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With All My Heart

Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Summary: You never thought Bucky was the sentimental type, until you found something hidden under his bed.

WC: 3.3k

Tags/Warnings: super fluffy, established relationship, Post Thunderbolts*,Not Beta Read 

A/N: I’ve had this idea for weeks and finally did it. Fun fact, the Polaroids may or may not be inspired by real pictures I took of my best friend and her boyf. Also, yes I have been to the rest stop I mentioned. Sadly I live far away from them and I NEED to go back!

You felt like an idiot looking at your wrist and realizing your watch wasn’t there. 

“Shit,” you mumbled.

“What’s wrong?” Bucky asked you with concern. 

You shook your head, “It’s nothing, I forgot my watch.”

He paused, pondering while he put on his leather jacket. “I think you left it on my nightstand when you took it off last night,” he answered, pointing down the hall. “Do you want to go get it before we leave?” 

You hesitated, “You sure you don’t mind waiting?” 

Bucky shook his head and held out his hand to hold your jacket and purse for you. “Not at all.”

You smiled, handed him your things, and left a kiss on his cheek. “Thanks, be right back.” 

As you walked away the corners of his lips turned up into a soft smile. 

You hurried to Bucky’s room and upon entering a frustrated groan left you. There the nightstand was, with no watch. You searched the drawers in the nightstand and the top of his dresser, still no luck. 

After staring at the nightstand, you wondered if you really did leave it there but maybe it fell. You kneeled down next to the bed and turned on your phone flashlight. A quick scan finally revealed the missing watch. With a relieved sigh you reached for it, when something caught your eye. 

A box. 

A box with your name written on the side of it. 

Your own name was staring back at you as you grabbed the watch. With a careful hand you reached for the box and dragged it out from the bed. 

The box sat in your lap, unopened, unbothered. It was a dark brown cardboard shoe box from one of his pairs of boots. Your name was written in black marker on the side and next to it a tiny messy heart. 

Your gut is telling you not to open it. It might have been hidden for a reason. You have no right to be digging and snooping around Bucky’s things. Finding something he didn’t want found. 

But another part of you was desperate to know what was inside. That small but loud part of your brain that was screaming at you to open it. The voice kept echoing in your ears. Reminding you that your name was on it. 

Why did he have a box with your name on it?

Maybe it wasn’t supposed to be hidden. You kept things under your bed not because you wanted to hide them, but because of storage and safekeeping. Maybe this was like that. 

Maybe. 

God the anticipation was going to kill you. 

Maybe it was a present he put in there for your next anniversary, birthday, or some other reason. 

Well then you should really not open it. Don’t want to ruin any possible surprise he has for you. 

You really shouldn’t open it. You shouldn’t open it. Don’t open it. Don’t open it. Don’t open it. Don’t open it. Open it. Open it. Open it…

Your hands moved on their own. Your fingers peeled back the lid of the box and set it down on the floor next to you. 

You peered inside at the contents of the box with confused curiosity. At first glance it didn’t look like much. It definitely wasn’t a present. There were a bunch of random items, mostly paper ones. 

The first thing that caught your attention was the small plastic wristband. It was at the top of the pile. You picked it up and read the words on the side “Luna Park: Coney Island.” Realization dawned on you that it was Bucky’s wristband from your first date. When he asked you out, there was no specific place in mind yet. But when he told you an old story about him and Steve at Coney Island and you said you had never been there before, he knew where he wanted to take you. 

It was a perfect first date. The weather was clear and warm but not too hot to be uncomfortable, no doubt because of the cool ocean breeze. You went on rides, you played games. And of course Bucky spent 40 bucks to win you a blue stuffed penguin you fawned over and called cute. He was a man on a mission. And now that penguin sat on a chair in your bedroom. 

With a smile you placed the wristband back in the box and picked at the other things inside. 

Your heart swelled at the realization that most of the items were from your old dates with Bucky. There were tickets from your trips to the Metropolitan Museum of Art, Museum of Natural History and one from The New York Aquarium. There had to be at least 5 movie stubs and 3 dinner receipts from dates you went on with him. There was the playbill from the broadway show he took you to for your birthday a few months ago. He surprised you with orchestra seats. 

You dug around more and found a strip of photos from a photo booth you took with Bucky. His eyes shined as he told you about how common they were back in the 30s and how he used to always stop at them with his friends. When you both sat down he stared with wide eyes at the inflated price. 

“Ten dollars? This used to cost a quarter!” 

You giggled at his complaint, “You sound so old when you say stuff like that.” You reached for your purse to grab a ten when he stopped you with a hand on your arm and pulled out his wallet from his pocket. 

“I’m still not going to let you pay for it,” he returned with a sly grin. 

You smiled looking down at the strip of pictures in your hand. The top photo was simple, both you and Bucky smiling at the camera with his arm around you. It was sweet, peaceful. In the second photo you placed a hand under his chin and kissed his cheek. His eyes were closed with wrinkles around them from his smile. His cheeks were more rosy than in the last photo. In the third photo Bucky now had his hand on your neck as he kissed you. The fourth and final photo was of you looking at the camera, mid laugh, while Bucky had a hand on your face and pressed a kiss to your cheek. 

The machine gave you two copies of the pictures. Yours was pinned to a cork board in your room next to other photos. 

You moved on from the photo strip and continued digging through the memory box, throwing caution to the wind. 

As you flipped through the other items a shell fell from behind something, landing in the corner of the box. It was the seashell from when you walked and talked on the beach for what felt like hours because you were so engrossed in conversation with him. The water carried a small shell onto the shore. You picked it out from the water and stared at it in awe. You had asked Bucky to hold onto it because your clutch was full and your outfit didn’t have any pockets. Later that night you forgot about it. 

In fact, you forgot about it until now, weeks later. Your jaw dropped as you ran your fingertips over the ridges of the shell's surface, reminiscing your walk on the beach. His hand in yours and the

The next thing you found were the birthday cards you gave Bucky from his last two birthdays. One card was from a birthday before you started dating, and the other one was after. 

The two year old card was more basic, like you got it from the generic section of the birthday card aisle (because you did). You opened up the old card and read your own handwriting. 

Happy Birthday Bucky

I know you don’t like making a big deal out of your birthday but you still deserve a card :) 

You’re so important to this team and your effort doesn’t go unnoticed. We’re lucky to have you around. I hope you have a great day and that 109 treats you well. (Even though you’re technically not 109 haha) 

You closed it and set it back down in the box before grabbing the one you gave him on his most recent birthday. This one was less generic. You picked out one that had more design and personality. 

Happy Birthday my Love 

I am so grateful to have you by my side. You’re one of the best things to have ever happened to me. I hope you know you are so important and appreciated. I can’t imagine my life or this team without you. 

Happy 110th you old man ;)

I love you with all my heart

Hidden behind the birthday cards was a stack of post-it notes all stuck together. Some of them were old with barely any stickiness left and crinkled edges. Some were new and almost in pristine condition. But all of them were notes from you. You flipped through the stack of sticky notes and saw more of your own handwriting. 

Good morning <3

You make me smile :)

Meet me in the lounge later I have a surprise!

I know you stole my last Pepsi >:( prepare for war

I’m so proud of you 

Have a great day!

And at least 7 more that just say I love you 

Bucky must have saved every single note you left for him.

Your heart almost gave out but thankfully it lasted to see the last few items in the box. 

There were more photos. Two to be exact. Two Polaroids taken from Yelena's camera. 

One of the Polaroids was taken a few months ago. You knew it was taken because you posed for it. It was on your birthday. The team celebrated at the tower with you after the show Bucky surprised you with. You wanted to keep out of the public eye for the rest of your birthday. Spend the night with just friends. And your boyfriend of course. 

Yelena was a few drinks in, wasting her camera film throughout the night. She had a pile of photos on the coffee table that was getting thicker as time went on. Most of them included you. 

This one was of you and Bucky. Everyone was sitting on the couches playing a drinking game. You and Bob returned from the bar with new drinks. A Long Island iced tea for you and a regular iced tea for him. You plopped back down on the couch next to your boyfriend, giggling at whatever outlandish thing Alexei said. After you placed your drink down Bucky wrapped an arm around you and placed a gentle kiss to your cheek. 

“Awe! Wait, that was adorable, do that again!” Yelena exclaimed as she grabbed her camera. 

You rolled your eyes, with no real malice of course. “Yelena,” you laughed. 

“Come on, it’s sweet!” She turned the camera on and looked through the viewfinder. 

“Kiss!” Alexei shouted. 

“Pucker up Barnes!” Ava yelled from the other couch. 

The corners of Bucky’s lips turned up into a grin as he shook his head. A gasp left you as Bucky grabbed your hips and pulled you into his lap. He tightened his arm around you and placed a kiss on your cheek. Your face turned bright red as an airy giggle left your lungs. 

Yelena snapped the image in front of her. Forever frozen in time.

The memory of that night now sat in your hands as you stared down at it. There was a phantom feeling of his lips on your skin as you set the Polaroid back down in the box. 

You picked the other photo up, immediately recognizing when it was taken. Except, you don’t remember it being taken. 

This picture was taken a few short weeks before Bucky asked you out. You knew that because your hair was slightly shorter. It was more grown out now. 

The photo was of you and Bucky on the couch, taken from behind. Your back was to the camera, resting against the couch. Bucky was sitting next to you. Your attention was pulled away somewhere off camera. But Bucky, he looked right at you. 

The thing that really stuck with you was his eyes. His eyes were soft. The kind of soft that people didn't see often from him. His eyes are normally like stone. His stare, usually hard, like rock. It pierces into you. But this look on him was different. He looked at you like you were a work of art. Like he was trying to take in all of you with just his eyes. 

You've seen that look before many times. But didn’t notice it before you started dating. You didn’t realize just how head over heels he was in the weeks leading up to your first date. 

You cautiously placed the pictures back in the box, like they were delicate and fragile. 

Something else you didn’t remember was a napkin with little doodles on it. You recognized it as a napkin from a bar the team occasionally visited. But you can’t remember when you drew flowers and vines on this napkin. 

Bucky seemed to remember it. He kept it and cherished it in his memory box like it was a masterpiece you created and not some drunk sketch. 

Your heart rate slowly grew in speed as your eyes moved to a keychain at the bottom of the box. It was a small, yellow, metal keychain in the shape of Texas with a cartoon beaver on it. 

It was in the middle of the night after a short mission in Texas. You and Ava stopped at the largest rest stop you’d ever seen in your life. The rest stop had a beaver for its mascot and aisles of merch. But what made you buy the keychain for him was the name of the rest stop. Buc-ee’s. 

You almost didn’t buy it for him. This was long before you started dating and you weren’t sure how he would appreciate a random gag gift. 

“I found something for you in Texas.” 

He turned to you and hummed with curiosity. You dug the keychain from your jeans pocket and handed it to him. 

“We found this rest stop called Buc-ee’s and they have this little beaver as their mascot,” you explained, fidgeting with the loops in your jeans. “He’s literally your twin, you're both named Bucky,” you ended with a chuckle, trying to make this one sided conversation any less awkward. 

He continued to silently examine it, his right, flesh hand running over the painted metal. 

“I know it’s stupid, you don’t have to keep it,” you nervously mumbled. You reached forward to grab it back from him, 

He pulled his hand back, not willing to give up the present. “No, it’s not stupid. It’s cute,” he reassured.  

Your cheeks heated up in real time just like they did when he said that. 

He kept it. 

He kept the gag gift you got him. This silly little keychain was so important he kept it in a special keepsake box.

You almost couldn’t believe what you found. All the memories, all the stuff you gave him, all the things he cherished because they reminded him of you. It seemed like this box that sat in your lap held his very own heart and all his love for you. 

You shuffled the items back to how they were in the box when you found it. You assumed that was all there was to find in there. Until three candy wrappers fell out from between the various papers. 

Jolly Ranchers. Your favorite candy. 

You always had them on you. Kinda like an old lady that carries around hard candy. John always jokes that you’re an old woman when you grab a jolly rancher from your pocket or purse. He says you and Bucky are perfect for each other because you both have old person tendencies. 

Speaking of Bucky, because you often had candy on you, you always offered some to him. He always said yes. Here in his shoe box you saw one cherry and two green apple wrappers. 

You froze, staring at the candy wrappers. Even in the silence of his room you couldn’t hear the footsteps approaching. For a moment all you heard was your own heart pounding in your ears. 

The door creaked open. “Hey, you’ve been gone for a while. Did you find your watch?” Bucky asked, walking in the room. 

He stopped a few feet away from you. Your back was to him, the box hidden in your lap. But he knew you had it because he saw the lid on the floor next to you. 

You raised your hand and shook your wrist to show him the watch. “Yeah, I found it,” your voice sounded more hoarse than you expected. You quickly blinked away the tears that collected at your waterline right before he waked in.

Bucky took a few steps closer, and crouched down next to you. He brushed a piece of hair behind your ear. Now that he was close to you, he noticed how glassy your eyes were. 

He held your face in his hand, his thumb stroking your cheek. Your eyes fluttered close. 

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. My watch was under the bed and I found this,” you started rambling. “I saw my name. I know I shouldn’t have opened it-“ 

“Hey, hey it’s okay,” he soothed in a quiet voice. He turned your face towards his. “I’m not mad.” 

You nodded to confirm you understood. You sniffled and glanced between him and the box. 

“You kept all this.”  

“I did.” 

“Why?” 

It was a dumb question and you knew it. Yet the word still flew out of your mouth. 

He took a pause, breathing in. 

“This stuff means a lot to me. You mean a lot to me,” he answered like it was the easiest thing to say in the world. 

“After HYDRA, after all the-” he hesitated- “issues with my memory I started keeping stuff like this. To remember.”

With his free hand he grabbed the other side of your face. Bucky leaned closer, his bright blue eyes stared into yours and bore into your soul. You could’ve sworn they looked a little glassy.

“I want to make sure I remember you.” 

You lip quivered. Bucky leaned forward and captured your lips in a brief, gentle kiss. He rested his forehead against yours. 

“Can I ask about something in the box?”

“Anything.” 

“The napkin. I don’t remember it,” you confessed, voice quiet and curious. “Why did you save it?” 

“It was the team's first time at that bar. You were drunk and bored because they weren’t playing songs you liked. Someone left a pen on the bar and you sat there drawing on a napkin for twenty minutes.” Bucky paused as his lips curled into a smile. “You were so concentrated. The bar, the team, they were all so loud and distracting. But all your attention was on these little drawings. Like you were painting the Mona Lisa.”

He licked his lips, “that night I realized I have feelings for you.” 

A giddy smile snuck its way on your face before you kissed him. Slow and passionate. You poured all your love into that kiss to try and match the amount of devotion and love he had on display for you.

You pulled away, but not too far away. Your lips hovered over his. “I love you with all my heart. You know that right?” 

He lightly chuckled, “I know.” 

Bucky wiped away a stray tear that you didn’t know escaped and ran down your cheek. 

“I love you with all of mine,” he whispered, his voice soft with adoration.

[princessaffirms]

💗✨ SHIFTING/MANIFESTATION TOPICS TO STUDY

to learn more about it and solidify your belief into undeniable, unshakeable certainty that your beliefs are TRUE!!

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HI ANGELS!! 🥹✨🫶 long time no see! i’ve been undergoing such a TRANSFORMATIVEEEE part of my manifestation/shifting journey and had such a spiritual awakening where everything just kinda…clicked? (longer slightly emo/heartfelt message at the end about my coming back to this blog lol <3)

so i thought i’d share some topics i’ve been studying lately to help me expand my spiritual knowledge and expand my faith in my beliefs being true! i highly recommend checking them out and exploring them in more depth, but i’ll definitely be writing posts about them! ✨

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☀️✨ TOPICS TO STUDY TO EXPAND + REINFORCE YOUR MANIFESTATION/SHIFTING KNOWLEDGE:

NDE (near death experience) research

QHHT (quantum healing hypnosis technique)

PLR (past life regression)

LBL (life between lives)

higgs’ field

soul contracts

transpersonal psychology

spiritual neuroscience

einstein’s theory of relativity

simulation theory

holographic universe theory

anthropic principle

the subconscious mind

the layers of consciousness

the aware study + aware ii

non-local consciousness research

quantum physics being applied to decision-making models in psychology (and proving to be more accurate than classical prediction models!)

soul signatures

the paradox + duality of our souls being in oneness with source/the universe (however you refer to it) yet also having individuality and being the sole operant power of our own subjective realities (super abstract concept but makes so much sense when it clicks!! took me a hot second to really grasp it loll)

…just to name a few! 😋 if there’s any specific topics from this list you want me to prioritize writing about, please let me know!! would be more than happy to yap about them <3

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💌✨ P.S.:

i’ve missed posting here and interacting with the community dearly, but i’m BACKKK and feeling much more grounded, replenished, and realigned 🤍 thank you for being patient and gentle with me, as well as allowing me to take some time to myself! i’m very grateful to this incredible community for being so uplifting and understanding <3 i’m really glad i took my time with things instead of rushing, i always want to be able to show up as the best version of myself!

i’ve also learned to take the pressure off of myself to always pump out “productive”/informative posts everyday, or be this perfect blogger, and just allow myself to post in a way that feels more authentic and true to me :) kinda like talking to a friend! definitely still going to maintain appropriate language, etc. (especially for my science-related posts), but honestly i’ve made peace with the fact that i don’t need to be overthinking every little thing lol!!

I’VE ALSO BEEN TAGGED IN SM CUTE TAGGING THINGS I WILL GET ON THEM TRUST !!!!!! LOVE U ALL THANK U FOR THINKING OF ME !!! 🥹😚😚

anyway, i love you all so incredibly much and deeply appreciate this community!! 💗✨ can’t wait to continue posting about what i love <3

- with love always, princess

[leyavo]

Simon reads fanfiction of stuff he’s never seen. As long it’s well written he’s reading it. He’s got no idea who the characters are and doesn’t do any research into it. Doesn’t check the tags or warnings and just rolls with it, light bit of cannibalism? M/M? F/F? No problem. Never comments on the posts. He’ll never tell you he reads it, but you might catch a glimpse of the title. You’re the reason he’s into it though as you told him about it. Now he’s hooked, waiting for updates.

- Got one of those username14687632

Johnny writes fanfiction for multiple fandoms. Has a huge following on his blog, likes answering messages about his fics and discussing them. Writes all kinds of stuff, but mostly smut or fluff (a bit of angst, but he gets enough of that in the military. So it’s a nice distraction working on other stuff). He definitely tries out his smut on you (research purposes Bon) and asks your permission if he can add it to his writing. Tags all his fics appropriately and adds warnings if needed before each part.

- Username: Sudsyboy

-> Simon’s definitely read some of Johnny’s fanfics and not checked the tags 🤣 “oh he’s in the military.” “Something Johnny would say.”

Kyle’s an avid fanfic reader, but he’s very particular about what he consumes. Certain characters and genres. Fantasy nerd. He also writes his own every now and then, has a decent following. He only writes for one character, a dedicated blog for them. Loves an AU. Definitely thinks of himself as x reader. Comments on every post he reads, it’s how he met you in a forum on writing. You’re his beta reader for his longer stories.

- Username: dragazrik93

John reads fanfiction when he’s home. Reading glasses on, he downloads fics to his reading tablet and enjoys a whisky or a cuppa tea with it. Maybe even annotates and highlights certain parts he likes and shares it with you. Sometimes you’ll read it first and leave a note for him. Sci-Fi nerd. Loves action, but prefers to lose himself in another world so he can escape his head. Has definitely looked into some military files about the possibility of aliens.

- Username: JPFO85

[Masterlist]

[neodymiumcuilz]

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[f-imaginings]

A million word fanfic doesn't happen without this.

Knowing Me Knowing You's first chapter was posted on the 31st Jan 2017, and now on 30th July 2025, 8 years, 4 months and 30 days later we've reached the last chapter.

This is first fanfiction I've ever finished all the way through and I wouldn't have got this far without the kind words, encouragement and support of you, the readers.

So this post is a thank you to the readers and a testament to the power of commenting, engaging with, reviewing and celebrating the labour of love that is fanfiction, this freely given expression of shared joy that flourishes within fandoms.

I've collected a cross section of the kind words and reviews that kept me going (and tried to keep them as spoiler free as possible but that was hard, if you didn't see your beautiful essays here it was only bc it was juicy with spoilers haha) because each and every one of these kind words directly impacted me.

I just wanted you all to know how much I valued each and every one, how many times I reread these. how they cheered me up through hard times, built my self esteem up when I needed it most, and how each of you helped me write the fic through the virtue of your spectacular comments.

I thought I'd post them as a sort of fun 'tag yourself' lmao but also to show you that I've seen, cherished and reread every remark and comment, even the ones outside of ao3.

I have appreciated every bit of fanart too, (and the playlists and animations!) but I wanted to showcase how even the smallest comments can have the biggest impact. (I've enjoyed the big comments too! You get what I mean.)

Thank you for engaging with the story, for telling your friends, for gnawing at the bars of your enclosure because this idiot scientist and his evil triangle boyfriend make you froth at the mouth with every divorce, for telling me about said enclosure gnawing haha.

Thank you for crying, thank you for laughing, thank you for feeling as you've read this fic and thank you for sharing your experience.

I feel connected to everyone who's read this, which might be mildly parasocial but I've enjoyed it too much to care. I hope you've enjoyed it too.

If this post reaches any prospective new readers who have a thirst for billford and lots of time on their hands (haha) and this cross section of reviews make you want to read it, please do! Have fun with it, tell your friends, and come back for a reread whenever you want.

It'll always be there for you!

This is where the story ends, but it isn't goodbye! For those unwilling to let KMKY go, there is always the sequel!

[h4untedgh0ul]

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PAIRING: azzi fudd x fem reader x paige bueckers

ꜱʏᴘɴᴏꜱɪꜱ:

after a messy break up, the three of you fight to make it work again (or something like that because i got lazy at the end)

wc: idek

genre: angst-ish, fluff at the end

The love that y/n, azzi and paige shared was picture perfect. It was so perfect that it never showed what went on behind the scenes. After all a picture is only a sliver of a moment, the before and after of that picture are never truly known or captured only to the ones that experienced it. You should’ve known that. But tangled up with your own doubts you drove a wedge between the picture you guys created.

Here’s how it all started:

It was a dark friday night and you found yourself tangled up on the couch that was in your shared penthouse. The room was dim, with a candle lit on the table its sweet vanilla aroma filling the room. The tv silently hummed in the background, while you scrolled through instagram. Paige and Azzi were currently out at an after party for something basketball related. You weren’t mad not in the slightest, they had asked you to come with them pouring and begging but you were tired. “Thank God for the weekend,” is what you told them. So despite wanting you to come with they still went and you didn’t feel any way about it because you knew what you meant to them or so you thought. You were scrolling until you were tagged in a post. You glanced at your phone quizzically because not many people know your account, your relationship was a secret to the public. However, you reluctantly clicked on the post, your breath caught as you seen the post not knowing if you should be mad or not. But you couldn’t help the emotions that bubbled. The post was a picture of Paige and Azzi seeming to be dancing with a girl sandwiched between them. Paige’s hands on her waist and Azzi’s arms around the girl’s shoulders from behind.

You threw your phone out of frustration and sat in silence. You didn’t know if you should over react or not because after being a sports media manager you knew that a photo couldn’t tell everything. Yet, you believed that picture; you believed the chemistry, you believed that they replaced you just for the night because you didn’t go, you let too many thoughts wander. The thoughts that drove a wedge. You got up from the couch grabbing your phone and went to the bedroom. You flopped on the king sized bed and got under the covers not wanting to face anything else. The night seemed to past by slowly as you laid in bed wondering what truly could’ve happened. You started to think if the three years of being with them were worth it.

Around 3am the girls returned stumbling over each other while you pretended to be asleep for the sake of not wanting to start an argument while the girls were intoxicated. The pair stumbled in the room. Azzi shushed paige because she thought you were asleep. Paige just muttering about how much fun they had and that’s when something broke in you. You couldn’t pretend like you weren’t furious and hurt. So you slowly turned looking at the girls, who rushed over. “Baby” “Hi my pretty girl” said the two girls. You just silently hugged them and they pulled bag looking at you. Azzi was the first to speak, “what’s wrong my little baby?” You winced at the nickname knowing that they were the only ones allowed to call you that. You sighed and asked “how was the party?” Azzi said “good” while paige started rambling on how she murdered the dance floor with her rhythm. Which earned a quiet laugh out of you before you muttered “did the girl have that rhythm as well?” Azzi looked at you confused and paige said “what?”

From there all hell broke loose. You fussed at them about feeling like you guys kept your relationship a secret for the sake of them being able to do things in public with others. They tried to deny it profusely but you just talked over them saying how you known that they had more chemistry together and pretend that you meant nothing. They tried to tell you how much you loved them and how all three of you share a chemistry so strong. But as you mutter the words “I’m done” the room silenced. “What?” Paige said. So you said it slightly louder. “I’m done.” Azzi crouched in front of you “No, baby please. That girl meant nothing, we have something that can’t be found. Please don’t leave.” Paige started tearing up and apologizing “I’m sorry you felt like this. we can fix it I swear we can.” You just shook your head weak but firm. “I just can’t do this,” you said standing up. The girls profusely begging while you just grabbed a bag and packed. The girls begging and crying following you around while you packed, you didn’t budge just kept moving around the shared space. The last thing you heard before you shut the front door was “I love you please stay.” But you know you couldn’t not when you blew it this far and spoke words that would need time to heal. After you left you assumed everything was fine but what you didn’t see was Azzi crumpling behind the door, paige trashing the room and the girls sobbing and holding each other until they went to sleep.

A few weeks later:

You became a party animal. Any party that had alcohol you were there. Any words of good music you were there, you lost yourself in the process too, soi ng anything to be seen.

“I’m a go out with my friends

i’d rather let the liquor sink in.”

You knew better than to drink so much, but it gave you the courage to keep going. Your friend invited you tonight. So you wore a black mini skirt paired with a black tube top. Your hair was straightened different from your curls that cascaded down your back. You straightened your hair because you knew how much the pair loved it. You remember the late nights that followed; but you didn’t let yourself sulk too much because after all you caused it. You posted a picture on your instagram story, paige and azzi still following you. You tell yourself that you didn’t post for them but you know you did. You put the song “little bit” by drake and Lykke li over it knowing that it was yall song. You just craved their attention again but you couldn’t be weak to something that you started. Because after all you kept “having thoughts of them that you shouldn’t have been thinking.”

The night progressed as you took more shots, you pulled out your phone and seen instagram notifications. One from Azzi, Two from paige and others from randoms. Azzi had hearted the post, a soft reaction just like her love gentle, patient, soft but passionate. Paige on the other hand hearted it and slid up “you look good, my.” Hers seemed appreciative and cautious as if typing out “miss you” instead of abbreviating it would land differently. But it reminded you of her love too, she would always compliment you and tell you how thankful she was. You hearted paige’s message before closing your phone. You couldn’t take the pressure of what you caused so you order another drink and turned to your friend and asked her to dance. Even though you felt physically free, mentally you were fighting off the thoughts of reaching out. You knew you should but it felt wrong especially now. Because even though you were out with if friend you couldn’t help but think “when i’m with someone else, it’s feeling like i’m cheating.”

The two of you danced for a while before you sat down. Your friend came over shortly after and asked how you’re feeling. However, you took that wrong and thought she meant with the break up so you spent thirty minutes rambling about how much you missed them and you never wanted to break up but it was a spur of the moment due to your emotions. Your friend listened and gave you advice, she didn’t want to beat you up more than your thoughts had so she listened silently after a while. You chuckled after realizing how ridiculous you sound after you did this, over a picture that never told the true story.

“i just might go off the deep end.

With how much you’ve been thinking about them, you start to believe this.

When i’ve had too much,

can’t shut me up.

When then liquor becomes too much you talk about them like they’re the number one priorities in your life right now besides God.

That’s when you start to creep in.”

When the liquor settles you know that’s when the thoughts of them will consume you.

The two of you go out to dance again before heading home. You cleaned up the best way your intoxicated self could and wallows in your thoughts. Thinking that “everyone is sick of all your reasons.” That night you could barely sleep. It didn’t feel like home and it wasn’t comfortable without the two people you’ve been cuddle up with the past three years. Meanwhile, Paieg and Azzi felt the same. Paige told Azzi how you hearted her reply but said nothing back which caused an ache in both of their hearts. However, they took that as a sign, they believed that you didn’t shut them out completely.

A week later things changed not for the better but it wasn’t the worst either. It’s been a full month without each other and you couldn’t help the pain of the new picture Paige and Azzi posted together snuggled up. You were sitting in the couch of the small apartment you found just thinking. You knew that they loved each other but it made your mind wander to that night. The one where you mean ruined that had better chemistry than you with Azzi and you with Paige. You knew not to think about them as much because you probably weren’t thought about in the same way. However, the thoughts that crossed the three of your minds “came and go like seasons.” Slow, steady and emotional. You were starting to forget how their bodies felt against yours but you remembered their voices. Just like you remember the bitter cold of winter but the sounds of summer fun. You slowly got up and started your day. You didn’t know what to do with having the day off and you no longer wanted to party. So you walked around town just pondering if the break up was ever that serious. You passed this little flower botique, on the corner of the block. As much as you wanted to go passed it your heart wouldn’t let you so you went in and bought two bouquets. Both having a mixture of red roses and white lilies. Roses for the sake of romance and the sake of lilies being your favorite so they couldn’t mistake who they were from. You don’t even know why you bought flowers but you needed closure is what you tell yourself. Before dropping them off at the old place, you wrote in one of the note cards “First i blame you, then I want you” and in the other “Fucking hate you, then I love you.” You grabbed a sticking note from your purse (you’re a sports media manager you always have them) to place on their door marked “I can’t help myself.”

You arrive at their place the space sounding quiet so you leave them outside their door. You quickly scurry off back to your place in hopes of not being seen. You undressed into something more comfier and sit down on the couch turning on reality tv and eating a fruit snack. You were into the reruns of “keeping up with the kardashians” as your phone went off with a notification. The notification read “azzifudd35 posted a new story.” You knew it was wrong of you to still have their post notifs on but you couldn’t help yourself. So you clicked on it and the flowers you had bought were posted with the song “Little Bit.” Your song. You knew it was towards you but you couldn’t grin knowing that you guys are like this in the first place. A few moments later, Paige texts you a “thanks <3,” you reply “yw <3” as if it was the easiest thing to do. Because at one point it was. You sigh turning off your phone. Heading to your room ready to call it day even though it was 7:30pm. You go to bed softly humming one of your favorite songs that was keeping you afloat you right now. It said the things that you couldn’t.

“When I have you, wanna leave you.

If you go that’s when, I need you.

I can’t help myself no.”

The next morning you awake bright and early around 8:30am. You check your door to see if there’s mail but see a bouquet instead. It was mixed with purple lilies, blue daisies and some other flowers that you couldn’t identify. You bring them inside and were puzzled because no one knew this address, well besides Paige and Azzi. This is because before you guys moved in together you kept a place just incase you guys wanted spaced or quiet time. You grin a little knowing it could be from them. You go to place them in a vase on your counter and a note slips out. It reads “You come in waves, every hour, every day little baby.” You smile like the world couldn’t steal it away and take a quick pick and post it. This time you put “🫶🏽🫶🏽” but nothing else. Shortly after the post your phone dings quickly after and it’s in the shared group chat of you, Paige and azzi on imessage. You didn’t block them, you never had the heart to.

my nonchalant baby 💗:

hope you like them, azzi wrote the note

my princess 🤍:

don’t expose me, you picked the flowers.

you:

let’s not bicker, i loved them! thanks.

You didn’t mean to sound dry but with them calling each other out, it reminded you of the dumb pranks they would pull and try to point fingers at each other. like one time when paige put flour over the door not knowing that your friend was coming too. Both girls pointed fingers not wanting to be caught in your wrath even though you were the smallest you attitude made up for it. You ponder on what they meant by “you come in waves.” You feel dumb to be thinking like this because “you keep going through the motions, but yall needed long again you should be numb to these emotions.” Before you can think any further your phone dings again.

my nonchalant baby 💗:

you’re welcome <3!

my princess 🤍:

We’re not lying though, you flood our memory just like an ocean.

You:

I can say the same thing.

my nonchalant baby 💗 and my princess 🤍: hearted “I can say the same thing.”

You:

I know this isn’t fair of me to say but I miss you guys.

Your phone rang shortly after and you picked up the FaceTime. It was awkward at first but you guys talked for hours. The day passes by in a blur and that night you go to sleep with a warm smile on your face. The days continued on like this, little gifts sat outside doors with stories posted until one night you guys got back from a date, well it was a symbol for restarting but to you it was a date. They let you come back with them and as the three of you lay in bed, small talk emerged. Paige whispered “I’m glad to have you back in my arms.” And Azzi didn’t help “You were our missing puzzle piece.” You couldn’t reply just smiled and said “Sleep was never the same without you guys.” They smile and the three of you snuggle together. That night “I love you” were muttered as if the hurt never happened.

When you awoke the nature of your relationship returned you being squished between the taller girls, shared quiet kisses in the morning and getting ready together like it was second nature. The weeks went on the three of you hanging out more frequently, stories posted. One night when you went to bed at theirs again, (well all of yours because they wouldn’t let you call it theirs because it was the home you always had for the past three years). they posted a picture of you snuggled between them on both of their accounts. Knowing one thing that they wouldn’t let you feel like a secret ever again. And the only thing that you known was that their love came in WAVES, some soft, some heavy, but all of them being waves of love.

And just like that, when one picture tore you apart another one bought you guys closer together than before.

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authors note: see what i did there :) all the lyrics are in red to the song “Waves.” This story is NOT proofread so please forgive me.

[di-42]

Not a bad reading month at all! Hope your MFLs are hungry! There is something for everyone in this list and I hope you’ll be spoiled by these fictions the same way I was and am. Some of these are true gems!

As always, if you want your fiction removed from this list, or know someone who does, please let me know and I’ll remove it no questions asked.

I’m doing my best to tag the writers, if you know a writer’s username that’s not tagged here, please tag them so they know how loved they are!

The completed fics and the one-shots in this list will be added to the nice and accurate lists of di-42, witch, so look out for new or updated lists and follow my side blog if you want!

Last but not least, you know who would judge a fiction based on the number of kudos, don’t you? That’s right, the Metatron!

But enough chitchat! Let's get to the point! Let me tell you all about

June's Juicy Fictions

Go, spread the love, enjoy, and remember that even a little heart emoji as a comment can make a writer’s day!

WIPs:

The Trouble With HELL, by @beerok23. Rated E, chapters 13/19.

I might have developed a little obsession with this rivals to friends to lovers fic! I keep thinking of this human version of our Ineffables and the ways in which their brilliantly built romantic and sexual tension might be resolved. The characterisation, the banter and the humour in this story are absolutely off the charts, the plot and the mystery are compelling, and the slow burn is delicious and agonising! Everything comes together splendidly in this (so far) angst free fantastic human AU. I can’t recommend it enough. If you don’t read WIPs consider subscribing to read it later, but the story is complete and the writer has decided to have mercy on us all and posts twice a week!

Accidentally In Love, by SpyGlassez. Rated T, chapters 13/49.

Lovely and tender human AU. Ace Aziraphale is suffering from long COVID and is living a fairly solitary life, thinking he’s not worthy of other people’s genuine friendship. When he follows the advice of his only online friend and puts an ad in a magazine to meet new people his life might change for the better. One third in, I’m loving this story about friendship, love, courage, honesty and healing.

Group Chat: Flat 3B, by whatkeepsusalive. Rated T, chapters 5/15.

I dare you to find a sweeter, fluffier story than this amazing, joyful, friends to lovers human AU. Crowley and Aziraphale are flatmates and clearly in love with each other. But I’ve never read any fiction where the take on their mutual pining is light and happy and open. The gentle banter, the enamoured flirting, the disarming honesty this version of our Ineffable show is new and I want to see more of it. All completed by a good amount of humour. Highly recommended.

Mornings After Nights Before, by Majnoona @majnoonathelibrarian. Rated M, chapters 1/3. 

I love the gentle and delicate tone of this human AU. Aziraphale wakes up in a stranger’s bed. This has happened before. What has not happened before is that he doesn’t want to leave. Great characterisation and just lovely, warm vibes. I can’t wait to see what happens next!

Scorn And The Saint-Maker, by beardo @e-rated-beardo. Rated E, chapters 42/?

Anthony and Angel’s saga continues in this not-quite human AU. The plot thickens and other things harden. I’ve said it before and I’ll never tire of repeating it: the prose in this fic is just beautiful and touching, the characterization and the humour are great and it has some of the best smut scenes you will ever read. I love all these things, but what keeps me hooked on this story is that I want to know what happened, how it happened, when it happened/happens/will happen and how they are going to fix it. And if the journey it takes to discover that is wonderful, all the better.

Complete Stories: 

Ear Plugs And Ever After, by Siobhans_world. Rated E,13k. P. Jun 25.

Human AU where Crowley, recently divorced, and Aziraphale meet at a metal concert. Crowley taking his vulnerability seriously is very cute and Aziraphale being self confident and caring is, as always, lovely.

Showstopper, by espresso_six_shots. Rated E, 40k. P. May 25.

Sweet and zero angst human AU, where Crowley is an actor who decides to take part in a TV baking show (I think based on The Great British Bake Off) because he has a crush on the judge, Aziraphale. As the story progresses, more of their backstory is revealed. As a big fan of side characters I loved everyone who made an appearance in this fic, with Tracy sometimes stealing the scene. Lovely.

90 Days To Change Your Life (A Wanting You Companion Fic) by @spectrallydistracted. Rated M, 20k. P. Mar 25.

Oh, I loved this story so much! Human AU that starts with a fantastically self confident ace, cage dancer Aziraphale and a fairly cynical Crowley who goes home with a different woman every week. This is the story of Crowley's journey and is told in his POV; its companion, Wanting You… Is New (which I haven't read yet, but will soon) will tell you Aziraphale's POV. I loved every minute and every aspect of this story: Aziraphale's joy, Crowley’s self discovery, a touch of angst, and the two of them working hard on themselves because being with the other is what matters most. A special mention goes to Bea, whom I thoroughly adored!

One-shots:

Conveniently Inconvenienced, by LCwrites. Rated E, 5k. P. Sep 24.

Funny, light-hearted and very hot human AU featuring a very self confident Aziraphale. It's a treat.

Two To Tango, by Anonymous. Rated E, 2k. P. Apr 19.

Book Omens PWP with two Crowleys and a very, very happy Aziraphale. Read the tags and enjoy!

In The (Second) Beginning, by cherryfeather. Rated M, 2k. P. Jun 19.

Delicate and tender post season 1 fic where our Ineffables open up to each other and Talk Feelings. It's what we all need.

Thoughts From The Other Head, by Aerenii. Rated E, 913 words. P. Jun 25.

Prepare to guffaw with this seriously hilarious fic! Every line will make you laugh harder than the other! In-universe crack fic where Crowley's cock can't take it anymore and has a heart to heart (well, I say heart…) conversation with Crowley. They need to tell the angel how they feel! A gem!

Fruits of Labor, by cyianodiy. Rated E, 674 words. P. May 25.

Very sensual ficlet set in the bookshop. Food is involved.

The Bookmark And The Beach Cafe, by in_a_pickle. Rated T, 4k. Jan 24.

Absolutely lovely and delicate in-universe fiction where Aziraphale gets chatting with a waitress while he's away from London on an assignment.

I had a lump in my throat the whole time while reading this, but it's so beautiful. The ending is open and bittersweet in the sense that the story is set at some point before the events of season 2, maybe even before the events of season 1, therefore the ending will be whatever the ending of Good Omens is.

If You Could Just Stay A Little Longer, by @crowleysgirl56. Rated T, 4k. P. Jun 25.

An interesting take on what went on between our Ineffables in 1941, and why they didn't talk again until 1967.

Not A Thirst Trap But An Oasis, by LexArturo, scullyphile @brenna Rated M, 4k. P. Jul 24.

Lovely story where Aziraphale and Crowley were school friends who went separate ways and find each other again via Instagram. Featuring trans Aziraphale, genderfluid Crowley, beautiful art, and sweetness.

Free Wheelin, by @theravenmuse. Rated T, 783 words. P. Jun 25.

Hilarious crack fiction where Crowley takes part in the Cooper’s Hill Cheese-Rolling and Wake and Aziraphale is a paramedic. They are adorable.

Read Between The Lines, by @missunderstoodlyrics. Rated E, 5k. P. Feb 24.

I loved, loved, loved this friends to lovers human AU! Crowley and Aziraphale work at the same webzine, are friends and are secretly pining for each other. Just the right amount of miscommunication and very low angst, this story is so sweet and heartwarming!

Let Me Be Empty: A Prologue, by @koala2alll. Rated E, 4k. P. May 25.

High angst fiction but with elements of tenderness that pop up unexpectedly. Crowley is missing Aziraphale and decides to turn to Lucifer for comfort. The fic is narrated in Lucifer’s POV and does not have a Crowley and Aziraphale happy ending. It's beautiful, but please read the tags.

Taking Some Pictures Or Something, by his_infinitevariety. Rated G, 2k. P. Nov 20.

Oh, the sweetness of this fiction! Post canon (written after season 1, but might very well be set after whatever will happen in season 3), Crowley gives Aziraphale his phone to take pictures while on a day out in the South Downs. Aziraphale discovers Instagram. They are so adorable and in love, and will make you smile so much!

My own A Little Lighter, After All, rated T, 3k. P. Jun 25.

Little human AU where Crowley and 5 year old Warlock move to Tadfield. As a new single parent figure, Crowley is resigned to the idea that there isn’t any space for romantic love in his life. Enter the local bookseller.

Read May's list here.

[no-byler-doubt-here]

Stranger Things: The Value of Perspective

I think my LEAST FAVORITE and, quite frankly, the stupidest “argument” milkvans/anti-bylers use is this:

“Mike wouldn’t break up with El; he wouldn’t want to hurt her like that.”

I have to say that there are SO. MANY. things wrong with this statement that absolutely irk me and let me know that whoever states this genuinely doesn’t understand Stranger Things at all and is easily susceptible to a character’s biases in a given situation.

Let’s break it down…

This statement is spoken from an overbearingly limited perspective of the show.

Those who make this statement/very similar statements ONLY EVER say that Mike will break up with El. It doesn’t matter the context in which said people decide to make this statement; whether Byler related or not, there is ALWAYS someone who, out of the blue, says this. Their habitual instinct to always assume Mike is the one who will initiate their hypothetical breakup is straight madness. I have NEVER ONCE seen any milkvan argue against Byler by stating, “El wouldn’t breakup with Mike because that’ll hurt his feelings!”

What this repetitive tendency reveals about such fans is that they don’t actually have a grasp as to how Season 4 ended. They lack so much understanding of El’s personal arc in Season 3 and 4 to the point that they believe she’s 1) so perfectly content in her relationship that no audience member would ever CONSIDER the possibility of her taking charge in breaking up with Mike a second time and 2) doesn’t have the proper independence/self-confidence to even do so.

I think we can all agree here on the Byler tag that the Season 4 ending was, to put it flat out, quite ambiguous. Mike and El’s relationship was up in the air while Mike and Will seemed to be growing closer again. To focus on the former relationship, the reason it seemed “up in the air” is NOT because of how Mike was acting in the few last scenes, but rather because of El. SHE was the one who was putting verbal and physical (shutting the door in Hopper’s cabin) distance between them. SHE was the one who passed Mike on the hill and proceeded to stand ahead of him and everyone else, entirely alone.

I feel it’s quite appropriate to claim that, given these actions she made entirely on her own accord after 2 seasons of her gradually developing an uncertainty of her own identity within her relationship with Mike and then proceeding to somewhat heal that insecurity by stepping away from that relationship, by the end of season 4, El has a far greater sense of independence than she did at the start of season 3. Milkvan’s may acknowledge this, in theory, but they obviously don’t stand by it if they’re making the statement this whole post is based off of. If they did truly accept this part of her identity, they wouldn’t always limit the possibility of a Milkvan breakup to Mike’s choice. El should and does have equal autonomy to Mike in their relationship, but Milkvans ignore it in this situation.

Rather, Milkvans tend to view the ending of season 4 from purely their surface-level understanding of Mike’s perspective i.e. he believed he “fixed” everything in his relationship with El through his “confession” which is all heavily laced with contradictions and lies (the painting). Personally, I, too, believe that Mike thought he healed their relationship because he believed he said what El wanted to hear, but basing your theories for the future of a relationship from purely one person’s perspective is astonishingly immature and lacks critical support.

Let’s put it this way:

If Mike thinks their relationship is fixed, that would mean El must be content too. This is essentially what Milkvans would use to support the argument I mentioned at the beginning. “If their relationship is okay, that would mean Mike breaking up with El would hurt her!”

You notice what’s wrong with this argument now? It’s only taking into account Mike’s perspective. We’re assuming what El feels based on Mike’s heavily biased opinion on the whole fiasco. Because we decide to ignore El’s own identity arc independent from Mike in season 3 and 4 and trust that what Mike believes is correct, we never give thought to El ever considering taking a step forward and initiating the breakup on her own. Through this, the GA/milkvans are deducting SO MUCH characterization from El and reducing her character to being someone whose opinions fully depend on Mike’s, which is EXACTLY WHAT SHE’S TRYING TO ESCAPE FROM.

Additionally, the plain argument that Mike would ever even initiate a breakup is shoved aside by Milkvans entirely because they believe that since Mike is seemingly content with their relationship, he simply wouldn’t ever consider breaking up with her in the first place (which I agree with). The issue is that they end the argument here. They never consider the possibility of El initiating the breakup because of everything I’ve previously mentioned, further revealing that blatant misunderstanding of much of El’s independent character arc season 3 and 4, diminishing her identity to being one that’s a product of Mike’s.

I hope this made sense! I also hope this really helps bring to attention the hidden biases Stranger Things characters have when you’re watching/analyzing a scene/theme. Feel free to ask any follow up questions! 😊😊

[magic-magpie]

I Got Your Name Tattooed in an Arrow Heart

Leon Kennedy x Gender Neutral Reader

Leon's returned from a mission, and the two of you celebrate his return by cuddling up together in front of a shitty movie. He's more interested in you than the movie though, and in his gazing he notices a little marking on your wrist, one he's never seen before, one that you seem to be rather keen to hide.

Or, you write Leon's name on your wrist because you're a closet sap and you miss him and you're lowkey embarrassed about it.

Tags - Fluff, like just pure fluff, kissing, minor references to past suicidal thoughts, gender neutral reader + pronouns, very domestic, you are shorter than Leon by a fair bit sorry abt that, no use of y/n, any post-Raccoon City Leon can be applicable here but I had RE4R Leon in mind, but there are mentions of him being blond

Word count - 2,381

A/N - Hiiii this is my first Leon x Reader fanfic <3 It's been on AO3 for a while but I'm finally uploading it to Tumblr too! People do such pretty formatting for these and I have no idea how to do all that so please just accept the above Leon pictures as my formatting offering. There are also no physical descriptors of Reader aside from them being shorter (I'm five foot that's why), I aimed to make this as inclusive as possible :)

The walk up the stairs was a long one, the exhaustion set deep in Leon’s bones. He’d just come back from a mission debrief, filled out the necessary paperwork thrust upon him not two seconds after returning to American soil. Hunnigan had done her best to lighten the load though, and he couldn’t be more grateful. It meant he could return home quicker, back to comfort, back to his bed. 

Back to you. 

A glance at his watch told him it had just gone eight, too early for you to be in bed. The thought of coming home and seeing your face gave him the energy to put one foot in front of the other, and it was with a sigh of relief that he opened the door and entered their home. He shucked his boots off and left his motorcycle helmet on the nearby counter, and as he shrugged his jacket off he heard your sweet voice call out his name. 

“I’m back,” he called out in reply, and there was a bit of clatter in the living room before he heard a familiar set of footsteps approaching, and then there you were and it was like a weight had been lifted off his chest. A beautiful smile was on your face, your eyes sparkling in that way they only seemed to sparkle when you looked at him. He hung his jacket up and then you were hugging him and this, this was what kept him tethered. Your arms were wrapped around him, hands rubbing soothing circles into his back, face buried in his chest. He hugged you back, held you close, resting his head on yours and breathing in your familiar scent, so refreshing and comforting after trekking in the middle of nowhere for weeks. 

“You smell like shit,” you said, cheek pressed up against him. He breathed out a laugh, tickling the top of your head. 

“I’ve smelt worse.” 

“Shower or bath?” 

He hummed. “Shower.” 

A bath sounded nice, but honestly, he just wanted to collapse with you on the sofa as the TV droned on. Lay down with you, regain his sense of self in your warmth – as much as he had left, anyway. 

“You take a shower then, and I’ll get you dinner. I just made pasta – I didn’t know you were coming home tonight so I don’t have anything better.” 

His arms tightened around you, and he pressed a kiss to the top of your head. 

“Pasta’s fine.” 

Before you, he honestly couldn’t remember the last time he’d had a home-cooked meal made for him. You’d told him you weren’t the best cook, to not judge your basic dishes, but every meal you cooked tasted wonderful to him. It tasted like home, like love, like someone cared about him enough to cook for him. 

Pasta was more than fine. 

“Cool, I’ll get that heated up for you then,” you said, and he eased up his hold to let you go, immediately feeling the loss of your warmth and having to stop himself from chasing after it. “Now go clean up, stinky.” 

He snorted, punching you lightly in the arm as he set off towards the bathroom, your subsequent laughter washing over him like a balm.

----

Stomach full, clean, and dressed in his comfy clothes, the two of you were cuddled up together on the sofa, lazily watching a shitty B-movie. You’d started off sitting apart but sometime during the movie you’d drifted closer together, and now you were nestled in Leon’s arms, practically on top of him, you holding his hand and idly stroking it with your thumb. There were a lot of explosions and yelling going on in the movie, but Leon found his gaze drifting to you instead, like a magnetic pull. You were dressed in his old hoodie – one of the ones you’d deemed part of the ‘communal wardrobe’. He’d acted grumpy about it at the time but he honestly loved seeing you in it, and if he’d left a few more of his hoodies around for you to steal then that was between him and the God he didn’t believe in. 

His gaze drifted down to your hand holding his, then zeroed in on a marking on the inside of your wrist. 

“Hey, what’s this?” 

Curiosity piqued, he grabbed your hand and pulled it closer, making you yelp in shock. 

“Leon, give off!” 

“Just looking!” He said, curiosity piqued even more by your protests. He turned your hand to see the inside of your wrist, and his breath hitched. 

It was his name written in pretty cursive, with a heart around it. He stared at it, lips parting slightly. His first thought was that it was a tattoo, but there were some little smudges here and there. 

He looked down at you, your face redder than before and pointedly avoiding his gaze. 

“You wrote this?” 

“Who else?” You replied, which was a fair point. You tried to tug your wrist back but he held firm, not done looking at it. The heart was a little wobbly, and he could see where you’d rubbed off ink and redrawn certain parts. His name was smoothly written though, and in the prettiest cursive he’d ever seen you use. He’d made fun of your typical handwriting before for somehow being worse than his own, so this was new. 

“I... I write it when you’re not here,” you said, voice quieter than normal, as if you were going all shy on him. “Like, when you’re on missions and stuff.” 

“You’ve done this before?” He asked softly, and oh God, his heart feels like it’s about to burst out of his chest. You nodded. 

“I dunno, it’s just, like,” you’re looking at the floor like it was the most interesting thing in the world, you were definitely going shy on him, “you’re not here, so I write that and it helps. With, y’know, missing you. I usually wash it off when I know you’re coming back home but I had no heads-up this time so I forgot.” 

Leon swallowed. God, you were perfect. Dressed in his hoodie, his name on your wrist, waiting for him to come home. How many years had he spent just coming home to an empty apartment, nothing to greet him except the utility bills, no one to miss him except the mould growing on the food he accidentally left out? On every mission there would be a not-insignificant part of him that contemplated just... not coming back. Letting the bioweapon with its hands around his throat snap his neck. Letting himself bleed out on the floor. Letting go of the ledge and falling to his death. He was going to die on the job - might as well have it happen sooner rather than later. 

Then you came along, and he found himself wanting to come home. Your face flashed through his mind when he parried an attack, when he shot an approaching threat. He wanted to come home and see your face again, wanted to feel you again, wanted to live to see tomorrow if that tomorrow would be spent with you. 

“Maybe I shouldn’t give you a heads-up from now on,” Leon said, then pulled you across until your face was closer to his, laughing at the surprised little noise you let out. Your face was still red and he could see the question forming on your lips, but he swiftly leant down and kissed you with all the affection that had been bubbling up inside his chest. He let go of your wrist in favour of circling you with his arms, another wave of adoration washing over him as your lips moved against his, fingers tangling in his hair. 

I love you, he thought as he held you close.  

I love you, as the kiss deepened, you making the little noises he loved. 

I love you, as you separated for air, breaths mingling. 

You laughed softly, and God if that wasn’t the most beautiful sound. 

“This is so embarrassing,” you whined, practically hiding your face in his chest. He wanted to make a little teasing remark, but as you lay there, dressed in his hoodie, his name on your wrist, all he could think about was that he loved you too fucking much. He took your hand, stroking his thumb over your knuckles. 

Imagining how it would look with a ring on it. 

“S’not embarrassing,” he replied, “it’s cute.” 

“You weren’t meant to find out,” you went on. He laughed softly, pressing a kiss to your forehead. You looked up at him, and if he could have this view for the rest of his life, he’d die a happy man. 

“Yeah? Well, I’m glad I did.”

----

You were stood at the kitchen counter, chopping up some potatoes. You’d finished work earlier than Leon today and so had bought a couple of steaks on the way back home, intending to make a better dinner tonight to make up for yesterday’s basic pasta with store-bought sauce. Not that Leon had voiced any disappointment with the dinner, but you liked making his favourite meal when he came home after a mission. 

Leon had texted you to say he’d be home soon, so you put the potatoes in the oven then got ready to work on the sauce. You caught sight of his name on your wrist and smiled. You didn’t tend to write it when he was around, but he’d seemed very happy to learn of your little habit , and so you figured you might as well re-write it on your wrist today. And every day after that, you supposed. 

A tattoo would solve the re-drawing issue, but you liked writing it. It felt romantic. Plus, you got to add little embellishments, depending on how you were feeling. Sometimes little stars, or dots around the heart. You’d opted for a classic design today, an arrow through the heart. 

A short while later you heard the front door open, Leon coming into the kitchen soon after, looking tired but thankfully without that dead, empty look he got after missions. He smiled when he saw you, that beautiful smile you treasured so dearly. 

“Hey, sweetheart,” he said as he approached you, hugging you from behind and resting his head on you. “Nice day?” 

You shrugged, turning the cooker off on the sauce. “So-so. You?” 

“Better than usual.” 

“Oh?” You said, turning round to face him properly. There was a little sparkle in his blue eyes, a little grin tugging at his lips. It was rare to see him like this after work – it normally took him a bit to shake the work off, so to speak. It was making you smile too. “And why was that?” 

“Because,” he said, then raised his left hand and shifted his watch to reveal your name in wobbly cursive, encased in an even wobblier heart. “I had you there with me.” 

Your face broke out into a smile, laughter bubbling up as you drank in the sight. He was fully grinning too, a dorky little grin with his eyes crinkling in such a way that had your heart doing topsy-turvies. You pulled up your sleeve to show him your matching inscription. 

“What a coincidence - you were with me, too,” you said, and Leon laughed, joy evident. Seeing him this happy melted your heart, and as he took to admiring your wrist again, blue eyes alight with adoration, blond hair loosely falling over his face, framed by the overhead lighting, he looked positively angelic. 

Truth be told, he was your angel. He’d disagree, would say he’s ‘just a guy’, but in him you’d found a love you’d only dreamt about. He wasn’t perfect by any means, but that didn’t matter when he held you so tenderly when you cried, when he supported you through thick and thin, when he made you feel so, so loved.  

Watching him like that, stroking your wrist with his thumb, looking at you like you hung the stars when all you did was write his name on your wrist, you knew that this was the man you wanted to spend forever with. 

“Can I have my hand back?” You asked teasingly, and Leon’s smile turned a little sheepish as he lowered your hand, but didn’t relinquish it, instead simply shifting so he was holding your hand instead of your wrist, fingers intertwined with yours. 

“I’ll let go if you give me a kiss,” he teased back, leaning in expectantly, and you gave an exaggerated eye roll before leaning up and pressing your lips against his, smiling into the kiss. He released your hand in favour of winding his arms around your waist, and your heart fluttered as he gently pulled you closer, enveloping you in his warmth. Your hands came up to embrace him in turn and the two of you stayed there, enjoying this time you had together, enjoying each other’s touch, enjoying the feel of the other’s lips, a feeling that was so familiar but never got old. 

Eventually you pulled apart, all lovestruck smiles and little laughs when your eyes met. 

“I love you, you know that?” Leon said, thumbs stroking circles into your skin. “I know I don’t really say it often, but I do. I love you.” 

You smile. “I know.” 

“Y’know, I figured out of the two of us I’d be Han Solo.” 

“Nah, you’re my princess.” 

“I’m not dressing up as Leia if that’s what you’re hinting at.” 

“Boo, you whore.” 

Leon snorted, rolling his eyes fondly before pulling away. “Alright, I’m gonna go get changed. See you in a bit.” 

He pressed one last kiss to the top of your head before walking off, and as you watched him you felt that certain fondness swell in your chest. He was your everything, the one you loved most ardently, and who, by some grace of God, loved you so ardently in return. 

“Hey, Leon?” 

Leon turned around, having just entered the hallway. “Yeah, sweetheart?” 

“I love you too.” 

He smiled softly, and that was your raison d’être. You could see a million stars, watch thousands of meteor showers, look up at a twilight sky, and none of it would compare to the view right before you. 

“I know.”

----

[mcsiggy]

The reason you received so many hate asks the past few days was because of margaretkart. Her followers accused you and your fans of being racist because you draw certain Greek gods with darker skin tone and margaretkart agreed and started enlisting what she considered to be everything wrong with your comic DESPITE NEVER READING IT IN THE FIRST PLACE AND ONLY TAKING (MIS)INFORMATION FROM WHAT HER FOLLOWERS SHARED WITH HER!!! HOW MORE ANNOYING COULD SHE BE??!?!!

You know, I expected you two to be on good terms, since you're both Ariadne/Dionysus girlies, but it's so sick how she regards you without making any effort to actually know you (she said something about you blocking her??)

I mean that's pretty sad use of their time. especially since all this started, it's gotten me to work on my comic more where the first 8 pages of the 4th chapter is already more or less ready for me posting some new pages within the next month lol.

like i wish i could befriend every artist who has the same interest as me, but alas, I didn't want to interact w/ them anymore than i already had, which was literally me reblogging their art once in awhile if i saw it in the Dionysus tag.

Really I don't care if they like my comic or not, It's obviously not made for them, and me blocking them didn't really affect them until her followers decided to tell them i'm somehow disrespecting greek culture for not having enough white greek god designs.

[ranunculussy]

enigma | part 08.

ꕥ part 01. | part 02. | part 03. | part 04. | part 05.| part 06. | part 07. ꕥ pair: Spencer Reid × BAU!fem!reader ꕥ warnings/tags: canon-typical violence, kinda graphic description of the crime, swearing, somewhat oblivious Reid and reader, age gap, moderately jealous Spencer, slow-burn, mutual pining, rivals to lovers, english isn't my first language so bear with me pls, if there are other warnings or tags i should add let me know ꕥ word count: ~2.5k ꕥ small author's note: hiiii guys! i know that i said my next published fic will be a sapphic Emily Prentiss one (and that is still coming, i promise), however, things happened and i'm back in my Bucky Barnes obsession era. so i posted a fanfic with him. feel free to check it out if you'd like to, i hope you'll enjoy it ^-^ ꕥ small author's note 2: i also created a small navigation post for my page/works to make it a bit easier for everyone :3 ꕥ summary: Spencer can't quite figure you, his rival out and this annoys him more than it should [this fanfic is also available on AO3 with the same title and username]

wednesday

“So, bear with me please guys.” you murmured while you typed in what you were looking for. “There is a chance that my theory is off- “

“Well, with you there is always a chance of that.” chimed in who else, if not the residential asshole. Annoying little prick.

“I’d heavily advise you to reconsider who you’re messing with when you cannot even use your damn chopsticks properly, doctor.” with your narrowed eyes, you pointed at his pretty hands while he clumsily tried to work some miracle with his Chinese takeout. This seemed to be working, since Reid pressed his lips together and remained silent.

“As I said, there is a chance that my theory is off, still, I’d like to share it with you, in case it helps the investigation.” You said, anxiety slightly building up in you. One of the most hated parts of this job for you was presenting, whether in front of the team or a whole precinct. However, professionality quickly came over you, as if it was switched on. “Selkies are creatures of Nordic and Celtic mythology. The origin of the word comes from Scots, meaning seal, and they’re often associated with the Northern Isles of Scotland. It is said that they live freely in the seas as seals but occasionally come to land where they shed their animal skin to bask in the warmth and light, then, when they decide that it’s time to head back to the sea, they put their seal skin back on and disappear into the waves. In folklore, they’re often depicted as beautiful and charming women, and if a human man finds the skin of a selkie while they’re on the shores and steal it, they can force the selkie into marrying them, causing the selkie to be resentful and unhappy, because they’ll always long for the sea. If they’re lucky, they can steal back their skin and make a run for it.”

“I’m not saying that this is unrelated but how exactly did you connect the dots?” after a few silent seconds, your boss cleared his throat and leaned forward on his seat.

Warmness spread across your cheeks and ears as you realised you only told half of what you wanted originally. “Ah yes, sorry I left that out. So, at first, I only had an inkling. Even as a child, I loved mythology from all over the world, and I spent a lot of time learning about the different creatures and their stories. When we got introduced to the case, the selkie was the first thing that came into my mind, but I found it a bit silly, so I didn’t say anything. However, I couldn’t shake this weird feeling and asked Garcia to investigate the victim’s marital backgrounds, looking for anything that’d indicate problems.”

“And?” Emily curiously raised her eyebrows while silently calculating which sushi should be left as the last, most fulfilling bite.

“The second victim was in marriage counselling a few years ago but they stopped showing up according to the reports. The first victim was seeing a private therapist, which could mean anything, of course, but there might be a connection.”

After some thinking, Hotch decided to split the unit into three. JJ, and Morgan will investigate this as if they’re looking for an extreme animal rights or a climate change activist who’s trying to make a statement, Rossi, Emily and he will remain in the station and take the statements of the husbands and relatives of the victims, and finally, you and Reid will start investigating your selkie theory. Before anyone asks, Reid volunteered to be on your team. According to him, he wants to see you set yourself up for failure. To be honest, you didn’t quite understand this. If he wanted to prove you wrong and take the win for this case when the team eventually solves it, he should be on the opposite, investigating and proving the activist theory, not yours. This way, he had significantly less chance of taking the point for this in your imaginary ‘solved case race’.

Now, you were sitting next to him, finally relaxed enough to eat your reheated noodles. The others headed out a few minutes ago, it was just the two of you. He couldn’t eat as fast as the others since he wasn’t as skilled with the chopsticks and refused to back down, but it was obvious that he became more and more frustrated. As always, when he couldn’t exactly figure something out, it bothered him. You glanced at his long, slender fingers and mentally let out a sigh before opening your mouth.

“Khm… Would you like some help?”

“Help?” he looked up at you, his brows slightly furrowed, to which you just pointed at the wooden sticks between his unsteady fingers. “Ah, no. I’m okay.”

“Mmm, I can see. There is nothing wrong with admitting that you’re not good at something. You can always try getting better.” There was no use in denying how much you enjoyed this. With his free hand, Spencer moved a straying wavy lock out of his face, which was one of his stalling tactics, you noticed this early on.

To be honest, he was quite pissed at himself for still not being able to eat with those damned utensils. He made a fool of himself in his rookie days when Gideon was still in the team, and they celebrated a closed case in that dimly lit Chinese restaurant. It was childish but he got so mad at the inanimate objects that he avoided using them ever since. Today was an unfortunate day

“Fine, help me.” he murmured. It was barely audible, but you definitely heard it, and while he was looking anywhere but at you, a winner grin spread across your face.

“Okay, follow my instructions, doc.” you clapped your hands together excitedly and scooted a bit closer to him. Cute, thought Spencer. “So, there are many ways to use chopsticks but the easiest, in my honest opinion is…”

While you explained to him the way you first figured out how to eat with the utensils, he could’ve sworn your eyes were sparkling. This was such a mundane thing, but you were definitely in your element, which looked good on you. Before he noticed it, your enthusiasm made him smile and he got swept up in the moment. His eyes gently explored your face, starting from your eyebrows to your eyes, your nose, your lips, where he stopped for a few seconds and instinctively licked his own, then lifted his gaze back to your eyes. This came so naturally, so involuntarily, as if he never had any problem with maintaining eye contact.

“Now you try it.”

Oof, he might have fucked things up a bit by getting distracted, he realized. This was one of those rare moments when he knew, he didn’t really have the upper hand and had no idea how to smoothly recover. This wasn’t the first time when he went dumb in your company, and he knew he’ll have to do something about it, possibly in the near future.

“Uhm…” his confused look almost made you chuckle.

“Can I?” you pointed at his hands. It was one thing that recently he became bolder with physical contact, still, you wanted to make sure he was comfortable with touching. After he nodded, you reached forward, ignoring your heart that was beating like a war drum in your chest. This was a perfectly normal thing to do with your co-worker. If there was literally any other member in that goddamned chair instead of Reid, you would’ve been fine. You had to do something about your inability to function on 110% when you were in his company, and you had to do it quickly.

Your gentle touch and overall proximity caused his breath to hitch for a short moment, but you were too deep in your head to notice it, to his luck. You carefully moved his fingers, placed the chopsticks in their places and explained once again how to move them.

He caught himself getting distracted by your smell, your voice, your looks, by you again. He had to stop this, stop himself or this will turn awkward really quick. So, he practically forced himself to listen and learn, as he should’ve done a few minutes ago.

A few hours later you and Spencer were walking towards the black SUV in the garage of the modern, quite possibly overprized medical centre. You decided to start your investigation at the private therapist of Ruby, the first victim, with little to no success.

“The next person that says HIPAA today will get their asses beaten, I’m being so fucking serious right now.” to this, the man on left let out a soft chuckle. Before you could’ve said anything else, the genius’s phone rang.

“Hey Garcia,” he greeted the person at the other end of the line. “Got it, we’ll head there right now.”

“What is it?” you asked as you got into the characteristically FBI vehicle.

“Sarah Moore’s husband didn’t show up at the precinct and there is no way of contacting him.”

After circa fifteen minutes, you pulled up to the Moore family’s driveway. Both of you got your badges ready but didn’t pull your guns out just yet. You didn’t want to scare or agitate the man.

“Jeremy Moore, FBI!” Reid’s loud, confident, demanding tone sent shivers down your spine. He looked so hot like this. “FBI, open up!”

The absence of any reaction meant you had to do this the hard way. Where is Derek when you need him? Since the entrance door had little decorative windows on the side, Spencer took down his suit, wrapped around his right fist and smashed the glass. What was in that damn Chinese takeout that suddenly made him so… woah. Better yet, what was in your Chinese takeout that suddenly made you notice every little thing he did.

Now, with your firearms in your hands, you entered the silent house. After securing the whole place, which was entirely empty, it was time for investigating. The power was cut, covering the rooms in darkness so you had to use your flashlights, which always annoyed you a bit, you felt restricted in a way.

While you went through the Moore’s stuffs in the living room, Spencer decided to uncover any possible secrets the kitchen might have held. What you first noticed was there weren’t any family photos. The room felt artificial. By what you were able to tell in the dim light, it looked like those fake photos on the covers of home decoration magazines. Fireplace in the middle of the left wall, piano in the upper right corner, huge beige couches and armchairs, a fluffy rug, a huge television and some decorative bookshelves. But nowhere anything personal.

“Y/N,” Spencer called your name, to which you peaked out from the living room. With his fingers, he gestured, calling you closer. When you walked up to his side, he pointed at the kitchen sink. “Look.”

There, in the silver, modern sink was a built-in garbage disposal unit, which was surrounded by dried blood and pieces of torn skin and flesh.

“What the…” you murmured and raised your flashlight, looking for any other signs of violence. Other than what you’ve found, everything else looked perfectly intact. “I’ll call Hotch, don’t go anywhere.”

“Where would I…?”

Half an hour later the property was filled with members of the FBI, CSI and the local police force. So much so that even the infamous Chief Miller decided to grace you with his time. Awesome. You could tell by Hotch’s and Emily’s face how annoyed they were already. You were guessing that the freshly appointed man didn’t make their jobs easier back at the precinct.

“Chief Miller, these are my agents, SSA Y/N L/N and Doctor Spencer Reid.” You got introduced by your boss while Emily and Rossi decided to join the CSI guys. The man in front of you was tall, obviously well-built, with a very authoritative presence. His wavy black hair had some straying grey in it, and you had to admit it, it complimented his tanned skin and deep brown, almost black irises.

“Nice to meet you.” you nodded but refrained from shaking hands, just like the man on your right.

“How are we discovering this just now?” asked Miller without greeting, which was already a bad start for you.

“Because we just got here? Moore didn’t show up to give his statement, so we came here to check in as soon as we got informed about it.” you answered, not taking his accusative tone well.

“This should’ve been the first thing you do after discovering the body.”

“With all due respect, sir, we weren’t even on the case when the victim was discovered. If anything, it should’ve been your men’s responsibility to contact the husband as quick as possible.” Seems like Spencer didn’t appreciate his tone either. Fake, polite smiles sat on your lip while you were trying to behave. Maybe you were more defensive because you knew beforehand that Miller will be a pain in your ass and in your mind, you already saw him as a threat or an obstacle. But it was surprising how fast Reid snapped back.

Around here, you decided that it’d be for the best if you excused yourself and joined up with the others. At times like this, you were glad that you weren’t in a leading position. Your sense of justice and slight problem with authority would make you unemployed faster than an affair scandal.

Prentiss and Dave were squatting in front of the cabinet with the sink and were working on disassembling the outlet to check if there are any human remains left in it.

“I can tell he doesn’t really believe in what we do.” said Emily.

“Oh wow, if I had a fucking penny for each time we were invited in on a case where the local police force thought this, I could retire.” you groaned and rolled your eyes.

When Rossi took the components apart, thickened blood and clumps of remains filled the empty bucked placed under the pipe. You didn’t notice, but from the other side of the room, Reid silently kept his eyes you. When your only reaction was a quiet hum and slightly raised eyebrows, he got reminded of the fact that he still was nowhere near close figuring you out.

A few minutes later another crime scene was discovered, this time in the storm shelter that was hidden away at the far end of the property, that’s why you and Spencer haven’t discovered it when you secured the place. The small, underground room looked like as if it was painted red by the amount of blood that got spilled there. You were more than sure that you found where Sarah Moore spent the excruciating end of her life.

thank you again for reading my work, hope you're having an awesome day! i hope it isn't a problem that this fic is getting longer, i'm just taking slow burn seriously (only thing i can do lmao) taglist: @halfbloodwriter @starrystormwritings @kspencer34 @maisyyyyyy @theseerbetweenus @throwaway-things @pleasantwitchgarden divider from @cafekitsune gif from @reidgif

[icy-book]

So, after making this post about how many fics each of the kiddads ship have, I thought it would be fun to look at some other statistics for them, namely the fics per author and distribution of fic lengths (which was suggested by @rebelfire)

Fics per Author

Methodology

I went to the individual tags of each ship on ao3, sorted by author, and then went through and counted how many fics each author wrote. This was much easier for any ship that wasn't Nark, which ended up having a total of 98 authors (help). Pseuds were included as one author, and anonymous fics were grouped together, since authorship is unable to be determined, same with orphaned fics unless there was a name attached. All results for ratios are rounded to 1 d.p. I used R to help me make histograms of the distribution of how many fics were written by individual authors, but because I'm using a continuous method to represent discrete data, the scales may be a bit off (I also couldn't remember how to change the scales)

Results

Glark had 30 authors, and 45 fics, making it a nice, neat and exact 1:1.5 author:fic ratio. The top three authors were keepquietplease (7 fics), Captain_Dogfish, and trustycustard (4 fics each)

Grannick had 19 authors and 26 fics, bringing it to roughly a 1:1.6 ratio. The author who wrote the most was newstarsong (3 fics), and there was a four-way tie for second place between keepquietplease, lyricsandlaziness, quinny_22, and spaghetticreature, all having written 2 fics

Terrick had 20 authors and 49 fics, which was exactly 1:2.45, but rounds to 1:2.5. The top three authors were Icelet (me!) (19 fics), Caution_Brain_on_hiatus, and JustABlah (4 fics each). Because there was such a big difference between between the most and second most fics written by one author, I also worked out the ratio without my fics, which was 1:1.6 (19 authors and 30 fics)

Guncontrol had the closest to an exact 1:1 ratio, with 8 authors and 9 fics. The ratio actually came out at 1:1.2 (or, 1:1.25 to be hyper specific), and the top author was travvymybeloved, the only one to write 2 fics. (Please ignore the decimals in the graph)

Terrow had 15 authors and 18 fics, also close to 1:1. It was exactly 1:1.2, which made me happy none the less, technically closer to 1:1 than guncontrol due to their smaller sample. The top two authors were stratocaster (3 fics) and trustycustard (2 fics). The graph for this is actually wrong, as I forgot to group an author's pseud with their main, so I will tell you that the distribution was 1 author who'd written 3 fics, 1 who'd written 2, and 13 who'd written 1.

Spant had 14 authors and 33 fics, making it a ratio of 1:2.4. The top three authors are AnOctoberPepper and keepquietplease (6 fics each), and lemonofthevalley (3 fics). A special shout out to the anonymous authors, who wrote 5 fics collectively - well done to this particularly secretive ship

Lovesong had 28 authors and 48 fics, giving us our highest ratio so far of 1:2.7, and the highest ratio of any ship that isn't Nark. The authors with the highest number of fics were kaseyskat, LorienLady, and the anonymous authors again, all with 5 fics

Granterry had 26 authors and 35 fics, giving it a ratio of 1:1.3, one of the lowest surprisingly. The author with the most fics was keepquietplease once again, with 5 fics. Fun fact, I suspect keepquietplease has written for the most kiddads ships, as they appeared in 7 out of 9 of the tags, although I didn't formally inspect this, so an extra shout out to them

And Nark had a whopping 98 authors and 472 fics, giving it the highest ratio of 1:4.8. Going through all of them by hand took me forever, which was not helped (/affectionate) by our top 3 authors, Gia279 (95 fics!!!), Kibbles423 (90 fics), and CalamityUnlocked (20 fics)

Because Gia279 and Kibbles423 wrote so many, I also worked out the ratio without their 185 combined fics, same as I did for terrick. Without the outliers, Nark had 96 authors and 287 fics, which comes out to 1:3.6, still the highest by a long mile. Also, shout out to stratocaster and litamaze for now making it to the top three, each with 17 fics. And this one even gets a new graph

Word Count

Methodology

This one was a lot easier thanks to Ao3's wonderful filtering system. I simply filtered for the categories shown in the table below and looked at how many fics were left for each ship. I did want to make box plots to show the distribution, but I couldn't quiet work out how to put multiple on one axis, so you just get the table

Results

Interesting, the 1 Spant fic that was equal to or under 100 was a podfic, and Terrow and Glark are the only fics to have drabbles or double drabbles other than Nark (drabbles are fics exactly 100 words, double drabbles are exactly 200)

I hope this has been a fun and informative post! The data was gathered from 2 days ago to today, so data should be correct as of posting this, but there may be one or two fics published during that I didn't notice and thus didn't include.

Remember, this post is first and foremost for fun, as well as being a little celebration of these ships and the authors who have put so much effort into writing these fics. It truly is astounding, and I hope this data becomes outdated and inaccurate soon

[chevelleneech]

I say this with full sincerity,

but I genuinely think JM, JK, and Jikook antis are worried they might be wrong. And not in a, “These best friends are actually best friends.” way. I think a chunk of them have gotten real scared that Jikook are an actual couple, because the the tweets I’ve been seeing aren’t run of the mill anti rhetoric.

Number one is from a supposed Jungkook fan, who is mad he’s with Jimin instead of working on solo content. Two is from someone who is mad at someone else for reposting the same exact videos everyone else is of Jikook at Jin’s show, and are claiming they excluded Yoongi on purpose to push the Jikook agenda. The third is about how AYS is blatant fan service that JM and JK are being paid to do, because otherwise it would include all the members.

This one is one of many, where Tkkrs, JM antis, and JK solos are dogpiling a Jungkook focused account who allegedly retweeted a JK anti, was in a JK anti chat, and follows Jikookers. I don’t know if any of it is true. Some are saying no, and the account user said the chats were faked. I’m not able to discern what is or isn’t fake, so my main focus on bringing them up is how people are responding.

Tkkrs and antis are slamming them possibly rightfully so, but not because they’re a supposed secret JK anti. The overwhelming amount of “Report this person!” “Block this account!” tweets include a reason… which is, “I knew you were a secret Joker!” “They focused on Jikook too much, what did y’all expect?” “They post pigman, of course they’re a shipper.”

Their replies and quotes are filled with hate about Jikook and Jimin. Here’s one in particular that stood out to me, because talk about hypocrisy.

This person is pissed that the user is apparently a JK anti, but them being a supposed shipper and fan of Jimin is tweeted before their complaints about supposedly not promoting Jungkook’s music!

And these handful of tweets aren’t even the majority of what I’ve read just now. I didn’t screenshot more, because a lot of them came with much longer threads and such, but holy hell. This last month essentially, has turned a tide, which I don’t say lightly.

I’ve been army for a little while now and a Jikooker almost as long, and even at the peak of me being slammed with insults and message upon message of why TK is the real ship, I can’t recall a time when I saw it this bad. People have always viewed them as fan service and believed their friendship is fake, but not to the point of being enraged.

Not to the point of no one, not even JK focused accounts being unable to mention Jimin in a positive way. And trust me, I know people have hated him specifically for a long time. This time though, it seems like mentioning JM and JK in the same post in any way is getting people harassed.

And no one is saying anything about it! The entire Jikook tag on Twitter is filled with antis and JK solos demanding people stop talking about and posting Jikook or that the account in question above should be blocked and reported. That anyone who posts about Jimin and JK should formally announce themselves as a Jikooker. That anyone with any variation of JK and JM’s names on their account must claim being a Jikooker. That following both JM and JK accounts or Jikook biased accounts makes you a Jikooker.

It’s honestly batshit crazy, and it’s made all the more obvious that only Jikook interacting is a problem, because one of the accounts leading the charge against the above JK centered account is a JK centered report account, who is also a self-proclaimed TK shipper. Yet people are agreeing with them that the alleged JK anti is just a shipper in disguise.

It does not make a single bit of sense how fast this fandom moves to banish anyone “accused” of being a Jikook shipper, even if the accuser is a shipper too. It also makes no sense that no one cares about the fact that Jikook biased fans are being constantly harassed lately. Yes, it happens in waves usually, but this is a big wave because Jimin and Jungkook have been hanging out a lot more this month. And we know everybody online, because everybody watching Jin’s shows.

So I know people see Jimin and Jungkook’s bond being belittled and disrespected. I know people see accounts being reported for posting Jikook, but not Yoonmin or any other paring. I can see people retweeting posts about JK having two boyfriends in Jimin and Yoongi, and about Yoonminkook arriving together, but ignoring posts about Jimin being JK’s boyfriend or them leaving as a duo.

The pushback on Jikook interacting, as of today, has gotten so bad. They are genuinely fandom enemy number one, and the only reason that makes sense to me is: their antis are the loudest/largest. Ot7 accounts ignore their interactions, yet also don’t defend them against hate. Army (at least on social media where being anonymous is possible) does not like them, and the uptick in rage is because Jimin and Jungkook are happy together. They’ve not given anyone a reason to dislike them as a duo, and have actually gone about the last three years of their lives reinforcing their bond.

They traveled together before enlistment. They chose to enlist together, and be subjected to 18 months of hip-to-hip work. They were discharged and immediately chose to travel together again. And with their travels presumably over, they are still being seen together.

For those who hate seeing them as a them, this is a worst case scenario, and now they’re all lashing out an any and everyone who tweets about JM and JK. No matter what. It’s unbelievable.

[tipsandtrixx]

My idea for a sander sides ghost au I've been working on for bit but never got around to writing because of Hurricane Helene: (also tw mentions and descriptions of death)

1. They're normal ghosts, but they're all in a museum. That's the whole gimmick.

2. They're all in said museum because the thing they haunt got brought to the museum for display, and they're stuck to said object until someone frees them.

3. Logan is the ghost of a early 20th-century professor who died because of "the unsafe medicine of the times" aka prescription stimulants. He haunts a portrait of himself and just spends most of his time reading books from the museum library.

4. Roman and Remus are the ghosts of a prince and duke twin pair who were killed by the church because they were believed to be heretics. They haunt their sword and morningstar and fight most of the time because they've been stuck sharing a display for decades.

5. Virgil is the ghost of a 80's teenager who died in a nightclub fire when the insulation caught fire and released cyanide gas into the building. He haunts his jacket and he stays hidden most of the time but does show up to watch any drama that happens.

6. Janus is the ghost of a conman who died in the 19th century after being shot by a customer in relation for a fake cure. He's pretty far gone, half his face is distorted in snake scales and he's forced to speak half in lies. He haunts his cane which was found in a expedition and likes to mess with the other ghosts and snoop on museum employees.

6. Remy is also the ghost of a 80s teenager, and died in the same fire as Virgil. He shares a case with Virgil, but unlike the twins they get along pretty well. Remy hangs around more than Virgil and likes to mess with guests during open hours.

7. Emile is the ghost of a psychiatrist who was killed by a crazy patient in 2016. He's still pretty new by their standards, and he haunts his name tag which was brought to the museum for a true crime showcase. He like to people watch and trys and fails to keep Remy from messing with the guests.

8. Patton is the ghost of a seemingly normal dad who was found dead a month before the story takes place. He's the newest ghost, the story starts with the twins accidentally summoning him, and he haunts his glasses which were brought in for the same true crime show case.

9. The story kicks off with the twins knocking over the display case with Pattons glasses and accidentally summoning him. He's extremely disoriented and doesn't remember how he died, only that he'd left the house to go on a walk and was knocked out on the trail, and woke up dead in the museum.

10. Logan has been there the longest out of the main cast, the museum is connected to the college where he used to teach, so he was haunting the place before his portrait was on display.

11. Logan, Virgil, Remy, and Emile are all okay with being ghosts and don't care about moving on to the afterlife. Roman, Remus, Janus, and Patton all want to move on, but no one knows how to free them.

12. Several museum employees swear they've seen ghosts, even though management assures them ghosts are not real and they are seeing things. On a unrelated note, Janus and Remus discovered that all the ghosts are visible in moonlight and have tricked several employees into turning off the main room lights only to be scared by the now visible ghosts. Logan has tried to stop Remus and Janus, to no eveail.

13. Logan likes to figure out the backstories of all the new ghosts and it drives him insane that Patton can't remember his pre-ghost life. Patton only goes along with Logans shenanigans in the hopes Logan can help him remember his family.

14. Thomas is the unfortunate employee that gets tricked by Janus and Remus but unlike the other employees he recognizes Patton and Emile, hence his involvement in the story.

There's definitely more, but that's all I've got for this post. I've definitely got more for this au so stay tuned.

[hyperspecial]

vent regressor chance headcanons

hai so . im a little embarrassed to say that i accidentally deleted the post. I'M SO SORRY 😭 IF YOU SAW THIS YESTERDAY THIS IS A REPOST!!

☆ For reference, I think Chance would first start involuntarily regressing after the whole.. ITrapped incident, and after he's already been forsakened.

☆ Instead of the 3-7 age range I set in my earlier headcanons, in his current mental state, I think he would regress a lot younger, like 1-3 years old. (Eventually, he begins to regress older when he's healthier.)

☆ He definitely doesn't regress for a long time at this stage, usually pulling himself out of regression due to paranoia/stress and the fear of being in such a vulnerable state. Age regression to them is definitely more scary than comforting.

☆ Of course, due to this, he doesn't want anybody near him while regressing. The thought of getting close to anyone again, especially in whilst regressing, is very distressing to them. It has to take a lot to break down the walls he began to build around themself.

☆ They seems like the type to suck on his fingers or tie when they're distressed whilst regressing, it leads to him aggravating his fingers, which overall makes them more upset.

☆ If they're not crying, then he's probably sleeping. Also, he definitely hugs himself while he's sleeping, no doubting that, I will not take any criticism. (WRITING THIS MAKES ME FEEL SO BAD FOR THEM)

☆ Eventually, though, a few particular survivors begin to catch onto these habits of his..

GUEST 1337

☆ I think he's the first to pick up on Chance (unhealthily) regressing, something about dad instincts.

☆ Definitely worries about Chance a lot, even if he doesn't show it as outwardly as the others. Being in the military, he's better on giving advice for surviving then for regressing, but he wants to help them as much as he can.

☆ When Chance is regressed, he doesn't push anything. He kind of just sits there and lets Chance do whatever he wants, unless they're hurting themselves. Guest doesn't want to overstep any boundaries, especially when Chance has put this much trust into him!

ELLIOT

☆ Elliot slowly but surely starts to pick on details about Chance, eventually figuring it out. He doesn't want to pry on anything that happened pre-forsakening though.

☆ Similar to Guest, Elliot well.. isn't the best with words. He is worried, for sure, but doesn't know how to properly communicate those feelings into words. So, it's usually shown through actions instead.

☆ The difference between Elliot and Guest is major when Chance is regressed though, Elliot is lowkey always fussing over Chance, even when they aren't upset at all. It actually makes Chance happy to know that Elliot cares enough about him to be so concerned, and it also amuses them, so that's a win.

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NOTE: My inbox is cleared now. I'm sorry for taking longer on this one, I went to a water park yesterday and it was sooo fun.

[bisexualbrainrots]

wip weekend.

tagged by this angel @sad-girl-hours23 can't believe it took me all week to finally post but hey! I've finally put a stop to the planning and started writing this.

in short, it's a "buck and tommy try to be friends (spoiler: it fails)" fic, though no tommy yet in this snippet. timeline wise it takes place a month after s8 finale.

The sound of kids playing could be heard at a distance.

“As you can see, the place is packed with natural light. There’s also good airflow thanks to the high ceilings, which is great for the summer.”

Buck was looking from the living room window, the corners of his mouth twitched upwards as some of the children celebrated their victory. His realtor also pointed how great of a neighborhood this was: quiet for the most part, with a nice community, close to different parks and, apparently, kid-friendly.

Perfect for a family.

This… wasn’t going to be a winner.

He turned on his heels, his smile all too knowing by his realtor at this point. She sighed, crossing her arms and tilting her head at him.

“Mr Buckley, I… I don’t mean to sound disappointed but, you’re not very satisfied with any of the properties we’ve seen.”

“That’s not true! there was that house in—”

“The one with the squeaky floors?” Buck grimaced and ducked his head. She did say it wasn’t easy to repair them given something about the structure of the place. He couldn’t really pay attention with how distracting it was to hear her walk around the house, the wood screaming at him. Not the kind of character he wanted for his home. “What is it that you truly want, Mr Buckley?”

My life back.

Buck fidgeted with his fingers, thinking of what he could tell his realtor so that she wouldn’t ask any more questions, or at least so that he wouldn’t scare her off by venting everything about his life this year. She’s been so understanding throughout the process, and he does want her to help him find his dream home.

He just didn’t think it’d take at least a month for that to happen.

Or not happen, seeing how this viewing was going.