#deciding not to reblog original request because it feels too messy to me

[daranatsus]

Get a room you two

Request by @stardusts-supervoid! I loved drawing their expressions

[knchins]

In Their Arms - Shinsou & Kirishima

Summary: Shinsou and Kirishima decide to try something new with you in the bedroom.

Pairing: Shinsou x Fem!Reader x Kirishima

Rating: E+

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: pwp, threes*me, p*lyamory, begging, light d*gradation/praise, oral/an*l/v*ginal s*x, ass play, dp, spreader bar, rope b*ndage, light impact play, d*m/sub themes.

Notes: Requested by @/arrestingaphine (I’ll tag you in the reblog)! I hope you enjoy it! Thank you so much for being patient with me! Characters are aged up.

 When your partners asked you if they could try something new, this wasn't exactly what you had been imagining. While the three of you did sometimes indulge in light BDSM, this was a bit...heavier than normal.

 Your wrists were tied together and suspended above your head by rope that was tied to a hook in the ceiling. Your feet were still on the ground however to prevent any injury or excessive strain to your shoulders, though Kirishimia had bought a new toy for them to play with: a metal spreader bar that was now fastened to your ankles, keeping them shoulder width apart.

 On top of this exposing position, Shinsou had suggested that you be blindfolded too. While you didn’t object, the sensory deprivation definitely had you a little on edge. “That feel okay, princess?” Eijirou asked as he ran a hand over your ass, enjoying the soft flesh against his rough hand. “Not too tight?”

 “No,” You said with a small smile. While of course there were times when they did want to hurt you, they typically didn’t force you into a position that was too uncomfortable.

 “Good,” Shinsou said plainly as you felt something smooth and cool trace around the underside of your breasts. The tickling sensation made your squirm, earning you a light pop from the material. The sting was enough to tell you that it was his favorite riding crop. “Stop squirming.”

 He went back to tracing over your breast tissue, circling around your areolas and then your nipples, causing them to harden. A soft sigh left you lips at not only the touch of the leather crop but also Kirishima’s kneading of your ass. He always had to have his hands on it at all times, whether it was giving you a playful smack or pinch, or just rubbing it. It always made him feel at home and you were used to his constant obsession by now.

 Shin traced the crop down around your belly button and to your mons pubis, giving it a gentle tap before pressing it against your clit. You attempted to grind down onto it, wanting to feel some sort of stimulation, but he promptly pulled it away and popped your thigh. “I didn’t tell you to move.” He said, his voice stern as he rubbed the reddened patch of skin where the crop had made contact. “You’re not being a very good listener today, baby girl.”

 “I-I’m sorry," You muttered, wishing you could pull your thighs together to help give you some relief, but the metal bar between your ankles made it impossible.

 At some point Kiri’s hands had left you and you heard the squelching sound of a bottle of liquid being squeezed. It wasn’t too hard to figure out that he was squirting lube onto his fingers. Two cold fingers pushed past the cheeks of your ass, making you shiver at the sensation. They probed at the tight ring of muscle, earning a whimper from you that translated into a beg.

 Kiri inserted his index and middle finger into your ass as Shinsou returned the crop to your clit, pressing on it to help distract you from the minute pain of being stretched. You relaxed the best to your ability, a moan slipping out of your mouth as you tilted your head back. Shinsou was now rubbing your clit in small circles with the leather tip of the crop as Kiri was knuckle deep in your ass, scissoring his fingers to get you ready for his massive cock. He was definitely the biggest of the two men and taking him was always difficult no matter how much foreplay there was.

 “She’s really into this.” Shinsou commented smugly. “You were right, Kirishima.” This had mostly been the redhead’s idea, though Shinsou had added the spreader bar to the original plan which is what prompted Kiri to go out and buy one. Shinsou was a bit more on the sadistic side, compared to the other pro-hero who tended to only get rough every once in a blue moon. That was mostly because Kiri knew how much damage his cock alone could do if he wasn’t careful, and the last thing he wanted to do was cause you any unnecessary pain.

 Kiri pulled his fingers out slowly before thrusting them back in, the toe curling sensation caused you to arch your back and rock your hips back. For a moment you tensed, expecting a swat from Shinsou for moving but this time he simply let you revel in the pleasure of having your ass played with. Your walls clenched around nothing, the neediness to be impaled by one of their dicks was almost painful. A helpless cry left your throat as Kiri added a third finger.

 “Have I told you lately how much I love your tight ass?” Kiri asked, his voice oddly cheerful as he began to palm his clothed cock with his free hand. “You just suck in my fingers so easily. My little whore loves to get her ass fucked, huh?” He planted a kiss on your shoulder blade. ‘Pretty baby, we’re going to fill your holes with so much cum.”

 You nearly jumped out of your skin when you suddenly felt a tongue swipe against your clit. Shinsou had abandoned the crop for now, opting to take a taste of your arousal while Kiri continued to thrust his fingers into your back hole. Another moan ripped out of you as he latched on and began to suck, his tongue drawing shapes around the bud and making it become engorged.

 Now you were stuck between your two boyfriends, trying to grind down onto one’s tongue while the other was stretching you out. Even if you didn’t have the blindfold on, your eyes would still be shut as you were overcome with warmth and pleasure, an orgasm beginning to wind and build in the pit of your stomach. More moans and whimpers came out of you, sometimes their names garbled in between. You grabbed onto the rope tightly, knuckles turning lighter as squeezed to try and keep yourself grounded.

 You came with ease, they always knew how to do it and sometimes had contests on who could do it faster. Though truth be told it always came the fastest when they were working together. Kirishima pulled his fingers from you as Shinsou lapped at your wetness with clean up licks, placing a kiss onto your thigh before standing back up.

 “Such a good girl.” Shinsou muttered as he cupped the side of your face, “is that enough or do you want more?”

 “M-more,” You whined at him, legs quaking. “I need more, please? I don’t care what hole you put it in, just please let me cum again.”

 Both men were chuckling lightly as the desperation in your tone. “Well, Kiri did say we’d fill you with cum.” Shinsou mused. He had planned on it anyway, but felt the need to check in just in case the new position was too much for you. He was very pleased to hear that you were still the needy slut that you usually were.

 “Okay, princess, you know the word if you need to stop.” You nodded your head enthusiastically, letting out a small whine when you felt Shinsou’s dick press against your stomach. He rutted against you playfully as Kiri lathered more lube onto his penis so that it wouldn’t hurt you too much going in.

 “Y-yes, sir.” Your mumble was almost unintelligible. Your arms were starting to get a little tired but it wasn’t anything you couldn’t handle.

 Kirishima grabbed one hip while Shinsou grabbed the other, they held you in place as Kiri pressed his tip past your cheeks and to your anus. “Deep breath,” He ordered and you sucked in air to inflate your lungs and as you slowly exhaled he pushed in. The stretch burned slightly but not in a painful way as he moved into you inch by inch. Shinsou was stroking himself lazily as he watched the expression on your face change from discomfort to satisfaction. Your mouth hung open as you let out another small moan and him finally being inside you.

 Kiri was grunting out praises behind you, letting you know how good of a job you were doing for taking all of him like this. He stopped moving only when his hips hit the supple flesh of your ass.

 Shinsou reached down and unhooked the spreader bar. Kirishima took hold of your waist to keep you from putting too much strain on your shoulders while his partner wrapped your legs around him. Kiri quickly adjusted so that he was pushed all the way back inside you, having slipped out a bit during the move.

 You linked our legs around Shinsou’s slender waist. After he aligned himself up with your entrance he grabbed onto your hips before thrusting in at a gentle pace so as to not overwhelm you. You couldn’t help but clench around both of them, breath short as you begged them for more.

 They both pulled out before pushing back in simultaneously, finding the perfect rhythm almost instantly due to just how many times they’d practiced. Despite both being busy pro-heroes, they always made time for you.

 “Fuck, you’re just pulling me back in. You really like being stuffed both ways, don’t you?” Shinsou asked and you whined an affirmative. “Dirty little slut.” He replied, giving your hips a gentle reassuring squeeze as he increased his pace. Kirishima matched him perfectly, picking up to a speed that had your thoughts messy and disjointed. The only thing you could focus on was the building of a second orgasm. Even the strain on your shoulders seemed to be a distant memory as your entire body was devoid of anything but pleasure.

 Kirishima gave your ass a playful smack, making you clench around them both once more which caused them both to moan. “Fuck, do that again,” Shinsou said, his voice wavering with what sounded like an impending orgasm. Kiri hit you again, spurring on your orgasm that had you crying for them.

 Shinsou came soon after, shooting semen into your womb as Kiri continued to wreck your ass. He increased his pace, his grip on your waist bruising as he chased his high. A few more pumps was all it took for him to release inside of you, coating  your insides with white.

 As he slowly pulled out, Shinsou reached above you to untie your wrists. Once free both men caught you to keep you from falling to the hard floor. They helped you to the nearby bed so you could lay down and catch your breath, mind now whirling at just how empty you were feeling without him.

 You tiredly pulled off the blindfold to lazily watch them clean themselves up. Once done they tended to you, Shinsou wiping up cum with a warm damp rag before drying you off thoroughly while Kiri pepped your face with sweet kisses. You couldn’t help but giggle at him, kissing him back the few times he landed on your lips.

 He moved to lay beside you, Shinsou coming to lay down on the opposite side. Their limbs wrapped around you, Shinsou’s face in your hair and Kiri’s in the crook of your neck. You let out a sigh of content. There was no safer place in the world for you than there was here in their arms.

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[lynnsfics]

Friendships and Feelings

Pairing: Zuko x Reader

Request: 87 from prompt list 1 with zuko! He has a rlly unique voice i love it sm omg

Word Count: Approx. 1.1k

~~~

The lake sparkled in front of you as you went through your training routine. You heard shouts nearby but elected to ignore them, assuming it was Aang and Sokka getting into some kind of trouble.

A wave of water flew past your head and you ducked. “That’s it! Toph you need to clean up this mess right now,” Katara screamed. 

You glanced up, wondering what was happening. Mud was dripping down her face and you couldn’t help but laugh. 

From somewhere behind her, Toph’s voice called out, “Make me, Sugar Queen.” Sozin’s Comet was only a few days away and tensions were high. 

Deciding enough was enough, you made your way over to the others. “Hey guys, maybe arguing isn’t the best use of our energy right now,” you stated. Mud splashed along the front of your top and you sighed.

Toph crossed her arms, “The best use of her energy would be to go soak her head!” 

“Alright,” you murmured to yourself, “de-escalation skills, don’t fail me now.” Looking around you called the rest of the group over, “We’re doing a group bonding activity. Everyone sit in a circle.” 

“Do we have to do this? I think it’s best if we keep training Aang,” Sokka observed.

You pondered for a moment before responding, “Trust me, training will go more smoothly after we sort things out.”

Aang seemed excited, “Well what are the rules?”

“Here’s what we’re going to do. Everybody compliments the person sitting to their left. I’ll start.” 

You turned to see who was sitting next to you, and your heart skipped a beat. The universe just really wanted to make you suffer, didn’t it?

“Zuko,” you cleared your throat, trying to stall. What could you say that wouldn’t reveal any feelings you had towards him? You felt your cheeks grow warm, “I, uh, I love your voice.” That seemed fairly safe.

He blushed, glancing down, “Thank you,” he said with a smile. “Is it my turn to compliment someone?” You nodded, and he turned to his left. “Aang, you’re doing a great job learning firebending.” 

“Thank you Sifu Hotman, I’ve been practicing!” Sokka snickered at the nickname Aang had for Zuko. “Katara, your hair is really pretty!” 

You smirked. “Aang, Katara isn’t even sitting next to you. You’re supposed to compliment Sokka.” 

“Oh,” he chuckled awkwardly, “yeah right, sorry. Sokka I like how you fight well even without bending.” 

Sokka beamed, “Thank you, Aang! See, he appreciates the art of the blade!”

“Okay Mr. ‘Art of the Blade’, are you going to compliment Toph or just sit there feeling self assured,” Katara laughed.

“Right,” he paused, “Toph, you’re a great fighter and a great teacher for Aang.”

“Well thank you Sokka. I’m guessing I have to compliment Katara next?” You nodded, “She’s sitting on your left, so yes.” 

“Fine. Katara, you have very nice hair.” “Aw, thank you, it means a-” Katara began. “Hey wait a minute! That wasn’t an original compliment. Plus you can’t even see my hair.” “Yeah Toph, don’t steal my compliments,” Aang complained. 

“Well maybe I wouldn’t be stealing compliments if I wasn’t forced to give one,” she raised her hands pulling a cloud of dust from the ground. 

Zuko leaned over to you, “Do you want to get out of here before things get messy?” 

You nodded, “Let’s go.” He grabbed your hand, leading you away from the chaos. After a few minutes of walking through the hillside, you arrived at a small grove of trees. 

“I come here whenever I need to think. It’s far enough away from camp so that I can clear my head, but close enough that I’m there if someone needs me,” he explained. 

“Thank you for sharing this with me,” you said, sitting down. “I made a mess of things back there. Forcing them to do that was a bad idea.” He sat beside you, “No it wasn’t. That was a great idea, they’re just stressed right now. A lot can go wrong within the next few days, and they have to get their anger out somehow. This is the only way they have. Thank you for the compliment by the way, I don’t think anyone has ever complimented my voice before.”

You smiled, “Well they should. And thank you, Zuko. Speaking of stress, are you alright? I know it can’t be easy for you. Your father may be horrible, but he’s still your father.” He glanced down, “That’s the thing, he never was. He may have been my real father, but Uncle was more of a father to me than he ever was. So whatever Aang decides to do, I don’t really care. I just hope we can find Uncle. After everything I did, I need to apologize. Even if he won’t forgive me.”

Tentatively, you placed a hand on his back, “I’m sure he’ll forgive you. After everything you told us, it doesn’t sound like he’s the type to hold a grudge.” 

“This isn’t a grudge,” he sighed. “I betrayed him, he was thrown in jail because of me.”

“Yet even from jail, he helped you to try and make the right choices. If it wasn’t for him, you wouldn’t know about your true heritage. Trust me, he cares.” He smiled weakly, “Thank you, it means a lot.” A small breeze blew past, ruffling his hair. Without thinking, you straightened it out for him, brushing back the stray locks. Once you realized what you had done, you froze.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t,” you stuttered, not sure what to say. He smiled, linking his hand with yours. 

Looking into your eyes, he took a deep breath, “Can I tell you something?” “Of course, anything,” you answered.

“I wasn’t planning to tell you about this until after the comet, but if something happens, if one of us doesn’t make it,” he shook his head, “I don’t want this to go unsaid. Ever since I met you, I was captivated by you. My feelings only grew after I joined the group and started spending more time getting to know you. It was then that I realized. I’m in love with you.” 

Your heartbeat picked up, hammering in your chest. “Zuko I,” you smiled, “I love you too. I never wanted to say anything because I was worried you wouldn’t feel the same way.” 

His thumb traced circles over your hand, “Can I kiss you?”

You nodded, leaning in. His lips met yours in a soft kiss, and he moved his other hand to your cheek, pulling you closer. 

Someone cleared their throat and you jumped apart, both blushing. “So,” Aang said with a smirk, “this is why you both snuck off.:

~~~

Requested By: anon

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[writingfortoomanyfandoms]

Please Believe Me

Pairing: (Frat Boy/University!)Ashton Irwin x Reader

Summary: She overhears something that she wasn’t supposed to

Requested: No

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of sex, people being arseholes, angst

A/N: For Day Four of the 4K Write Fest, I present you with my first full length Ashton Irwin fic!!!! I hope y’all enjoy, I love writing for Ash, and this is a fic I’ve been mulling over for a while so... Please remember to let me know what you think - comment, reblog, send asks, all that stuff to keep me motivated!!!

And if you wanna check out the other things that will be coming out for the Write Fest click here: 4K Write Fest

Y/N didn’t think there was any sight in the world as beautiful as Ashton Irwin first thing in the morning.

Sunlight streamed in through the window - having not quite pulled the curtains completely closed the previous evening - and illuminated his features, still relaxed as he slept.

Y/N watched as a tired smile pulled at Ashton’s mouth, his eyes remaining closed.

“I can feel you staring at me,” he informed her, his voice groggy.

“Can you blame me?” Y/N whispered, reaching out to run her hand through his hair, which had gotten messy and tangled during the night. “Morning, Sunshine.”

“Morning, Baby,” Y/N didn’t miss the light blush which tinted Ashton’s cheeks at the nickname she had assigned him so long ago now, at the beginning of their relationship. 

“What time’s your first class today?” Ashton asked, cracking his eyes open at last, his smile widening and he pulled her closer to nuzzle his face into her neck.

“Starts at ten,” Y/N mumbled and she could feel Ashton’s grin against her skin as he rolled them over so that he was on top of her, beaming down at him with the cheeky, mischievous smile that she had grown so used to.

“That gives us plenty of time then,” he teased, ducking down to press kisses across her face.

“Ash no,” Y/N grumbled, though a laugh escaped her as she protested, pushing him away from her.

“Why?” Ashton pouted, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

“Because I’d actually very much like to get some breakfast before going to my lecture,” Y/N informed him, rolling her eyes.

“Fine, if you insist on being a functioning human,” Ashton scoffed, rolling over and getting out of his bed, offering a hand to Y/N with a soft smile to let her know that he was only jokingly annoyed at her.

“Thank you,” Y/N whispered, allowing Ashton to pull her up. 

“Wanna borrow some clothes?” Ashton offered, looking down at her bare body with a slight smirk on his face. Instinctively, Y/N covered herself with her arms, seeing the expression on Ashton’s face soften as he picked up on the action, gently prying her arms away from her. “I meant what I told you last night, baby, you’re beautiful.” 

“Could I maybe borrow some clothes to wear for breakfast and I’ll put mine in the wash as we eat?” Y/N suggested. Ashton pecked her lips quickly.

“Fantastic idea,” he enthused, nodding his head.

That was something Y/N knew she would always be able to count on Ashton for - being overly enthusiastic and supportive of her every suggestion, no matter how mundane.

“Y/N?”

“Yeah, Ash?” Y/N questioned, pulling the shirt of his which he had thrown at her over her head and looking at him expectantly. He turned around where he stood in front of his chest of drawers, a pair of grey sweatpants in his hands and an uncertain, almost nervous expression on his face. 

“You don’t… you wanted to do that last night, right? I just… I know it’s not something you’ve done before and… and I just wanted to check that you… actually wanted to do it?” Ashton queried, finally looking up to meet her eyes, worry evident in them.

Y/N stood up from his bed and walked over to her boyfriend, her hands linking behind his neck as she smiled at him, pushing herself up to peck his lips.

“You’re the sweetest person I’ve ever met - I have no idea how you managed to get your reputation,” she informed him. “Of course I actually wanted to do what we did last night, Ash - there’s no one I would have rather had my first time with.”

Relief flooded Ashton’s face and Y/N fought the urge to kiss him again, finding it adorable that even now, the morning after he had taken her virginity, he wanted to assure her that she truly was okay with him having done as such.

“I’m glad,” was all that Ashton managed to come up with in response, handing Y/N the sweats as he smiled at her.

Ashton may have had a reputation across the university campus for being someone only caring about one night stands, but Y/N had been nothing but an exception to that rule.

He had asked her out for the first time six months ago, right at the beginning of the first term, but Y/N had turned him down as a result of being far-too aware of his aforementioned reputation. Yet, she had still turned up at the party being held by his house and Ashton had spent practically the entire evening attempting to get her attention.

Yes, maybe originally it had been because he wanted to sleep with her, he doubtless found her attractive, but the more he got to know her, the quicker his motives changed.

It took him three months to convince her to go on an actual date with him. He found out that she was a virgin a month into them officially seeing each other, and it had taken another two for her to be ready and for Ashton to convince himself that she wasn’t just doing it to make him happy.

And he was happy with her, happier than he had been when in any other relationship. So much so, that he failed to remember why he had been so fond of one night stands before she came into his life. 

“Let's get you some breakfast,” Ashton said, his arm resting over her shoulders to lead her out of his room and downstairs, grabbing her discarded clothes from the floor on his way out.

“If I make the coffee can you put my clothes in the washer?” Y/N asked hopefully, looking up at him. Ashton ducked down and kissed her.

“Of course.”

Y/N went into the kitchen of Ashton’s house, saying a good morning to Calum who was sitting at the table.

“Genuine question,” Y/N started as she made her and Ashton some coffee and turned to face Calum.

“Yeah?”

“Do you ever sleep?” Calum let out an exhausted laugh.

“What gave it away?” He asked, finally tearing himself away from the laptop screen he was staring at.

“Dude, I swear you’re like eighty percent fuelled by coffee at this point, take a fucking nap, man.”

“Only eighty percent? That’s better than Mike’s estimate,” Calum teased, leaning back on his chair with a grin. “You coming to the party tonight?”

“Shit there’s a party tonight?” Y/N asked.

“It’s a Friday, of course there’s a party,” Ashton scoffed, walking into the room and hugging Y/N from behind.

“Thought you knew the schedule by now,” Calum grinned.

“You’ll be here, right?” Ashton asked her quietly, his lips by her ear.

“I’ll definitely try to, I promise.”

///

Y/N was sitting in the library with her roommate, having just finished her lecture and decided to get some studying in before she was supposed to meet some other friends for lunch and then go to work.

“Aren’t those Ash’s friends?” Her roommate, Rachel, asked. Y/N looked up from her books and over in the direction Rachel was indicating. 

Sure enough, sitting a couple of tables away from them was Calum, Michael, Luke, Roy and some of the other people from Ashton’s house who Y/N wasn’t as well acquainted with.

“Yeah, the other guys from his house,” Y/N confirmed, going back to the text she was studying.

“Aren’t you going to say hi?” Rachel asked, knowing that Y/N was close with many of Ashton’s friends - particularly with his three best friends, who had been nothing but wonderfully welcoming to her when Ashton first introduced them all.

“Isn’t that weird?” Y/N questioned but Rachel shook her head with a laugh.

“No - you’re dating their best friend, you’re basically a part of that group by association,” Rachel informed her.

“Are you that desperate to get rid of me?” Y/N asked, raising her eyebrows at Rachel who rolled her eyes at her roommate.

“It’s just the polite thing to do!” Rachel explained. “And I know you - if you don’t say hello now you’ll be worried about the fact you didn’t say hello to them and think that they’ll think you’re being rude.”

“You scare me sometimes.”

“I pay attention and know you well,” Rachel countered.

“Alright, I’m going,” Y/N sighed, knowing her roommate was right and that she would otherwise be freaking out about Ashton’s friends thinking she was being rude and purposefully ignoring them.

Y/N pushed herself up out of the chair she was sat on, crossing the library floor to the group of male students who were sat a few tables over, while all of them had books open in front of the, none of them were actually studying, instead just messing around and laughing, gaining them dirty looks from the librarian for being too loud and disruptive for the usual quiet atmosphere found in the library.

None of the group noticed them as she approached and Y/N stopped short when there was a break in the conversation and she heard her name mentioned.

Y/N hesitated, knowing that she shouldn’t be eavesdropping but after hearing the laughter which followed the guy’s statement she knew that she had to know what it was that they were talking about.

“-I just don’t see why Ash’s keeping her around, she’s so clingy,” one of them - Josh, Y/N thought she remembered his name to be - stated.

“Maybe she’s a really good shag?” One of the others - maybe Nick? - theorised.

“Nah - she wasn’t putting out, remember? He was complaining about it.”

Y/N’s heart panged in her chest, biting her lip, feeling her face crumpling with the knowledge that Ashton had been complaining about her not ‘putting out’ as his friends so delicately put it.

“Well he got some last night, that much is for sure,” Jason, Y/N remembered Jason well, knowing that he had never liked her much, stated and mimicked the sounds of moaning, causing the rest of the table to laugh. “Probably means we won’t be seeing much of her anymore now Ash’s got what he wants.”

“It’ll be good to have him back to normal,” another one of them agreed.

Y/N swallowed heavily, tears burning in her eyes.

Her eyes moved to Luke, who she was closest to out of Ashton’s friends, but the blond man stared resolutely down at the table. Not agreeing with his friends, but also not defending her. Calum had a slight smile on his face, discomfort swimming in his eyes and Michael was laughing along with the group but shooting uncertain looks at Calum and Luke.

“I can’t wait for her to get the fuck out of our lives, honestly, I don’t know why Ash chose to play the long game with her. She’s just so clingy, I swear every time I look around our house she’s there.”

Y/N willed her three friends silently to speak in her defence, to tell the other guys to shut the fuck up. 

To give Y/N some confidence that Ashton wasn’t just using her for sex, especially not after she had given him her virginity.

She didn’t want to think of him dumping her tonight because he was finally satisfied, because he had finally gotten what he wanted out of her.

Y/N bit her lip, doing the best she could to steady her breathing, to stop herself from crying in such a public area. Just as she was about to turn away from the group, return to Rachel and make an excuse as to why she was leaving, Luke looked up from the table, as though he could feel Y/N’s eyes on him.

His eyes widened almost as though in fear upon seeing her and his lips parted just a little, almost like he was going to call out to her, perhaps apologise for what she had doubtlessly overheard.

But before he could make a sound, Y/N spun around on her heel and returned to Rachel, quickly gathering her things from the table, blurting out an unintelligible explanation to her roommate, keeping her head down so that Rachel wouldn’t see the tears swimming in her eyes, and she bolted out of the library.

///

Y/N knew without a doubt that it was Ashton who was blowing up her phone.

She hadn’t looked at her phone all evening since returning from work, but it didn’t take a genius to figure out that it was more than likely to be Ashton who was setting her phone buzzling relentlessly.

She hadn’t gone to the party.

Rachel had suggested that Y/N go and confront Ashton about what she had overheard at the library.

Y/N decided against that plan, wanting nothing more to instead call in sick to work, go home, curl up, cry, and watch reruns of Outnumbered on the TV with a tub of ice cream instead, avoiding confronting Ashton for as long as she could manage.

Now, curled up in her pyjamas, her eyes fixed lazily on the screen having stopped crying over him a few hours ago, she wondered absently whether or not Luke had informed the other guys that she had likely heard what they had been saying.

She wondered if he had passed that information onto Ashton, who was no doubt wondering why Y/N hadn’t turned up to the party as promised.

He was probably thrilled to be rid of her.

It was a bitter thought, but if Ashton really saw her as being clingy as his friends seemed to think she was, then it was probably true, that he was just waiting for an excuse to make her leave him alone.

“He’s texting me about you now!” Rachel called from her room.

“Just ignore him!” Y/N responded.

“He wants to know what’s wrong! Should I tell him he’s an arsehole?” Rachel’s voice was getting closer, evidently approaching Y/N’s room as she read Ashton’s texts inquiring about Y/N’s whereabouts.

“No… don’t do that,” Y/N sighed as Rachel entered her room.

“But he is one, you know that, right?”

“It… it didn’t come from him?” Y/N offered, hating for the little piece of hope she was maintaining that Ashton wasn’t the person his reputation would lead her to believe, the person he had spent the last three months proving to Y/N that he wasn’t.

“Y/N…” the word was filled with a mixture of sympathy and exhaustion, Rachel clearly not wanting her friend to get hurt, but also wanting to ensure that Y/N wasn’t kidding herself. “You need to…”

“I know. I was stupid to believe he actually gave a shit about me,” Y/N sighed, plucking helplessly at the blanket covering her form.

“Hey - no you weren’t. Ash… Ashton had everyone fooled, everyone thought he liked you but…”

“Can’t teach an old dog new tricks?” Y/N joked ruefully, listening to Rachel laugh a little in response. “Tell him I’m feeling sick?” She asked.

“Why?”

“I just… can’t face talking to him right now. I’ll… I’ll sort it out tomorrow,” she sighed, moving over to lay her head in Rachel’s lap.

“You don’t deserve this, Y/N/N,” Rachel responded, typing out a response on her phone before tossing it aside, dropping her hands down into Y/N’s hair, playing distractedly with the strands.

“Thanks, Rach.”

///

“Ashton? What are you doing here?” Y/N refused to open the door too much as she looked out into the hallway of her building, frowning at the presence of her boyfriend on her doorstep.

Ashton’s smile was painful for her to observe and he held up the shopping bag he had with him.

“Rach said you were feeling sick yesterday - figured I’d come and help you.” Ashton tried to move forward into her apartment but Y/N kept the door almost-closed, not missing the hurt expression which crossed his face.

“Look, I appreciate it.” Y/N stated. “But you need to go.” Ashton’s face dropped into a proper frown at her words.

“Y/N? What? Why?”

“I just… really don’t want to see you right now,” she stated honestly, trying to shut the door on his face but Ashton stuck his foot in the gap between the doorframe and the door.

“You don’t get to just say something like that and shut me out - what the fuck is going on?” He asked.

“How about you ask your friends?” Y/N hissed, realising that there was no way that she would be able to keep Ashton outside and letting go of the door, turning and stalking away from him. 

Ashton followed her into her apartment, dropping his bag of shopping on the floor and slamming the door closed behind him.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Ashton asked, following her. Y/N saw Rachel peek her head out of her door into the hallway and glare at Ashton.

“The fuck are you doing here, Irwin?”

“Seeing my girlfriend? Who you told me was sick yesterday?” Ashton offered, not even bothering to make an attempt at masking his contempt.

“Hey - don’t be an arsehole to her just because we found out the fucking truth yesterday!” Y/N exclaimed, whipping around to glare at the man who, this time the previous morning, she had been completely wrapped up in.

“What truth?” Ashton demanded, running his hand through his hair and letting out an exasperated laugh. “I have no idea what the fuck you’re talking about!”

“So Luke didn’t tell you,” Y/N said, nodding her head. “Figures.”

“Didn’t tell me what?” Ashton implored her to tell him what was going on, what he had managed to do to fuck up their relationship so badly in the space of a day, despite him having not seen her since bidding her a good day the previous morning when she left his place.

“You got what you wanted, Ash, I can’t give you anymore. Please… please stop doing this,” Y/N’s eyes closed and she willed herself not to cry. She had done far too much crying already. She opened her eyes again, shaking her head.

“What did I want? What did I do?” Ashton begged, trying to take her hands but Y/N yanked them away from him.

“You already got me to sleep with you. You already convinced me to love you. There’s nothing else I can offer unless your plan is to publicly humiliate me.” Ashton gaped at her, seemingly speechless. Y/N gave a wry smile. “I heard the guys talking in the library.”

“W-What guys? Who said that?” 

“Your friends. Some of the guys who live with you.”

“Luke? Mike? Cal?” Ashton demanded incredulously.

“No,” Y/N conceded and Ashton let out a breath.

“The rest of them know fuck all about me and I don’t really give a shit what they think, they’re all arseholes.”

“Well the other three didn’t seem to disagree with anything they were saying. Apparently I’m also far too clingy,” she added, wrapping her arms around herself, trying to hold herself together against the words that had cut her to her very core the previous day. Ashton’s face softened at her words.

“Y/N-”

“It’s not new news. Everyone knows that you don’t do relationships, Ashton. I just… you knew I was a virgin. Why the fuck did you decide to make me one of your… your conquests.”

“You have never and will never be… be a conquest to me,” Ashton stated, his chin jutting out defiantly, daring her to disagree with him.

“Ashton-”

“No! Those pricks know next to nothing about me! Yes, maybe I wasn’t… a relationship person before but… but you’ve made me realise why people have them,” Ashton took an uncertain step towards her. “I love seeing you wearing my clothes,” he told her. “And I love that I get the pleasure of waking up next to you when you stay the night, and I love taking you out on dates, and that you’re always around. I hate it when you’re not around me, ask the guys, I complain to them that you’re not there,” Ashton was practically pleading with her to understand him. “Yeah, maybe you’re clingy,” he shrugged. “There are worse things to be, especially considering I’m far more clingy than you are - honestly, I’m a total attention whore.” Despite herself, Y/N laughed, causing Ashton to smile in relief.

“You were never a… a conquest to me. I never wanted you to feel that way and I’m so sorry that some dumbasses I happen to share a house with ever made you doubt how I feel about you,” Ashton reached out to cup her jaw with his hand, his hazel eyes swimming with relief and adoration when she didn’t move away from him. “I wanted to sleep with you because… because I realised I loved you and… and I’ve never loved anyone before. But I wanted to make sure you were certain first. Those other guys they just… they don’t understand what we have because… because you’re right. Everything I just said goes totally against my reputation and the reputations of most of those guys,” Ashton stepped forwards again so that they were practically chest to chest. He smiled at her, a proper smile which crinkled his eyes and left deep dimples on his cheeks. “But I think I’d rather gain a new reputation with you than maintain that one.”

Y/N pushed herself up to kiss him. It had been less than twenty-four hours since she had seen and kissed him last but she craved him, and it felt like an eternity had passed. 

“I’m sorry I... I’m sorry I listened to them,” Y/N whispered, resting her head against his shoulder. Ashton hugged her tight, kissing the top of her head.

“I’m sorry I gave you and them reasons to believe that it may be the case.”

Ashton and Y/N stood together in Y/N’s hallway, Y/N listening to and taking refuge in the comforting sound of his heartbeat thudding in his chest as she reflected on their argument, surprise overtaking her features as she remembered what Ashton had let slip.

“Wait - you love me?” She asked and Ashton laughed at her.

“I thought you already knew that?” Y/N kissed him again.

“I love you too.”

[fieryanmitsu]

Intertwined Roots | ch. 8 - “laughter” | A3! AU

Ahhhhh!! It’s been almost a month since I last updated “Intertwined Roots” and I’m so glad to be back!! I still have to finish up my Rare Pair Week entries, but I really wanted to come back to my babies, so decided to squeeze in an update here first!

We’ve finally reached the chapter where all four kiddos meet!! This was a moment I was greatly anticipating, so I hope you’ll enjoy this chapter!

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“Intertwined Roots” is an A3! alternate universe series where Izumi, Itaru, Tsumugi and Tasuku grow up as childhood friends.

For the summary, background and notes about the “Intertwined Roots” universe, along with more chapters, please refer to the “Intertwined Roots” Masterpost.

Masterpost for my other fanfiction: here

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INTERTWINED ROOTS – ch. 8

“laughter” | spring | Tsumugi (age 5), Tasuku (age 5), Itaru (age 5) & Izumi (age 4)

Itaru’s stomach was in knots. He had never been more nervous in his life.

“I-Izumi… Wh-What if they don’t like me?” Itaru asked quietly, his hands wringing the edge of his shirt.

“Course they’ll like you!” Izumi declared. “They’re my bestest friends, and you’re my bestest friend now, too! So, we’re all friends!”

“Umm, I… I don’t think… that’s how it works,” the brown-haired boy murmured, confused by her logic.

It had only been a few days since he’d met Izumi, but it had been a life-changing experience for the bespectacled boy. No matter how awkward or quiet he was, the energetic girl never seemed to mind – rather, she somehow continued the conversation even without his responses. She also didn’t laugh at how bad he was at climbing the jungle gym – always cheering him on instead of leaving him behind. Even when he won all of their games, rather than getting upset at his constant victories, she’d challenge him to another round with even more determination than before.

And, now that he had a taste of what it was like to have a friend, he feared losing her.

Izumi often talked about her two other friends, Tsumu and Tachan. She said that they were her best friends and that they were lots of fun – even though Tachan was a baldie butthead sometimes. The girl had been ecstatic to introduce him to them once they returned from their Golden Week visit to some out-of-town family members.

However, rather than feeling anticipation at meeting them, Itaru only felt dread. If Tsumu and Tachan didn’t like him, just like most of the other kids he’d met, would that mean he couldn’t play with Izumi anymore? The thought made his throat tighten.

“Oh, look! They’re here!” Izumi exclaimed, waving both of her arms above her head at three oncoming figures.

“Izuuuumiiii!!” a blue-haired boy yelled back. Beside him, a taller boy with hair shaved short to his head waved an arm back. Trailing behind them was an older boy with dark hair.

Itaru wished he could prepare himself better, but, before he knew it, the two younger boys were running towards them.

Izumi immediately threw herself at the blue-haired boy, hugging him tight.

“I missed you, Tsumu!”

“Me, too!” Tsumugi replied with a giggle.

“Hey, how come I don’t get anything!” Tasuku demanded.

Izumi turned her head towards Tasuku and stuck her tongue out at him. Itaru could see the taller boy’s eyebrows raise and, a second later, Tasuku smirked and jabbed Izumi in the ribs with his fingers. Izumi squealed and lunged at him, trying to jab him back, but the boy just danced away. With a yell of protest, Izumi chased after his retreating figure.

Itaru’s head was spinning and he dropped his gaze to look at his feet. He thought he might be feeling sick.

Then, suddenly, his vision was filled with yellow.

“This is for you!” a soft voice chirped.

Itaru looked up from the small bouquet of big, yellow daisies and came face-to-face with Tsumugi.

“F-For me?” Itaru asked uncertainly.

“Yeah! My grandma grew them! She said that the yellow ones are for friends!” the boy chattered excitedly. “So, umm, my name’s Tsumugi! Will you please be my friend?”

Itaru was thunderstruck. His gaze flickered down from Tsumugi’s shy smile to the flowers clutched in his hand, not quite believing that a second person – in the span of less than a week – was asking to be his friend.

After a long second, Itaru finally reached out and slowly took the bright yellow flowers from Tsumugi’s unwavering hand. He gentle fingered one of the petals – they were velvety and soft.

“Yay! Let’s play together lots, okay, Itaru?” Tsumugi said with a bright smile.

“H-How did you know my name?” Itaru asked, surprised.

“Izumi talked lots about you when we played yesterday,” Tsumugi responded.

Then, a whirlwind of brown hair flew past them and Izumi was suddenly behind Itaru, clutching onto his shoulders.

“You’re so mean, Tachan – my hair’s all messy now!” Izumi exclaimed with a pout. “You better not be mean to Itaru or I’ll beat you up!”

Itaru’s eyes flickered up to stare at Tasuku, who had come to stand beside Tsumugi.

“So, you’re Itaru, right?” the taller boy asked. “I’m Tasuku.”

Maybe it was because Itaru was taken aback by Tasuku’s size – being much bigger than Tsumugi and himself – but, instead of saying ‘nice to meet you’, like he had been taught by his parents, Itaru blurted something out instead.

“There’s no way you can beat him up, Izumi. He’s huge.”

“Wh-What?! I-I so can!” Izumi protested, stomping her feet. “Just watch!”

The girl then launched herself at Tasuku and headbutted him in the stomach. The movement took the taller boy by surprise and he yelped as he was knocked onto his behind. Izumi, unable to stop her momentum, promptly toppled over him.

A part of Itaru was alarmed at what had just happened, but another part of him found the entire situation – a tiny girl barrelling into someone a full head taller than her – so absurd that it was hilarious. So hilarious, in fact, that a laugh ripped itself out of Itaru’s throat and he was practically doubled over as giggles wracked his body.

“H-Hey! You’re laughing!” Izumi gasped.

Realizing that he was being called out, Itaru calmed himself immediately, nudging his glasses up to wipe his eyes with one hand.

“S-Sorry,” he apologized, suddenly nervous that maybe he shouldn’t have laughed. Was she mad?

“B-But…” Izumi’s eyebrows furrowed, and her cheeks puffed out. “You didn’t even laugh at my funny faces yesterday!!”

Itaru distinctly remembered the ‘funny faces’ she was talking about. He wasn’t sure how to tell her that they hadn’t been funny.

“Here, try again!! I’ll definitely make you laugh this time!”

Izumi then squished her face between her hands and puckered out her lips while rolling her eyes.

From beside him, Tsumugi burst into giggles. Itaru, on the other hand, could only tilt his head. It looked weird, but not quite funny.

“You look like a demon,” Tasuku remarked dryly.

Itaru clapped his hand over his mouth as he let out a snort.

“HEY!”

And there we have it!! Our babies are all together now!! I didn’t originally imagine that I would keep things chronological for so long, but I ended up really wanting to set up the foundation of how they all met before I jumped around! I’ve got one more chronological chapter left after this one to “wrap up” what I’d consider their first meetings, so to say.

After that, I plan to post non-chronological snippets from various times of their lives in no particular order. I’ll note that, timeline-wise, this fic series will only cover their “childhood” (i.e. up until Izumi and Itaru’s high school graduation).

I already have a pool of ideas, but I don’t actually have a preference for the order in which to write them. SO… I’d like to ask all of you awesome readers for opinions! Hearing everyone’s feedback on the chapters so far has been so motivating for me and I’m so happy that there’s people out there who love this series that I’ve put together! As my way of giving back, I’d like to open “requests” for the upcoming chapters!

How it’ll work is that you can request any “set” of characters (any combination of two, three or all four of our main characters) and then just let me know which age range you’d like to see (preschool/elementary age, middle school age or high school age). So, if there’s any particular interaction/combination of characters you’d like to see, please drop a comment/ask (anon asks are enabled!) with something like “Itaru and Tasuku, high school age” and I’ll write the next chapters in order of requests that I receive!

When I run out of requests to line up, I may open them up again, or do something different to decide what comes out next!!

Thanks so much for your support so far and I look forward to hearing from all of you!! As usual, if you enjoyed reading, please consider reblogging to help me out!!

-Anmitsu

[the-darklings]

—𝗖𝗢𝗔 𝗙𝗔𝗤;

Hello, everyone! So with COA being such a long-running series and new readers finding it constantly, I have come to realise that a lot of questions I get often repeat. So to keep everything easy and clear and friendly for everyone regardless of whether you started COA at the very beginning of the story or just recently found it, I have spent the day relaxing, eating junk food, and compiling this FAQ. Please read through it because chances are the answers are here somewhere. I have sectioned the guide into following: general, story, ships, original squad (OCs), AUS, OC!V and tips/advice. If the answer to your question is not here, please feel free to send me a message and have a wonderful day! <33 - kat.

GENERAL:

when does this story update?

I try to keep a bi-weekly schedule (now usually Sunday updates). But I always let you know when the chapter is done by making a final word count post (pre edits). 

do you have a masterlist?

yes, you can find it here.

do you have a tag list?

not for COA. they’re very time consuming and I’m already really busy sorry :(

are your requests open?

I rarely open my inbox for requests. the only exception being the monthly blurb nights. then I reblog a prompt list and let people send some requests in for any fandom/ship. however, usually due to how many I get, it only happens every few months. that being said, you can still send me ideas/suggestions and if it inspires me, I will write it. that’s how the majority of the AUs have come about. but i’m also a very busy person so sorry if I can’t. 

can I make X or Y for COA and tag you?

yes. yes. yes. please, please, feel free to create whatever for COA (no matter how small or silly) because I consider it a great honour that I’ve been able to inspire someone else. whatever it is, please tag me. I wanna see.

okay, I made a thing and tagged you but you didn’t respond :(

Tumblr is notorious for eating my notifs. whatever it is (art/post/etc) if I don’t respond to it in a day or two, please give me a nudge. you’re not being annoying, I promise. chances are I missed it/tumblr ate it. 

I wanna scream/discuss/theorise about COA with others, is there any way for me to do that?

my amazing readers have set up this reddit page that is full of lovely people, theories, and memes etc. I check it often and interact on there, too, so feel free to drop by.

STORY:

how many chapters will COA be?

25. the last one being a very long epilogue.

have you decided on the ending yet?

yes. from as early as part 2. it's barely changed since. 

will we ever see more of Prague/Naples? hoe, please say yes.

yes. I plan to write both as COA bonus stories after the main story-line concludes.

will there be a sequel? 

depends. on two things: 1) if anyone will even care by that point 2) time. this story has consumed 5 months of my life entirely. i’ve been incredibly strict with myself when it comes to writing it (in a good way) but at best it won’t be finished till the end of august/beginning of september. so likely even if I do, there will be a break for a few months at least. I do have ideas though.

you promised us smut. where is it?

patience is a virtue. ;)

happy ending or tragedy? (please don’t say tragedy, you monster)

I would describe it more as “bittersweet” but whether it leans more towards bitter or sweet you’ll have to see.   

SHIPS:

any endgame hints?

you know more about the ending than you probably realise

can v/s finally go to Paris? for the love of GOD? pLEASE?

no

hector + v? powerful. will there be more of them in the future? 

agreed & yes. hector and v have their own arc to go on. it’s actually one of my favourites in this story. I don’t want to say more than that right now because I have plans for their dynamic so no spoilers. :)

please stop bullying john. give us some j/v content please? 

i, for one, adore john. it’s team S that’s bullying him lol. but wait till parabellum. i’ve always referred to that portion of the story as the second coming of j/v.

does lucien actually have a thing for v or is it a creepy obsession? 

it’s both.

I ship v with everyone :/ is that bad?

the sky is the limit. ship all the things proudly (but seriously, no, it isn’t. I ship all the ships, too, and that’s the fun of it) 

v/elder tho? 👀

🔫🤡

j/v or s/v? be honest.

you fool,,,, you buffoon. ot3 j/v/s is where it’s really at. imagine their POWER.   

ORIGINAL SQUAD:

what do the Elites/Lovers look like/how old are they?

please refer to this

will there be more step??

of course. he’s my baby. :)

will we see more of camorra/learn more about the elite’s and their backstories?

while I would love to take the time and flesh them all out with full backstories, only hector will be getting his backstory explored in the main canon because plot.

does lucien care for mika anymore or has he replaced her with v?

lucien is a messy hoe. mika is his subject of “affection” but v is his foil and equal. he recognises the same hurt in her that he has gone through himself so it’s more of a fixation. with time, lucien would likely destroy v so no bueno. 

I ship our OCs.

I do, too.

can we write about your OCs/V?

so you would have to come to me and discuss this more in private but I’m fine with this sort of thing usually. in fact, a prequel hector story already exists so you’re likely good but please contact me first. 

AUs:

when/how often do you update the vampire!au?

whenever I have time/inspo. mainly time. so this means you can get it daily or not get it for several weeks because COA is priority. I keep you all updated on when I have something cooking tho.

what is the actual pairing for vamp!au?

undecided as of yet. i’m leaning more towards ot3 right now but we shall see.

how often do you update flowing in me?

same as the above. whenever I have the time but I will keep you updated.

how many parts will flowing in me be?

I have 5 parts(ish) planned.

do you have a tag list for flowing in me?

I will. please leave a comment on the story if you want to be tagged in future parts!

will flowing in me feature other characters (john, winston etc.)?

this story is mainly camorra-centric but I do plan for John to appear at some point.

how did you come up with your lore in vamp!au?

to be completely honest....I just wrote a bunch of stuff down and used what stuck. mostly the ideas were pulled out of thin air while still trying to keep within the spirit of the canon material (the high priest, the holy church, the twelve priests, john being the boogeyman etc). camorra as the natural enemy seemed fitting and santino as a vampire prince even more so.

can we send you new au ideas/expand on old ones (manager!V etc)?

yes, always. I always try my hardest to reply but ofc I can’t promise I’ll be able to use them all but thank you in advance.

OC!V:

who is the face claim for OC!V?

weronika spyrka

what is her real name?

clara

how old is she at the beginning of the story and now?

23 beginning of chapter 1, 30 beginning of chapter 4 (current timeline)

will/would you ever write an original story about her?

I have considered creating something original out of COA itself or one of its sister series/concepts (like FIM). since I really started working on COA during last year’s NaNo, that might be the time I create something original this year. 

TIPS & ADVICE:

how do you write so much, so quickly?

I don’t think that word count is really reflective of the quality work itself. I don’t think you should worry how much you write, either. 100 words can be just as valuable as 1k. most of them time I have a deadline breathing down my neck and I do work well under pressure so that inspires me to force the chapters out. I also do very long days because despite what it might look like I’m not a fast writer.

how can I improve my writing?

read and practice. I know it’s dumb and overused advice but it’s how I learned english and found my style (still a mess and WIP) but still this advice does help. 

how do you keep motivated?

spite, your support, genuine adoration for these characters/word, a lot of spite. 

do you plan? outline?

I have a vague story outline with specific scenes in mind as I go along (helps to set up foreshadowing, twists, and those ‘full circle’ moments). I also plan each chapter scene by scene and know what each chapter is meant to accomplish. So yeah in a sense. 

[mal0dramatic]

ALL OF THEM

The be honest meme

What would prevent you from following someone? If they’re underage. I’m not comfortable with that.

Are aesthetics important to you? If they are, why? I like aesthetics, but they’re not a must.

What current rp trend do you hate? The super tiny icons that are so over/undersaturated you can’t tell what’s in them. And also the over-formatting of text.

How do you explain rp to someone in the real world? Bahahah I don’t. I just say I write stories with people.

Do you prefer interacting with male muses or female more? Why? Femaleeee I love the females allll day.

Do you prefer writing male muses or female more? Why? Female, I guess? It depends on my mood.

What’s your opinion on call out posts? I don’t have one. Neutral.

Name any three things about the rpc that bother you. 1 - I feel like a lot of RPers left after the porn ban, and now there’s fewer people left to write with. 2 - SUPER. TINY. ICONS. 3 - People thinking female muses aren’t interesting. Like...what?? how?? babe are you ok?

What is your opinion on exclusivity? Do you practice it? Why / why not? I don’t, but I do sometimes get wrapped up in specific ships/threads for a while.

Have you ever had a bad experience with commissions? As either someone who makes them or as someone who buys them? No, never. I’ve never made or requested any. I’d rather learn how to do stuff myself.

What do you know now about rp that you wish you knew when you first started? Hm...I really don’t know. Maybe I wish I’d known how to network more?

Have you been involved in drama? Do you regret it? Yeah in a way. I’ve been in messy situations. I do regret it, but also learned from it I think. 

Have you ever thought about leaving rp? What caused it? What changed your mind? Hm, not leaving forever but like, taking a break. At one point I wrote a character that just started to bore me, and I really needed a break to regain inspiration for a few new ones.

Do you think rp has had a positive or negative affect on your life or you as a person? Overall, positive! It’s an escape, I think. And also it’s just fun.

How has rp changed you personally? I’ve learned how to write better. And also how to communicate better, because online it’s harder to tell how people are really feeling so it’s important to be extra clear. Tbh I’m still not always great with this, though.

If you could change one thing about rp on tumblr, what would it be? Why? Hm...more lesbians? :D

Have you ever sent a message to yourself on anon? Why? Nope.

Have you ever sent hate to yourself on anon? Why? Nope.

Do you delete anon hate or post and address it? Why? I’ve never gotten anon hate. Surprisingly. But I’d probably look at it and try to decide whether it has any valid criticism in it, or if it’s just blind insults. If it’s the former, I might post it and address the criticism. 

Have you ever felt pressured to write something you weren’t comfortable with? Not really, no. I’ve pressured myself to write stuff sometimes, but people never have pressured me. And I hope I’ve never pressured other people either.

Have you ever followed someone because you felt like you had to, not because you wanted to? Not really.

What would make you block someone? If they’re underage and following my blog with smut on it. It’s not personal, it’s just uncomfortable.

Have you ever stolen something from someone else? Yeah when I was like 14 lol, I had no originality.

Have you ever had something stolen from you? If so, how did you handle it? I don’t think so? Not that I know of. If I did, idk, I’d probably let it go. Two portrayals are never the exact same.

Are you open to duplicates? Why / why not? Sure, I guess. But I rarely write with canon characters so it’s not really something that happens.

How do you feel about vague posting? Very annoying. Lmao especially if I ask the person what they mean and they’re like “LOL”. And that’s it. 

Do you follow people even if they don’t follow you back? Yes!

Do you read people’s rules before following or interacting? Yes!

What is your opinion on “reblog karma” and do you practice it? Nah, reblog whatever you want from my page I don’t care. If you send me stuff I’ll be more inclined to send you stuff as well, but no pressure.

How have you responded to popular slang used on tumblr? Do you use it in every day life? Do you use it at all? What kind of slang are we talking? Because if it’s the word “bruh” then yes. All the time.

Is there something you don’t know the meaning of but you haven’t asked anyone because you think it’s supposed to be general knowledge? Was there ever something you had to ask someone to explain? I still don’t fully understand the Alpha/Beta/Omega thing and at this point I’m too afraid to ask.

Have you ever experienced discrimination? I mean...people favor male muses on this website, in my experience. But I don’t really want to call it discrimination because if it’s someone’s preference, I can’t really be mad at them for that. People just wanna write what they’re interested in. It’s not my job to police them about it.

How do you feel about personal blogs following your rp blog? Why? Lol I don’t get it. But go off I guess.

Have you ever cried while writing a reply? Yes, but for reasons unrelated to RP.

Do you read other people’s threads or do you only read your own? I only read my own LMAO is that selfish

What’s one thing that other people seem to hate that doesn’t bother you? Having people use my gifs and reblogging memes from my page. 

How do you feel about tagging triggers? Do you tag them? How do you determine what is triggering content and what isn’t? I try to tag everything. Sometimes stuff slips through the cracks. But I think it’s a good system, people can block whatever they don’t want to see. Things I would generally tag as triggering content include: murder, death, assault, drugs, addiction, rape, abuse, abduction, etc. 

What advice would you give to someone new to rp? Use gifs or icons in your open starters, more people will reply to them. I know it’s unfair and it doesn’t really say anything about whether your writing is good or not but using gifs/icons will give you more interactions. 

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THE HOUSE, (part 3 of 3), a tale of Flocking Bay

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THE HOUSE

by

De Writer (Glen Ten-Eyck)

7357 words

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I was still curious about the rest of the file in the town library, so I decided to take a break and go into town. As I stepped out the front door, I felt the wind. The trees along the road were still, yet I was buffeted from all sides at once by a wind that did not swirl but pressed my clothes tight to me from all sides at once. I felt more like I was being held comfortably than pushed like a wind usually would. It was warm, where the day and been chill. When I got into the car I left the door open to see what would happen. The wind closed it. This time there was a perceptible pause before the glove box opened.

When it did, a rush of wind gusted out and raced about inside the car. Once again, there were five of the odd gold coins within it. As before, I thanked whatever Power had put them there. Though brisk, the day seemed clear enough to risk the walk into town after all, so I got out of the car strolled down the road to town. Having everything that I needed within walking distance was one of the reasons that I liked the small town of Flocking Bay so much.

The Flocking Bay Bank of Maine was my next stop. I had some difficulty getting them to accept the coins for credit to my account. They insisted on a slate test by a local jeweler to ascertain the purity of the coins. They were twenty four carat. Then they wanted to take the coins at current spot price less ten percent, which was fine with me. They also wanted to count the coins at three to the troy ounce, as Hiram Wickes had counted them in the 1850’s and 60’s, which was not. I insisted that the same jeweler weigh the nine coins that I was depositing. With gold at nearly four hundred dollars to the ounce, the six tenths of an ounce per coin seemed worth the effort. The business was finally done to the satisfaction of all.

My steps now lead me down aged, tree lined streets to the library. Mrs. Alderman had set out the file in readiness for me. I added the tenth coin and a notarized account of its origin and the number of coins to date.

“You have been so helpful, she said brightly, “setting things in order the way you have. Do you know, I’ve been studying some, after hours. I hope that you will have a great book.”

“Mrs. Alderman,” I said in a confidential tone, “I’ve allowed you to deceive yourself. See, I too, put something in your file. I’m not a writer. I’m John Peaslee. I live in the old Wickes place, and I wanted to find out about its history.

My uncle, Gordon Wetherbee, is a scholar at Miskatonic University and he may indeed wish to publish a book or monograph on the subject of my house.”

She looked like a person seeing a ghost. In a faint voice, she replied, “Oh, my! I had hoped it was not you. You were such a nice young man, too.”

Noticing the past tense, I chided gently, “I still am, Mrs. Alderman. I live yet and I have not changed from the person that you first met. The nice young man who set your file in order is not dead.”

“Yet,” she said firmly. “Nobody as lives in that house does so for long. None has ever escaped it.”

“Yet,” I completed with a smile, and crossed the room to the battered pine table by the old mullioned window.

I had put the botanical report off until last, not knowing anything about plants. The report described in dry detail what were called “some of the most unusual genetic monsters that I have ever seen.” The report was issued by Miskatonic University. It described roses that were nothing of the sort. The “rose” plants were carnivorous. There were low pansy and violet-like plants that were some strange form of thallophyte. The mycelium of these fungi was linked in some fashion to the roots of the “roses.” Both forms died instantly upon being plucked and began rotting with almost supernatural speed. No pressings were possible due to the rapidity of decomposition, so only photos and rapidly drawn pictures of what was seen by microscope were included. The grass was as unusual as the “pansies” and “roses.” The leaves all rose from rhizomes, which spread from a central node, like some ferns. This “grass” was no fern, however. None of the plants could be cultivated away from the Wickes house. “The plants fit no known classification and must be regarded as unique to science,” the report concluded.

That evening the wind came again, and blew at my back all the way to the house, like a great friendly beast hurrying its master home. I had forgotten to buy batteries for my flashlight, but I did not turn back.

I resumed my search of the library. The evening passed uneventfully, I did not finish with the library that night. I was feeling restless.

So were the rats of the spectral brigade. I could hear a few upstairs but most were in the basement. Taking a candlestick, I worked the hidden spring of the concealed door to the basement. I could hear the rats below.

The stair was longer than I remembered it. The basement was larger than I recalled it being. The corners were dim in the candlelight. The spectral brigade was upstairs, of course. Still no dust or spider webs. I nearly dropped the candle in shock when I saw it. There was a table in the corner. I knew that the basement had been empty. Bare stone.

My curiosity led me cautiously to the table. It had on it a candlestick with a burned-out stub of candle, a box of papers, and six largish portfolios of leather, each labeled with the name of a continent. They also were filled with papers. A cursory examination revealed that I had found Hiram’s correspondence. There was a lot of it. It was clear that he had the habit of making copies of his missives and attaching the replies to the letters for easy reference. He may have been messy but his mind had been well organized. Taking the folder marked Australia because it was the smallest, I went back up the stairs. I placed the folio on the desk in the study to read by tomorrow̓s daylight. In checking my calendar, I noticed that tomorrow was the day of the new moon.

Bed was welcome, after the tension and labors of the day, but not a relief. My night passed in troubled dreams. It was a place of incomprehensible, invisible obstacles and wind. The wind blew at me from all directions at once, forcing me away in a direction that was not a direction. Resisting the wind caused it to go away. It came back with gold for me. As I refused the gold, my frustration mounted. It was not what I wanted. My tears spilt forth in a flood. I wanted something else - and I could not remember what.

The morning light awakened me on sweat-drenched sheets. Slowly, as dreams will, the terrors faded. I got up and began my day.

As I had begun to expect, the books did not materialize. None of the books in the library was a rebound Necronomicon or Black Book. I reshelved the last book with a sigh. The precious books appeared have eluded me.

I turned my attention to the Australia folder. Its pages yielding information for the first time in about a hundred and twenty years. Apparently, Hiram had a number of correspondents in Australia. His questions ranged from searches for rumored ‘houses of stone’ in the outback to tracing the aboriginal folk carvings and paintings and asking about the most secret rituals and ceremonies of the aboriginal Australians. His questions, piercing and analytical, illuminated every subject with stark clarity, like flashes of lightning. He had known exactly what he was looking for and was not at all afraid of finding it.

Now, with the day beginning to close, there came a knock at my door. Opening the door revealed a postman with a bulky Next Day Letter envelope. Signing for it, I noticed that it was from Miskatonic University. Uncle Gordon had responded almost the instant that he had received my letter, and by the fastest possible post. Impressed, I opened the flap of the letter. A single sheet was all that the large envelope held. Uncle Gordon̓s hasty scrawl read:

Dear John:

It is with simple horror that I have read that you have purchased the house of Hiram Wickes. Delay not an instant! Get out of that house! Leave before the new moon! I pray that this reaches you in time!

Come to me in Arkham! There, I will tell you all that I know of this matter. I hope that you are still alive and well and will come to hear my reasons for so urgent a request.

You are involved with Powers beyond imagination. Things there are that are worse than even what is in the Necronomicon. Hastur, Whose Name Must Not be Uttered, is involved, and Cuthulu, as well, whose coin you sent a tracing of.

This must sound mad to you. A very hodgepodge of fear. And it is. Fear for you. Come to me at once! Upon your life it is necessary!

In regard and fear for your life,

I remain,

Gordon Wetherbee

It was remarkable. I had never seen evidence of such agitation from uncle Gordon before. This, along with all that I had learned, made up my mind. I would take his advice. Packing my few clothes took almost no time. Seeing the Australia folder, I realized how important Hiram’s letters could be to uncle Gordon. I placed it with my bag, by the front door.

I raced to the library, took up a candlestick and plunged down the long flight of stairs to that huge gloomy vault of a basement. As I gathered the box and folders into my arms, I saw them at last! Among others, the Necronomicon and Black Book had been hidden behind the letter portfolios. Putting down the letters in the face of a far greater treasure, I examined the precious books. There was what had to be the only complete 1784 edition of the Necronomicon. Priceless. Also, there was the almost as rare 1635 edition of the Black Book. There was an apparently genuine medieval Latin Philippus Faber. Last was a hand-bound copy of a manuscript, written on a fine supple parchment of a type that I could not identify, labeled in Hiram’s now familiar script, Pnakotic Manuscripts, subtitled, “Being a Collection of Ante-human Lore.” The writing in this last volume was of a sort that I had never seen before. It was disturbing just to look at. The very notion of actually reading it made me shudder.

Knowing that I should not tarry, I placed the books with my other burdens and gathered them up. There was a sudden rushing of wind from all sides at once, forcing me away in a direction that was not a direction. The candle in my hand burned bright and unwavering, despite the wind. It did not blow out.

In a blind panic, I ran up the long, crumbling, dusty, spider-bedecked stair. I found myself back in the basement. I no longer had my load of letters and books. Two more attempts to go up the stairs left me still in the vast, dusty crypt of a basement… Raising the candle high, I looked intently up the stair, trying to see why I could not get to the top. After a few minutes, or perhaps hours, I got my eyes to work properly and the nausea stopped. The stairs offered no escape.

In searching for a way out of this vast stone lined vault of a basement, I found all of the fifty nine other people who had vanished. They are all dead. They have dried to sere brown mummies. Many still show signs of bleeding from eyes, nose or ears, as if their brains had burst within their skulls. It seems that transport to wherever this is, killed the others outright. Some were in bed, others at table, some at other tasks. Each family or person seems to have their own area. The next group is in a different spot. It helps me to sort them out. All of my goods are by the stair.

Examining the bodies so closely may seem to be a ghoulish exercise but it gives me something to do.

I do not need the candle. There is a pale sourceless illumination everywhere. Dust is thick on the floor and everything else. Cobwebs shroud everything.

There, in the corner lies what was Hiram Wickes. The notes and papers with him tell the story. Unable to stand his own mess, he had the house cleaned attic to basement. The yard was manicured to perfection. He then made the simple blunder that has cost so many lives and so much misery.

He bound Hastur of the Winds, Whose Name Must Not be Uttered, to keep his house and grounds exactly as it was on that day in 1866. Every new moon, everything that does not fit goes to the basement but that too gets cleaned. Hastur has no choice but to sweep the excess to someplace else…

I am lucky. I have the opportunity to starve. I was in the basement when the cleaning came. I was pushed through a distance too short to kill. The unvarying light seems to erase time, except that I am getting hungry.

Uncle Gordon has solved many occult mysteries and seems to know something of this one. I know that he will come soon. I wonder if he can do anything.

I found a pen among my things and paper from the possessions of the many dead. I have determined to make this account.

I leave my curse on Flocking Bay Realty. They knew that this would happen. They have sold the house many times, without warning. They have been battening on this evil since 1908.

I have found the rats. They are everywhere here. They do not touch the bodies or Hiram’s books and papers. They are disgusting. If I get hungry enough, I shall eat them.

-THE END-

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Time flies | part 5

AU/Imagine series w/Shawn Mendes

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Word count: 1,6K

Original request:  Hello, I was thinking if you could do an imagine wherein reader has a son with Shawn, but he doesn’t know about him, cuz reader left Shawn few years ago without a words (when she found out she is pregnant)? And one day her little son (5 years old maybe?) accidentally bump into Shawn and he is shocked that reader has a son. Sorry if its complicated 

Short description: Shawn finds out that he has a four-year-old son when he accidently bumps into him and his ex-girlfriend Y/N.

Author’s note: The next part is probably going to be the final one! Reblog if you like this part, leave me feedback, tell me how you feel. What are your guesses on the ending?

    Y/N rushed to open the front door when the bell rang, as Tommy sat in the living room, watching Hotel Transylvania, having absolutely no interest in the person who was ringing.

    “Hey,” Y/N said, letting Shawn in, as he looked her up and down, his eyebrows raising, “thanks for coming. I wasn’t sure if you’d be available to babysit Tom.”

    “Sure thing,” he shrugged his shoulders, and watched Y/N close the door, “you look amazing though!”

    “Thank you,” she brushed her hair with her fingers; a habit she had since forever.

    Y/N appreciated the compliment. She had put a lot of effort into her appearance to impress this guy from work whom she was going out with. She hasn’t been on a real date since Tommy was born; only went out with some guys a few times, but it almost always seemed like wrong time, and she eventually had given up on trying to date. But after the day in the studio, something inside her clicked. She wasn’t obligated to sit and reject every single guy coming her way just because she was a mother. She didn’t want to miss on her life when she could meet somebody really great, and maybe with the position she was getting in Chicago and moving to another country would make it better for her and Tommy. She had yet to inform Shawn about the suggestion she got from her boss, but she was so hesitant over the offer that she pushed it to the back of her mind and tried not to think about it too much unless she’s sure.

    “So, you’re going out?” Shawn asked, trying to sound casual, as he rubbed the back of his neck.

    “Yeah. This was the only time both Steve and I were free, so with you agreeing to babysit Tommy it all finally worked out,” she quickly rambled, now fixing her hair in the mirror, as Shawn stared at her through the reflection.

    Her hair was down in loose curls, a tight red dress exposed her collar bones and ankles, black heels, and red lipstick. Y/N looked stunning, and it made Shawn feel some type of way. Of course, he had always been attracted to her; when she saw her and Tommy in the park, he was mesmerized by how angelic she looked in the white flowy dress. But this was different; hot and breathtaking. Y/N whom he hadn’t seen in four years, he almost forgot how good she looked in red.

    “Steve?” Shawn raised his eyebrows, his eyes following Y/N’s figure now moving from one corner of her apartment to another as she collected random things into her small bag.

    “I know him from work,” she replied, now walking up to Tommy, “give mommy a kiss, and be a good boy today, okay?”

    Shawn’s face flushed with red and he wasn’t really sure if it was because of the way Y/N’s body looked from the back in the tight dress or because of the sudden feeling of jealousy. Going out with some guy from work? It sounded like a meeting to him over the phone, but she looked like she was going on a date and it killed him. Shawn was slightly offended; he was here for her all this time, and she still went for another guy. They have a son, god damn it, and she prefers somebody else over him. He breathed in loudly, trying to calm himself down, but the feeling of jealousy wasn’t easing up.

    “Thanks again, Shawn,” she now walked over to him, “you two be good boys, okay?” she smirked, making Shawn break into a smile.

    “Sure thing, ma'am,” he replied, trying to sound silly.

    Loud laughter was heard from the outside of the apartment, and Shawn tensed up his hearing to only confirm his guess at whom it belonged to. He could have sworn it was Y/N just by hearing her giggle, and there was no way he could have been mistaken. Tommy was sweetly snoring on the couch, covered up in a blanket, so Shawn had to tiptoe over to the front door and eavesdrop whatever was happening on the other side. Male voice joined Y/N’s, and the guy said something Shawn couldn’t really recognize, but it sure did make Y/N react with laughter again. He didn’t like it and was fighting every single bit of himself not to open the door and get her in. It wasn’t his place to interrupt them. So Shawn just stood there, waiting for her to finally tell her goodbye and open the door. 

    “Oh, Shawn!” she gasped, putting a hand over her chest, “you scared me.”

    “He walked you home, eh?” Shawn asked, ignoring her words.

    “Ugh, yeah?” she narrowed her eyes at him, confused, “why are you standing here? Where’s Tommy?”

    “He’s asleep on the couch,” Shawn turned on his heel and walked away, leaving her in the corridor.

    Y/N’s mood was certainly affected. Seconds ago she was laughing with Steve after having the most excellent date in a long time, and now Shawn’s tone and behavior were disturbing. She found him right in front of the door, and he was clearly eavesdropping. Shawn didn’t look happy, and for a second she got worried that something had happened to Tommy, but when she found out the boy was safe and sound, asleep, she started to believe that Shawn had another reason to act weird. She followed him into the kitchen, throwing a quick look into the living room to check on Tom.

    “Is something wrong?” she asked finding Shawn looking out of the window.

    “Some woman called from the Coonley elementary. She said she had received your email,” he scoffed, still not looking back at her.

    “Oh,” Y/N let out, her mind quickly trying to come up with a response, but nothing.

    “So you’re actually considering a school in Chicago? What the hell, Y/N?” Shawn went off, not expecting to sound so aggressive.

    “I told you I was thinking about it, what’s your problem?” she knitted her eyebrows together, crossing her arms on her chest in defense.

    “My problem? My problem is that I didn’t know I had a four-year-old son until a few weeks ago, and now you’re considering taking him away from me to fucking America?” Shawn threw his hands in the air, now looking into her eyes, searching for answers.

    “I haven’t decided anything yet. And I’m not doing this to keep him away from you,” Y/N rolled her eyes.

    “You don’t? Cause from what I know you still haven’t even told him that I’m his father.”

    Y/N bit her lower lip, not sure what to tell. He was right; she wasn’t sure if it was a good time to tell Tommy. She had been thinking about moving, and in that case, maybe it would be the best for Tommy not to get too attached to Shawn. 

    “My boss offered me a higher position in Chicago a month ago, and I have to give her my answer this week. The place is better, and the salary is higher. That’s the only reason why I was searching for schools,” she explained, now lowering her tone, and taking a seat.

    Shawn sighed, running fingers through his curls, trying to calm himself down.

    “It’s unfair to me, Y/N,” he let out, now sitting down himself.

    They fell into a long silence, both processing their words, trying to figure out a solution. Shawn couldn’t hold her back, she wasn’t his, and he had no saying in her life. Y/N felt guilty about taking Tommy away again. On the other hand, Shawn was traveling all the time, and as soon as he would start working, he wouldn’t see Tommy often anyway. So moving wasn’t going to make a big difference anyway, would it? But something was telling her that it was a bad decision. Steve, whom she liked and who was also offered a position in Chicago had already agreed, the fantastic offer she’d received seemed perfect. As it all started to work out for her, everything seemed wrong. Letting Tommy know that Shawn is his father and then taking him away felt wrong. But falling back in love with Shawn, when he was clearly moving on, wasn’t right either. Everything was messy and confusing, and all she wanted, for now, was to lay down and forget about these issues.

    “Mommy? You’re back?” Tommy’s voice snapped both of them back into reality, as the little boy walked in rubbing his eyes and dragging the blanket with him, his curls messy.

    “Yeah, baby,” she faked a smile and extended her arms to him.

    Tommy happily wrapped himself up in his mother’s hug and pressed his cheek against her middle, closing his eyes in amusement. Shawn watched them silently, his eyes stone-like.

    “I have to go,” he suddenly stood up from his chair, and both Tom and Y/N looked at him, their eyes wide.

    Tommy freed himself from his mother’s hands and stood in the doorway, waiting for Shawn to join him.

    “I will walk you, Shawn,” he commanded with a grin, and Shawn had to fake one himself.

    “We will talk later?” Shawn only referred to Y/N, and she nodded in response.

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FanWorks Wednesdays - crossedbeams

by Keva Andersen

After a short hiatus, we’re back with our author profile series! Meet @crossedbeams. She’s a relative newcomer to the fandom and found her way to The X-Files in a way that’s a little different than most. But despite only meeting Mulder and Scully a short time ago, she’s taken to the characters like an author who’s been with them for years.

Take some time and read through crossedbeams’ collection of “MSR Moments,” a collection of ficlets and prompts that are fun snapshots of Mulder and Scully’s day-to-day life. With a little angst thrown in too, of course. If AU’s are your thing I highly recommend “One Week at Quantico.” The story looks at what might have been had Mulder been teaching at the Academy while Scully was there. Jump in for this line: “But for the sake of argument, quantum physics doesn’t actually rule out time travel” and stay for the rest of the story! And if, like me, you’re looking for a great post-revival kick in the feels check out “Lost Letters.” The story explores how Mulder and Scully deal with Maggie Scully’s death in a world where “Babylon” and “My Struggle II” don’t exist.

We talked with crossedbeams about writing, inspiration, and of course The X-Files.

How long have you been a Phile?

I'm pretty new! I think I watched my first ever episode in November 2015, I completed my first watch through two days before the revival started and I joined the online fandom a year ago! I came at it all kinda backwards... I'm a massive theatre nerd who missed the London run of “Streetcar” (my favourite play) thank to illness, and had never quite gotten over it! The NY show announced summer of 15 and I'd already decided I was going, hell or high water. Then when I was reading about the production it mentioned that “Blanche” was in The Fall, I'd only seen Ep.1 so I got hooked on that, figured I'd see what else Gillian had done, saw The X-Files, I only knew it was one of those cult shows I'd missed thanks to my TV-less childhood and so I figured I'd give it a go... little I knew!

What was your first episode?

The pilot! I'm a completist to a boring level, chronology is my jam (which makes late season mythology suuuper fun!). I think I actually saw the pilot three times before I made it further, once with my sister who wasn't interested, once when I was so tired I couldn't remember what happened and then finally the day I watched most of S1 in one hit. Whoops!

How long have you been writing fic?

According to my blog I posted my first drabble on March 28th, 2016! So almost a year, which seems both way too long (I still feel like a desperate newbie) and not long enough.

What inspired you to start writing?

I've always been a reader, no TV as a kid = loaded bookshelves, my family are wordy, my degree is in English literature and I work with books, so words are my most constant companion. I've always liked to write, the process of catching an idea or a sensation just perfectly in a sentence is on of the most satisfying things I can think of, but while I was at Uni, it was like a switch flicked in my head. I think it was perhaps the first time in my life I was truly unhappy for more than a few hours, and also the first time I didn't have anyone to talk to that I trusted. I became very isolated, shut myself in my room a lot and all the words that used to be my friends where just fighting in my head, angry or sad or whatever, the noise was endless. And on day I just snatched up my laptop and started writing. I don't even remember what, probably some self-pitying explosion of adjectives, and for a little while I felt better. I wrote a lot of poetry, essays and journaled while I was at uni, my only attempt at stories was curtailed by a creative writing tutor who I despised, but in one form or another I've been writing ever since.

Who is your favorite XF character to write?

Originally it was Scully, I tend to gravitate to female voices and hers is the kind of awesome, no-nonsense, bad ass lady voice I wish I had, but lately Mulder has crept in and I honestly enjoy writing both their perspectives equally, though Scully still comes a little more easily. “Quantico” was the first time I feel like I successfully pulled off a split narrative between the two and kept both their characters completely clear. My absolute favourite thing to write though are the bits in between the characters, the omniscient narrator parts where you get to dig into your vocab to try and describe succinctly the emotional impact of a word, or the desperation of their need etc. But that's not really a character so... Scully!

Are there any XF characters you dislike or find too difficult to write?

Besides Mulder and Scully, I've only ever tried to write Maggie, and that was in letter format which is kind of a cheat, so I don't feel like I've necessarily got enough experience to answer this well. I'm pretty good at writing within a brief, so I'm not adverse to writing anyone, I just don't have any ideas for most of them! I suppose Reyes appeals to me the least, just because I don't feel like I ever properly connected to her or understood her true purpose in TXF universe (especially post-revival). I don't dislike her at all, I just don't get her and so likely couldn't do her justice.

Is there a story you're most proud of or that's a favorite?

I think “Quantico” will always be special because it took me by surprise; it was the little request drabble that grew and I am still overwhelmed by people's response to it... but.. “Trinity” is my baby, and also my great shame, because it's been a WIP for way too long and I'm still dithering. I'm proud of it because it's the biggest risk I've taken in my writing; my first proper case file and my first attempt at crossover. Writing Scully, Stella Gibson, and Blanche Dubois into one canon compliant universe is possibly the stupidest idea I have ever run with, but so far it has paid off and the feedback from those prepared to risk it has been phenomenal. I love writing Blanche, Stella fights me and Scully is my safe place but the mental process of characterizing that story, advancing that plot, is the most satisfying, terrifying, exhausting writing I've ever done. And I desperately need to get on with it.

Where can people find your work, and what's the best way to send feedback?

I have a master list that I update regularly on my blog header and I'm also on AO3 as crossedbeams and everything is indexed there too. Feedback can be via tumblr message, comment or ask, AO3 comment or people can email crossedbeamsfic@gmail.com I'm still amazed that people read what I write so any feedback is the cherry on top! I'm also good with constructive criticism, I'm still new and learning after all.

Do you take fic prompts from fans?

Yes, though it can take a while. There are guidelines to what I will/won't write on the Request A Fic tab on my blog, and a disclaimer too! But I'm always open to discuss it.

Have you written your own original characters outside of fandom?

Yes. I have a few unfinished short stories, a couple of finished ones, and in my previous incarnation on tumblr I wrote a pretty long, often terrible, series that covered several generations of a cast of original characters!

Anything you’d like to share about your writing process?

I'm kind of a messy writer. I write mostly in long sittings and the words just come. Most of my favourite drabbles have been written in a single sitting and posted when the last full stop drops. (Hence the typos in early reblogs!) I find this stops me over working the prose and getting too verbose but it does also backfire at times. I find it much harder to write longer form pieces, because my writing is often emotion driven. There was a six week gap between most of “Quantico” and the final two chapters, a four week gap between parts 3 and 4 of “Close”  partly because I put immense pressure on myself to "finish things well" but also because emotionally I couldn't find the right groove. “Quantico” began in a fluffy, happy place where I was optimistic and not in my head, “Close”… I think I was tipsy and had come in from a date! Trying to finish those fics as they deserved to be finished when a week later I was miserable and self-flagellating, or feeling decidedly unsexy felt almost impossible. I often wish my process were more considered and structured, that I could sit and get down a couple hundred words and edit it better later, but my mind just doesn't work that way, and I've learned that I can't force it to.

Do you have a favorite author? (fanfic or published!)

Only about 9000000! Fic wise, @somekindofseizure on tumblr has a gorgeous way with words I envy and aspire to. I could list so many more but I'll only leave people out so I'll just say that if you check my ficrecs tag you'll find so many people, many of whom I'm lucky enough to count as friends, who do so many things so well. Some of them are plot beasts, others ruin me with beautiful language and some are just steam queens.

My favourite print authors are probably Ngugi, John Burnside, LM Montgomery, Roald Dahl, Alice Hoffman and Oscar Wilde.

Is there any advice you'd give to aspiring writers?

Just do it. Keep doing it. Until you've actually scribbled or typed something down it's only ever an idea. Even if you hate it, keep it, try again. You can't get better at something you're not actually doing and thinking your ideas til you're blue in the face doesn't count! Read, learn what you like and don't, be inspired. Keep writing. And don't compare your work to the work of others, you'll never match "their voice" so don't try. Mark yourself against yourself, if you capture something better every time you sit down and write, you're headed the right way. Just do you, do it regularly, ask for help, and keep going!

Anything else you'd like to share that I missed?

I'd just like to say thank you for asking me to participate, I'm still finding my feet in this strange new fandom place and I am so very grateful to you for asking, to all those who read my writing and to everyone who has embraced me and made this such a great year, I've been a fangirl of many things, but it's my first time as part of a family and it's been such a lifeline.

Thank you so much to crossedbeams for talking with us! We’re always looking for authors both new and old favorites, so if you have suggestions please message us here, hit us up on twitter or facebook.