#everyone say thank you cee

[write4cench]

chicken shop date.

had to make this into a imagine.

summary: you get the chance to interview central cee on your show titled "chicken shop date" but he's obviously into you. sorry to ameila dimoldenburg lmao.

pairings: central cee x reader

genre: fluff / slightly suggestive

word count: 2k (unedited)

a/n: imagine that ameila dimoldenburg doesn't exist for the whole sake of the plot. i stole most of her iconic replies though. thank you and GIVE ME REQUESTS. <3

finally. you've got a special guest on for today that's been a fan of your show for a long time and well.. you. although, you haven't had the pleasure of meeting one another in reality, but luckily he agreed to have a chicken shop date with you.

central cee.

you both sit down behind a table in a small yet cosy morleys, the camera crew sets up and prepares for the show whilst a small yet not too large crowd accumulates outside the shop at sight of you two.

you greet central cee and he beams back at you as you both get comfortable and prepare for the small interview/date. "it's nice to have you on the show." you thank him.

"it's calm, i've always wanted to be here." he responds, insisting that it really isn't truly that big of a deal.

you won't lie to yourself, you've always found central cee to be attractive ever since he happened to become a uk rap sensation. i mean who hasn't. you're excited and feel as if it's a blessing to sit before him.

"i actually watch this show too, i saw your interview with burna boy." he admits, referencing the last interview i held about a month ago.

my mouth agapes as i feel honoured to the fact that he actually took the chance to watch my show, "really?" you ask him out of disbelief and he nods proudly.

you'd admit, you'd thought it would be awkward to hold an interview with central cee considering the fact that he hasn't been too shy about the fact that you're considered his celebrity crush but surprisingly, he's very comforting to be around and is down-to-earth.

"i mean obviously you watch my interviews." you joke referencing to his interest in you and he laughs, not denying it at all.

the interview begins.

"what would you say your type is." you ask him and he pauses for a moment thinking to himself before he breaks into a smile. you notice this and furrow your brows confused.

"i like.. i like-" he starts.

"why're you smiling?" you question him confused, although it's an obvious inside joke with the two of you and everyone else that his type is clearly you.

"i don't really know my type, it changes innit it changes by the season." he denies the obvious making me roll my eyes, he sees this and it only makes him laugh.

"well it's winter." you tell him.

"i want my girl to be able to teach me something." he says, before he glares directly at you. you don't let it faze you and you continue to play along with your passive aggressive humour.

"i know a lot, i could teach you something." you joke and he shrugs raising his brows impressed.

"i guess your my type then." he mumbles, his eyes glancing away towards his box of chips and chicken wings.

"what's your favourite tattoo you have?" you question him before eating on one of your chips, central cee listens carefully to you.

"i'm just one big tattoo and the moment, i don't really, i don't know- it's all just blended into one." he rambles as he thinks to himself looking over his clothed arms and chest.

you find him adorable especially his way of speaking, "i like them." you compliment him and something behind his eyes reads pleased.

"thanks."

it's obvious that he's clearly into you, everything from the way that he looks at you, the way he listens carefully whenever you speak and the way that he sits.

you try your best to not make the episode seem like to serious of a date, but with him sitting in front of you, it seems completely impossible.

"i'm not sure how i feel about face tattoos." you mutter, hinting to the small tattoos that decorate his face, he slightly frowns.

"really?"

"would you get another one?" you ask him curiously and he hums thinking to himself.

"maybe not after you said that." he utters jokingly sadly and you both share a short moment of laughter.

"i was joking."

"how long does it take for you to fall in love?"

your question clearly doesn't fall onto interested ears, as a matter of a fact central cee obviously doesn't favour the word love at all.

"i don't know if i've fallen in love before." he admits with a smile to hide how suddenly deep the conversation has gotten.

"you've never fallen in love?" you ask him genuinely surprised.

"no, no- i guess so. i have a weird outlook on love." he responds before pausing looking at you. you ask him to continue on. "i just think it's a delusion innit."

you raise your brows at his response finding it different from your views, "like what, it isn't real?"

"i've been thinking about it a lot recently.. because yeah it's on my mind anyway." he starts finding an interest in the unopened water bottle that lies on the table between you.

"feel like you just have to be a bit deluded."

"that don't mean it isn't real." your response has him in lost of words and he glances about the place before shrugging in response. "i think when you fall in love you'll know." your words make you both share a gaze for a moment before he breaks it, thinking to himself.

"i mean, what if your girl fucks around and it makes your belly hurt, i dunno if that's a good conation on love." he confesses and he notices how it makes you smile.

"maybe that's just what love means to you."

"you've got long hair?" you question him.

"my hair is long." he replies his face looking slightly miserable.

"would you ever take it out of the sock it's always in." you joke and he laughs before he hums thinking of his next words.

"i dunno, i feel like i'm going through a bit of an identity crisis at the moment." he admits, and you hum in reply.

"i like long hair." you smile and he sees so before grinning.

"guess, i'll keep it then." he glances away again.

he's just like a little school boy who's gotten the chance to speak with his crush for the first time. it's cute.

"do i look like i'm hot, like my face is hot." you question him using your hands to fan your face and he shakes his head.

"you're fine." he starts glancing over at your face, "i like it though, it's like natural blush."

"stop flirting with me."

"it's cute." he mumbles gazing at you.

"i'm really bad at flirting." he sighs to himself rubbing his head deep in thought, you furrow your brows in disbelief.

"what do you mean you're bad at flirting?"

"yeah, i'm just shit at flirting, i can't flirt man."

"so what, you don't get with a lot of girls all the time?" he hurries to deny and shake his head, but you only listen to him curiously.

"you're telling me you don't go out with anyone?" you raise his brow and he watches you do so, hurrying to think of his next words.

"no, maybe i do go out sometimes, it's not like i'll go out of my way to do so." he tells you and you hum. "i've just lived a long life." he mumbles making you laugh at how deep it sounds.

"would you go out with me?" your questions sparks his attention and he chuckles to himself at how straight forward it is.

"i'll see."

"this is like a genuine date to me." he says as he opens up with bottle of chilled water, "like i'm genuinely here it's a dinner.. date."

you smile at him as you recall the times he's wanted to go on a date with your for ages, "you've wanted to go on a date with me for ages." you tell him and he smiles.

"i did want to go on a date with you, before my carrer flourished then i got overwhelmed not looking for love it was like a full circle."

"now you're on a date with me." you say proudly and he nods.

"finally." he glares at you and something about it catches you aback, he's really trying to full on flirt with you.

"are you single?" he raises his brow at your question.

"i mean yeah, obviously." he begins laying back into his seat, "i mean otherwise, i wouldn't be here."

"i'm single too." you imply reaffirming him but he doesn't say anything beside humming taking your word.

"what's the quickest way to get to your heart." you ask him, the phrase makes him irk and he frowns.

"don't try to get to my heart." he tells you and you listen to him. "i just think, i don't like girls that like me." he mumbles

"i hate you."

he laughs at your playfulness, "turns me on, i love it."

"guess i'll hate you from now on." you mutter lowly, but he still hears it.

"what's the most romantic thing you've ever done?" you ask him, but learning so much about him you already expect a specific response from him.

"i'm hopeless, i dunno i'm transitioning, this is all hard for me." he rants and you exhale deeply.

"too bad, it's all hard for you."

"it's easier said than done."

"you have a nice smile." you compliment him and he smiles looking at you.

"you're really pretty you know." he responds making you feel your cheeks slightly warm up.

"and you don't know how to flirt?" you frown but he shrugs once again. how can he not understand that he's literally a walking flirt.

"guess you'll teach me then." he glances at you in a suggestive way and you grin as you recall telling him you'll teach him something.

"it was nice talking to you, i'll c you later." you joke and he laughs getting your play on words.

"love and leave me."

"what do you mean love and leave me?"

"like i'll love you and leave you."

"what about love and love me?"

he closes his box gazing at you. "sounds good."

"what's that song you have with pinkpantheress called?" you question him and he shuffles in his seat before responding.

"obsessed with you."

"yeah i know, tell me the song's name." he mentally groans at the word obsessed and you feel the urge to roll your eyes again.

"i don't think i'm the obsessed type." he complains.

"i feel like secretly you are." you tell him implying his obvious celebrity crush on you and he smiles understanding you.

"maybe i am, but i dunno yet."

"i feel like you're the type to catch feelings and get obsessed." he listens to you nodding his head passively aggressively.

"maybe i'm a simp you know." he utters and you both share a gaze with one another before laughing.

"can i get your number, or something?" he asks you taking out his phone from his pocket and passing it towards you.

you blink at his phone for a moment before looking up at him, only to see him watching you expectantly.

you take it from him without a word before typing in your number and adding your contact name followed by a sweet emoji before passing it back to him with a smile.

he glances down at the name and laughs upon noticing the emoji you put before testing it out and calling the number.

your phone buzzes from inside of your pocket and you show it him making him grin with a nod, "i'll call you later yeah, pick up." he tells you and suddenly the tension within the room has changed into hinting something sexual.

"course, i'll pick up." you reply.

"alright."

[natailiatulls07]

Situationship

Frat!Lando Norris x influencer!reader

Summary - They are in a situationship but it’s not like the public don’t know, their pr teams need a pay rise

Warning - mention of a situationship, swearing, alcohol, partying??

A/n - This is based around Central Cee and Madeline Argy, and I mean so based that Madeline is kind of a face claim in this loll

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yourusername posted a story

f1gossip

Spotted: Lando Norris at a party in Paris with Norwegian DJ and music producer, Kygo. It’s not usual for Lando to party in the city of love, is he here for someone special??? 👀

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username Looking hot as usual

username Lando dating rumours??

username DJ/frat Lando = the best Lando 😍

username Maybe he’s there to see Pierre or Ocon?

= username I doubt that

username Heyyy anyone seen Y/n’s new pod, Miss gurl has a little situationship ���

username She said on her story that she in Paris with her favs, maybe he’s there with her……

username Yk who else was in Paris this weekend??!?!!

username A certain frat boy formula one driver!!

username Oh give over, there’s no way!

username Yeah like how would they even meet??

f1gossip

Spotted: They do say that Paris the city of love. Lando Norris and Y/n L/n share an intimate moment out on the streets of Paris, is this the situationship influencer Y/n was talking about in her podcast??

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username That girl on tweeter was right!!

username ‘no strings attached’ Yeahhhh I don’t think soooo

username Ummm I don’t knowwww

username You mean that’s the girl who sitting with her dog in her car is in a situationship with Lando Norris a formula one driver 🤨

= username Mate! She’s more than a random girl, she has done some many things!!

= username And also don’t forget Lando Norris is no saint, he is the definition of a frat boy athlete

mclaren

Thank you Y/n L/n for coming to the Sunday race day to support McLaren!! 🧡

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username Oh they’ve totally fucked! Look at the tension between them!!!!

yourusername Thank you for having me 🤍🧡

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username ADMIN WE LOVE YOU FOR THIS

username When will they just admit it?!?!!!

username McLaren pr need a fucking pay raise OMFG

username Who’s that with her in the third pic??

= username Max F LOLLL

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username How are we all feeling after Landos first winnnnn??!!

username OVER THE MOON BABY

username I can die happy now 😚

username Anyone see his insta story??! ‘My lucky charm’ 🥹

username We all know that his lucky charm is definitely Y/n L/n she was there watching on, even the cameras panned to herrrr

username She practically had heart eyes for him!!!

landonorris

Wassup Suki? 🤍

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username McLaren admins are a god send 🙌🏻

username THE FAST AND FURIOUS REFERENCE OMG

mclaren you’re welcome everybody 😌

= landonorris Thank youuuu

username I need to see more please!!!

yourusername

Wassup Bullet? 😉

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username She looks good in papaya!!

username not so ‘No strings attached’ anymore lol

username Was it ever really a situationship??

= yourusername No not really lmao

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[in1-nutshell]

Bot Buddy being Arcee's old partner who fell into the ice

The alternative title of this was Bot buddy being Arcee's old partner who pulled a Skyfire.

SFW, Platonic, Cybertronian reader

TFP

Buddy was Arcee’s last partner after Tailgate, but before Cliffjumper.

Buddy had already known Arcee from other missions and got along well with her.

Arcee was already considering Buddy as her new partner. She felt as if she was slowly letting go of the pain from Tailgate’s passing. A start of a new beginning.

“Another successful mission if I do say so myself.”--Buddy

“Don’t celebrate just yet Buddy, we still aren’t in the clear yet.”--Arcee

“Arcee, sometimes you gotta focus on the little wins in life.”--Buddy

“I’ll celebrate when we are safe.”--Arcee

“Not even a little bit?”--Buddy

“No.”--Arcee

“Love the optimism ‘Cee. Just a big ball of sunshine you are.”--Buddy

Until Buddy was sent on that solo mission.

They were supposed to look at a planet that could possibly contain some energon. It could prove to be a huge turning point in the war.

“I don’t like this.”--Arcee

“You don’t like it when Cliff’ makes jokes on missions.”--Buddy

“You know why.”--Arcee

“It’s just a recon mission ‘Cee. A quick in and out. We aren’t even going to land on the planet.”--Buddy

“Still…”--Arcee

“If I see a shard of energon on the planet I’ll save one for ya.”--Buddy

“Don’t do that.”--Arcee

“Too late, I’ve made up my mind.”--Buddy

“Never could change your mind anyways, huh.”--Arcee

“Don’t worry so much, I’ll be back before you know it!”--Buddy

“… Okay…”--Arcee

“See was that so hard? I gotta start heading out, you take care okay?”--Buddy

“You’re the one who needs to take care, I wont be there to catch your behind when you trip over your own pede.”--Arcee

“Ha! See ya on the flipside ‘Cee!”--Buddy

“See you soon Buddy!”--Arcee

Buddy wasn’t seen after they left on that shuttle.

Arcee was distraught hearing that they went MIA. She had tried to get information on what their mission was, maybe a way to reach them, but thanks to a Decepticon ambush the data was destroyed.

Arcee had to face it.

Buddy wasn’t coming back.

Time skip everyone is on Earth.

Arcee had gotten picked to go on another Antarctic mission.

She despised the place so much after nearly dying there.

But luckily, she was going with Bulkhead and Bumblebee, and they had triple checked that the comms and groundbridge were working before they left the base.

So, the three of them are scouting around after Ratchet found an energon signature after the last failed Decepticon mining incident.

Arcee just wants an in and out.

“I think that’s a wrap.”--Arcee

“Beep bep bop beep (Good, there some frost forming on my chassis.)”--Bumblebee

“Hang on my wrecking ball is a little bit stuck. Hang on a second.”--Bulkhead

RIP!

CRASH!

“BBEE— (AAAHH--)"--Bumblebee

Muffled beeping noises.

“Quiet!”--Bulkhead

Angry beeping noises.

Bulkhead accidentally caused some of the ice from a nearby iceberg to crumble and they notice a servo sticking out.

Arcee decided to be the brave one and went out to inspect their new findings.

At first, she thinks that it’s just someone’s cut off servo. But then they notice that there is a body attached to it.

She quickly comms in the base telling them what they had found. Optimus gives the clear to bring the bot to the base. After much effort, the three of them mange to cut out the block of ice that the body was held in and pushed it into the groundbridge.

Everyone, especially the kids, are a bit in awe at the body in ice.

Arcee is a bit weary in bringing the body in without knowing what or who it is.

It takes a long time for the ice to melt around the body.

“Why not cut the poor bot from the ice?”--Miko

“It could cause more damage if we do that!”--Ratchet

“So, we have to wait till it melts then?”--Miko

“Yes.”--Ratchet

“All right then, Raf!”--Miko

“What?”--Raf

“Grab the hair dryers.”--Miko

Arcee feels weird seeing some of the kibble beginning to show after a few days have passed. She feels like she has seen this bot before.

Arcee is out with Wheeljack when they get the news that the bot had come online and burst the ice they were in. The two immediately come back to the base and are ready for a fight.

“Freeze!”--Wheeljack

“Now’s not the time for puns—”--Arcee

Buddy kneeling on the ground poking Jack’s hair.

“I guess we didn’t have nothing to worry about, huh Arcee.”--Wheeljack

“…”--Arcee

“Hello there little one.”--Buddy

“Umm… hi?”--Jack

“What’s your name?”--Buddy

“Jack. And your name?”--Jack

“Oh! Its—”--Buddy

“Buddy?”--Arcee

“Yeah—wait who said that?”--Buddy

“Buddy!”--Arcee

“Arcee!?”--Buddy

A sudden wave of doubt came over her, what if this was a copy cat like Makeshift. She quickly raises the weapon again and aims it right at Buddy’s helm.

“Woah! Woah! Woah! Arcee!”--Buddy

“If you’re the real Buddy then how did we celebrate our last mission?”--Arcee

“Celebrate? Arcee we didn’t celebrate anything. You didn’t want to so we could go see—”--Buddy

“Oh, Primus it’s you! You’re okay!”--Arcee

“Of course? Why wouldn’t I be?”--Buddy

SLAM!

“Arcee? Are you—”--Buddy

Arcee holding Buddy in a tight hug.

“You know what, I’ll ask later.”--Buddy

Arcee finished the hug and turned to introduce the team to Buddy.

Arcee asks Buddy what happened to them. Buddy responded that their ship had gotten damaged on the way to the planet, and they fell off trying to repair it and was buried in ice.

Arcee brings it on herself to catch Buddy up with everything.

Buddy is mainly confused on the Earth stuff but promises to learn everything.

As they get adjusted to earth and the team, Arcee has made it clear that if you mess with Buddy you are messing with her.

Primus forbid that Arachnid finds out Buddy is alive.

Arcee will try and get Buddy house arrest.

“Arcee no--”--Buddy

“She is around here somewhere… I can feel it.”--Arcee

“So—”--Buddy

“Back to base.”--Arcee

“But—”--Buddy

“No.”--Arcee

“How—”--Buddy

“No.”--Arcee

Buddy is now the sub guardian of Jack if their altmode allows it.

Arcee gets antsy if Buddy is out for too long.

But together they become a deadly duo after all.

Secretly they make up battle moves during training.

[perotovar]

hey sweeties!! kel and i put a list together of all the submissions we got for our event and split them into two masterlists of fics for you all to read and enjoy! this is my part of the list, so if you don't see yours give @beskarandblasters 's list >here< a look and see if that's where your fic/submission ended up!

we can't thank you enough for submitting and helping us give a voice to the smaller writers of the fandom ♥ oh, and for any multi chapter fics/series, we only read the first chapters to make it fair!

please make sure to read each fic's warnings carefully and happy reading! ♥

@iamskyereads - Compulsion (Ezra x ofc!Beatrice)

i can't even begin to describe how much i love this fic already. it's so smart and the worldbuilding?? incredible!! it feels like a sequel to the film, or like it could easily take place in the same universe. just brilliant. and ezra's voice is so clear here, i could hear him saying every word. and the oc, beatrice, is fascinating already, i can't wait to see where it goes!

@all-the-way-down-here - This Is Why We Fight (Dieter x nb!oc!Bell)

i love the start of this. both dieter and bell have excellent characterization and the conversations being had by every character feel so real and are so important. bell's group of friends all sound like friends i would have, and i would love to hang out with them. i love the direction this is going!

@linzels-blog - Delta Palms Tropical Resort (Frankie x f!reader)

ahh what a delightful little fic! it feels very much like an early 2000s rom com and i mean that in the best way! very cute and i love the vibes. everyone's characterization is great and i can't wait to sink my teeth into the rest of it!

@elvenmother - Context and Perspective (Marcus M x f!reader)

completely obsessed with this concept. i love a good enemies to lovers and this is such an awesome way to do it! i always see marcus m fics featuring someone without superpowers, but to have a character that's just as powerful as him? sign me up!

@kedsandtubesocks - In the Dead of the Night (Din x f!reader)

one of my absolute favorite din fics. the worldbuilding and din's creature form is incredible. i love a horror au that's flipped on its head. i also love the "creature is also the hunter" trope and this does that incredibly well. the atmosphere is off the charts.

@ghostofaboy - Rock Bottom (Frankie x original male characters)

god, i don't even know where to begin with this story. it's so raw and visceral and i can't say enough how much i enjoy it. i love reading something new and especially if it's coming from a male perspective. this is, unfortunately, something i could see frankie getting up to. frankie is such a deeply tragic character and this fic does that justice in a dark, but really intriguing way.

@ishabull - The Way We Were Drawn (Marcus P x f!reader)

ohh this is such a sweet fic. i love the imagery painted and the dynamic between marcus and reader is so sweet!

@secretelephanttattoo - Headshots (Marcus P x f!reader)

this fic is beyond sweet and so dreamy. the ideal scenario for anyone, in my humble opinion. who wouldn't want to take pictures of handsome fbi agents and then fall in love with said agent?

@lesbianhotch - you walk by and i fall to pieces (Frankie x f!reader)

THIS WAS THE CUTEST DAMN THING. i love me a nervous frankie (hello, have you read my fic lmao) and this was by far one of the cutest. i'm obsessed with reader's confidence and i just know those two are gonna be menaces once they're together. throw in some patsy cline and i am a goner. this is going on the reread list for sure.

@insomniamamma - Remain Nameless (Ezra & Cee w/ gn!reader)

ok, this one actually made me cry. i'm not sure if it's my own sleep-deprived ass that caused it but this is probably one of the most beautiful but sad fics i've read in a long time. i mean all of this in the best way because i don't normally get emotional from fics. prospect as a movie makes me emotional, though, so it doesn't surprise me that this did as well. it's such an incredible missing scene that i can, unfortunately, see absolutely happening. have some tissues nearby.

@sweetercalypso - Unlikely Friends (Joel x gn!reader)

this fic is one of my absolute favorite fics for joel. a big reason for that is i have a cat named tilly. and imagining joel reluctantly and grumpily cuddling with my tilly makes me emotional, ok??

@softstarlite - The Casualty of Love (Javi P x f!reader)

very cute! i love the awkward tension around not seeing someone for so long and there being a huge glow up maturity-wise from one of them! seeing someone in a new light is always a strange thing and i love the start to these two and their journey!

@julesonrecord - Shots (Jack x f!reader/oc)

probably one of the best post-movie fics i've ever read for jack. the way jack's trauma and therapy is handled is so fucking brilliant and tonic is one of the best fucking characters, god. eva is written so well and i just. i can't recommend this fic enough. if you like jack, hell even if you don't, give this fic a shot. i promise you'll come out of it liking it.

@coulsons-fullmetal-cellist - The Audition (Dieter x f!reader)

goddd this was so cute! dieter's insecurities don't come up very often and i absolutely love what a match he and reader make. she's so sweet with him and takes such good care of him. and he loves her so much and i love them ok

@max--phillips - A Little Lipstick Never Hurts (Max P x f!reader)

this is one of the best explorations into kink that i've ever read. it's so respectful and hot as fuck. completely obsessed with this take on max as a character and i can't get enough of the dynamic between him, reader, (and eventually dieter). it may not be everyone's cup of tea, but i highly encourage you to give it a try. max gets some well deserved lessons taught, and who doesn't love that?

@coastielaceispunk - The Gift of Lingerie (Max L x f!reader)

god, this was so fucking hot. i'm so here for a mentally healed maxwell in a healthy marriage with a fulfilling sex life lol the little bit of teasing on both their parts was beyond sexy and i loved how equal everything felt. ugh, will be rereading this one for sure.

@lotrefcp - Hidden Away (Javi P x f!reader)

i'm obsessed with a no nonsense reader with just as much attitude/sass as javi does lol i just kept reading going GET HIS ASS. an excellent start to a universe i'm excited to sink my teeth into!

@beefrobeefcal - On the Waterfront (Frankie x f!reader)

oh, this is dark. i love the vibes immediately. i've had a weird fascination with the mafia for most of my life and this has that air about it. a dark, chubby mob boss!frankie is right up my alley for sure. i love that he's still frankie tho. sensible, practical, but with an edge. mind the warnings.

@flightlessangelwings - La Estrella de Mi Vida (Javi G x f!reader)

ahhh so romantic and so tragic!! i swear, it's impossible to make javi unappealing but this fic is just so sweet and manages to make me love him even more (somehow). but i love the added drama and tension from outside forces!! i need to read the rest of it asap!

@littlemisspascal - Rockford & Roan (Tim x f!reader)

my god, i love this?? i'm not usually one for superpowers/soulmate au's but i'm in love with the practicality of this? it feels otherworldly without being too much and it's very grounded. i love the reader and the way tim is written is so believable. i love that we as a fandom have created such a visceral image of this character from only a minute's worth of footage!

@something-tofightfor & @the-blind-assassin-12 - Aphelion (Oberyn x Ellaria & f!reader)

goddd the imagery painted in this one. so heartbreaking. absolutely breathtaking. i'm a slut for vampires and i'm a slut for oberyn/ellaria. this is absolutely something i will be reading the rest of lol

@bluestar22x - The Rockford Files (Tim x f!reader)

ok this is insanely good. one of my favorite books of all time is "red dragon" by thomas harris and i felt like i was reading that again while i read this. the details of the case and the cadence of everything was top notch. obsessed with the psychic element thrown in there and i'm beyond excited to see where tim and psy end up next!

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@sweetenerobert - Fiction vs Reality (Tommy Miller x m!reader)

ohhhh my god. you give me a bisexual tattoo artist tommy miller with stretched ears and i'm supposed to be normal about it??? UNLIKELY. i am extremely tempted to edit this into reality ngl but my god. this was so fucking hot lmao

[kairiscorner]

reader creating silly miguel emojis and sending them tk the spider society gc for everyone to use bc shes a fun gal ;p (and she likes annoying him too)

fr. (did i legit make a whole ass dc server for this? yes.) sorry i didn't change my display name to y/n, i got lazy 😭😭😭 also written ver with additional scenes under the cut !!

(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

shitting on miggy cutely. 🫶— miguel o'hara x reader

✧ written version !! ✧

after lyla had signed miguel up for a discord account, much to his frustration, you immediately got a hold of his username (which was really generic, he named himself: 'miguelohara' at first, but lyla changed it up to: 'migolohellnawh') and added him to the spider society's discord server. you made a channel that was dedicated to showing miguel all the stickers and emojis you and the society had made that was just full of memes of miguel. thanks to earth-928's social media, you were all fed with silly stickers and emojis of him for days; you all had a spam channel where hobie and pav would have contests to see whose thumbs could spam more miguel shitpost memes, but that would be a story for another day.

as miguel got notified that he was added to a server, the first thing that caught his eye was the vulgarly named channel of the server: "shitting on miggy". he brought his eyebrows together and tapped on the bold text of the channel's name. he asked what that channel was for, pointing out the name in a disappointed manner as he typed. lyla giggled under her breath as she watched miguel try to act intimidating and angry over text, but his scrunched up face crinkled even more as he saw that the first thing you sent him was a sticker of his stern, stoic face that had the words: "this ugly son of a bitch is fucking super hot chicks and basically you are fucking stupid. how? ...just watch the free video."

miguel had clicked the sticker, and he saw the file name: "singlehotmominyourarea". he huffed as he texted you, asking you what that was that you sent, because he thought it was an actual link to something. he took his reading glasses and, when he could make out what it said, he got angrier than he already was earlier. he told you what you sent was not at all funny, and when you replied that—no, it certainly wasn't... it was very hysterical, though—you sent him a very pink and cutesy sticker of him with cat ears. miguel groaned as lyla took a hundred screenshots remotely from his phone. "where are you even getting these?" he asked you as you kept sending him more shitpost stickers.

"but i don't even like horses." miguel muttered as he saw the "save a horse, ride a cowboy" sticker you sent. "yeah, you're scared of them." lyla reminded him as he rolled his eyes. "no need to remind me." he said as he typed out that he 'hated' (didn't fear, there's a difference, and that is that miguel is fucking lying, he is scared of horses) horses. but of course, you knew his secret, and miguel pounded his fist against the arm of his computer chair. "are you seriously telling them on your end?" he asked lyla as she stuck her tongue out and shrugged, looking all smug as miguel grumbled and told you that he didn't ask for your correction, only for you to send an emoji of your favorite girl dinner: his five course meal ass on display.

"yeah, you need ass correction 'bee cee' this bakery is packed; what...?" he read aloud as lyla groaned. "get with the times, old man." "we don't say stuff like that in 2099 anymore, don't tell me to get with the times." he told his AI assistant as he looked through the emoji catalogue you guys had, and among them all, a colorful one stood out to him and he sent it—hoping you could tell him what was on the emoji, but knowing you, you'd of course mess with him again. you told him the emoji, which was promptly named: "doublecheekedup", meant the very sticker you sent him in response. it was similar to the cat-eared one, but it read: "i <3 my girlfriend", with miguel's angry face in the heart.

miguel looked at it all confused and pulled his reading glasses away from his face and back on to see if he was reading this right. he asked you if he was supposed to be flattered about your sticker, with him immediately following up with his honest opinion; that it was irritating instead of flattering to him. you told him the sticker was more 'sexy' than it was irritating or flattering, and you soon sent him another sticker, where he was diving face first with his legs spread and bottom out. miguel looked at it all baffled and flustered, where were you getting these photos...?

you asked him who he was spreading for, asking if it was you, while sending him an emoji with his back turned to the camera and his ginormous bottom in full view. miguel couldn't make out the text in the emoji and told you the text was too minute for him to read it. he also cleared up that he wasn't intentionally spreading his cheeks for anyone, he had just 'stumbled'. "sure ya did." lyla said as she appeared over miguel's shoulder with a smug grin on her face. "i really didn't, though." miguel said as lyla nodded slowly, her smug grin not leaving her face as miguel saw your next message. "because you wanted to spread your asscheeks for me, i didn't spread for anybody!" he screamed aloud in the confines of his office, pounding his fist on the arm of his computer chair as you sent the girl dinner emoji that was the very profile picture of the spider society's discord server.

miguel was heated in the face and heaving... oh, was there some unspoken feelings he was hiding about your little provocative words? maybe... he might sound like he wants out of the server immediately, but deep in his heart, he'd stay; even if you'd annoy the shit out of him with those damned emojis and stickers. they were irritating, yes, and maybe just the tiniest bit flattering in a twisted way for him. "wow, you're a masochist." lyla pointed out as miguel mumbled for her to shut up, but she was right as always.

tags !! @miguelswifey04 @binibinileonara @simsrandomstuff @luvstarrstruck @popeheywardssecretgf @meeom @arachnoia @melovetitties @ophanimgold @hisachuu @wreakingmarveloushavok

[jungshookz]

well, don't just stand there, stranger... come give me a hug!!!!!

hello!!!!!

i know it's been a long LONG time since i've posted anything on here but i can officially say that i have come home and also WHY did nobody clean up after themselves because this house is looking very dusty and the milk that i used for my coffee has curdled so someone please take care of that

all jokes aside i am back!!! i'm sorry for disappearing on everyone the way i did. if i'm being perfectly honest (because i always want to be honest with you guys) i'd gotten into my first relationship with someone who turned out to be pretty toxic and i'd completely lost myself because i was so hyper-focused on trying to make him happy and make the relationship work. i lost all motivation to write which was devastating because writing had been such a huge part of my life ESPECIALLY when it came to this blog and the lil community we made together.

i won't go into too much detail but i'm okay and healing now! i've missed all of you so much and i'm so excited to get the headquarters back up and running! i'm excited to talk to you guys every day again and get back into writing!! please excuse me while i get reacquainted with the blog and get settled into things.,,. if u notice any screaming from my office and glitching on the blog it's just because i'm bonking the side of my monitor trying to figure out how things work around here bc as u all know i hated technology in the first place and only know how to write and post and nothing else

and thank you to all of you who sent in or continued to send messages to me. it really means so incredibly much to me that you cared enough to say something and check in on me. when i left i didn't think it would be a big deal because people leave all the time but scrolling through my messages this morning i was like huh! maybe me poofing into thin air did a little more damage to our home than i thought!!!! i'll try to respond to all the messages but if i don't get to yours please know that i've read it and i see you and appreciate you!

i love you guys so much and missed you more than you even know! i'm ready to see where the future takes us :-)

ok seriously where's the mop bc there is a layer of dust on the ground

cee <3

[treedaddymcpuffpuff]

Beneath Miles of Stone - Part five - John Wick x Plus Size Fem Reader

Summary: John has been in prison for nine months. He’s content to stay if it means appeasing the high table and keeping peace between the owners of each continental. However, he meets someone who erases that willingness. Peace be dammed.

TW: Bullying

Michael has a lot of stuff. A lot of heavy stuff. Despite him assuring her that he can move it all in on his own, she still wants to help.

It would be kind of a dick move if she didn’t assist with all of this. An hour in, and the apartment is already transformed from bland and empty into a hoard of pastel rainbow decor and soft white staple pieces.

She takes a break to admire the painting of a fluffy white angel cat over watercolor Van Gogh scenery. Michael comes through the door, panting, with his White Cottage microwave in tow.

“Who painted this?” She asks him.

He smiles, blushes, puts the microwave down and then his hand on his hips. “I did.”

Her eyes grow wide. “This is amazing.”

He chuckles. “Thank you.”

She likes Michael a lot already, but she’s also very jealous of him and his many talents and cool possessions. He makes her want to decorate and be creative, both skills she’s never been able to possess correctly.

She hasn’t gotten the key made yet, so she goes out and does that while he starts unpacking his things. By the time she’s done, her apartment looks astonishing. Fairy lights twinkle over gauze white curtains and a big speaker plays soft hiphop music in one corner of the living room. Her couch is full of comfy white and grey fluffy throw pillows. An incense burner releases gourmand, smoky aroma into the air.

Michael is stretched out on the couch, taking a break, watching Legally Blonde on DVD. Her small TV is now in her room and his bigger flatscreen dwarfs the stand that it was on.

She sits down beside him with two glasses of water. Before she can set hers down on the coffee table, he stops her. “Wait! Coasters!”

He digs through two boxes of stuff before he finds new marble coasters for them to set their drinks on.

She laughs at him and he grins back. “I know, I know,” he tells her, “typical trust fund kid BS.”

“You’re fine,” she says. “I was laughing at the coasters because the table is already a mess.”

“Listen,” he says, “this table just needs some tee ell cee. A sander and some paint would do her wonders.” He pats the wooden top.

“Can I help?” She asks, excited and jumping at the opportunity a little too eagerly.

“Of course you can,” he assures.

She remembers him telling her that his mother is an artist. “Did your mom teach you to paint?”

He nods. “She also taught me how to make miniatures. You know, like dollhouses but for adults?”

“That’s amazing. Do you trade art with her?”

“I do,” he says, “we send things back and forth in the mail. Although my dad says it ‘clogs up their post office box’.”

“He’s not a fan of art?”

Michael snorts. “He hates everything except golf. Sometimes I think he hates me.”

She shakes her head. “Does he really hate you? You’re the perfect son.”

Michael sighs. “No, but he hates gay people, so it’s close enough. When I first came out to him, if my mother wouldn’t have been there, he would’ve probably shot me. He’s a real man’s man if you know what I mean...”

She nods, smiling ruefully. “Oh, I know exactly what you mean.”

Michael thinks for a moment. “We should get a dog.”

“I would love that, but it’s no pets here.”

He raises his eyebrows and sips at his water. “What they don’t know won’t hurt them.”

They decide it has to be a quiet dog, one who’s comfortable being alone at night, and there are an abundance of local shelters displaying perfect furry candidates online.

“Rocky. Pitbull mix. Potty trained, good with kids and other pets, sweet and loves everyone.” She shows Michael a picture of a medium sized black, stout dog with shiny grey eyes.

Michael shows her his own selection, a retired service beagle named Winnie. “Short for Winnifred,” he reads, “loves people and other pets, very polite, and hardly ever barks.”

“I love them both,” she groans, leaning back into the couch cushions.

“Same,” Michael sighs. “It’s one in the afternoon. Do you work tonight?”

“Yup.” She presses an arm over her face, blocking out the ceiling light.

“Don’t you have to sleep?” He asks.

She’s not tired at all because she slept through the night—wet dreams work wonders on insomnia—but she agrees because Michael sounds like he needs some alone time. Plus, her DVDs and TV are in her room now, and if she can’t sleep she can watch an old, comfortable flick.

The problem isn’t getting to sleep, it’s staying there—waking up sweating, gasping, whining John’s name. She slaps her mouth shut, presses her face into her pillow, and prays to any deity listening that her voice wasn’t loud enough for Michael to hear. First day in the new place and his roommate is a fiend. It would make any sane person want to revoke their rental agreement immediately.

She should be embarrassed and anxious that Michael potentially heard her, but instead she’s grinding against her sheets and thinking of tall men handcuffed to beds.

This won’t work. This isn’t working. She’s so pent up that it’s borderline painful. She sticks her hand into her sleep pants, past her underwear, and into a sloppy mess, tries to think about anything but John while she rubs herself raw, but in doing so her brain latches onto the thought of him and pretty soon he’s the only thing on her mind.

She tries to paint a decent fantasy of what she would like sex with him to be, but really she doesn’t give a shit as long as it’s him. And that’s what scares her. He could be absolutely celibate and she’d still crave whatever he wanted to give her whether it be a rough kick or a soft caress—she’d be his dog, and **this is the worst time for her to realize that because her alarm is going off for work.

She orgasms at the cost of being ten minutes late.

The locker room lights are off when she goes to put her things away, which is unusual. Since she started, they’ve been lit around the clock. In fact, she’s not even sure where the light switch is in here because she’s never had to use it. Fumbling around in the pitch black is making her even tardier. Finally, when she finds the switch and flips it, the room illuminates, and standing under the migraine-inducing glow is someone who makes headaches seem like a dream come true.

Benny grins from his seat on the bench, which he quickly abandons in favor of looming over her. Once again, the sweaty, edematous mass of him blocks her exit.

She’s too busy contemplating if anyone would hear her scream to see him hold his open palm out expectantly.

“Give it to me,” he says.

“What?” She asks, imagining in another universe she sounds angry and oppositional instead of whiny and terrified. In another universe, she can also kick his ass. Not in this one, though. In this universe, she does as Benny demands and hands him her phone so she doesn’t have to suffer through the touch of his greasy skin a second time.

He holds her phone in one hand while the other holds his own. She doesn’t bother trying to see what he’s doing because she can’t get her feet to move let alone stand on tiptoes and look over his shoulder.

This goes on for a while in which her only thought consists of asking herself if she could run to the door and make it into the populated infirmary before he can catch her. Again, this is a solution mainly dependent on her stubborn feet.

She’s not really worried about what he puts on her phone. It’s what he’s getting from it that sets her pulse careening.

He reaches out and tries to shove it into her jacket pocket, but luckily that’s when her feet decide to save her and step away from his hands. He scowls at her like she just insulted his mother.

“Fine.” Benny opens his hand and drops her phone on the stone floor. She winces when she hears the shatter, then looks back up at his pleased, disgusting expression.

“Remember our trip.” He pushes past her, not enough to hurt but to make her yelp and stumble, and slams the door shut on his way out.

Her phone isn’t broken. The screen has a tiny crack in one corner but other than that it’s still perfect.

She grabs her bag from her locker and brings it with her to the nurse’s station, labeling the locker room as an unsafe and off limits space, which are becoming more bountiful by the day.

John is not her patient tonight. On her day off they must have had an influx of admissions because she’s responsible for 10 of them and the infirmary is unusually and appropriately staffed.

Her hopes of his nurse trading him are slim to none because he’s a wonderful patient and over time everyone has seemed to agree that they want him on their assignment sheet.

The other nurse’s that take and give her report always talk about what a cool, easy going guy he is and how they’re surprised that he needs that many guards with him.

“What do you think he did?” Stan, one of the day shift nurses, asks her.

“My bet’s on released a circus full of wild animals and let them trample a small town, but I could be wrong.” She taps her pen against her report sheet and laughs at her own joke.

Stan snorts. “He probably killed some rich guys.”

The other nurses like him so much that most of their theories on why John is in four point restraints with four men guarding him at all times is because he’s done something valiant that pissed someone powerful off.

That’s probably the other reason his wound looks better; not just because of her, but because if you like a patient or connect with them you’re more than likely going to give them the best care you can provide.

If she’s honest, it kind of makes her feel sick. Not because everyone has grown to like John, but because that means she’ll have less chance of being his nurse from here on out. Also, she knows it’s kindergarten mentality, but she liked him and treated him well first while the other ones had to get to know him beforehand.

Her case load is heavy. A couple IV’s, wound changes, someone with a tracheostomy. She sits down to chart, finally, at 3 AM.

One of the other nurses, Bill, calls for her across the hall.

She fights the urge to groan while standing on sore feet and walking over to his medication cart.

Bill grins at her, looking like he’s really enjoying himself. “My patient in 9 wants to see you.”

“Me?” She asks.

Bill shrugs, still looking very amused. “He says he needs to tell you something.”

“What?”

“I don’t know,” Bill tells her. “Seems that he likes your company, though.” He gives an eyebrow raise at the awkward expression crawling onto her face.

She reminds herself that this her workplace for the 80th time and that Bill’s suggestive expressions are just him messing around. Joking. That’s all. He’s joking.

John is watching the door, waiting for her. When she pops in like a mouse and scurries to his bed, he feels the urge to pat her on the head for showing up which would be the only thing he could do to stop himself from grabbing her up and kissing her.

His smile is wide and genuine. “How’s the roommate search?”

“Uh, I got one.” She smiles timidly, hoping he doesn’t think she’s erratic and air-headed for finding someone so fast

His eyes widen just the smallest bit. “That’s good, is she…nice?”

She nods too eagerly. “He’s great. And he has great decorations.”

The key word here—at least the one his ears attune to—is he. Not because a woman and a man living together automatically entails romance or connection, but because John knows men—John is a man—and most of them turn out to be less than good.

He tries not to look mean, to keep his smile, to focus on her being here with him in the present and alive and well; If he doesn’t, rage will start talking, nefarious, whispering sin in his ear, assuring him that it wouldn’t be hard to break out of these handcuffs and make sure her roommate becomes her loyal dog for the rest of the time he spends living with her and alive.

“If you wouldn’t have suggested it, I’d probably be homeless by next week.” She tries to sway the conversation toward optimism because she sees something in his expression that reads like he’s a little upset. He probably does think she’s a moron at this point.

Maybe it’s just good that she’s happy. He tries to shift focus onto that. The roommate can’t be malignant if she’s so upbeat.

It’s been very easy to talk to John most times, but then there are moments like this when something awkward and unsaid hangs between them and more often than not she doesn’t know what it is. Maybe he doesn’t either.

“Just be careful,” is what he decides to say.

She chuckles. “I will, don’t worry.”

He doesn’t understand what’s funny—again, but he appreciates the laugh. One of them can get him through a few hours, and they’re so easy to wring out of her pretty throat.

One of the security guards stands, stretches, yawns. He says he’s going to take a break. The other guards are asleep, so once he leaves they’ll be alone.

“I’m gonna go to vending, John you want anything?” He asks.

John shakes his head no. “Thanks.”

“I’m sorry if I bothered you while you were busy,” he says, too eager to talk as soon as the guard walks out. “I just wanted to make sure you were alright.”

She purses her lips, which he thinks means she’s trying not to leak an expression that will probably be embarrassing. Really, she’s trying to tame her lion heart back into its cage before it sinks its teeth into him and refuses to let go.

“I’m okay, John.” She attempts smiling. “You’re the one in the hospital bed.”

He shrugs like his stab wound and near death are just a hiccup.

She talks again. “And I’m glad you called me in. I like talking to you.”

His face is all smile now. “Likewise.”

He tells her to pull up a chair if she wants, and she steals one of the metal ones that the breaking guard left behind, sitting by his bedside. They start with a casual conversation about the weather that turns into a discussion on harsh winters in Belarus.

“Did you grow up there?” She asks him.

He nods. “I traveled a lot.”

“So, you’re Russian?” She puts her chin in her palm and stares at him like he is the most interesting person in the world. She’s adorable like this. He wants to brush the stray hairs from her cheeks.

“Yes. American, now.”

“Do you speak Russian?” Her eyebrows raise.

“да, красивая девушка” His tone automatically slides into a deeper baritone when he says this, and it makes her shudder.

He needs to be nerfed. Outlawed. He should not be handsome, nice, like-able, and be able to speak a different language in his perfect voice. It’s really not fair at all.

She’s too busy trying to tame her rogue thoughts to ask him what he even said. The desire to climb into his lap and straddle him crosses her mind twenty times in different ways. She blinks heavy. “You’re the coolest person I know.”

They talk until the guard comes back from his break, mainly about Belarus and what it was like there and where else he has traveled.

Although she has a ton of charting to catch up on, she doesn’t want to leave him. The taste of human connection is on her tongue after a couple years of abstinence and she’s becoming addicted.

When she exits his room, it’s with reluctance and impressive self control.

She tells him to sleep. He promises he’ll try.

It would be easier to do her job if she wasn’t catching Benny sneering at her whenever they’re in the same space, but she gets through it, reasoning that John has it worse than her because he has to suffer through six hours with the asshole guard in his room. And, it’s easier also because of…well, John himself.

[cha-melodius]

hii!! for the director's commentary asks, i'd love to hear bout the celebrities' bakeoff au 'All The Old Showstoppers', the cheese shop worker!Henry AU 'Will You Brie Mine?; and lastly, 'Please Don't Let Me Be So Understood'!! ⭐Feel free to talk about any sections you'd like!⭐

Ooh ok tidbits for each:

All the Old Showstoppers: I’d always wanted to write a Bake Off AU but a FULL Bake Off season was gonna really require a long multichap to do it justice. I realized that I could do a Celebrity Bake Off AU and that’d be only two days of actual Bake Off. Of course it still took me 20k but that was a lot more manageable when I was just coming off a 66k fic. I loved the idea of Alex and Henry coming together a little later, having had a few more years to mellow out. A lot of people assume Alex has already had his bi awakening in this fic based on how he flirts with Henry, but I’m honestly agnostic on that front; tbh I feel like he might have started having thoughts but never really completed that journey until Henry (kinda like movie Alex I guess, though this was written before!). Also keep an eye out for more ATOS trivia later lol, I have another ask for this one.

Will You Brie Mine?: written for a prompt for ‘Harrods food hall’ by @tintagel-or-cockleshells, I considered Henry at a few different counters (pastry, chocolate), but ultimately decided cheese because of Henry’s canonical cheese recs in Paris. I did a bunch of research like “most unusual cheeses” to find ones that’d be lots of fun and also romantic. I took a while picking out the right fancy Mexican cheese, but my faves are probably the tete de moine and the story behind the Neufchâtel, because I got to have Alex call it ‘occupier cheese’.

And oh goodness, Please Don’t Let Me Be So Understood: god I was terrified to post this fic because it was SO difficult to write all those therapy sessions and I wasn’t sure people were gonna want to read 20k of therapy?? And it performed beyond my wildest dreams tbh. I wrote the initial setup for this and then almost abandoned it when I started doing research about couple’s therapy because I was convinced I couldn’t pull it off. I didn’t want it to be a caricature of therapy, I wanted it to be real. But I posted a snippet of it and @celeritas2997 came into my dms to yell at me about it and also to offer her professional assistance, which made me feel a lot better. She’s the entire reason it got written, so everyone say “thank you, Cee!”

My favorite therapy session to write was the ���sex talk’ one for obvious reasons lol, but also because it features Alex ‘coming out’ in therapy before he’s fully realized that he’s bisexual, and I just loved that moment so much. Another fun fact is that this is the second time I’ve written a Coney Island date into a fic (the other is a different fandom). I guess I just love a Coney Island date. 😂

(Fanfic Writers: Director’s Cut)

[tu-naranja]

THE TEACHER NEXT DOOR - A Miss Circle x Miss Bloomie Fanfic

Chapter 1 - Last First Day

"What do you want to be when you grow up?"

"Hmm... A science teacher, what about you, what do you want to be?"

"Heh... I'll be whatever you want to be!"

.

. b l o o m i e...

. Bloomie?..

"BLOOMIE!" Thavel yelled slamming her fists down on my desk.

"AHH!" I jumped back in my chair startled by her. Angrily, I slammed my fists back on my desk at her, "Don't fucking scare me like that!"

"You weren't listening to a word I said!" Thavel exclaimed dramatically throwing her hands up.

"I was listening, I was just... thinking," I replied rolling my eyes.

"Oh yeah, thinking about what?!" She snapped.

Suddenly, the chair from the desk beside mind screeched disrupting our quarreling and I couldn't help but turn to face the teacher of that oh so annoying chair that got on my nerves... Miss Circle.

"Oh... I see~" Thavel whispered nudging my shoulder. I growled at her as she give me that stupid cheeky grin she does when Circle's around.

We watched as the math teacher quietly gathered her stuff and left the staff room. As soon as the door closed behind her a sighed escaped my mouth and I sadly bowed my head.

"I still don't know why you two stopped talking," Thavel said.

I sigh once again and stood up from my desk, gathering my things for my first class of the first day. Miss Thavel followed, gathering her things then exiting the staff room with me.

"Ya know, you still haven't answered my question from earlier," Thavel brought up.

"What was it?" I asked.

"Do you know when the faculty is starting prep for the college entrance exams?" she asked, "I dropped my phone in the toilet so I didn't get the see the group chat."

"I think they said something about starting as soon as possible, somewhere between late September to early October," I answered.

"Damn, they aren't playing around this year," Thavel said as we both came to a hault at her classroom door, "Thanks for letting me know, we'll chat at lunch." She said then entered her classroom.

I continued my walk down the hallway and up to the third floor. By the time I reached the last step I was gasping for air. Why did they place all the science classes at the top floor?! They don't give a damn about us science teachers while all the business subjects got the ground floor. After catching my breath, I made my way to my classroom.

"Morning class," I said resting my textbooks and markers down on my desk. I was given the seniors this year which meant I had to do college EE prep for Bio. Flights of stairs and now loads of work on my tiny back, great!

"Okay class, this is your last year, which means double the work, usually, I would've done introductions for the first day but prep is really early this year so I'm doing a dive straight into the work, I want to us finish the syllabus by January so we can focus on past papers for the rest of the semester," I explained, "Today we'll be learning about the digestive system so turn to page 118."

As everyone flickered through their text books, I took the chance to scribble the date and topic on the board and wait. My eyes wondered from the board to the room next door. Miss Circle's classroom. New Semester, new attitude huh. Surprisingly her door was wide open. I was a bit intrigued since she usually keeps it close and locked while mine stayed open. Curious, I peeked over into her class.

"Listen up class!" She yelled at the students. It looks like she has a senior class too since I over heard her explaining the CEE prep to them. "Hey! What did I say about eating in my class Oliver!" She yelled at a student, "Is that a pack of oreos I see,give me that!" She dashed off to somewhere in the classroom when she came back up front she was ravaging the snack. As she downed the last cookie she looked up at her doorway and we locked eyes. She then walked over and slammed the door shut then locked it.

I sighed and continued on with my class. I guess she just forgot to close it.

.

.

Lunch rolled around and I made my way through the busy hallways where I bumped into Sasha and we chatted all the way to the staff room where we met up with Thavel.

"We should go drinking tonight!" Thavel suggests.

"I don't think that's a good idea..." I added.

"Oh come on Bloomie," Sasha whined, "All the teachers always go out to drink on the first school night, it's a tradition and you're the only one that don't show up, even Grace shows up and she's like... the principal."

" Well that's her, 1. I have a low alcohol tolerance and 2. I'm not showing up the work hung-over and Sasha don't you teacher the kindergarteners?!" I stated, "This is dumb, why can't we do this on a Friday or something?"

"It's to boring, everyone drinks and party on a Friday, that's why where doing this on a Monday, to spice things up," Sasha adds.

"I swear for adults you guys are irresponsible," I mumbled.

"Come on girl, we're nearly in our 40's we're not getting any younger, plus when was the last time you brought anyone home," Sasha said pulling at my nerves.

Thavel chuckled not making me feel any better. "Come on Bloomie, you need to have some fun and stop being so serious all the time, we'll monitor how much you drink."

As much as I felt offended, they were kinda right. I was a bit too serious and strict and I haven't been in a relationship for a long while. I did need to take a break. "But we literally just came back from vacation."

[clare-with-no-i]

20 q's for fic writers

thank you sooo so much for tagging me @kay-elle-cee I unfortunately could not approach this in a completely earnest fashion due to who I am as a person, so everyone please take this slightly ersatz set of answers with all of the love I intend…which is a lot I swear…

AO3 Username: clarewithnoi (pronounced 'clare with no eye')

1. How many works do you have on A03? lol I keep orphaning stories when they annoy me but for now 37 (I think?)

2. What’s your total Ao3 word count? 403,419…what is this word city

3. What fandoms do you write for? Harry Potter, Percy Jackson, others which I have not published lol

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

not the statistics page!!!!!!! john mulaney voice that's the thing I'm sensitive about!!!!!!

one long day (all my love will make you shake) at 1,151 WOW my god I did not realize it had surpassed 1k!!! did I know that? holy shit!

I will carry you, always at 873 ok this is also shocking but I do know that my they-lived AUs tend to be more popular and they're older so they've had time to accumulate hits

foreigner's god at 701 still can't believe this <3

theogony at 682 (!!)

growing pains at 675 another they-lived AU! I really carved out a niche early on

5. Do you respond to comments? don't look at me…I always want to…I swear I just get overwhelmed…put the gun down please…

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? uhhhh jesus idk, probably the derelict art of letting go? I don't write a lot of angst but I guess that one is on the sadder side

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? foreigner's god! or I will carry you always! in one of them I contend with reincarnation and shared grief and second chances at life. in the other one they hook up in the DADA classroom. so it's a toss-up

8. Do you get hate on fics? not really, and given the number of public fights I've had on this account you'd think that people would take their dislike of me to ao3 more often, but everyone's been remarkably charitable in that regard. thanks guys <3

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? only if I can exorcise personal trauma through it. or if it's 2020 and I'm dissociating in my studio apartment.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? no and no one say theogony or I'm turning this bus around

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? yessiree and it was not pleasant!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? yes! a few! the ones with my permission were lovely. the ones without my permission not as much.

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

14. What’s your all time favorite ship? it's like a three-way tie between jily, percabeth, and zelink tbh! but I've mainly read jily fic in the past few years I think. but this answer can change dependent on me developing a new hyperfixation lmao

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? the last time I answered this question I did it as a joke and then I wrote theogony about it so I'm going to choose peace and just plead the fifth here lest I commit to another wip that'll take three years

16. What are your writing strengths? I do a lot of (an excess of) research, I'm good at description, I am funny when I want to be, I've had some really good prose moments if I do say so myself (I do)

17. What are your writing weaknesses? I am structurally a very weak writer, I can't be succinct, I don't have a great literature background so I never really know what I'm in conversation with and have limited points of reference for writing, I am very bad at writing characters who are subtle about their emotions/romantic feelings, I submit to time pressure and rush myself, the list goes on

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? I've always wanted to write a fic in Spanish omgggg

19. First fandom you wrote for? either Zelink or Percabeth when I was like 12 lol.

20. Favourite fic you’ve written? theogony!

tagging @thequibblah yes I know you've been tagged already. cope <3 and @mipwrites go get 'em champ

[socksjinie]

sunshower, 02 | jungkook

synopsis. they say past lives can never go between fated lovers... will that be their case?

✿ for those who read wonder and under the pouring rain, this serves as a distant past of the two.

pairing. jungkook x oc

genre. warrior jk and deity oc + fluff + smut + angst + past lives

word count. 3520

warnings. mention of slaughter, blood, death, and actual fight scene

a/n. another chapter dedicated to a friend who's been with me through sunshine and rain ♡ happy birthday to my amazing guardian! thank you for meaning and doing so much for me~ i love you, cee, through all my lifetimes!

chapters. 01 — 02 — 03

She almost didn’t show up to see the lights. 

After being struck with the unpleasant intensity of feelings she had never experienced that early morning, she felt the urge to stay inside for the night. Something felt oddly out of place. She wasn’t acting like her deity self. Unfortunately and without much choice, she had to countlessly remind herself as she groomed her hair, that she had come to Joseon with a mission. She had no time to unravel the causes of the sudden commotion within herself as she had come to fulfill a promise to a dear friend. 

And so, after being pampered with expensive silk and golden accessories all over her hair to meet expectations, she forced herself to step outside when the sun went down and the people started filling the narrow streets with paper lanterns. 

While she strolled around, it was visible how everyone felt cheerful, hopeful, and blissfully forgetful of the dangers being faced recently with a Kumiho on the loose. The streets, even if for just one night, felt like magic. 

The more she followed the crowd on the pretense of enjoying the festivities like everyone else, the more she felt enchanted by her surroundings. Her ears were blessed with the buzz of laughter, and the songs played by the street entertainers made her forget for brief moments she was actually hunting. The moonshine reached every little corner, eager to bless the event, and the town folks showed gratitude through cheerful chitchatting as they drank the night away.  

She stopped by a stand filled with colorful trinkets, committed to analyzing further the regalia as she caught notice of a large group passing by. The men all wore the colors of the king’s officers, and instinctively her eyes searched for a familiar face walking amongst them.

There was a slight disappointment that grew in the pit of her stomach for Jeon Jungkook not being in their midst. 

Instead, as she glanced further on, she found him standing relaxed on a balcony, escorted by some of his men as he made conversation with scholars. With a certain hesitancy to her movements, she settled for watching from a distance. Underneath the short cloth that hangs from the stall, she watched him make an enthusiastic toast, shining under the moonlight, completely unaware of her eyes on him. Some of his companions lunged by his side, under the effect of the alcohol, spilling the content on the floor and causing a ruckus while he laughed. 

If it was not for the old seller calling for her attention, she would have probably stayed there the whole night. Planted like a tall tree, unable to do anything but watch that particular Officer’s existence. 

With a small apology, she gave back the hairpin she had been holding in hand to its merchant and walked slowly toward the busy street. Her eyes never left his figure. 

Afraid of being uncovered for now being in his direct line of sight, she took refuge in the shadow of a house, right across the street. People passed by, following the sound of the drums that were being played up ahead on the large square, but everything felt like background noise to her. And Jungkook apparently, since his eyes never lowered to the street. She was partially thankful for this, however, as it was the only reason he hadn’t spotted her yet. 

The more she watched him, the more it started to feel hard suppressing the insistent grin that threatened to appear on her features every time the Officer laughed or scrunched his nose as his fellow mates made jokes. Her mind twirled in the process, eager to find the reason why she felt so compelled by his actions. She certainly had never felt such a thing before, let alone something incited by a human being. And perhaps that was why her eyes seemed so stubborn to leave him. 

Clouded by curiosity and enchanted by his mannerisms, she almost didn’t notice how the Madam from earlier that day, Madam Lee as the family she stayed with had informed, had approached him with the excuse of pouring him another drink. The woman that made her way through and unabashedly ignored the other customers was wearing her best silk, she noticed, probably intended for this moment alone and not the festival itself. She proudly displayed a Cheshire cat smile that prickled the deity that watched the scene from a tucked alley. 

Madam Lee was overflowing with happiness, and if she recalled that terrible morning well enough, this was the first time Jungkook attended the festival as the hostess asked him to. 

Her eyebrows furrowed suddenly bothered, as she saw the mistress pull him by his sleeve implying that she would like to tell him something with some discretion. The rest of the scholars seemed distracted enough with their drinks and uproar to even notice. Jungkook eyed her for a few seconds before nodding, as if encouraging Madam Lee to speak, which she did do, but only after tugging on his sleeve once more to bring his ear closer to her mouth. 

If the deity were in her fox form, she would have growled enraged upon seeing the scene. Why the display before her eyes led to such behavior being incited in her, she wouldn’t know. The same thing had happened that morning and although she had spent the evening pondering, she still didn't have an answer. Nor a change in her animalistic behavior.

Thunder started dancing in her irises the moment Madam Lee chuckled shily as she kept whispering close to the Officer’s ear. In a split second, Jungkook’s eyes which had been nonchalantly staring up ahead left the plaza to scan the busy street and to his surprise, were met with the fox’s instead. Their eyes clashed like magnets and an electrifying jolt ran through her body. 

Just then a gust of wind rushed down the street and part of her untied hair floated with it. She saw how the corners of Jungkook’s mouth lifted up as he eyed her, and she couldn’t help how her eyebrows knitted further, furious. Her golden orbs betrayed her as they didn’t leave him, she couldn’t break the connection no matter how she tried, still, she was able to notice the girl beside him waiting for an answer. Jeon Jungkook just forgot to give her one.  

With a thumping heart, she tried to calm herself down to prevent a storm from forming and consequently ruining the event. The light wind was proving hard enough to deal with for the folks who crossed her way, as their gowns danced unstopping around them and hats were lost to the skies amidst laughter. 

Still, their eyes were locked, and Madam Lee started to get confused by the Officer’s sudden reaction as she was left forgotten by his side without his reply.

A shrieking sound is what finally breaks their hypnotic gaze. A scream coming from the plaza. Jungkook briefly averts his eyes with fright, hand coming to his sword attached to his belt. He sees a commotion up ahead, and people running from it. The scholars standing on the balcony next to him grow agitated, much like their betrothed and the servants. He glances toward the alley again but the mysterious woman whose looks seem to intrigue him isn’t there anymore. He leans over the balcony to check if she is tucked just underneath him but finds turmoil instead. Just more people running, scared. Perhaps she ran too, he thinks. 

With a quick command, his men follow him down to the streets. They see themselves opening the way through a sea of people who ran in the opposite direction. 

Approaching the center of the square, they are able to spot what had frightened everyone with such terror. A lifeless body was half fallen from behind the curtains of a small carriage. The eyes of the poor woman were still wide open in shock, the only thing missing was the color in her pupils. Where there should be a dark circle was now a muddy canvas painted in all white.

The scene gets even more atrocious, as Jungkook cautiously opens the curtain to inspect and is greeted with her ribcage torn apart. He doesn’t have the time to check what is missing as he already knows who is behind this. Better yet, what is behind this grotesque crime. 

The Officer quickly orders two of his men to stay put by the body, some to keep the villagers out of the streets, and his second commanding officer to follow him toward the woods. The bloodied path left by the culprit was unmistakenly pointing to the borders of the city, right where the pine trees divided territory. 

Jungkook wills his sword as soon as he arrives at the entrance of the wooden portal, taking a step inside the maze canopied by overhanging trees. His focus is solely on the beast he was born to catch. 

She had successfully tracked the Kumiho to the woods as her deity gifts seemed to be working again and her senses were all heightened. Her human feet opened a path through the dense vegetation in the dark without the need of holding a torch to be able to see. 

It was clear as day the direction she needed to follow due to the scent of blood that sickened her to her core. The Kumiho was close by, she could feel it in her bones. Climbing to the middle branch of a tall tree, she decided to hunt from above, decided to surprise her prey instead of frontal combat, or even risk the escape of this unworthy being. 

With feathered feet, she humped silently from tree to tree in the dark, slowly closing the gap between them. She was able to see the shadows of the Kumiho mingling in the dark foliage as it ran. It wasn’t wearing its fox-like appearance, but instead using the image of a young woman bearing nothing but her undergarments. She was so close that the Kumiho’s uneasiness was palpable to her through the air. 

And then suddenly there was nothing. 

Her body jerked at the intensity of a total blankness and she felt dizzy. Her feet wobbled as she tried desperately to regain balance on top of the tree branch, steadying her breathing and dis-compassed heart so as to not fall. When she was finally able to stand again, the Kumiho she was so close to catching had long disappeared. 

The sound of warped laughter echoed around her. The Kumiho celebrates its escape as she launches from the tree to the ground, snapping her head in every direction possible, unable to use her night vision as she had done before. What is happening?, she desperately questions herself as she tries to form figures in the dark. It didn’t help that the moon had hidden itself behind the density of the trees. 

She was never one to throw in the towel, however. Despite the debt she had to pay due to the promise she had made, now catching this monster was a matter of honor. So crouching where she was in between the branches and the damp grass she closed her eyes, solely focusing on her hearing instead. Even if it wasn’t heightened, she could still hear well in her human form. 

Her eyes opened in a snap, sharp as the tip of a sword, and she began running toward the sound of something crushing the leaves that pilled on the dirty ground of those woods. 

The eyes that once before lit the way in the dark, were now flawed, but still, she ran like a missile, avoiding the trees with pure instinct and years of life that trailed behind her in the form of a pair of white tails.  

The clash between her and the body before her couldn’t be avoided even if they wanted. She launched herself to kill, and he—in all his might and training—rolled with her on the floor, able to protect his own neck from being torn apart by the fangs that snarled close to his face. 

A wave of shock shakes the both of them, as her eyes lock with Jungkook’s scared ones and she rolls herself over to get off of him. Panting confused and still on the ground, Jungkook’s wide eyes are glued to her image as she gets up and tears from her body the silky dress gown she had been wearing and consequently clamping her movements. In the darkness of the night, lit only by the moonlight, he finally sees her without theatrics, standing tall in her manly pants, tied undergarments around her chest, and the tails swaying from one side to the other. He could swear she was glowing, silk skin basking in the moonlight that now shined through. The most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on. 

“Are you hurt?” her velvety voice hits his ears as she eyes him concerned. 

Except she isn’t a woman, his brain yells alarmed. 

Exceptionally quick, he is back on his feet, only now his sword is being pointed straight at her neck. “So you’re the one killing all of my people–” he growls infuriated and his eyes swim in liquid choler. “My men–My–” he stumbles on his words as the loss of his closest companion is still too fresh to process. Minutes prior to their unexpected encounter he had witnessed his right arm officer being pulled to the darkness of the forest only to find him lifeless, disposed of by a tree. 

“You need to breathe,” she tries to ease him, as her eyes go from his to the sword wielded by him. “Breathe–” her hands are by her sides as a sign of submission. But as she talks she realizes once more that her bewitchery doesn’t work on him. 

“Don’t dare!” Jungkook snarls. “I know what you are. I know what you do with your words. You won’t command me, beast!” his sharp sword is able to inflict a tiny cut on her throat as he takes a step further, but she doesn’t wince. Instead, she lifts her chin, stoic, and looks at him closely. Before she can work a way to make him believe she isn’t the one inflicting damage to the village, he continues, “Don’t deny it. I can see it in your eyes–” 

“I’m not the one you’re looking for,” she says unshakable. 

“Yes, you are!” he snaps. “That is why I was so keen on you. I thought–” he chuckles in sad realization to himself, “I thought I was infatuated with you… When this whole time it was just because I’m a hunter, and you–You’re the beast I’m made to hunt.”

The air she inhales in surprise as the dots connect in her mind doesn't leave her as she is frozen for a second. This was the reason she had been faulty ever since landing feet on the village. 

She was aware of the tale of the hunter—a child born to a blue moon when the stars were perfectly aligned, being able to lend the force of the superior Gods to strike balance in life when the deities failed to do so. Jungkook was the only one among human beings to be immune to the powers she and her fellow deities possessed. Not only that but when around him, he was able to diminish their power altogether. 

“This–” he pulls from under his garments an emerald green medallion, hanging from his neck by a leather string. “This is meant to protect me and warn me from beasts like you and I’m certain that–” he pauses as he takes a glance down. 

She watches as his eyebrows knit together in confusion and his sword falters by her neck. “It isn’t glowing,” Jungkook states. 

“Why would it glow?” she feels compelled to ask. 

“Because it has glowed every time I was close to a beast!” he shouts impatiently, trying to bring the amulet closer to her so as to see a change. 

As she gently tries to push the sword he was still pointing at her, he grows eerie again, letting the emerald stone pend from his neck to shift his attention back to her face. With a grunt, he forces the blade against her throat again. “That is what I’m trying to say!” she raises her voice, starting to get impatient herself. The real culprit was still on the loose and with her powers turned off they faced danger for being so exposed and unguarded. 

Jungkook eyes her with a clenched jaw. “I’m not the Kumiho you’re after,” she explains finally. “I’m a servant of Inari, I arrived here at Joseon after the incidents started happening. I came to help a friend. I’m not a beast, I’m a deity.”  

He gulps as his heart quivers ready to believe her words, but the scene of his best friend being pulled by a beast is still rewinding in his mind. His turmoil makes the knuckles of his hand turn white as he still holds the sword close to her pulsing neck.  

Her ears perk and the sound of branches snap them out of the face-off. They freeze and she is able to faintly recognize the abhorrent iron smell of blood. The Kumiho was close again. 

Jungkook still doesn’t let her out of his watch, even though his eyes shift around the canopy, and so her movements are constricted under his sword as she tries to be alert toward the presence of the real danger. She sees through her peripheral the moment a shadow comes sprinting behind his back as his eyes are focused on hers instead, and she makes a decision on the spot. She won’t let him die. 

Grabbing Jungkook by the string of the emerald medallion, she pulls him towards her, and the way his sword pierces her skin right at the base of her neck is enough to disrupt the trance she stood under his gaze. With her movements now free, she swirls him around, taking his place instead to face the savagery of the Kumiho. 

Jungkook is thrown to the side, as he sees the Kumiho piercing its claws right under his savior’s rib. She falls to the ground with the injuries inflicted not only by the beast but also by his sword and he gasps remorsefully. He tries to collect himself, and as he sees the Kumiho lifting its claws once more to deliver the final blow with a deranged smile on its face, he runs enraged in defense of the deity he almost unrightfully killed. He isn’t sure if he will make it on time, he fears being too slow compared to such beings, but still, his legs don’t give up.  

Before he arrives, a bolt of lightning blinds him, casting him back once more, and its thunder deafens his ears. The high pitch is so intense that every sound that follows is muffled and he is afraid he will lose his consciousness as he stubbornly stumbles his way toward the deity who isn’t moving. 

Jungkook watches in horror as the Kumiho drags itself out of the picture, painting with scarlet red the vegetation as its arm is missing. He crawls and then with difficulty he stands, picking up his sword, resolved as to not let that killer’s fate be anything other than death itself. 

But then his heart tugs and he is unable to move. 

The Officer looks back and sees the woman that saved his life losing her own. She lies on the cold ground with her eyes trailing to the sky as she panted softly, admiring how the moon shone so brightly and gifted her its final light. Jungkook dropped his sword with a thump and shortened the space between them, falling to his knee right by her side. 

Her eyes search for his as his shaking hand wraps around her neck, trying to stop the bleeding. “I’m–I’m sorry,” he gasps still in shock. He eyes nervously how bloodied the short undergarment around her chest is and he becomes uncertain of what to do to stop so much bleeding, trying to avoid what he knew to be a certain fate. 

“Please stay with me,” he mumbles softly, and his free hand goes to make pressure on her right rib. His eyes are wavering, lost, and it is the touch of her palm on his wrist that calls for them like a beacon. 

He gulps as she opens a smile, “It’s ok,” she whispers, “I need you–” she tries with difficulty, and he inclines forward to help, “I need you to kill that thing. Please.” her eyes are desperate as she looks intently at his irises, “Go.”

Jungkook shakes his head, eyebrows furrowed, unable to let her that way. “Go! Please.” she pleads with all her remaining strength, but he doesn’t move. His hands never stop making pressure, stanching the blood however he could. 

Drawing a shaking breath his starry eyes are the last thing she sees before the world spins and the moonlit night goes dark around her.

✿ to be continued...

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[oonajaeadira]

My sweet Adira, how much I appreciate you.

I have a serious question for you and I must know. What do you think would happen if you got stuck in an elevator with Ezra for 8 hours. How do you think he would react, how would things unravel and how would you react? I need to know what you see happening in this tiny little room.

Thank you for indulging me :)

Love, me.

Hello, beauty. Sorry for the delay on this. I'm in draggy-foots mode.

Eight hours???? That's a whole lot of time. Oh geez. Oh golly. Oh blushing.

I suppose it would depend on the elevator--what kind of building and where are we going? Which one of us would find it the bigger inconvenience?

This is the first scenario that comes to mind.

Modern day. Apartment building. We live on different floors but we've seen each other here and there, we've both been living there for more than a year or two.

He's just getting home, but I'm on my way out to dinner with a friend and shit I forgot something and since the elevator's open on the lobby floor, I'll take it rather than the stairs. Then somewhere before we reach one of our floors, there's a jolt and the whole thing stops. There's a moment of waiting for it to go again, a push of the buttons--they don't light up. I'm the one swearing under my breath and pushing the call button--also not working. So then I get out my phone and try to call the front desk...and remember that the phone there works on electricity and there's no answer. So the building must be out.

Let's say this is an elevator where one side is a window that looks out at the city. That gives us some light.

Ezra's the one that tries to make small talk about how this is an interesting conundrum and I'm polite because he's always been polite, but I'm watching my phone, conscious of the time and the friend I'm meeting....if I call now, I can keep them from even leaving their house and getting bogged down in traffic. So I do that, tell them the situation, ask them to hold on for info.

There's a scraping noise and the building manager's voice echos up the shaft, asking if we're okay and I shout back that we are, that there are two of us in here, and they answer back that there's a city-wide outage and the generator's broken and we might be there a while.

And sure enough, outside the window we can see a few street corners--all the stoplights are dark.

I curse and freak out a bit. Because that's what I do when my plans change last minute and I'll calm down in five minutes but I just need to have my feelings first.

Meantime, Ezra's just leaning against the wall, watching me. Maybe he's got a bag of groceries he sets down so he can get to his phone in his pocket. The plastic folds and a can rolls out, but he doesn't pay it much mind, just absently stops it with a foot so he can look at his phone.

As I'm thinking about how he manages so easily with one arm, he passes his phone to me, tells me to put in my number, because we're gonna be here a while and we're about to become good friends.

I recognize this as his way of making me not feel threatened, that the more access I have to some personal information the more ammo I have against him if he were to be dangerous.

"I'm not dangerous," he says, then nods to his lack of a right arm, "just to myself."

So begins the first hour where I learn where he's coming back from, about what he does for a job, how he lost his arm and gained a teenager, he gives me his phone again, encourages me to scroll through pictures of a blonde girl I've seen coming and going from the building. I notice that one of the cans that escaped from his bag is a can of cat food and I get to scroll again, laughing at more pictures of Cee and a little scrub of a kitten.

He stands a little closer to me than I'd usually be comfortable as he points out the whos and whats of the photos, but I can also tell by his voice and vernacular that he means nothing by it, he's just got a very odd yet very easy way about him and it's easy for him to treat everyone as a potential friend.

The second hour is when I find myself telling him my whole story and there's something about him I never noticed before--how intently he listens. Not just listens, but absorbs.

By the third hour, we've both had calls--me from my friend, him to Cee--assuring everyone we're fine. The manager keeps checking on us and we try to keep the irritation out of our voices and offer solutions. Can I wiggle out of a door somewhere in the ceiling? That's only in movies, the manager says. Which is how we get on the topic of films and books and now we're sitting on the floor of the elevator, sharing a bag of chips from his grocery bag. It's not my favorite flavor, but I'm missing dinner and he insists and so I indulge. He asks what my favorite flavor is and he smiles as if this is funny to him, agrees that it is a mighty fine choice.

He talks a lot. I don't mind. His voice is pretty.

Hour five is games. Guessing games mainly. We learn more about each other's lives and likes.

It's in the fifth hour that the sun starts setting and it's getting dark. And cold. This is the hour we think we'll be saved because there's pounding somewhere above us. And after a while I just try to tune out the clanging and end up fixating on the fact that I should have grabbed a heavier sweater.

We've been told the emergency crews have been called and every time we hear and see sirens we hope they're for us, but they never are. Maybe I'm exponentially more hopeful every time and maybe I'm even more disappointed every time. And maybe he notices this.

Hour six one of us dozes, maybe both. Sleepy questions, light laughter. My phone battery is dying so I try not to use it except to check the time and a quick refresh of the news page to see what's going on out there. There are headlights and some folks are out with flashlights. Candles in windows. Not much more.

It's here that Ezra has a thoughtful look on his face, what I can see of it in the dim light from the moon. He keeps opening his mouth to speak and closing it again without words, which I've come to realize is unusual for him. When I ask if he's alright, he takes a moment formulating what he's about to say.

He tells me that he can see I'm cold and that he has heat enough to spare, but that it's been a long spell since he's held anyone or been held by anyone that he's not sure if he remembers how and therefore doesn't know what help he can offer but is willing to try if I'd like.

And it's such a charming line that I'm cuddling up to him immediately.

And my heart is suddenly pounding.

This is where he tells me he often plays a little game, trying to guess things about people in the building when he crosses paths with them. He and Cee have decided that the old lady on four is running a sex call line from her apartment and the couple on three work in a law firm during the day and play in a punk band on the weekends. Things like this.

But me? He guessed right about me. Just thought I'd be nice to spend time with. Easy. Fun. Would probably like the same movies he did. Was right about my favorite flavor of chips.

He asks if I was heading out to a date tonight. No, just a friend.

He asks if I would like this to be a date tonight. Yeah, I guess I would.

But dinner would be better. Something other than chips.

He promises to be a gentleman, and I lean forward so he can drape his arm around me and I can fall asleep on his shoulder.

It's the light that wakes me up, and then the whole elevator is moving downward. Ezra's on his feet first and offers me a hand up, although I bend down to gather things into his shopping bag and hand it to him.

We stop at the lobby and I'm both a little scared and a little hopeful when the doors don't open right away. I want to get to my own bed, but would it really be so bad to stay in here?

But the doors open and the manager's there. It's late--very very late--and asks if we'd be willing to take the incident report sheets with us to fill out and return tomorrow. They're a good person and did their best and we both agree to do so and send them off to their family for the night.

That's when Cee bursts through the door to the stairs, rocketing into Ezra's arms--er, arm--sending groceries everywhere. Introductions are made. Ezra hands Cee a can of speghetti-o's and tells her it's her dinner tomorrow night as he's taking me out.

And all Cee says is, "Oh good. It's about time."

[sunset-a-story]

Dead Darlings Tag Game

Thanks to @pandoras-comment-box for the tag! (and creation of the game!)

Rules: Share a part of your writing you love that got cut for the greater good. It doesn't matter if it's a line or a paragraph. It doesn't matter if you might work it back in. If it's not currently in a WIP and you want to share, please do.

Here's a short snippet from an Arc 1 scene that was cut ages ago of the Reeve team carrying out a mission. TW: blood/death.

“You sure there’s nothing left in there you can get?” Gareth asked. Reeve’s eyes scanned the room, not really seeing any of it. He was still in Dalton’s head giving it one last comb through. Whoever had been in there erasing memories had been thorough. Reeve nodded. “Then let’s get out of here.” Killing someone with telepathy was a lot easier than not killing them. In the same way that it takes more precision and effort to dam a river than to let the weight of it rush past untamed, carving canyons and gullies into solid rock. Reeve released his restraint of the force and pressure of his mind. Dalton’s nose began to bleed as he fell. His head bounced once on the floor spattering blood onto the door of the refrigerator. His autopsy would read aneurysm. Reeve was ricocheted back into his own body, repelled by the visceral feeling of dying. For a moment his own skull felt too small to contain him, but that faded.  We’re coming up, Hannah, he thought to her. But don’t pack up yet just in case. Gotcha. As they crossed the street, Gareth hissed at him, “Did the Corp say anything about this guy knowing a telepath?”  Reeve shot him a confused look. He hadn’t taken the time to explain what he'd found in the mark's head. Gareth shrugged. “I saw the look on his face when he came into the hall. I know that look.” “No,” Reeve started up the garage stairs, taking them two at a time. His mind was an open breathing thing, wary of everyone they passed. “But they’re going to find out.” He heard Gareth grunt. “Sounds like a lot of paperwork.” “It always is.”

I'm no pressure tagging @words-after-midnight @cee-grice @toribookworm22 @sam-glade and @vsnotresponding ^^

[jungshookz]

hi cee! i just wanted to say you were one of the first bts writers i read like 3ish years ago and seeing your progress over the years is so motivating!! i just wanna say you are so cool and the fics you wrote would make younger me fangirl so hard and reading them was the highlight of my day <3 congrats on ur second degree! i hope life treats u well ily :')))

hello!!! practice makes perfect and i am far from perfect but i am much better than i was when i started this blog :'))) everyone already knows i REFUSE to acknowledge anything from like.,., 2017-2019 and probably bits and pieces of all my eras but it's all about consistency and passion!!!

i am not cool u guys actually bully me all da time

thank you so much!! i'm in the trenches of the job hunting process and it's literally been hell so i need all the luck i can get <3

[coffeewithcutcaffeine]

Glance, face, alternate. For Vlad and Catalina

Cee! Thank you so much for this! Coming up with the answers was so much fun, and I also used the opportunity to dush off Canva for a while, which I appreciate immensely. I also apologise beforehand for endless rambling — I hope the mass of information will not be tedious! Sending you a big, big hug. ❤️️❤️️❤️️

glance: At first glance, what stands out most about your OC’s appearance? What’s their distinguishing feature?

From a greater distance, the first noticeable thing about Vlad’s appearance is his overall build. He is definitely not tall (more of a Short King™; he is the shortest of the Drăculești brothers) and could never really look down upon many men. However, his sturdiness compensates for it — he naturally has the tendency to gain musculature quickly and lean towards the bulkier, stockier side. The fact that he is a soldier, always physically active and on the move, keeps him in great physical shape.

From a closer distance, everyone immediately notices his eyes first. They have a rich green colour, are quite large and expressive. It is impossible to stand in front of him and avoid his gaze.

In Cătălina’s case, people tend to notice her hair first. It is long, reaching her waist, and because she is not married to Vlad, she does not have to veil herself, as she is by law an unwed woman. Even though she is a brunette, her hair tends to catch a reddish hue in sunlight, which makes for an extraordinary colour. She takes pride in it and diligently cares for it, so people immediately notice it. She also likes to play around with hairstyles; sometimes she wears two braids, sometimes one, sometimes she has it pinned up, and she likes to wear it loose in private settings.

face: Describe your OC’s face. What’s their smile like? Are their orbs cerulean? What would someone notice first when looking at them?

Vlad grows up to be the perfect copy of his late father. The most unique and distinctive trait he has inherited is his eyes. I have already described them a little in the previous section, but I have a very specific type of colour in mind whenever I describe his eyes — a very rich, vibrant moss green that makes them impossible not to look at (and his black hair makes them stand out even more). Something like this:

He has an aquiline nose (that sits nicely in his face), nicely shaped full lips that are partly hidden by a thick black moustache (this he wears throughout his adulthood), high cheekbones, strong and prominent square-shaped jawline. Overall, he is definitely a handsome man, but the handsomeness lies in a certain kind of ruggedness. (And besides, it’s his younger brother who is called “Radu the Beautiful” to this day.)

His smile tends to vary depending on the situation or who the smile is directed to. In general, the way he smiles can be very expressive and reveal a lot about how he feels towards the other party — if one is clever enough to read the subtle hints, they know where they stand. With his family or his love, it can be very soft and kind. When he laughs, it is usually wide and open. Sometimes there can be a sharpness to it, especially when he indulges in a bit of sarcasm or banter. It can also turn cruel, and that is the kind of smile no one wishes to see on his face.

Cătălina is, in many ways, the exact opposite. For the general vibes, I would say she is the Soft Dramatic type based on the Kibbe system, so soft and statuesque with a kind of diva essence — lush and curvy, with softer features in her face. This definitely shows in her lips, which are very full and a little heart-shaped. This might be one of her most noticeable features because a lot of people get fixated on her mouth. Although she has high cheekbones, she has rounder cheeks, and they always get a little fuller when she is pregnant (and during postpartum). She has a nice nose, small and narrow. Her eyes are a little smaller and sharper than Vlad’s, and dark brown. She also has a freckled complexion that gets more noticeable during the warmer months, so that is another thing people immediately notice.

As for her smile, it also greatly depends on the environment she is in. In public, it tends to be more reserved and controlled. In a private setting, she does not feel the need to control and compose herself so much, so it can get a little toothier and more unrestrained.

alternate: What would your OC’s alternate universe look be? If they’re a fantasy character, what’s their modern look? If they’re sci-fi, what’s their fantasy look? What AU would you want to see your OC in, and how would they dress themselves? Bonus: Prompt an AU!

My dearest Cee, I am kissing you softly on the forehead! I actually squealed when seeing this one because Voievod Modern-Day AU has been a real brainrot for me since summer. I have not had a chance to finish my very extensive HC post, but I am excited to dip my toes into it at least in this manner.

Before I show the AU “lookbooks”, I want to give a brief outline of the modern-day AU, and what Vlad and Cătălina are up to in the 21st century:

Vlad is an F-16AM/BM Block 15 MLU fighter pilot of the 53rd Fighter Squadron at the 86th Air Base near Fetești (his call sign is “Voievod”). I have decided to keep him in the military as a reflection of Vlad’s historical warrior persona — to this day, he is so well-known for that aspect of himself and his rule, so this is a very significant link. At the same time, Vlad being in the Air Force is quite symbolic of the historical one’s family name. His father was “the Dragon”, after all, this magnificent creature roaming the skies, and the name of the family branch — the House of Drăculești — comes from that moniker. When he retires from his military duties, he has a kind of epiphany after years of being frustrated with the state of national politics and successfully runs for presidency. (This is just a little nod for the “Țepeș pentru președinte!” slogans — and this poll from 2016 shows that Romanians would apparently welcome Vlad’s comeback.)

Cătălina is a very successful and established attorney with specialisation in family law. Her historical counterpart feels quite deeply about injustices of all kinds, but she is particularly vocal — as much as she can be, given the times — about those committed against families, women, and children, all structures and people that cannot defend themselves as well as men do as individuals. This deep sense of justice and willingness to aid spills over into her modern-day version, and now, she can actively do something about it and use her education and profession for that.

And now, onto their looks!

Vlad’s homewear (loungewear?) usually consists of sportswear. This is something he will definitely wear during the warmer months; his homewear winter style is usually a hoodie paired with sweatpants or tracksuit pants (sorry not sorry — the three stripes are a staple and you can pry them from my cold, dead hands). It makes him feel comfortable, and it is practical and suitable both for staying at home and running out for an impromptu task like a supermarket visit.

His day-to-day style is pretty standard. He is a guy who likes to be dressed nicely while feeling comfortable and at ease. His wardrobe consists of well-fitting jeans and slacks, cotton tees, and sweaters. He also tends to put on a classic shirt in case he wants to look a little sleeker. He is very fond of leather jackets, especially nice aviator bombers. He is a bit of a minimalist when it comes to accessories, but he does love good leather belts.

His workwear is pretty specific and varies depending on his duties. Pictured above is the operational wear for flying missions and training. This includes the flight suit, G-suit, and all associated gear (helmet, oxygen mask, gloves, etc.). Air Force pilots also wear standard service uniforms consisting of a dress shirt, tie, trousers, and polished dress shoes — this is usually reserved for when the pilots are on administrative office duty. Another type is the ceremonial dress uniform including a tailored jacket (with all the medals, ribbons, rank insignia, and unit patches), dress trousers, and highly polished shoes. The ceremonial uniform of the Romanian Air Force is navy blue.

Of course, more formal or special occasions call for a nice suit. In this case, he prefers to stick to old and trusty classics.

As for the looks looks, Vlad’s modern-day version has to wear his hair short because of the service protocol. (cue sounds of crying)

Just like Vlad, Cătălina prefers her homewear to be sporty. Her go-to item is a pair of good-quality leggings — she very much prefers the thicker, more opaque workout style. She tends to pair it with a tank top or a tee, and if it's cold outside, she throws on a yoga jacket to keep herself warm. This is ideal for both keeping herself comfortable at home and not having to worry about changing clothes when she needs to run errands quickly.

I imagine Cătălina’s style to be chic and modern while sticking to classics and timelessness — she prefers pieces of great quality and nice fit that will look good on her even when she wears the basics. She is not very fond of wild colour combinations, so she usually sticks to trusted neutrals and tones such as navy or khaki. Because she is a brunette, she also tends to go for splashes of beige, brown, or orange. If she does happen to put on something more colourful, she does not overdo it. Her usual casual outfit consists of a pair of nice jeans, a classic tee or a shirt, perhaps a nice-fitting sweater during the colder months, and a coat. Depending on the level of casualness, she either sports a pair of sneakers or pairs her outfit with heels and more prominent jewellery pieces. (This is also something she might wear for mundane office days or more casual meetings with clients.)

In this case, by “workwear” I mean the days Cătălina has to be at court or has more important meetings. Here, she likes to dress up nicely. She has a part of her wardrobe reserved for work-style clothing — well-cut suits that she can wear together or as two separate pieces that she pairs with different things, or business-casual dresses of various colours. She always, always wears skyscraper heels, either in the form of pumps or boots for the colder months. In this case, she does not like to overdo it with jewellery and prefers wearing several subtle pieces over one prominent piece.

Her formal attire is usually very elegant. She prefers timeless cuts over gowns that are too bold or revealing, as those simply do not align with her style. Instead, she opts for classic designs with one or two unique details that make the outfit stand out and feel special. In these occasions, she likes to go all out with the jewellery, especially with bigger and sparklier pieces — she has a long and graceful neck, so she really likes dangle earrings.

Cătălina’s modern counterpart also enjoys experimenting with her hair and taking pride in it, although differently than her historical version. As a 21st-century woman, she is quite adventurous with styles — she typically prefers a shoulder-length cut, but once shocks her family with a bold pixie cut. She regularly changes her hair colour too, favouring reddish-ginger hues in summer and darker shades in winter.

[chaotictarlos]

"It's yours"

ship: Tarlos | fandom: 911 Lone Star | author: chaotictarlos | read on ao3

Rating: general | Warning/Tags: 911 LoneStar Spoilers, 4 x 04, 4 x 04: Abandoned, 4 x 04 Coda, Carlos Reyes whump, Hurt Carlos Reyes, TK Strand, Established TK Strand and Carlos Reyes, TK Strand loves Carlos Reyes, Carlos Reyes loves TK Strand, hurt/comfort, angst, angst with a happy ending, Tarlos Reunion, feelings

Summary:

Author's Note: Yet another 4 x 04 coda :) I hope everyone enjoys this, it was nice to write and I always enjoy exploring these two beautiful characters. I enjoyed 4 x 04 a lot so this probably will not be the only coda that I write for this episode. There are just so many things I could write for this. Special shout out to Moth, Cee, and Moosh for always making me feel like my fics are wanted after I had a bit of a spiral today. Comment's are always appreciated. the above gif is made by me.

For @kiloskywalker - at this point I just need to dedicate all of my season 4 coda's to you, lol. I adore our screaming sessions and you always put forth so many good ideas! I hope I did this one justice for you!

Unbeta'd because sometimes we just need to do it ourselves and believe in our own talent. :)

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“Hey, thank you for saving my life,” Carlos says and TK smiles, of course, Carlos would thank him.

“Oh baby, you saved your own life. I was just holding onto it for a little while,” TK says softly, not taking his eyes off the man he loves more than anything.

“It’s yours,” Carlos says, reaching out and cupping TK’s neck.

TK lets out a shuddering breath, his heart still beating hard from the fear that was still coursing through his veins. There's a tremor running through his body, intense and almost all-consuming but when Carlos touches him and his hand wraps around TK's neck, it seems to stop for just that moment.

Carlos is alive and TK was the one to save him.

That was something that TK knows he is always going to think about. 

TK closes his eyes briefly, reaching out to touch Carlos too. 

His heart skips a beat or two as Carlos' words echo around in his mind. 

"It's yours."

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