#i kinda wanted a more modern wedding but i’m a romantic at heart

[sweetloleepop]

𝑺𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑶𝒍𝒅, 𝑺𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑵𝒆𝒘, 𝑺𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑩𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒅, 𝑺𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑩𝒍𝒖𝒆

Chapter 2: Fulfillment of the Agreement

Synopsis: The night of the meeting. Then, comes the union of two hearts people.

Pairings: Zeke Yeager/Reader, Erwin Smith/Reader

Tags: Modern AU, Arranged Marriage, Additional Tags to be Added, Spoilers in Tags, implied Sexual Content, Reader is kind of a dandere, Erwin Smith is mean and cold, angst, infidelity, slow burn

a/n: Kinda took me long but I hope you guys like this!! Also, here's Chapter 1

Wordcount: 1.1k

(Y/N) sat down on the bed. She had arrived almost an hour ago. She washed herself and changed her clothes, all she has to do now is head down the dining hall where she’ll meet Erwin Smith.

She haven’t seen him before so she have no idea what the man that she’s betrothed with is like. Some of their old housemaids have told her that his father, (E/F) Smith is a very nice and charming man. They also said that his mother is also a very nice and pretty person but she can’t really judge a person without meeting him yet. Maybe he’s good looking since his parents are usually described as attractive people but his appearance doesn’t really bothers (Y/N) that much.

(Y/N)’s more interested in what Erwin Smith’s personality is like. She wondered if he’s nice, if he’s the romantic type. Or maybe he’s a shy person, timid and quiet just like her.

The thoughts of what Erwin might be made her feel a wave of excitement but maybe it’s her anticipation that made her expectations grow.

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Erwin looked out the window. He is on his way to Eldia Hotel, the place where he’ll meet her. (Y/N) (L/N), the only daughter of Richard (L/N), the man his father owed a lot. Sigh…

Erwin’s father died when he was 13. He was devastated but his father’s death was what awakened his determination to reach the top. He was left with his father’s cousin. Their family is nice and Erwin doesn’t feel out of place but of course, having his parents with him is still different.

It was his uncle that reminded him of this. His father had mentioned it before, yes, but he was still surprised when he called him.

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The car came to a halt when they reached the hotel entrance. The door was opened for Erwin to come out and he did so, carefully. Upon entering the hotel, he was led to the dining halls by a couple of hotel staff.

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(Y/N) is already seated on a chair, facing a table with only water served. It’s 6:30pm and they’re waiting for Erwin to arrive. His uncle arrived earlier at 6:20 and is currently conversing with the (L/N)’s lawyer.

“Mr. (L/N) sadly can’t make it today, he has been very busy these recent days due to company matters but rest assured he’ll be present on the wedding day” (Y/N) heard their lawyer spoke.

While it is true that her father’s been busy, (Y/N) could tell that he didn’t board the plane because she’s there. Her father is a good breadwinner and a husband but as a father, she can’t really say so. He has always given her the cold shoulder, not ever looking at her whenever she faces him. She used to not understand but now, she thinks she does. Her father doesn’t want her because- well, she’s a she, and a she cannot do anything other than bearing children and doing housework. At least that’s what her father thinks.

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The attention of everyone in the room, including those whom he doesn’t know, was caught by Erwin as he entered the dining hall. He immediately saw his uncle and headed straight to their table. The lawyer and uncle stood up as Erwin approached them. (Y/N) did the same. They exchanged small greetings before introducing everyone.

“Good evening mister Smith, I’m Daniel Wood, lawyer of the (L/N) clan, it’s a pleasure meeting you” Daniel stood up and shook Erwin’s hand.

“The pleasure is mine, Mr. Wood” Erwin replied.

“May I introduce to you the daughter of Richard (L/N),” Daniel said while pointing at her. (Y/N) sat up and introduced herself, “Good evening, I’m (Y/N) (L/N), it’s a pleasure meeting you” she quietly said and stretched her arms, trying to reach Erwin’s hand.

They shook each other’s hands after Erwin replied, “likewise”. His hands are rough, she thought. She doesn’t get to have physical contact with a lot of people especially men and the contact made her feel weird.

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Erwin thought the woman isn’t bad. He examined her carefully, watching her every actions throughout the night. She seemed like a quiet person, not conversing with everyone unless she needs to. She also always averts her gaze whenever they meet with his.

By the end of the dinner, everyone was used to each other’s company. The wedding plans and what comes after was talked about yet again and everything is perfectly arranged. In two days, they’ll meet again, but at that time, they’ll meet in the aisle.

Erwin took a deep breath, he’s getting tired and he just wants to get everything over with. (Y/N) noticed his heavy intake of breath and she wondered if he’s going to be okay. If they’re going to be okay.

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(Y/N) is back in her suite and everyone has left. Daniel told her to relax and take as much rest as she needs before the wedding. She was tired and is currently in the tub. She closed her eyes and thought about the earlier events. She and Erwin hadn’t talked at all. He seemed kind of intimidating although he speaks very politely towards Daniel and his uncle.

(Y/N) thought about his appearance: blonde hair, tall, good physique, he also looks smart and formal. She’s not sure what he is actually like but she do knows that, that man is the one she’ll spend the rest of her life with. Albeit not really willingly but maybe they can work things out.

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The days came by fast and before (Y/N) knew it, she’s facing herself in the mirror, getting all glammed up for the event. She examined her appearance: her lightly applied make-up, her carefully braided hair which is put up with a very light-colored blue silky ribbon, and her expression. She’s not smiling. She doesn’t really feel sad or mad but she does feel a bit anxious.

Her father’s going to be there, she needs to be in her best behavior. Not like she’s a brat or anything but her father is just so strict. He sees the littlest of flaw that (Y/N) have and he’s sure to make her aware of it.

“Miss (L/N), it’s time for the gown,” her maid stated, pulling her out of her thoughts.

She nodded her head and stood up. The gown is wonderful. It has a carefully embedded pattern, those types that you’ll see in fairytales. It also has little pearls, scattered by the gown’s ends. It was really beautiful, shame it’s going to be used in this event. It would’ve been perfect had they been actually in love and is going to be married by their own will except it’s not that, it’s the other way around.

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(Y/N) felt nervous, here it is. She’s standing behind the door, waiting for it to open. Her long vail and gown felt a bit heavy, she feels like sweating but she can’t risk looking like a wet duck on her wedding day. She took a deep breath then the door opened.

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“I do…”

[electricbluebutterflies]

from the wedding prompts: last-minute arguments for joel/tess?

Modern AU, PG-ish, and also on ao3.

This is what Tess gets for thinking a trip down to the courthouse would be the easy option.

Tess is, as far as she’s concerned, not really the marrying type. She is also aware that changing her status would make certain parts of her life a lot easier, and if nothing else it’ll mean no weird looks from the lady at the tax-prep place next year, and-

Easy option. Yeah. Like goddamn hell it is.

She has no one to blame for this but herself – it was her idea, anything big they do is her idea, Joel just goes with her occasional uncharacteristic moments of ambition bless his heart – and she’s kinda side-eyeing herself for deciding two weeks ago that it was about time for them to get married, and-

“You seen my tie?”

“You own a tie?”

Fifteen years as… honestly their dynamic has always had more of a roommates-with-benefits tendency than anything Tess would ever describe as romantic, and it suits both of them fine, but still-

“Think it may have fish on it?”

Yeah no, she remembers it now, clearance-rack abomination bought a couple years ago because someone wanted to appeal a parking ticket and come to think of it that was the last time they had any reason to be near the courthouse, and she’d thrown it out right after because it hurt her eyes bad enough she didn’t even want to get on top of him when they got home from that little adventure, and-

“Don’t have any memory of the thing,” Tess yells from her perch in the bathroom. She’s figured that such a life-altering occasion might be the first reason she’s had in multiple years to put on makeup, and eyeliner has never been one of her talents, and-

“The hell are you doing?”

She turns and glares at him, dark brown pencil liner still in hand. “Bad luck to see the bride before the wedding.”

“Last I checked we’re driving together, so-“

“Don’t mean you get to come in here and bother me. Not when I’m already-“

“Now I’m just more confused.”

She loves him, to the extent she’s capable of love, this tree of a man who does apparently own a solid-color button-down and they are both trying today and-

“Figure we’re just doin’ this once, so-“

“You know you don’t need that.”

“Perfectly aware, but… it’s an occasion, I thought-“

“Whatever you want.”

Which in that voice tends to mean he’s totally giving up, but-

“If you don’t think I look pretty, you could just say that.”

She is not changing her mind about the pink sleeveless dress – every stable surface of this house has seen proof she doesn’t belong in virginal white, not to mention her bein’ on the other side of forty – but maybe almost-matching lipstick is a bad idea or-

“You look fine.”

“I do not want to look fine, I want-“

“You’re overthinking this.”

“In an hour I am going to-“

“Do you still want to-“

“I would not be trying to stab my goddamn eye with a mascara wand if I didn’t want to marry you,” Tess hisses. “Now go… I don’t know…”

“Nah. Keeping an eye on you so you don’t bug out and-“

She takes a couple steps closer and takes a long deep kiss, just enough to get him breathless. “You wanna help?”

“That a good idea?”

“Probably not, but…”

(He does fix a few hairpins. This is what tall guys are for.)

[lovingnekoma]

thank you for the tag rosie!! 🥺 THIS IS SO CUTE also sklfjsl the way i'll marry shinsou when i've jsut barely met him in anime..

THE PROPOSAL

we’re dying to know, how’d they propose? or was it you that proposed?

okay i jus wanna say that i was preparing to propose. i have no problem proposing. i was in no rush, so i was planning and vibing and maybe procrastinating bc hey marriage is mostly a piece of paper and some tax write offs to me. then we're in the kitchen and he's finishing his morning coffee and talking and he kisses me suddenly, right before i look away, hands on my face. it’s very nice idk. and when i look back he's on one knee, saying, "marry me."skjfsl

THE INSPIRATION

do you have any inspo pictures? perhaps a moodboard

uh i just found these randomly? i’d want a bouquet of purple flowers to match his hair hehe. i was just craving dumplings idk. i don’t want a wedding on the beach bc sand but i think it would be nice for it to be outside. i’m not a big group person, so small tables instead of one big communal one works fine. it’ll be relatively small, but nice, i think. i’d just want the vibes to be good. also, there’s a dessert bar and shinsou stops me from adding cupcakes and matcha things to it bc i don’t like either slkfjsl </3

THE AISLE

what song do you walk down the aisle to? does anyone cry?

see i'm kind of torn. i don't know if we'd have a ceremony. i'm down to elope, so is he, but i feel like, maybe shinsou would be quietly pleased with a wedding ceremony and the amount of love involved. or we get married in a courthouse and do a small ceremony too.

but anyway. i think the song would be atlas: daughter by sleeping at last. it just shows the hardships we've both been through and how we're here together now <3 if i'm walking down the aisle, i'm either alone or it's my best friend walking me down. all of the former ua students cry, maybe. maybe i cry too bc i’m in love with the song and the man, but i’ll never admit to shedding tears.

THE FIRST DANCE

time for the first dance, what song’s playing? is everyone’s feet still left in tact?

hold you tight by chen. i think it's sweet. he makes fun of me under his breath and i threaten to dropkick him and he still lets me bury my face in his chest and takes a lot of my weight so the heels are less painful hehe. i def end up stepping on his feet a lil but he loves me anyway so.

THE HONEYMOON

where do you go for your honeymoon?

somewhere quiet, maybe somewhere in norway? i feel like it'd be pretty. i’m thinking, maybe renting an airbnb or cabin or smth by a lake? it would be really scenic and we could go explore. we could also have really great sex without anyone hearing. also: we could just enjoy each other's company without lots of attention, because lbr shinsou is way too popular as a hero and my ult love language is quality time hehe <3

tagging 🏷: idk who’s done this? @kenmaki @nishinoyawn @atsumusc0ck @hvnlydmn & whoever else sees this!! no pressure to do it tho hehe

WEDDING TAG GAME — feat. you & your 2d lover

i hope y’all enjoy and have fun with this! i love love weddings and my brain has just been consumed so i made this lil tag game for it. ‘m so excited to see everyone’s omg. it’s all below the cut cause it’s a bit long <3 (i got carried away with mine whoopsies)

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[sj-ficrecs]

1,000+ followers fic rec!

Recently noticed at some point a little while ago I passed 1,000 followers on this page! In honor of that here’s another fic rec of some good ones I’ve been reading lately. As usual, no specific order. 

PREVIOUS FIC RECS HERE!

(Hopefully this shows up in tags bc my last one didn’t & tumblr wouldn’t fix it) 

Thanks to @whimsicalrogers for this divider I’m using below :)

Bucky x reader:

3B by @softlybarnes Bucky x reader

“Bucky is used to being alone, so is the girl living in apartment 3B. He keeps to his routine, to crossing off amends. But mutual loneliness forges an unlikely friendship. Alone and reclusive, sweet and incredibly strange, with deep secrets and regrets, 3B has more to reveal than meets the eye.”

(un)cool by @belowva rockstar!Bucky x reader

“in the summer of 1973, after covering the howling commandos’ concert for a night, you - a young and inexperienced music journalist - accidentally end up following the up and coming band from new york city across the country. between shows, parties, backstage nonsense, interviews and failed attempts at writing a cover story for rolling stone magazine, you end up developing a love/hate relationship with their brooding, but devilishly handsome, guitarist james “call me bucky” barnes. (based on “almost famous”)”

Your Song by @summergrls​  Rockstar!Bucky x reader

“it’s not summer without you. or, that’s what your favorite rockstar always says. it’s all happening.”

Last Love by @wicked-mind Modern!Bucky x reader

“Based on the quote “He may be your first love but I intend to be your last” by Klaus Mikaelson.”

Remember Me by @wicked-mind​ Modern!Bucky x reader

“Y/N and Bucky were the unlikely match when it came to love, but they were inseparable since they met. After a fight, Y/N left to be a trauma surgeon in the military and returns without her memories. How will Bucky remind Y/N how she is the fire in his bones?”

Cake by @tellmealovestory (Part of the Something More universe) Modern!Bucky x reader

“The wedding plans continue as you and Bucky try to decide on a cake flavor.”

My Eyes by @invisibleanonymousmonsters Bucky x reader, past Steve x reader

“Steve is a good man, America’s golden boy, a hero. He’s Captain America for christ’s sake! So it’s normal to want what he has… right? Bucky knows he doesn’t deserve her. He doesn’t even deserve the second chance at life he’s been given. But Bucky can never let him know. Steve can never find out that his friend is in love with his best girl.”

The Mess by @sanguineterrain​ Bucky x Avenger!reader

“A wild night in Vegas changes everything between you and Bucky. Suddenly, all eyes are on you and you’re left wondering just how much can change between you and a man whose guts you hate (and who also hates yours).”

The Devil Has Lilith by @write-orflight Bucky x reader, soulmate AU

“They say your soulmate is supposed to be the one person you love unconditionally. So why did they make yours so insufferable?”

College!Bucky series / Couldn’t Be Me by @drunken-imagines College!Bucky x reader

Bucky is a known fuck boy trying to win over reader

Best of Friends by @anna-phora Modern!Bucky x reader

“When your best friend steals marries Bucky’s best friend, the two of you are left with only one solution: to become best friends yourselves.”

Back to You by @celestialbarnes Modern!ex-Bucky x reader

“desperate to find a place to stay after your boyfriend cheated on you, you end up crashing at bucky’s apartment, the problem is he’s the ex that you never really got over and he’s got a new girl who doesn’t like you very much.”

It’s Been a Long, Long Time by @luminnara Alpha!Bucky x Omega!Reader

“When HYDRA had their prized asset, the Winter Soldier, they did something no one ever thought was possible: they gave super soldier serum to an omega. With the sole purpose of tending to him during his ruts, she spends decades living in HYDRA facilities, denied her humanity and her life. Now, years later, Bucky Barnes has his mind and his own life back…and the last thing he ever expects is to see a familiar omega again. Bucky/OC, a little angsty but mostly smutty/fluffy/romantic!“

Friends Don’t by @watchtowerindistress Bucky x reader

“Reader is in a friends-with-benefits relationship with Bucky Barnes. Rule #1: no feelings - so don’t get attached (written by Bucky). Rule #2: don’t ever stay over (written by (Y/N)). After a fateful mission, one of them is going to break all the rules.”

Just a Touch by @buckychrist Bucky x reader

“Your powers? Controlling any feeling a human can have, from emotions to pain, with a simple brush of your fingertips. Your mission? The traumatized soldier with sad stricken eyes and scream filled nightmares.”

Under Pastel Skies by @redgillan Modern!Bucky x Artist!reader

“Bucky doesn’t need anyone, especially not a sugar baby. He isn’t that desperate… but she smiles so sweetly and she’s endearingly awkward, and he’s so lonely. She’s an artist, a painter, the type of person who always puts others before herself. Throwing caution to the wind Bucky offers her a place to live, a place where she can finally paint whatever her heart desires. He doesn’t need much in return; a friend, a muse.”

A Long Ways Away by @ai-unknown Bucky x reader

“Connection, reconnection, and a small miscommunication. Bucky will travel however far, if it means making you smile.”

No Rest for the Wicked by @abovethesmokestacks Trucker!Bucky x reader

Based upon this ask: “i have the absolute weirdest urge today to get railed by trucker!bucky in a motel in like southern florida🤨 and it’s late too, maybe 3-4 am. the place is kinda seedy & it’s rlly humid and hot outside & the ac barely works so we’d both be sweating a lot but it makes it hotter”

Meanwhile in Louisiana by @multifandomwriter Bucky x reader

“You are Sam’s best friend and you meet Bucky when Sam organizes a party down at the docks.”

A Tender Heart by @river-soul Alpha!Bucky x Omega!reader

“You’ve been sweet on Bucky since you started working at the compound six months ago. Normally quiet and mild mannered, an unexpected fight with a coworker brings Bucky into your orbit.”

Steve x reader:

Jane Doe by @justkending Modern!Steve x reader

“They weren’t next door neighbors, but they did live in the same apartment complex. However, they were on completely different sides of the complex. Steve always sees her across the way doing her daily routines and way about life on her balcony from his own. Something about her has him checking in on her from across the way when he can… She’s intriguing and has a way about her life that he finds calming and captivating. He wants to know more about who she is, but there’s no non-creepy way of approaching a neighbor that doesn’t know you exist. Is there?”

[faeriebears]

A list of kagehina fluff fics I adore, and I think you will too ♪ヽ(･ˇ∀ˇ･ゞ

• pervasion - artenon

Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: Haikyuu!!

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Hinata Shouyou/Kageyama Tobio

Characters: Kageyama Tobio, Hinata Shouyou

Additional Tags: Sharing Clothes, College, Future Fic

Summary:

Hinata won’t stop wearing Kageyama’s shirts to bed, and it’s becoming a problem.

• As Forking Pasts Converge Into A Single Point - anilee0510

Chapters: 1/1

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Hinata Shouyou/Kageyama Tobio

Additional Tags: Break Up, Getting Back Together, they are college age

Summary:

Two years, three months and four days if one wanted to be exact but it wasn’t like Kageyama was keeping track. Not. At. All.

(alternatively: Kageyama gets a text that sends him trekking across a couple of prefectures to make sure a certain stupid ex wasn't getting attacked by rabid dogs or abducted by aliens)

• Do you love volleyball more than me? - lalasagna

Chapters: 1/1

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Hinata Shouyou/Kageyama Tobio

Additional Tags: Kissing, dumb boyfriends kissing, Established Relationship, Fluff, ALL THE FLUFF, kageyama doesn't like not kissing hinata, hinata always gets his way because kags is whipped af, Self-Indulgent, no one cries this time youre welcome, Humor

Summary:

Hinata asks Kageyama a question and Kageyama takes some time to answer. Honestly, at least.

• Fingertips all over - sanguinekitten

Chapters: 1/1

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Hinata Shouyou/Kageyama Tobio

Additional Tags: Fluff, Sharing a Bed, Touching, just checked and i never used the word "linger" in a fic about touch so are you curious yet, kageyama has cold hands furudate told me themselves, i actually have no idea how to tag this, alternatively: kageyama has a crush and does absolutely nothing about it, Canon Compliant

Summary:

Warm.

From the breadth of his smile to the print of his fingertips, Hinata Shoyo is warm.

• Nighttime Prowl - HQcharbon (fleurdelester)

Chapters: 1/1

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Hinata Shouyou/Kageyama Tobio

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, First Meetings, Neighbours, (kinda), Cats, hinata is hot, and his cat likes to annoy kageyama, thats a recipe for success in my book

Summary:

His miracle idea came to him one day as he watched the orange cat jump onto its balcony. There, practically blending into the cat’s fur, was a red collar. It’s a wonder he didn’t notice it beforehand, Tobio thinks, eyeing the bell that jingles as the cat leaps onto his windowsill to stare inside and look for Whiskers.

There’s no tag, he thinks, but that won’t be a problem.

He grabs a scrap of paper from his desk, writing a court message on a strip he tore off.

Hi, your cat keeps coming to my apartment in the middle of the night. Is it possible you can keep him inside overnight? Thanks.

He adds his name and phone number for good measure before slipping the note onto the mystery cat’s collar, hopefully ending his late nights once and for all.

• a green ring upon my finger - emleewrites

Chapters: 1/1

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Hinata Shouyou/Kageyama Tobio

Additional Tags: Established Relationship, Misunderstandings, Pro Volleyball Player Kageyama Tobio, Pro Volleyball Player Hinata Shouyou, Married Couple, Married Life, Manga Spoilers, Light Angst, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Fluff and Humor, Humor, Miscommunication, Hurt/Comfort

Summary:

There, along the base of his left ring finger, is a smudge of green across the skin. “Dumbass-“ he starts.

“Don’t call me a dumbass, Tobio, my finger is rotting.”

“It’s not rotting, it’s from your ring you idiot,” Tobio tells him, half amused and half deeply exasperated. “But you said you didn’t want to tell anyone yet,” he then states, staring hard at his partner. “Isn’t everyone wondering why you’re wearing a wedding ring?”

“I don’t deny I’m married!” Hinata laughs, sounding very proud at this declaration. Tobio’s chest squeezes.

• How to become educated in the art of homosexuality - justhavesex

Chapters: 1/1

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Relationships: Hinata Shouyou/Kageyama Tobio

Additional Tags: Romantic Comedy

Summary:

The world ends on a Thursday when Kageyama accidentally kisses Hinata during practice.

• A million floating hearts and counting - tsunderei

Chapters: 1/1

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Hinata Shouyou/Kageyama Tobio

Additional Tags: Manga Spoilers, Post-Time Skip, Canon Compliant, Aged-Up Character(s), Pro Volleyball Player Kageyama Tobio, Pro Volleyball Player Hinata Shouyou, Established Relationship, Living Together, Light Angst, Domestic Fluff, Fame/Social Media Struggles

Summary:

Fans have always loved to speculate about Kageyama and Hinata, especially after their professional volleyball careers took off. They usually deal with all the attention in stride, accepting the bad with the good – but the more Kageyama stays quiet, the more Hinata worries.

• There's something to be said for soup and heated lavender - emleewrites

Chapters: 1/1

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Hinata Shouyou/Kageyama Tobio

Additional Tags: Established Relationship, Fluff and Humor, Humor, Pro Volleyball Player Kageyama Tobio, Pro Volleyball Player Hinata Shouyou, Married Couple, Domestic Fluff, Sickfic, Good Husband Tobio, Headaches & Migraines, Manga Spoilers, Hurt/Comfort

Summary:

“Tobio.”

“Hmmm?”

Hinata lets his hands drop away from his face and raises himself up on his elbows slightly so he can squint down the bed at him. “How many flavours have you made?”

“Err… six.”

Hinata stares at him wordlessly before letting his aching head drop back onto the pillow. “You thought I’d eat six bowls of soup?” He asks the ceiling, voice rough and bewildered.

Tobio frowns, slightly offended. Of course he didn’t think Hinata would eat six bowls of soup, he wasn’t an idiot. “I wanted to be thorough,” he pouts, scowling down at his medley of soup. Admittedly the kitchen now looked like a bomb had hit it and he’s not entirely certain about the cauliflower one, but he’s fairly sure they’re all edible.

-

In which Hinata has a migraine, and Kageyama is a doting husband with too many remedies.

• confession - buu

Chapters: 1/1

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Relationships: Hinata Shouyou/Kageyama Tobio

Summary:

“You've been an ass to me for three weeks!” Hinata blurts, and finally the weight of it is pushing down on him. He's been trying to ignore it, telling himself it's just Kageyama being Kageyama, but this isn't like him, this is weird, and Hinata hates it. He's miserable.

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Stay tuned for the next list! Love you all!

[simp4kuvira]

The Guilty Consequences

My second-ever fanfiction! I tried to approach this using an angsty/hurt/comfort angle. Hopefully it’s satisfactory. Likes and reblogs are always appreciated 💚

Summary: Kuvira has achieved everything she's ever dreamed of. The Avatar and her fiancé are gone, Republic City has fallen, the Earth Empire is fully united, and there's nothing obstructing her goals anymore. But why does she feel the guilty consequences of her actions gnawing at her psyche?

Rating: Mature for foul language and mentions of death and violence.

Pairing: Fem!Reader x Kuvira

Word count: ~3,950 words

To read on fanfiction.net, click here.

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“Great Uniter?”

Your gentle voice draws Kuvira’s attention away from the cockpit’s windows of her enormous mecha suit, which is currently situated over the rubble of what used to be President Raiko’s office. After successfully stopping Team Avatar from meddling in Kuvira’s efforts to conquer Republic City, the rest of the United Republic of Nations fell neatly into the hands of the Earth Empire. Korra and her friends were clever enough to believe that kidnapping Kuvira’s so-called fiancé and using him as a bargaining chip would convince her to give up the assault on Republic City. Little did they know, Kuvira was ecstatic to seize the opportunity to rid herself of the engagement and wipe out Team Avatar for the good of the empire. One simple blast of her mecha’s spirit cannon directed towards Future Industry’s factory killed two birds with one stone. Of course, Kuvira still had to worry about Korra’s reincarnation when the new earthbending Avatar came of age, but seeing as how they would be reborn into the Earth Empire, the Great Uniter was not concerned about the future Avatar’s actions for now. She would worry about that problem on another day. For now, the aftermath of Republic City’s defeat was a more pressing matter.

The corner of Kuvira’s lip twitches upward in a faint smile when she turns to meet your gaze. You stride towards her and wrap an arm around her waist before planting a quick kiss on the beauty mark underneath her eye. A noise of contentment emanates somewhere deep in her throat as she leans into your touch. “You know you don’t have to call me Great Uniter, Y/N. Especially not when we’re alone.” 

“Oh trust me, I know,” you retorted. “I just thought it would be fitting to use your official title to commemorate you on a job well done. The Earth Empire is completely unified now thanks to you.” 

Kuvira’s eyes flicker back to surveying the remnants of Republic City. “You flatter me, Y/N. I hardly completed the effort on my own. There were my soldiers, my engineers, and don’t forget the radio technician that triangulated Team Avatar and Baatar’s location in Future Industry’s factory. We’d still be at war with Republic City if it weren’t for their intel. I owe my success to my loyal followers, and especially to you. I don’t regret appointing you to draft annexation treaties for the states that yielded peacefully.” She chuckled softly. “I would’ve never gotten to know you so intimately if I hadn’t done that, much less had the privilege to call you mine.” She presses an innocent kiss to the corner of your mouth.  

You scoffed playfully and pulled back from Kuvira’s waist. “You give yourself too little credit! Not many people would’ve had the mental fortitude to take out your strongest opposition using the spirit cannon. The Earth Empire exists because of you.” You lower your voice and snuggle back to Kuvira’s side. “You know… I’m kinda glad that you did it, even if it sounds awful. It’s unfortunate that Korra and Baatar are gone, but at least we don’t have to worry about the Avatar for another sixteen-something years. We don’t have to hide our relationship from everyone anymore, and you don’t have to pretend to be attracted to some gross guy. We can be authentically together in peace while you build your nation. That’s what matters.” A twinge of guilt spreads through your chest when you dare to defile Korra and Baatar, but you ignore it as best as possible. This is for the best, you repeat to yourself. Funnily enough, that phrase has become a personal mantra for both you and your lover.

You felt Kuvira’s muscles stiffen almost imperceptibly when she heard the words “Avatar” and her ex-fiancé’s name on your lips. Surely she must feel relieved that she doesn’t have to fake being in love with a man as a cheap cover-up for her true sexuality, even if he was taken out of the picture a tad bit brusquely, to say the least. She also doesn’t have Korra breathing down her neck anymore, so what gives? Kuvira’s eyes are glued to the windows offering a panoramic view of the leagues and leagues of wreckage. She remains uncomfortably quiet. 

Unsure of whether or not Kuvira wants you to remain clinging onto her, you start pulling away when she shows no sign of breaking the silence. You’ve been romantically involved with Kuvira for three years now, and you know that when she clams up, there’s no use trying to pry her open until she’s ready. During the first few months of your relationship, she would often have trouble separating her outwardly ambitious and cunning persona from her inwardly vulnerable and tender true self. On days where her reunification efforts fell behind schedule or the Avatar knocked her carefully calculated plans awry, Kuvira’s sour mood leaked into your personal lives. At times, she would inadvertently lapse into Great Uniter-mode while you were trying to relax together after a long day’s work. It wasn’t until you gently coaxed her out of her tension that she began to share what was weighing heavily on her mind. You supported her as best as you could, but when it came to more delicate topics, such as her childhood, her relationship with her adoptive family, or her innermost feelings, Kuvira shut down. She would come clean to you when she was prepared to talk. All would reveal itself in due time. 

You murmured something vague about seeing her later as you padded quietly towards the door. Just as you were about to leave the mecha’s cockpit, a feeble voice called out for you to wait. Stopping in your tracks, you spun on your toes to look at Kuvira. The orange sunset filtered in through the windows and outlined her body in a shimmering glow, which seemed to have a softening effect on her unusually tense body language. Her entire frame was as rigid as a steel beam, legs shoulder-width apart, arms poised behind her back. Her brow was furrowed ever-so-slightly and the corner of her eyes were pinched, as if she was lost in thought or fighting off a headache.

“Y/N,” she ventured. She inhaled sharply before continuing. “I thought reuniting the Earth Empire and conquering the United Republic of Nations would be… different. Ever since Suyin refused to stabilize Ba Sing Se and share Zaofu’s progressiveness, I believed I was the only person competent enough to take initiative. I stepped up to the plate and accomplished my goals. The Earth Empire is stronger than ever. I’m finally in the position to launch industrialization and modernization campaigns in villages neglected by that archaic monarchy everyone despised. I restored order where there was anarchy. I stopped lawless bandits stealing from the poor. I gave resources to the needy when we annexed states, yet…” her eyes flutter closed for a moment as she pauses to collect her thoughts. When she reopens her eyes, her jade colored eyes plead silently at you. Even when you’re standing across the cockpit from each other, you notice that her shoulders are trembling ever-so-slightly. 

You’re astonished at Kuvira’s rare moment of vulnerability. Usually it takes her a few hours, maybe a day or two, for her to open up about a touchy subject. Even then, she’s not one to show emotion so openly on her countenance, not unless she’s severely distressed and totally certain that you and her are alone together. You took a few hesitant steps towards her. 

“You thought winning would be different, huh?” Unsure of how to proceed, you decided to try your hand at a bit of light-hearted banter to see if it might have an effect on your lover. “Well, yeah winning was going to be different! You made your plans based on the assumption that Korra would always be a pain in the ass even after we annexed the United Republic and started our projects, but now you don’t have to worry about her anymore! What about the wedding? You don’t have to marry a guy you don’t love, and we don’t have to worry about hiding our relationship from everyone. Isn’t that a weight off your shoulders?” Despite your confession, you knew the loss of life was a tragedy. You convinced yourself that it was for the greater good, and you knew Kuvira shared your sentiment. This is for the best, you recited. You shimmied towards her and reached out to hold her gloved hands in your own. Icy fingers of anxiety began to spider its way throughout your chest when you looked into her eyes plagued by fear. “Kuvira… is everything alright?” You squeezed her quivering hands for emphasis. 

Kuvira’s eyes flitted to a spot right over your shoulder. “That’s not what I meant, Y/N. I meant I thought winning would be better than this.” 

“Better?” 

“Yes. Better.” It appears Kuvira is becoming irritated at you.

“Kuvira, I won’t understand what you’re trying to say if you keep beating around the bush like that. Why isn’t this better?” 

Kuvira lets out an exasperated groan and yanks her hands away from you. “Don’t pretend to be stupid, Y/N. You know what I’m talking about. There’s more good in the Earth Empire than bad. At least, that’s what I keep trying to convince myself. This is for the best, we would always say. I made more progress than what I took away from people. The price I paid— no, the price other people paid— for my progress was justified. Isn’t it?” Kuvira’s voice falters on the last two words tumbling out of her lips. “What good is ruling the Earth Empire if all I have to show for it is a pile of rubble? Just look at this! How am I supposed to uplift my people if this is what I have to work with?” Her voice steadily rose in volume the more she spoke, until she was practically yelling when she swept her arm to the window showcasing Republic City’s destroyed buildings. 

The adrenaline rushing through your body begins to drown out all hopes of rational thought and speech. You find yourself raising your voice to match your lover’s anger. “Kuvira, I thought this is what you wanted. You wanted to tear out the old and bring in the new. That’s all you ever talked about when we were campaigning. Why are you changing your mind now?” 

“For fuck’s sake, don’t you see? You even said it yourself! It’s a tragedy that the Avatar and my ex-fiancé and all these other people are gone.” Kuvira’s eyes flash dangerously with seething rage. “Why did I make other people pay for my hopes and dreams for the Earth Empire? I dethroned Prince Wu and ridiculed him in front of the whole world, I threatened to let people die if they didn’t join me, I forced Varrick to build a weapon of mass destruction, I destroyed the most spiritual and sacred tree in the Foggy Swamp for the sake of violence, I didn’t hesitate to put dissenters in reeducation camps to be brainwashed and dehumanized.” She takes a ragged breath before bellowing “I murdered people with my spirit cannon. Why didn’t you fucking stop me, Y/N?”

Your voice reaches a shrill pitch as you hurl back your rebuttal. “I didn’t stop you because this is what you wanted,” pointing an accusing finger towards Kuvira to accentuate your points. “You’re charismatic enough to make other people agree with you. You convinced yourself you were doing this for everyone else’s good, and you convinced me, too. Don’t you remember? This is for the best. No one stopped you because you locked yourself in an echo chamber filled with people that agreed with your plans. And when someone did have the courage to speak up, you sent them to reeducation camps, threatened their lives, or outright killed them.” 

“So you think this is my fault?” Kuvira takes an intimidating step towards you and looks down upon you threateningly. Her voice drops to a dangerously low growl. “Me? This is all me?” 

“Now it’s your turn to stop being dense, Kuvira. You just admitted that you thought winning would be different and you just gave a guilt-ridden speech about making other people pay for your mistakes. Open your damn eyes!” 

Kuvira abruptly pivots her body away from you and takes several steps back. “You are dismissed, soldier,” she whispered in a cold voice as unyielding as steel. She resumed looking out the window with her arms behind her back. 

“Seriously, Kuvira?” you moan. “You can’t just push me away like that when you’re so close to realizing the truth. Why don’t you listen to me? Why don’t you listen to yourself?” You cautiously take a step closer before she whips around and metalbends a fragment of her shoulder plate in your general direction which misses your face by a mere hairsbreadth. Your body freezes as your mind races to comprehend that Kuvira would dare threaten your safety. 

“Leave me, Y/N.” Kuvira refuses to look at you.

You stand motionless for a moment that stretches on for an eternity as your eyes overflow with bitter tears. The cockpit’s door slams loud enough to reverberate throughout the mecha suit as you plod your way down to the nearest exit and catch a ferry to Kuvira’s base of operations on Air Temple Island, knowing she would meet you there when she was ready to be calm and civilized. The whole time you spent traveling from the giant mecha to Republic City’s docks, throngs of weary-eyed refugees peeking behind piles of rubble plagued your sights. Thankfully, the two bodyguards escorting you to the personal quarters you shared with Kuvira kept the masses at bay, but the stark reality of so many war-torn people suffering from the conflict infected your guilty conscience. You roughly dismissed your bodyguards once you set foot on the Island and wasted no time briskly marching to your shared bedroom. You hoped the evening’s darkness masked the silent tears flowing down your cheeks. 

 Your nightmares consisted of petrified throngs of innocent people fleeing Kuvira’s army. Exhausted bodies toiling away in reeducation camps. The terror etched upon soldiers’ faces as Kuvira intimidated them with violence. And finally, a vision of what you imagined Baatar’s, Korra’s, and the rest of Team Avatar’s last moments on earth must’ve been like before an overpowering purple light burned their bodies out of existence. 

You jolted upright in bed drenched in a cold sweat and gasping for air. “Fuck,” you stammered under your breath over and over. “Fucking fuckity fuck. Kuvira really did convince me that everything was for the best, didn’t she?” You didn’t want to believe it at first, but the nagging voice lingering somewhere in your head relentlessly reminded you that this destruction wasn’t worth thousands upon thousands of ruined lives. 

Your only job in the Earth Empire’s army was to help expedite the political and legal process of unifying a country. If your position was relatively peaceful and bloodless, you couldn’t begin to imagine Kuvira’s guilt about orchestrating this three year long operation. How am I supposed to convince Kuvira to see the light? you pondered. She was so close to realizing it before she snapped at me. Maybe I can talk to her again and—

An abrupt knocking shook you out of your thoughts. I thought I told those guards to leave me alone. You shuffled to the door and slid it open, half expecting for it to be another diplomat’s messenger begging for you to revise this oh-so-important legal paperwork that couldn’t possibly wait until morning, until you looked up and saw Kuvira slouched against the doorframe. Her chocolate-colored hair cascaded about her shoulders, and her uniform was rumpled from head to toe. You could count on one hand the number of times Kuvira allowed herself to look this haggard, and frankly, the fact that she looked this way hours after your fight in the cockpit led you to believe that maybe she had taken your advice seriously. 

“Kuvira?” you gasped.

“Y/N,” she mumbled feebly. “I’m sorry. I know you probably don’t want to see me after how I reacted, but I don’t know where else to go.” Her voice quavered. “I don’t have anyone else who I can trust with these feelings that are eating me up inside, and I thought maybe you could…” her sentence trailed off unfinished. “Before you left, you mentioned that you knew all of this,” she gestured vaguely at the surrounding area, “was wrong, but I convinced you that it was okay, and I convinced myself that it was okay too, but now I realize that it’s wrong and for fuck’s sake I don’t know what to do about it now.” The last of her strength escaped her body and she crumpled to the floor in a heap of unrestrained sobbing.

Swooping down to the floor alongside her, you promptly wrapped your arms around her shoulders and nestled her into your embrace. Whatever animosity you felt because of how she shooed you out of the cockpit had dissipated. Your fingers threaded themselves into the locks of her hair as you whispered soothing words. 

 “I’m so sorry I pulled the entire world down with me. I’m so sorry I ruined nearly everyone’s life.” The full force of her words bubbled out of her mouth uninhibited by her previous attempts of restraint. She couldn’t stop talking now if she tried. “I saw how hopeless my nation was after it descended into lawlessness. I was willing to pay the ultimate price to nurture it into something stronger than ever before, but I didn’t realize I had no authority to take away other people’s autonomy. I had no right to take lives, no right to let people suffer when I didn’t get what I wanted, no right to let people starve on the streets if a state didn’t join the Empire, no right to usurp power, no right to throw the entire world out of balance by murdering the Avatar just to achieve my vision.” She buries her face into your nightshirt before choking out her final sentences. “I’m so sorry I pulled you down with me, Y/N. I especially didn’t want to threaten you the way I did earlier. You’re the last person I ever want to hurt.” 

You feel that Kuvira’s sorrow is rather misplaced. She shouldn’t be entirely apologizing to you, but rather to the whole world and everyone whom’s lives she changed for the worse. But now is not the time to object to her apology. For now, you let her weep into your chest for several minutes until her tears subside and her body stops trembling.

After her emotions have stabilized somewhat, you help your lover stand on her feet and guide her to the edge of the mattress. You gently work out the knots in her hair using your fingers and begin to strip the layers of her uniform off her body. She tries protesting by claiming that she’s perfectly capable of doing it herself, but you discourage her by pressing a finger to her lips and muttering “you’ve had a rough day in more ways than one. Let me help you get ready for bed.” Once you’ve helped her don her nightclothes, you stretched yourself out on the bedsheets and gently pulled her into your protective embrace once more. 

Several minutes of silence pass like this, Kuvira curled up flush against your body, before you felt it was safe to express your thoughts about her confession. “Kuvira, I appreciate you apologizing to me, but I’m not the only person you should be apologizing to. Telling me you’re sorry isn’t going to absolve all of your guilt.” 

“I know,” she said. “I know I have a long journey ahead of me, but you were the first person I felt I needed to apologize to before I kept going.” 

“I say this with love, but I think you owe an apology to the entire world. You can’t keep living in guilt like this.” 

Kuvira pauses briefly before saying “I don’t think I could live with myself if I keep being the Great Uniter. The position I created for myself carries too much blood and suffering.” 

“Does that mean you’re going to stop being the Great Uniter?” 

“I think I’m going to convene with all the major world leaders. Raiko is still around somewhere, and so is Prince Wu, Tenzin, the Beifongs, Fire Lord Izumi. I still want the country to be modernized like the rest of the world, but I think it’s best if they take the reins. I don’t think they’d appreciate me doing the work after how I’ve hurt everyone. I’ll arrange a speech announcing my decision to permanently step down. And then,” she takes a shaky breath, “I’ll happily walk into a courtroom and accept whatever punishment the law deems fit.”

“I’ll admit, I didn’t expect you to take such a drastic decision so quickly, but I’m glad you did. I’m not blameless either, Kuvira. I’m sorry for enabling you. I hope I can make up for it by being with you every step of the way.”

An unamused grin creeps upon Kuvira’s face. “Even if it means we’ll go to prison together?”

“Especially if it means we go to prison together,” you chided. “How else would I keep you company? I wouldn’t leave you all by yourself. Maybe we can be cellmates.” Her face is still marred red-rimmed eyes and a slight scowl. If you dared to tickle her, she might crack a genuine smile for the first time since Republic City fell. 

You dig your fingers into Kuvira’s side, eliciting a sharp yelp from her before she’s overcome by a fit of giggles. The sound of Kuvira’s mirth is a treat she rarely shares with anyone, especially since she shouldered this massive enterprise. Who knows when you’d ever get to hear or see her happy like this?

A fraction of the tension in her body has melted away after her laughter subsides. “Thank you sincerely. Your support is priceless, and so is your humor.” She snuggles closer into your body before murmuring “I love you, Y/N” into your shoulder. 

“I love you too,” you whispered before you both drifted off to sleep. The peace between you and Kuvira would be radically different, if not uncertain, by the time she calls upon the world leaders and steps down. For at least this one silent night, you can cherish your last few moments of freedom together with her.

[ginwhitlock]

Wanna tell us your headcanons about Jasper being married in his human life? How does that history come into play in his vampire life?

You are an oasis in the desert THANK YOU YES (this is going to be very long bc of background I’m sorry)

Alright (I say that... too much) in the time period Jasper was in, early/late 1860s, it actually wasn’t a huge thing for him to be married by 19. What I mean by that is: most people were not married that young, even soldiers (on either side). Is that shocking? It was to me when I found out because weren’t we all told that ppl were popping out babies at 16? (And some were, and actually MOST women around that time period were pregnant on their wedding day according to birth records (read: baptismal records)) But marriage wasn’t usually occurring, especially for men, until about 22 or 23 (my family records from that time period show that).

So history doesn’t tell us he had to be married. BUT what do we know about Jas? Mans a romantic (at least when he’s not fighting for his life) and I believe he would’ve gotten married before signing up for the war. I believe he was 19 when he was turned and around 16/17 when he signed up because he faked how old he was to get in. So married very very young. But it wasnt super uncommon even if the normal age was like 22.

Okay, so... Mrs.Whitlock. Childhood sweethearts. Most likely the daughter of someone in the town closest to him, or in his town, maybe the sheriff (haha yeah this could be a time travel jasper/Bella fic) or another farmer. My favorite idea is that she’s the daughter of the local preacher. In the modern day south (I have experience in both rural Texas and rural/small town South Carolina), you’ve got a church on every corner. But it wasn’t exactly that way back then. You had one, or a couple maybe, and they were of one faith or the other. Methodist was the biggest in that time in that region, so I’m going with that (which works because... I’m the granddaughter of a Methodist preacher... I’m definitely not self inserting...). Let’s say her name is Adelaide (but Bell would also be quite a common name).

Okay so daughter of the preacher, Jasper had loved her his entire life. From birth, to working the fields, to the day when the succession was announced: he kept Adelaide close. With the war looming it was only a matter of time before he was forced into grey. There was a very hard conversation with his father, ending in a stiff ‘yes’ to be allowed to propose to her, as they had been courting, supervised, for quite a long time.

Their wedding was small, those who could make it could come, any northern parts of either family were obviously not in attendance. Adelaide learned a multitude of things in those long hours: Jasper can dance quite well (evidenced by the sullen imprint of his little sisters hell on his boot toe), Jasper’s mother treated her like a porcelain doll in every way that count for an unknown reason, and her husband never took his eyes off of her the entire ceremony.

They had never had time alone when they were courting, just the occasional refreshment fetching when he was out in the field, but her mother always watched from the house. Once, his oldest sister Birdie had run off after telling Jasper’s father she’d go with them to supervise a horse ride. In the small time they got that afternoon he had pressed his lips faintly into the corner of her mouth, not wanting to corrupt the preachers daughter who had just spent the last sun-filled hour reading to him from a book of poems she wasn’t supposed to have. Chaste kisses after that day have never been enough. They would never been enough.

When he got called away for duty, it felt like a funeral. The tears in his sisters eyes wouldn’t stop running, his small compared to his tall frame, look even more fragile. The only thing he could find of life in her was her unusually pink skin and the shine of her brunette curls.

Jasper went off with a picture of Adelaide in his breast pocket, a locket with his parents inside, and left behind the one and only child he didn’t think he had.

He doesn’t return home before the baby is born, and by the time he recieves news of his son’, he’s already on Maria’s guard.

They say that human memories fade, and for the most part that’s a truth, but the stubborn ones, the ones that hurt, stay. It isn’t until Peter and Charoltte leave him to travel the earth by himself that he goes to her grave. Maria let him keep her picture, if not to remind him he can never go back.

He finds his parents, his sisters all with unsurprising last names, even one for him— empty like the rest of the soldiers he’s forgotten. The grave next to his is... shiney. I mean, not like some granite plot you’d find in modern times but clean enough for evidence of upkeep. His delicate fingertips run over the imprint of letters, her name swirls just slightly in the stone, her birth date a known one, her death date... too young. She was in her 40s when she passed, only one child listed.

“She died of a broken heart.”

The voice somehow startles Jasper and he jumps to his feet, the want to bear his teeth just under his skin. Years from Maria have only slightly built his resolve. His red eyes shine into the young man infront of him, a bouquet of lillies hanging from his fist. He doesn’t look frightened.

“My great great grandfather always said that about his mother. It’s a shame how she went. Always waiting for another letter.” The man with his mouth walks past the vampires form and settles the flower into the soil. Jasper feels as if he has no air in his lungs. The man carries on. “He’s the one that wrote to do this. Come care for her after all this time.” He stood, rubbed the dirt off his knees and stepped back, almost shoulder to shoulder with the blond.

“He has this wild idea his father would come back for her. Come see what he left for himself.” He sighed and looked to the still silent man. “Everyone knows he was killed on one of those battle fields. His heart just couldn’t take it. Kinda like hers, ya know?”

Jasper had only found his voice as the man who looked far too much like him for his own comfort, who he knew was wearing his last name, who he created not out of bloodshed but of love, turned to walk to the truck at the end of the field.

“What’s your name?”

The man rose up a hand and flashed a smile at the “stranger” who’s picture had been hanging in his foyer for as long as time wished.

“Jasper Whitlock, sir.”

[ziezie13]

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Words: 197,681; Chapters: 14/14; Series: Part 1 of Rivals; Fandoms: Yuri!!! on Ice (Anime); Rating: Explicit; Last Update: 05 Mar 2017

Relationship(s): Katsuki Yuuri/Victor Nikiforov, Katsuki Yuuri & Victor Nikiforov

Characters: Katsuki Yuuri, Victor Nikiforov, Yuri Plisetsky, Phichit Chulanont, Nishigori Yuuko, Nishigori Takeshi, Katsuki Toshiya, Katsuki Hiroko, Makkachin (Yuri!!! on Ice), Celestino Cialdini, Christophe Giacometti, Katsuki Mari

Additional Tags: Various cameos by various different skaters, Alternate Canon, Rivals, Canon Universe, Enemies to Lovers, Hate to Love, Hate Sex, Rough Sex, Explicit Consent, Romance, Falling In Love, Happy Ending, Drama, Angst, Anxiety, Jealousy, Misunderstandings, Confessions, Social Media, Single POV, Unreliable Narrator, First Kiss, First Time, Sexual Content, Slow Burn

Technically Arranged by ajwolf

Yuuri is a tech genius working in Silicon Valley, but he never would have gotten this far if not for the support of the Russian Royal family who offered him a full scholarship to the elite Rostelecom Academy and have been supporting his education ever since. Of course, this help didn’t come for free. He’s now considered a member of the Royal family, which isn’t so bad, other than the inordinate number of weddings he has to attend. There’s also the small stipulation that he is technically a candidate to become the Prince’s consort, but that’ll never happen…

Words: 77,601; Chapters: 12/?; Series: Part 1 of The First Prince; Fandoms: Yuri!!! on Ice (Anime); Rating: Explicit; Last Update: 08 Jun 2018

Relationship(s): Katsuki Yuuri/Victor Nikiforov, Mila Babicheva/Sara Crispino

Characters: Katsuki Yuuri, Katsuki Mari, Katsuki Hiroko, Katsuki Toshiya, Vicchan (Yuri!!! on Ice), Makkachin (Yuri!!! on Ice), Phichit Chulanont, Phichit Chulanont's Hamsters, Yuri Plisetsky, Otabek Altin, Mila Babicheva, Sara Crispino, Original Characters, Okukawa Minako, Christophe Giacometti

Additional Tags: Arranged Marriage, Alternate Universe - Arranged Marriage, Alternate Universe - Royalty, Modern Royalty, Royalty, Prince Victor Nikiforov, Victor with a K, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Technology, Minor Character Death, Grief/Mourning, Fluff, Fluff and Smut, Domestic Fluff, Royal Wedding, Non-Graphic Violence, Minor Violence, Mutual Pining, Communication, Supportive Katsuki Yuuri, no dogs die, Vicchan Lives, love and support, Marriage, Marriage Proposal, Loving Marriage, First Kiss, Kissing, Boys Kissing, Switching, kinda subby viktor, Anxiety, Anxiety Attacks, Don't copy to another site

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SUKI

Modern! atla au 

Sokka x reader (kinda)

Based off the song Heather by Conan Gray. This is my first imagine so please be nice. 

Warnings: angst, longing, swearing, one-sided love,

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I still remember third of december me in your sweater you said it looked better on me than it did you

The cold air began seeping through your thin long sleeved shirt. You were now regretting not bringing a coat or even a thicker shirt, but the cafe was only a few minutes away. You hadn’t anticipated it being as cold as it was. Your hands ran up and down your arms trying your best to warm the cold skin. 

Finally reaching the cafe you quickly entered through the glass doors. The warm air soon hitting your skin. The pink tint that began growing on your nose and cheeks started to disappear as the air warmed your skin. 

Your eyes began to scan the slightly crowded cafe. Your eyes stopped once they saw him. He hadn’t ordered anything yet, and he wasn’t even paying attention to his surroundings. His eyes were focused on his phone. A small smile formed on your face as you began to walk towards him. He didn’t look up until you were only a few steps from the table, but once he did a huge smile suddenly appeared on his face. 

“Y/N!,” he said excitedly. He always greeted you the same way. He had since you were little. Always with a huge smile and a sparkle in his eyes. It warmed your heart and caused the pink tint to return to your cheeks. Thankfully you could blame that on the cold. 

Sokka jumped up and went to hug you. Once his arms were latched around you he noticed the cold that came off you. Almost immediately he let go and went to take off his sweater leaving him in just a long sleeved shirt. “Here. You’re freezing,” He said handing it to you. 

You looked at the sweater reluctantly. “No. It’s fine,” you said. You’d much rather be sentenced to the cold air than him. 

“Come on. You can give it back later,” Sokka said though he had no intent of letting you return it. You sighed and took the sweater from his hands. You quickly pulled the sweater over your head as you and Sokka went to sat down at the small two seat table. 

The sweater held his scent. Just as Sokka went to order drink for the two of you, he knew your order by heart, you held onto the sweaters fabric. A smile on your face as you took in his smell. 

At the end of your meeting Sokka decided to walk you home. Once you had reached your apartment door you began to enter your home before remembering you were wearing Sokka’s sweater. “Wait. I forgot,” you said before beginning to take off the sweater before he stopped you. 

“Keep it. It looks better on you anyway,” Sokka said. You smiled at his words even though you they weren’t true. No one could look better than him. 

only if you knew how much I liked you

I love you

You wanted to say it, but with each step away from your door you lost more of your chance. Finally you stood alone in the hallway in his sweater reciting his words over and over. 

“It looks better on you anyway,”  The words weren’t even romantically spoken. He had meant it platonically, but still you couldn’t get out the idea that maybe he didn’t mean it platonically. 

What if in that moment you said those words? I love you. Would he say it back? Would he confess that he had been waiting for you to say those words to him? That he had loved you all these years just as much as you had. Or would he think you meant it like how he said he loved Katara. 

Would he tell you to he could never love you? Of course not. He wasn’t like that, but he still could let you down gently. Even with that your friendship would forever be ruined. 

but i watch your eyes, as she walks by what a sight for sore eyes

There she was. Suki. She was absolutely beautiful. No wonder he was so mesmerized by her. Though he hadn’t mentioned her you could tell he liked her. He looked at her the way Aang looked at Katara or Zuko looked at Mai. 

You thought you could live with it. Him liking someone else. It was bound to happen. You wanted him to be happy, You truly did, but when he told you he had a date with her that night your heart broke.

Of course she had said yes to the date. Why wouldn’t she? He’s perfect and so is she, so of course they fit. Part of you hoped they wouldn’t work. That something about her would make Sokka realize she wasn’t the one, but there’s the problem. She is the one. So, there you sat, everytime Sokka called to say he had a date with Suki or how well they were getting along, alone in your apartment clad in Sokka’s sweater. Though his smell was starting to decay. 

why would you ever kiss me? i’m not even half as pretty

Katara and Aang’s wedding was beautiful. Though all you could think the entire time was how Sokka and Suki looked at eachother. Suki looked beautiful. You and her were wearing the same dress since you were both Katara’s bridesmaids, but she looked better. Her hair looked prettier than yours. She was taller so it made the dress look better, and blue was her color and not so much yours. 

As Katara and Aang began there vows you began to think of you and Sokka. In a world where he loved you back and he proposed to you. Would the wedding be big? definitely not. You would only invite your closest friends. What would you tell him in your vows? 

That you had loved him since they were kids. That everytime he looked at you, even just a glance, you turned to mush. That when you were sad the only person you wanted to comfort you was him. That the person who you could never live without was him even if you were just friends. 

You were brought out of your daydream when Aang and Katara kissed, and in that moment you had another vision. Though this time it was Suki and Sokka. Even if a daydream she looked prettier. 

You sat at the table. Everyone else was dancing with their partners, but you sat at the table twirling a straw in your empty glass. Suki and Sokka were dancing not to far from you. 

“When do you think we’ll get married?,” Suki asked him as her head rested on his chest. “Someday, but let’s not ruin Katara and Aang’s spotlight,” Sokka answered her. 

you gave her your sweater it’s just polyester, but you liked her better 

Entering the warm cafe your eyes scanned the crowd. There he was this time his focus on the door. It brought you back to the third of December. His eyes hadn’t been on you. Sure he smiled excitedly when he saw you, but he hadn’t been waiting for you. Not like he was waiting for her. There she was. She entered the cafe and he immediately jumped up. She wasn’t even close to him. 

You saw the way he looked at her. You heard the way he said her name. The way he jumped every time he saw her. He gave her his sweater just like he did with you, but he liked her better. 

wish i were heather

There you were in the same place you had been everytime he called to talk about her. The same place you would sit after spending the day with the two. Where you cried the night of Katara and Aang’s wedding. Still clad in his sweater, but now his scent was gone. Maybe if you had told him you loved him before he met her everything would be different. 

Maybe you’d be the one he loved, and maybe she’d be the one sitting by the window wondering what could have been. If only you were Suki.

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an interview with @ravenreyes-0g (she/hers)

what are you working on right now? I'm working on both my Bellarke fic for BLM and a personal fantasy story that I've written and rewritten from the beginning to about 5000000 times because my ideas keep changing. My Bellarke fic is a modern day COVID AU that is also the longest I've ever done so it's been taking a minute to finish! :) 

what’s something you’d like to write one day? A YA either historical fiction or realistic fiction LGBTQ+ romance. I have  a ton of ideas for plots, but I haven’t quite gotten the chance to sit down and try to plot them out. For historical fiction, I’m very interested in the 1900-1950s era, especially the Roaring 20s and WWI/II so I’d most likely set it there! I’m all in for the angsty romance, but I'd definitely want to end it on a happy note (unlike my current fantasy work) and I’m really looking forward to getting the chance to write a character driven story that doesn’t focus so much on heavy plot elements - something I can’t do as much in a fantasy setting!

what is the fanwork you’re most proud of? This one is actually pretty hard considering how my writing style has developed since I started writing fanfics. But if I had to choose, I’d probably say my FirstPrince (Alex/Henry from Red, White, and Royal Blue) fic on Ao3 called To Love Another Is to Cherish Life Itself. The title is a bit dramatic but basically it is an angsty/fluffy one-shot that I wrote really late one night and did minimal edits to before posting. It definitely feels like the most in character and honest fic I’ve ever done, and it broke my heart to write about some of the darker stuff, but in the end I’m pretty proud of it! 

why did you first start writing fic? Well, I’ve been writing fanfics since I was probably 10 or 11 years old (I had PJO phase that spanned close to a decade and I’m still not totally over it 😂) but I started publishing work on Wattpad literally the night I turned 13. That was actually my first Bellarke/the 100 fic! It started out as my predictions for season 5 and then evolved into a fix-it fic for everything I didn’t like about the season. I’ve abandoned it for almost two years, but I’m slowly coming back to it so...slow updates y’all :)

what frustrates you most about fic writing? Everything! Just kidding - I love fic writing! But if I had to choose, probably two main things tho. 1) Creating a plot for a long term fic - I’m sooooo bad at it because I always feel like I’m writing too much in line with the actual show/book/movie and it feels like copying. 2) Making sure that I stay honest to the character I’m writing about. I have a huge tendency to write my fics (ESPECIALLY my one-shots) from the POV of the character who was not the main character in the original thing (like my POV for my RWRB fic is Henry, the love interest of Alex/other main character). This means that the only look inside their head that we’ve gotten has been through the eyes of the main character - which can obviously be biased. I try to stay as honest as I can to my interpretation of the character drawn directly from the text - but sometimes that means that I can’t include scenes that I want to because it feels off/out of character and that’s always disappointing. (also dialogue is just...something I really need to work on)

what are your top five songs right now? Ahhh see it changes on my day/mood but right now it’s probably

1. The Last Great American Dynasty - Taylor Swift 2. The Garden - Dua Lipa 3. Mirrorball - Taylor Swift 4. Icarus - Emma Blackery 5. Betty - Taylor Swift 

(taylor really blessed us with folklore...I’m in love)

what are your inspirations? Ahhh - there are many. First and foremost, The Book Thief by Marcus Zusak. It’s my favorite book for so many reasons, but it teaches me so much about writing and character development. Also Liesel and Rudy melt my heart every time. I also love all the songs listed above for inspiration, and I listen to I Get To Love You by Ruelle (it’s the Malec wedding song for any Shadowhuners fans out there!) whenever I write a really emotionally intense romantic scene. If you’re looking for amazing fic recs, I highly recommend all of HMS-Chill’s works (multi fandoms), clarkesbell, and DracoWillHearAboutThis on Ao3. Though not all of them write Bellarke/the 100, if you are in any of their fic fandoms, I highly recommend checking them out because they are fantastic writers!

what first attracted you to Bellarke? what attracts you now? Honestly? #1 - their development. I love enemies to lovers with my whole heart, but I honestly didn’t see Bellarke as romantic until the 2x05 hug where I was just hit with a wave of OMG THEY BELONG TOGETHER!!! Seriously, though, the fact that they go from enemies, to grudging allies, to co-leaders, to partners, to friends, to best friends, to soulmates just makes my heart go !!!! - Also they have insane chemistry, and that certainly doesn’t hurt. What attracts me to them now is much the same, but also how much they care about each other. They’d go to the ends of the earth to save one another, and it just blows me away how powerful their screen time is, even when their scenes together have become so rare. I also don’t thinkI’m ever getting over 6x10. I swear my heart actually stopped beating when I watched it live the first time. 

BESIDES Bellarke, what character or pairing do you like best on t100? Ha! Umm, I actually really like Murven, both platonically and romantically. Their journey might not be as well developed as Bellarke’s but it is still a powerful one hinging on love and forgiveness. I love how Lindsey/Richard play off of each other on screen - it’s such a joy to watch! I’ve also loved the Octavia/Indra dynamic, but it’s kinda been tabled in recent seasons which is sad :(

why did you decide to start writing for bellarkefic-for-blm? Two reasons - 1) I wanted to do everything I could for BLM and it was so amazing that I could do that, and write works for my favorite show! 2) I was super curious about the prompts people would send in. My work right now is a modern day AU COVID fic where Bellamy and Clarke have to share a room together in an overcrowded hospital until one day Clarke disappears. It’s so different than what I usually write - bc I almost always write canon compliant/in universe fics - so it’s a nice challenge!

what’s your writing process like? Honestly it depends. For long/multi-chapter fics I try to plan out as much of it as I can, characters, plot, important moments, etc - even though I am not very good at planning. But for one-shots I tend to go off of emotion or feelings. Usually when I write one-shots, it’s because a particular line or moment in a book/movie/show really spoke out to me, and spurred this idea in my head. I always start with the line I want to get to at the heart of the fic and then write around it from there. I am definitely much more of a panster than a planner- which is why one-shots work much better for me!

what are some things you’d like to recommend? 1. The Book Thief by Markus Zusak. Also, All the Bright Places by Jennifer Niven, The Gentleman’s Guide to Vice and Virtue by Mackenzi Lee, Six of Crows by Leigh Bardugo, Red White and Royal Blue by Casey McQuinston, The Song of Achilles by Madeline Miller, Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe by Benjamin Alire Saenz. 2. Musicals! They can be amazing inspiration - my favorites are Les Mis, Hamilton, Dear Evan Hansen, Six, Everybody’s Talking About Jamie, Hadestown, Anastasia, Island Song, Newsies, & Tuck Everlasting! 3. TV Shows besides The 100 - Anne with an E, Shadowhunters (just pretend you haven’t read the books), French SKAM, Love Victor, HSMTMTS, Merlin, Lucifer, I think I’m just listing fandoms at this point 😂

Also, almost any Taylor Swift, Troye Sivan, Conan Gray, Dua Lipa, Emma Blackery or Harry Styles songs are amazing!

My handle is the same for everything - Twitter, Tumblr, Ao3, Wattpad (if anyone still uses that anymore), etc (RavenReyes0G). I also run a book review blog on Instagram which is @betweenthepagesandtea, so feel free to check that out too! Request a fic written by her via @bellarkefic-for-blm!

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Prompt/Genre/Au List: Send in an idea~

New and updated list.

Due to.. some things that have been happening, I need to take my mind off things for a while.

Send in an ask or message if you would like a dabble or possible one-shot.

Fandoms:

Miraculous Ladybug

FMA/FMAB

Fairy Tail

Naruto

Harry Potter/Hogwarts Mystery

OHSHC

Fallout

Dragon Age Inquistion

A:TLA

My Candy Love/University

Rules:

Rating:

The highest the story will be T to M. Mainly due to blood, death and possible murder.

WHAT I WILL NOT WRITE:

Rape

Incest

Hardcore NSFW

Pedophilia

Certain Kinks.

Genre: Group A

Angst

Action

Adventure

Crime/Detective

Drama

Fable

Fairy Tale

Fantasy

Folktale

Historical Fiction

Horror

Humor

Legend

Magical Realism

Mystery

Mythology

Romance

Sci-fi

Suspense/Thriller

Tall Tale

Western

Paranormal

Drabble List: Group B

“Just…. Stay there.”

“Please, I’ll do anything.”

“It doesn’t feel like home anymore.”

“They’re walking all over you.”

“Give me a chance.”

“Not you again.”

“Why do you hate me?”

“I thought you loved me?”

“I wish I’d never met you.”

“I fucked up.”

“I came to say goodbye.”

“About the baby… it’s yours.”

“I did it.”

“Stop ignoring me.”

“Well, fine: just this once.”

“She’s locked herself in her room.”

“My heart hurts.”

“What do you need”

“Please stop crying, please.”

“Anyway, all joking aside…”

“I’d like it if you told me the truth.”

“Define normal”

“I love you. You enormously stubborn pain in the ass.”

“She’s crazy. And just when you think you’ve reached the bottom of her craziness, there’s a crazy underground garage. ”

“If I survive, can I go home?”

“Insanity runs in my family.”

“Excuse me, I have to go make a scene”

“She’s hot, but she’s evil.”

“You’re kinda anti-social, you know that?”

“And hello to you too… little homewrecker”

“You’re Satan”

“No. Regrets.”

“I swear, I’m not crazy”

“How drunk was I?”

“STOP INTERRUPTING ME!”

“You’re not interested, are you?”

“Tell me you need me”

“Oh honey, I’d never been jealous of you.”

“We’re not just friends and you fucking know it”

“Walkout that door and we’re through”

“Well. Yell, scream, say something. Anything.”

“Just talk to me”

“What if I told you I’ve been in love with you since we were kids”

“Please don’t shut me out”

“Love interest finds an open diary”

“Please don’t say goodbye”

“You’re holding me back”

“I’m willing to wait for it.”

Roommates heroes whom everyone thinks are together but are just living together. They do love each other but they set boundaries that prevent a relationship to happen. It all goes out the window as a villain points it out.

“I’ll kiss that guy over there if you keep ignoring me..”

“You still love me, right?”

“I’m only here because there’s food”

“Life isn’t a fairy tale.”

“What are we fighting for?”

“There was never an us.”

“Just because I don’t show or say that it hurt, doesn’t mean I don’t have any feelings.”

“I said you can’t fall in love with me, but I didn’t say I can’t fall in love with you.”

“You’ve always abandoned her/him/them easily, and fetching her/him/them again when you finally remember.”

AU: Group C

Aging Up

All Human

Bodysharing

De-Aging

Ghosts

Magic

Robots/Androids/Cyborgs

Vampire

Werewolf

Wingfic

Zombies

Theme/Setting/Style: Group D

A/B/O Society

Afterlife

Barista/Coffeeshop/Bakery

High-school/College/University

Historical: Modern/Future/Past

Magic

Noir Detective

Prison

Royalty

Pirate

Spy/Secret Agent/Assassin/Hit-man

 Holiday Fic

Isolated or trapped

Reincarnation

Time Travel

Individual Elements: Group E

Amnesia

Character Death

Doppelgangers

Presumed dead

Pretend Couple

Based on Canon: Group F

Au

Recasting

Crossover

Dark

Denail

Missing Scene

Mirror-verse/Spiderverse

Fix-it

Futurefic/Next Generation

Pastfic/Backstory

Tropes: Group G

Abandoned Hospital

Abandoned Playground

Aborted Declaration of Love

Accidental pregnancy

Achilles' Heel

Adrenaline Makeover

Afterlife

Agents Dating

Alibi

Almost Kiss

Alone amount the Couples

Amicable Exes

Amnesia

Anchored Exes

Ancient Evil

Back From the Dead

Back to School

Badass driver

Best friend’s sibling

Billionaire

Blackmail

Blind Date

Childhood Friend Romance

Class Warfare (One comes from money, the other lacks it.)

Close Shave

Common Law Marriage

Cruel and Unusal Death

Enemies to Lovers

Everybody Lives

Eye for an Eye

Fairy-tale

Fake Relationship

Fake-Out Make-out

False Friend

False Soulmate

Fling

Forbidden Love

Friends to Lovers

Gaslighting

Graveyard

Halloweentown

Hallway Fight

Happily Married

Haunted House

Hidden Villian

Hunger Games

I don’t want to ruin our friendship

If I can’t have you...

Ignorance is bliss

It’s not you, it’s me

It’s not you, it’s my enemies

Jilted Bride/Groom

Justified Criminal

Kidnapped

Lady and Knight

Let’s just be friends

Literally loving Thy Neighbor

Long Distance Relationship

Longing look

Love at first Note

Love at first punch

Love at first sight

Love Confession

Love Hurts

Love Potion

Love Transcends Space time

Loved I not Honor More

Loves Me not

Loving a Shadow

Loving Bully 

Make Up or Break Up

Marriage of Convenience

Married to the Job

Marry for Love

Matchmaker

Maybe Ever after?

Meet the In-Laws

Military

Mistaken for Cheating

Mistaken Identity

Mob

Morning After

Muggle-Mage Romance

My girl back home

New Old Flame

No Romantic Resolution

Nobody thinks it will work

Office Romance

Offscreen Breakup

Offscreen Romance

On the Rocks

On the run

One that got away

Opposites Attract

Outlaw Couple

Performer-Musician

Playboy

Please Dump Me

Politics

Prank Date

Red String of Fate

Redemption

Relationship Reveal

Relationship Revolving Door

Relationship Sabotage

Relationship-Salvaging Disaster

Removed from the picture

Removing the rival

Return to Hometown

Reunion

Revenge 

Romantic Wingman

Royalty

Runaway bride/groom

Runaway Fiance

Scars

Second Chance

Secret Baby

Secret/Lost Heir

Shotgun wedding

Stranded

Sudden Baby

Time Travel

Ugly Duckling

Undercover as Lovers

Unrequited Love

Van Helsing

Widow(er)

World Tour

[kamilahmademedoit]

She Loves Control (part 8)

As promised, I’m posting ch. 8, though I have no idea when the next part will be ready. There are probably 2-3 more chapters to the story.  

Pairing: Kamilah x MC

Warnings: angst, I guess...

Words: 3127

Part 1 - 7

“And this… this is for the ceiling”, Anna explained with sparkling eyes as she was holding up a garland made of identical paper Jack O'Lanterns - some orange, some black

“I still don’t grasp the significance of this… holiday”, Kamilah replied, an eyebrow raised, her voice dripping with skepticism.

“But… Lily and I already explained it, like, a dozen times”, Anna slightly pouted.

“Yes, you did go on and on, and on about it...”, Kamilah teased, leaning forward. Her lips just barely brushing Anna’s, she added: “But I’m still not sure a party is in order.”

“Well, it is if you wish to make your human girlfriend very… very happy”, Anna breathed against her lips, a cheeky half-promise in her eyes.

“What you’re doing, it’s called manipulation, darling”, Kamilah went along, her hands grasping the front of her blouse to pull her in closer.

“Is it working?”

“Mmm… better than I care to admit”, Kamilah said in response and finally locked lips with her. Her kisses never ceased to make Anna dizzy even after what she was raised to think of as the ‘honeymoon phase’ wore off.

Months had passed since that dance they shared at the Gala - the magazines just as fascinated with their romance as they were in the beginning. The fact that they were both so private about it became the source of some pretty amusing rumors that Lily brought to Anna’s attention. Anna wasn’t as amused.   

Kamilah found herself threading uncharted waters when Anna moved in a couple months after what happened with the Council. Living with someone for the first time in a century, and with a human nonetheless was what they politely called ‘a challenge’. In the time they’d lived together, none of them ever brought up Anna’s mortality or where things were going and some unnamed tension had slowly settled between them, spiking the romantic bliss with unspoken bitterness.

But Anna’s kisses tasted just as sweet, her warmth at sunset creating the illusion of forever Kamilah needed to get through the night. And so they never addressed it, careful not to make the whole fine structure collapse.    

“So...”, Anna broke their kiss to catch her breath. “You get why we’re having a party now?”

“Yes. To make my girlfriend happy.”, Kamilah relented with just the hint of a smile in the corners of her mouth.

“Among other things”, Anna added, gazing intently into her eyes.

“I can think of ‘other things’ that can make you happy...”, Kamilah slowly started walking her back to the open bedroom door.  

“Yes, but will they make Lily happy as well?”, Anna went on.

Kamilah stopped and raised an eyebrow. “Well, hopefully, not.”

“I’m just trying to preserve some of the human traditions she’s used to”, Anna explained, the mood suddenly lost on her. “And Halloween kinda celebrates her vampire side too… in a way… So I thought, you know...”

“Darling, no need to sell me on the party”, Kamilah replied, her arms tightening around Anna’s waist. “But I feel like there’s something else on your mind”, Kamilah’s eyes held a question, an invitation.

Anna shook her head no. “Not really, no. It’s nothing”, she placed a gentle kiss on Kamilah’s lips and wiggled out of her embrace. “So, I’ll finish decorating here, you don’t need to work from home.”

“You sure?”, Kamilah asked, uncertain.

“Sure. Go, slay.”, Anna smiled warmly at her, trying to appear more carefree than she was feeling inside.

“I will do no such thing. Unless someone ruins the Shanghai negotiations.” Kamilah furrowed her brows for a brief second, her thoughts growing distant.

“It’s a… figure of speech.”

“Oh.”, Kamilah considered it for a second. “Well, then I will ‘slay’.” She leaned in to give Anna a kiss goodbye before leaving the huge apartment, almost as barren as when Anna first moved in but now with Halloween decorations hanging from the ceiling.

“Yes, you do that”, Anna mumbled to herself. With a sigh, she turned to the box filled with what appeared to be stale greyish cotton. The fake spiderwebs soon to be hanged on the walls.

…

What appeared to be a battered wedding dress hung to her body, her skin now covered heavily in pale blue-grey powder, when she appeared behind the vintage dressing screen in the otherwise modern bedroom. Her hair tousled, dark circles of makeup under her eyes, she was frowning to herself, giving the dress an apprehensive look while twisting and turning to capture it from all angles.

“What do you think? A bit much?”, Anna asked, still searching the dress for some barely perceivable flaw that might unexpectedly ruin the whole meticulously planned look.

“Corpse bride?”, Lily was sitting cross-legged on the king-sized bed facing her.

“Yes, isn’t it clear? Does it look weird?”, concern was battling to subdue panic on her face.

“No, it looks so subtle. Yes, that’s the word - subtle”, Lily teased instead of an answer.

“Lily, I mean it!”, Anna insisted and turned to the vanity mirror right next to the screen to fix her nude lipstick with a soft grey hue.

“Oh, I mean it too”, Lily went on. “Your decaying flesh is so hot, Kamilah’ll have to put a ring on it.”

Anna didn’t say anything but instead gave Lily a poignant look that let her know her disapproval of the joke. Then, taking the wide brush from the rose gold makeup tray on the vanity she proceeded to add more grey powder to her cheeks.

“Can I just say I find this incredibly offensive to the undead community?”, Lily spoke up again. “Did you have to be The Corpse Bride to make your point?”

“I’m not making a point”, Anna’s voice chippered, her eyes meeting Lily’s in the mirror, a smile twisting her powdered lips.

“Yep, not making a point at all, what with the torn wedding dress and the undead look...”

Anna put the brush down and turned to Lily, inspecting her ripped jeans and band T-shirt ‘costume’. “And what are you? A fangirl?”

“Nope”, Lily shook her head, a wide grin making its way on her lips. “I’m a sociopathic serial killer - we look just like anyone else.”

Anna’s mouth gaped for a moment, eyes widening in disbelief. “Lily! It’s not funny when you’re making that joke!”

“Relax, Tim Burton, I haven’t accidentally killed anyone yet.”

“Yet?”, Anna kept on scolding.

“My point is, put on some sexy dress instead and have an honest conversation”, Lily brushed off her comment in favor of her own agenda. “You want her to Turn you, right?”

“I don’t want her to Turn me”, Anna explained patiently as she sat beside Lily. “It’s just… how it goes. Right?”, she looked at her best friend, eyes searching for validation. “I mean, if you fell in love with a human… that’s what you’d do?”

“Well… I don’t know, to be honest. I still haven’t come to terms with being literally immortal.” Lily confessed, a look of disbelief flashing on her face. Anna gently bumped her shoulder with hers. “But… isn’t that how it is in most relationships? It’s either you break up or it’s ‘till death does you part’.”

“Exactly.”, Anna nodded, her eyes suddenly distant. “So, I say, let’s get this death thing over with and go on about our lives.”

“I mean, it’s not that easy...”, Lily objected, slightly raising her voice.

“I know, Lils, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to imply...” Anna began apologetically.

“No, I know, it’s just… it’s a huge responsibility. What if you don’t like being a vampire? Now she’s the one that doomed you to an eternal existence, making you watch as the world literally crumbles around you every few decades…”

Anna’s lips parted as the realization hit her. Guilt gripped her heart and for a second she could almost hear Kamilah’s voice in her head ‘Who are you to say who is to live or die?’. She brushed the lone tear in the corner of her eye - no point feeling sorry now that nothing could be done.

“Yes… but that leaves us with the only other option. Breaking up.”, Anna whispered. She sat there quietly for a moment before jumping to her feet. “You’re right, I should change.” But as she opened the closet door to pick a less costume-y dress, the doorbell rang to let them know that the first guests were already here.

“You should've thought of that sooner”, Lily patted her on the back and went to let the partygoers in.

…

Kamilah could hear the music right from the revolving door of her building and it only got louder as she was riding the elevator to the 13th floor. Of course, mortals didn’t have her heightened hearing but as she got off on her floor she could feel the vibrations of the bass underneath her simple black stilettos. She put her card in the door, “I put a spell on you” greeting her as she stepped into her apartment, now packed with people she barely knew dressed as all sorts of peculiar creatures and characters.

“Hey there”, a friendly looking redhead greeted her. She could swear she’d never seen her before.

“Good evening”, Kamilah returned the greeting sternly and gave the girl a firm nod. She made her way through the crowd, searching for a familiar face. Either Lily or Anna, maybe even Adrian was already here.

“Kamilah”, she heard a feminine voice behind her. “Over here!”

A tall middle-aged brunette in a nurse costume was standing near the fridge, a sparkling wine glass in hand. She was smiling with uncalled for delight as Kamilah made her way toward her. “Audrey”, Kamilah acknowledged her, leaning in for the kiss on the cheek they usually shared.

“What a party!”, the woman spoke in praise, looking around the miscellaneous bunch of people gathered in the spacious apartment. “What is it that you’re dressed as?”, Audrey returned her gaze on Kamilah to examine her cigarette black trousers and a white button-down ensemble.

“I didn’t really have the time, it was a long day at work, Audrey”, Kamilah smiled politely.

“Oh, I suppose you and Anna are just two birds of a feather!” Audrey exclaimed as if the mere thought of how much alike they were was captivating. “She’s not wearing a costume either, that poor thing. Said she couldn’t figure it out last minute. Though, I mean, she is the hostess… or are you?”

“I suppose we both are”, Kamilah answered, reaching for the bottle of rose on the counter next to Audrey.

“Oh, yeah, that’s right, you live together now, I keep forgetting. How is that going? I’m not asking for work, you know, I’m off the clock now...”

“It’s a dream come true.” Kamilah was as brief as she could, careful not to give away anything Audrey could headline and looking for the next exit.

“A dream come true”, Audrey repeated with a wistful sigh. “You know, Kamilah, I’ve known you a long time and… you truly seem happy now. I mean, I was simply devastated watching you go to all those events alone. I was thinking ‘That poor woman - so lonely on the top’. But here you are, finally settling down. So. When are you popping the question? Not gonna give away your secrets, I promise.”, Audrey teased, a wide grin on her face and an expectant look in her eyes.

Kamilah seemed taken aback for a moment before composing herself. She took a sip from her wine and plastered a confident smile on her face.

“It would hardly be surprising if I told you, now would it?”, she replied, spotting Anna near the balcony door for just a brief moment before returning her gaze on Audrey. “But I promise to let you know. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have my hostess duties to attend to.”

“Of course”, Audrey leaned in for another kiss on the cheek. “So glad I caught you. And between you and me,” Audrey looked into her eyes intently “put a ring on it ASAP, that woman is once in a lifetime.”

“That she is.” Kamilah noded.

She found Anna on the balcony in a quiet corner away from the crowd. Donning a simple navy ombre sequined dress, she looked as gorgeous as always, though decidedly not dressed for the party. A short glass of clear liquid in hand, she was leaning on the railing, her back to the city.

“Hey, there you are”, she smiled as Kamilah approached. “My girlfriend, everybody!” Anna put her arms around Kamilah’s neck, the glass almost slipping from her clumsy grip. “Ops, that was close.”

Kamilah could smell the tequila on her breath and she could tell Anna was intoxicated. She put her hands firmly on her waist to steady her, feeling how the sequins twirled against her palms. “You are enjoying the party, my love”, Kamilah said, not quite a question.

“I am… having…” Anna was searching for words, brows furrowed for a second. “A blast!”

Kamilah smiled softly against her lips. They’d been together for a few months now but it was the first time she was seeing her this drunk. That night at the apartment she used to share with Lily didn’t even come close.  

“I’m glad you’re having fun”, Kamilah gave her a light kiss on the lips, securely wrapping her arms around her waist. “Should we get you inside?”

“Uh?”, Anna seemed confused. “Noo… Inside there are people… And they keep on asking me, and asking, and I just… what do I say?”

“Fine, we’ll get you to the bedroom then---”

“Yeah, you will”, Anna smiled suggestively.

“Anna.”

“Oh, you are no fun!”, Anna pouted in exaggerated disappointment. Kamilah sighed, leaning in to lightly brush her lips against her temple, and firmly took her hand to lead her inside.

Once among the crowd, they had to make their way through everyone who wanted to get the hostess’ attention - a task that began to feel more daunting the closer they actually were to the bedroom. It was Lily who eventually came to the rescue, chatting up the dude-bro who was insisting on a selfie with ‘the two stunning ladies of the evening’.

Kamilah shut the bedroom door behind them and it was as if the music suddenly cut off. Through her drunken haze, Anna could still feel the vibrations of the bass but the sound was low enough for her to hear her own thoughts again. And what a huge mistake that was, she realized as all the anxiety alcohol had kept at bay immediately overwhelmed her.

She wiggled out of Kamilah’s arms to sit on the bed, head in her hands.

Kamilah didn’t need her vampire senses to know something was wrong. She stood there before Anna, waiting for her to say the first word… if she would.

“Where are we going..?” Anna lifted her head to look at Kamilah, her voice but a pained whisper, her eyes imploring, begging for an answer, letting her know she couldn’t live at the threshold of the unknown any longer.  

“I…”, it wasn’t often that Kamilah was out of words, yet Anna somehow managed to render her speechless. One way or another.  

Anna’s head was swimming, the alcohol making her bolder but also heightening the tension she could feel in her stomach. Lily’s words were still in her mind like a record scratched exactly at the obscene line in a song you’d rather skip.

“What are we doing?”, Anna reiterated, still holding Kamilah’s gaze.

“I hardly think this talk is appropriate while intoxicated.”

“You’re just dodging the question.”

“Anna, we can talk in the morning. Let’s not say anything else now.”, Kamilah was slowly backing away from the conversation, knowing full well they could regret what is said out of hurt.

“Are you going to… leave me? To disappear.”

Kamilah couldn’t stand both the anguish she could see in her eyes and the thought of ever losing her.

“Are you afraid you’ll grow tired of me?”, Anna kept on pushing, those questions she had buried under the pretense of unclouded romantic delight now bubbling to the surface, demanding for answers.

“No, Anna…how could you think that?”, Kamilah sat on the bed, arms outstretched to hold her but Anna was having none of it. She kept staring into her eyes, the question still looming overhead.

“Look around, Kamilah”, Anna’s voice was trembling, she was holding back tears of frustration and anger, and hurt. “Except for my clothes in the closet, what else belongs to me here?”

Kamilah was silent for a while. On some level, she knew Anna was right. Not about her being afraid of getting over her, quite the opposite. More of Anna’s things around meant more mementos to torment her, more pictures of them on the walls meant more reminders, more salt for her proverbial wound. And Anna knew that too.  

“You are preparing to leave me”, Anna said, realization making her face somber.

“Please, we don’t have to think about this now…”, Kamilah was still trying for some damage-control as her own heart was about to break at the thought of having to say goodbye to Anna.

“It’s like Lily said”, Anna was beginning to sober up, eyes suddenly distant. “It’s either you break up, or it’s ‘till death do you part’... Except, that’s not exactly how it goes with us, is it?”

“You have your whole life ahead of you”, Kamilah spoke softly, reaching out to brush her hair but Anna turned her head away, Kamilah’s fingers grasping the space between them. “What do you want me to do?”, Kamilah was pleading now, Anna had never seen her this vulnerable.

“I want to know you won’t leave me to spend the rest of my days in a countryside cottage!”, Anna’s voice broke as tears spilled over, her lips quivering despite her best efforts.

Kamilah pulled her squirming form to her chest and wrapped her arms around her until Anna stopped fighting and slumped into her clasp. She held her with a tender firmness as Anna was wailing and sobbing, unable to form a sentence despite wanting to comfort her.

Kamilah knew how the story went, she had been down all the roads more times than the human heart could stand, losing and grieving, and finding it within herself to love again, to lose again, to grieve again. But maybe this time… maybe this one stubborn human girl she would never be able to mourn.

[melodyofgraves]

Road Trip (Chambers  x Konevi modern AU) - part one

A/N: I know it took me a long time to finish this (for a few reasons) but it’s here. This was really fun to write but I don’t know if it will be as fun to read. So please let me know if I should post future parts of this mess when I’m done with them.

The whole idea is just a bunch of little stories with an introduction (this part) and an end. And a lot of tropes and cliches. Hope you'll still enjoy!

Words: 1776

Tagging: @hellospunkiebrewster @queerchoicesblog @brightpinkpeppercorn @pixieferry @akrenich @itsbrindleybinch @thehonorarybeaumont @robbiessutcliffe @the-writerly-night-owl @inkandfables @choicesbyvera

“Please tell me you have ice cream.” weren’t exactly the words Annabelle was expecting to hear when she opened her door on a Friday night.

So after almost thirty minutes of watching her friend trying to pretend he “just wanted to hang out” while emptying her freezer of anything that contained enough sugar, she began to lose patience.

“What’s going on, Bart?” she asked, loudly enough to get his attention over the tv.

“I already told you…”

“Bullshit.” she cut him off before taking a deep breath and smiling gently. “You know I don’t have anything against you hanging out at my place. But I know that’s not the reason you’re here. So talk.”

He bit his lip and looked into the ice cream bucket in his hand as if it was the perfect place to find his answer. Then he just sighed, muting the show they were just watching.

“I saw Yusuf today.”

“Oh.” Parsons tilted her head. “How is he?”

“I don’t know.”

“You don’t know? You didn’t talk?”

“No.” Chambers pointed towards rack in the hallway he could barely see from his spot. “I also kinda stole his jacket.”

“What are you talking about?”

“The green one. Well, technically I didn’t steal it. He gave it to me so I could chase my bus and yelled that I can give it back later.”

“So what’s the problem?”

“I think he changed his number last year and probably forgot I don’t have a new one. So if I don’t find him myself, this stolen jacket is staying with me.”

“It’s not stolen.”

“Yeah. And it’s a nice jacket.”

“It is. So why do you have it again?” Annabelle would be lying if she said she wasn’t a little confused.

“Long story. In short, it was pouring rain earlier today and I was hiding under this tunnel with a bunch of people when I saw my bus. And I had two options – I wait however long it takes for the weather to calm down or I run for it to the nearest bus stop. Which would be far enough if there wasn’t a flood coming from the sky.”

“Why do I feel like you're being a little dramatic?"

“Hey, I didn’t have an umbrella. Or even a coat. Only this t-shirt.”

“Coward.”

“Shush. So I’m trying to make the decision when I feel someone tap me on the shoulder.”

“And by someone you mean Yusuf?”

“Yes, I mean Yusuf. I’m trying to add a little suspense to the story but since you don’t appreciate it then I give up.” he glared at his friend getting a chuckle in return. “He gave me his jacket and told me to run because he can wait. And then I caught the bus and came here. The end.”

“What do you mean the end? Why didn’t you stay there and talk to him? Ask when did he come back?”

“Yeah, I thought about it myself. Already sitting in the bus.” he sighed. ”Everything was happening so fast.”

“Kinda sounds like a plot of a bad fanfiction.” she joked, earning another glare.

“Glad you find my life funny.”

“Wait. I mean, you know he’s in town. So finding him shouldn't be that much of a problem.”

“I don’t know if he’s back for good. And we’re leaving tomorrow so he might be gone before we go back.”

“And if he isn’t, I’ll help you find him. Come on, you can’t be moping around at Lucy’s wedding.”

“I have a whole week before the actual ceremony.” he smiled slightly, feeling a little better. The groom was grumpy enough for the whole group so maybe he should focus on balancing it out. “Luke’s driving, right?”

Annabelle furrowed her brows at him.

“Wait, you mean they didn’t tell you?”

“Tell me what?”

“Briar asked if we could add Edmund to our car and he was supposed to call you and ask if you two could switch…”

“Oh.”

“Shit. We can kick him out tomorrow, Briar can live without…”

“No, no, it’s fine. I don’t mind,” he assured. No need to make a fuss about something so petty. “So who’s in the other car?”

-

Sitting in the backseat and being squeezed in between Theresa and Felicity wasn’t his best Saturday morning but it certainly wasn’t the worst one either. After all, he could’ve ended up like Arthur, gripping the steering wheel while trying to answer to Mr Westonly’s attempted conversations as politely and loudly as possible.

“Why are we even going all the way to Grovershire for this? Like the couldn't have chosen anything closer to home.” the blonde muttered, tapping her nails against her purse.

“But Lucy always wanted to get married in the same church as her parents did,” the grin appeared on Theresa's face as she was almost jumping in her seat. “It’s just so romantic when you think about it.”

“And cliche. I’m surprised Ernest even agreed to that nonsense.” a hint of a smile tugged on the corners of Holloway's lips, indicating she was starting an argument more out of boredom than anything else.

“I’m sure he thought it was a great idea…”

The ladies continued their banter so Bart just sighed and focused on the road. They left early enough to avoid too much traffic and he was thankful for that. Everything seemed so calm outside. On the inside, however…

“Young man, would you stop at the gas station? I need to stretch out these old legs.” Mr Westonly asked suddenly. Bart was initially pretty surprised that the old man was going with them but he was one of the very few family members Ernest had left so he decided to not even question it. Whatever made his friend happy.

“I was hoping we could go a little more without stopping so we could…” Arthur began to explain but was cut off by Felicity.

“Oh, come on, they can wait. I will not spend another hour in this car.”

"But..."

"Now."

So they stopped. A ten-minute break on the gas station before hitting the road again. That’s what they agreed on.

So imagine Bartholomew’s surprise when after returning from the bathroom, the car was gone. Nowhere in sight. Its previous spot completely empty.

They left him.

But that’s okay. He can just call them and ask what the hell happened, right?

He grabbed his phone from his pocket so quickly it almost dropped. Good thing he at least kept it in his jacket because his backpack and all of his other things were still in Wood’s car. But that’s okay, he was just going to call them and…

… and his phone was dead. Fantastic.

He kicked a nearby pebble in frustration. How the hell did they not notice he was gone? And should he just stand there in the hope they’d come back or find another transport?

He decided to wait for a few moments. It’s not like he had anything better to do.

-

Chambers sat on the sidewalk, watching the passing cars and getting more annoyed with each second. That was getting ridiculous. He always wanted to believe in people’s best intentions but how do you just forget about a person like that?

The gas station was pretty much in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by the woods. Aside from the store and small parking with barely any cars, there wasn’t really much for him to do or go to.

Going for a walk, while tempting, was out of the question. Even if his friends didn’t come back for him, he would probably get lost in the unknown forest and that was the last thing he wanted that day.

He finally stood up. Moping around won’t get him anywhere. Asking around for directions to the nearest form of transportation was probably a better option.

Turning around towards the store, he suddenly heard his name.

“Bart?” a black car stopped right next to him and a familiar face peeked through the window. “What are you doing here?”

“Hi!” he waved, trying to look as casual as possible. Almost three years without him and now they’re running into each other every day. “I’m just looking around. How about you?”

“Just getting gas.” Yusuf smiled at him and his heart fluttered just like years ago when they first met. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Yeah. Not really.”

“Do you want to talk about this?”

“No, it’s fine. You’re driving somewhere and I don’t want to stop you.”

“I’ve got time. Just give me a minute to park.”

-

“How the hell could they forget about you?”

“I have no idea.” Chambers mumbled, sitting next to him on the sidewalk and munching on one of the ice cream sandwiches they've just bought. “And right now I’m left with nothing because all of my things are in the car."

“You don’t have anything?”

“I have some cash in my pocket but it’s not much. And my phone but it’s useless because the charger is in my backpack. Next to your jacket, actually.” he sighed. “Thank you for that, by the way. And sorry I can’t give it back to you yet.”

"Don't mention it. It's not your fault that you were abandoned." Yusuf nudged him lightly. "Why did you even brought it with you?"

Because it's yours and I wasn't going to just leave it at home for so long.

"I was thinking maybe you were going to the wedding too."

"Oh, I just found out about it from you." Konevi laughed and Bart could feel his cheeks get a little bit warmer. "I haven't really had a chance to talk to anyone yet so they probably don't even know I'm back."

"I'm sure they'd be happy to see you."

"I wouldn't want to show up uninvited." he stood up, dusting off his jeans and throwing the wrapper into the bin. "I could make sure you get there though."

“Really?”

“Of course. I wouldn't be able to sleep at night if I just left you here alone. And I'm going in the same direction anyway.” he grinned and extended his hand, helping Chambers stand up as well. "If you don't mind spending so much time with me, that is."

"That sounds... perfect."

Yusuf grinned again and got into the car, quickly joined by the other man.

"Are you sure you don't mind? The ride to the Grovershire is pretty long." Chambers asked, just to be sure, though he couldn't stop the hopeful smile from appearing on his face.

"I have time and good company. Everything I need." he chuckled, starting the car. “Besides, I really want that jacket back.”

[szappan]

tag time, thank you!

 Hello, I hope you’re all having a nice day. The things I was tagged in have clumped up so I thought I could just do them all now. Thank you to everyone who tagged me!!!

1. Diana @britneyshakespeare (thank you so much!!)

Rules: tag people you’d like to get to know better! (reading this i felt like one of those crying cats, im so honoured seriously thank you)

Top 10 songs I can’t stop listening to: this is actually very well-timed because i can actually name these and also @sastrugie tagged me in a similar one, thank you:

You Ain’t Going Nowhere - Bob Dylan

Atlantis - Donovan

All La Glory - The Band

Moondance - Van Morrison

Šlechtici - Golden Kids

Not Enough - FUR

Leave Her, Johnny - George Sneez

Be Bop A Lula - Gene Vincent

Series Of Dreams - Bob Dylan

Márti Dala - Pásztor Anna & Kiss Tibi

Favorite color(s): all but orange on its own. orange paired with something else is fine. it’s amazing if it’s obnoxious.

Favorite ships: two white cats they’re husband and wife, the coconut lorikeets in denver zoo and merthur

Lipstick or chapstick: neh

Last Movie: my brother and i watched Thor: Ragnarök again last week, I think that was it. I’ve been really trying to watch more movies lately, especially considering how it’s the primary art source of the era (not really but it is kinda.. what)

Currently Reading: Winnie the Pooh

i’ll tag everyone at the end of this, thank you!

2. thank you @smittyjaws and @savoy-brown-shoe for this tag from ages ago!

the point is that i shuffle my music library and list the first ten that come up

 A 67-es Út - Republic

Death Of A Clowd - The Kinks (look at this babie)

Feel A Whole Lot Better - Tom Petty

Somebody To Love - Queen 

Paintbox - Pink Floyd

Piano Concerto No. 1 - Tchaikovsky

No Time To Think - Bob Dylan

The Diary Of Horace Wimp - ELO

The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down - The Band

Oh! Darling - The Beatles

thank u!

3. thank you @thenesmith for this here very 7 questions tag! i love the format you did this in by the way and also @britneyshakespeare too!!

Relationship status: i’m not in a romantic relationship with anyone

Favourite colour: see above but i also realized that i really like that blue that my corduroy shirt is, it’s like light but strong and muted at the same time

Lipstick or chapstick?: no thank you

Top three ships: yuh

Last song I listened to: I’m listening to Help! by the Beatles, thank you youtube autoplay

Spell out your name with song titles: W - Wonderboy - The Kinks I - I Love My Shirt - Donovan L - Lod’ Do Neznáma - Tublatanka E - Everyday - Buddy Holly S - Summer ‘68- Pink Floyd 

4. Thank you, Diana @britneyshakespeare yet again!

15 questions, 15 mutuals

Are you named after someone? I am not.

When was the last time you cried? Two days ago on the way home on the bus because I was thinking of a song that made me cry

Do you have kids? no thankfully

Do you use sarcasm a lot? I try not to

What’s the first thing you notice about people? Well, I guess at first glance I see how they look, but behaviour-vise I tend to notice how aware they are of their surroundings

What’s your eye colour? You know that post telling hazel-eyed people to shut up? Brownish-green. Totally green if the lights are right. Totally brown when the lights are not right etc

Scary movie or happy ending? Both can be good, especially combined

Any special talents? I can bend my left thumb in a way that it looks like my hand is broken

Where were you born? Right in the middle of Budapest in a hospital

What are your hobbies? Reading, drawing whatever i can, i guess music, ruining various pieces of clothing with various techniques, putting whatever spices i see in whatever dish i’m making, being gentle with my cat

Do you have any pets? cat

What sport do you/have you played? I used to swim a lot, even tried synchronized swimming for a year or two, then gymnastics when I was littol, then I took up karate and broke my arm three months in so I quit, I tried ballet too this year but that’s over now and I also did yoga for a few months so yeah these are the official ones

How tall are you? 5′4″? 164 cm?

Favourite subject in school? I don’t dislike any of them. I like English a lot tho

Dream job? shepherd. but a lot of people told me that i have potential to better the world and i want to do that too somehow but also if i could just focus on getting through each day not by making money but by making bread or yes, herding sheep, i would do that too.

thank you!!

5. thank you @thenesmith again! this is to post gifs of my top 5 favourite movies. (currently)

1. Spider-man: Homecoming

2. The Road To El Dorado

3. Labyrinth

4. The Rutles - All You Need Is Cash

5. idk Back to the Future

wuh

6. thank you, @siliconpine!

20 songs tag game

A song you like with a color in the title || Crimson and Clover - Tommy James & The Shondells

A song you like with a number in the title || Fourth Time Around - Bob Dylan

A song that reminds you of summertime || Mary Jane’s Last Dance - Tom Petty (obvi)

A song that reminds you of someone you’d rather forget || i dont think theres a song such as this because i dont like forgetting people

A song that needs to be played LOUD || Birthday - The Beatles

A song that makes you wanna dance || anything pink floyd because i came to the conclusion that you cant dance to pink floyd so i always want to prove myself wrong

A song that makes you happy || Happiness Runs - Donovan

A song that you never get tired of || Ophelia - The Band

A song that you would love played at your wedding || Light A Roman Candle With Me - fun.

A song that is a cover by another artist || Dream A Little Dream Of Me - The Mamas & the Papas

A song that you have sung as a duet at karaoke || none sadly

A song that makes you think about life ||  It’s Alright Ma (I’m Only Bleeding) - Bob Dylan

A favorite song with a person’s name in the title || Maxine - Traveling Wilburys

A song that you think everybody should listen to || It’s Nice To Be Nice - Pugwash

A song by a band you wish were still together || See My Friends - The Kinks

A song by an artist no longer living || Rock & Roll Suicide - David Bowie

A song that makes you want to fall in love || I Got You Babe - Sonny and Cher

A song that breaks your heart || You’re Gonna Make Me Lonesome When You Go - Bob Dylan

A song that you remember from your childhood || Egy bogár - Cseh Tamás

A song that reminds you of yourself || Friends To Go - Paul McCartney

thank you so much!

7. again by @siliconpine!! thank you so much

A This or That Tag Game

Honey and lemon or milk and sugar // musicals or plays // lemonade or iced tea // strawberries or raspberries // winter or summer // beaches or forests // diners or cafés // unicorns or dragons // gemstones or crystals // hummingbirds or owls // fireworks or sparklers // brunch or happy hour what // sweet or sour no // Rome or Amsterdam // classic or modern art // sushi or ramen// sun or moon // polka dots or stripes // macaroons or croissants// glitter or matte // Degas or Seurat  // aquariums or planetariums // road trip or camping trip not a fan of either // coloring books or watercolor // fairy lights or candles

thank you!! i think this is it!

thank YOU if you got this far in, and I’ll tag @vanillatumbleweedscoffee @stars-in-my-damn-eyes @sneez @fancybasementfestival @kipland00 @dreameramongwildflowers @punkslap @rhapsody-under-pressure and everyone who i tagged before and anyone who wants to to do any of these tags as they see fit and if they’re in the mood or have enought time or are just looking for something to do

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Wishlist

Hiya ♡ Just a terribly bored girl who likes to spend her free time writing out the lives of fictional characters! You can find me using discord more than anything, as I can use it wherever. If you didn’t already see, I’m 21 and a Female. That matters for some people, for example, I won’t write out mature topics with people under 18.

I double, triple, and enjoy F//, M// and M/F. Fandom and original are both fun! I have a list of fandoms further down that I am happy to discuss or rp ♡ As far as fandoms go, I am OC friendly, and will absolutely play your desired love interest ♡

If you find yourself wanting to write together, shoot me a message! It is the fastest way to catch my attention! please include what plot/pairing you are looking to do rather than just ‘hey, are you looking for an rp?’ 

Ideas

- Kingdom Hearts, I finished playing 3 and really want to roleplay with someone. Oc/Canon or Canon/Canon if I ship it. I can play your character's love interest if you can play mine ^^ My first girl can be paired with Saix, or Axel if that is an easier character to play. My second girl has Demyx as her love interest. I would be happy to tell you more about them if doubling up is something you want to do. I have played all of the games //or at least watched all the cut scenes hehe// So I have confidence in playing most characters. Shipping wise feel free to ask and I can tell you. It's faster than me listing them.

-  A Love Live School Idol Festival Themed rp, we make our own unit of school idols and roleplay their adventures, highs and lows, could be a F// or completely platonic! also open to a M/F romance between 2 idols of different units //ex.Starlight Four vs Phantom Five//

- Miraculous , I want to do something with my girl who is a ballerina with a swan Kwammi, who has Marinette/Ladybug as her love interest. Can play Adrien/Cat Noir for you, otherwise I'm not as confident with the other canons. Could also just use Oc's and do our own thing. I just REALLY want to play my favorite black cat superhero. Chances are I will 100% make a pinterest board or something for the roleplay *-* I do have a couple ideas in mind regarding some villans // Jellyfish and Monarch Butterfly??//

-  Something with an animal cafe, where the workers there have animal like traits, a maid/butler has a crush on a human patron or fellow worker. A cute magical slice of life. A slow burn romance, that can play out as the seasons come and go

- Something like "A Simple Favor" . 2 single mothers meet each other through their children wanting a playdate. One being very bubbly and cheery, the type to make beautiful home cooked meals, do arts and crafts and run a blog. The second a chic business woman who lives a life of lavish events and the finest clothes money can buy. These two women over time fall in love, despite their different worlds. Sharing their passions with one another and watching their children grow. A sweet F// really 

-  F// spy or partners in crime kinda plot! need help building this one!

-  A witch curses a princess so that no man will ever fall in love with her! This backfires when the princess thanks her, as she is actually very into women. A cute F// rp

- A Fire Emblem rp with oc's? Basically build our own world? this one would be a lot of work. I do also have one Nohrian Cleric who I would love to use, fairly open minded about who I pair her with, so you don't have to worry about me claiming anyone. Happy to double!

- Something based off the mangas Beasts of Abigaile , the Case Study of Vanitas or Mermaid Boys I am very into these recently and am happy to do oc's or canons. or, build something similar of our own.

-  Magical girl stuff. Sailor Moon, Winx Club, Shugo Chara, Pretty cure, etc. I would love to do something akin to a second gen or using various anime as an inspiration to the rp!

- A Marvel rp, specifically with the Thor universe. I would like to do an rp with Loki x Oc, where I play as Loki, since I miss playing him. I saw Thor Ragnarok and didn't know I needed to see Loki in a suit. Prefer that your character had a faceclaim, and not picking on if they are male or female really, like I said, I just really want to play Loki and have him fall in love, and yes, I have seen infinity war

- Adding to the Marvel fandom, I am also happy to play spiderman/Peter Parker for your oc, or Venom/Eddie Brock for your oc. I'm looking to get some experience playing as them, so I would not be expecting us to double, as I don't have an oc of my own that could fit with them.

- Black Butler, I really got back into this and am dying to do something with oc's or canons //maybe even a good canon x oc?// I want to use my oc who would be a maid, similar to Seb, a demon who also has a thing for ciel, not so much romantically. Happy to play Alois, Sebby, undertaker, ciel, or claude for you. 

-  A cute slice of life rp? a pinch of magic? Maybe a young wizard and witch? one from big city the other from a small town in the country?

-  Peter Pan based rp, I had a few pairings and ideas in mind, the 2 I most crave are Captain Hook//TinkerBell and Captain Hook//Peter Pan. I just want to play a captain hook using Hugh Jackman as Hook's FC. BxB or BxG is fine by me, I'm just looking to have the roles reversed, where Hook is the good guy, taking in the lost boys who peter intends to 'thin out' when they start to grow up, and having them join his crew for refuge. He tries to save as many as he can, but sometimes he shows up too late or things get in his way //peter's trusty pet croc?// I like the idea of having there be a routine of Peter collecting a new 'Wendy' Perhaps as a sacrifice to keep him young and keep neverland's magic? Plot with me?

- Very much wanna do a Red Riding Hood style rp, can be cute and fluffy or dark and eerie! The cuter plot would be an academy that teaches two entirely different crowds, the first being the Red Hoods, a class made up of boys and girls who will go into the world and become protectors to ordinary folk. While the other class is the wolves, those either willing to learn to control their gifts, and those thrown into the academy in fear of them running loose with no supervision. Dark and eerie plot could be more historical fantasy, again, there being a group of Red Hood's, who protect their villages and towns from the werewolves that stalk the borders, ready to pick up one weak and foolish enough to stray from home. A red goes hunting in the woods, as they are the only ones experienced enough to fight back, and finds a trapped wolf, and chooses to help them. The wolf then taking shape into a human thanks the Red Hood and promises they won't forget the kindness. This could also be swapped, where a Red has harmed them self and can't get back to the village, and a wolf assists them. Can be F// M// or F/M. I prefer to play the wolf if I can, but am just as happy to play a Red Hood. ^^ we could do multiple pairings for this as well

- Something inspired by ‘A Court of Thorns and Roses’ with the seasons and times of day each having a court/kingdom? 

Genres

- Fantasy stuff! Give me your zodiac based rp's, take me to lands where princes and princesses are made to wed, throw all your wizarding and witchy worlds my way. These are what I want! I want to be able to do something that will be imaginative and exciting! Elves, fairies, royalty, fairytales [modern and historical], werewolves, vampires, I love it all!

- Horror, I love me a good scary plot! I've gotten in to playing corpse party again, and would love to see something under the genres of haunted school, a town with a murderer on the loose, dealing with supernatural creatures with morbid tendencies, and ghots with traumatizing pasts and violent deaths. I love me some gore and horror.

- Romance, give me a rp where there is drama, heartbreak, love and friendship. I love love love romance based roleplay's. High school based ones with angtsy teens, day to day living, coffe shop romance, I will take it if it has a compelling plot and a character I can fall for!

- Harvest Moon, I mean, it could be pokemon based, or just straight up village living, I crave that simple life kinda roleplay, it's a game series I do adore, and will always find joy playing

Fandoms!

Marvel~Overwatch~Kingdom Hearts~Love Live~Miraculous~Fire Emblem~Case Study of Vanitas~Mermaid Boys~Sailor moon~Winx Club~Shugo Chara~Precure~Kuroshitsuji~Aikatsu~Corpse party~Final fantasy~Harvest Moon~Rune factory~Persona~Pokemon~Tokyo Ghoul

[jennycalendar]

2018 fic writing roundup

tagged by @catty-words​ !! thank u darling

i have this lingering suspicion that the 92k mess that is imperfections has a tendency of bumping up my word count, but also i’ve been writing particularly A Lot this year. so. yikes. this’ll be a mess

Total 2018 Word Count: 465,233 (so uh. yikes squared?) Total 2018 Hits: 16,798 Other 2018 AO3 Stats: Kudos: 1,592; Comment threads: 457; Bookmarks: 186; Subscriptions: 121.

Total 2017 Word Count: 171,640   Total 2017 Hits: 9,156 Other 2017 AO3 Stats: Kudos: 841; Comment threads: 172; Bookmarks: 126; Subscriptions: 40.

Links and Titles to 2018 Works (buckle up kids)

ten questions for new year’s eve (6,669 words) lonely s4 giles meets jenny on new year’s eve. basically fluff laced with some light angst, which i think set the tone for most of my writing this year

forever (4,738 words) some assorted femslash ficlets from tumblr that i immediately forgot about after february. it of course got buried under a deluge of jenny fic but there’s still some cute stuff there! i had a lot of fun in particular writing about bb willow and the beginnings of her attraction to girls

she’s your destiny (9,560 words) AHHHHHH I FORGOT I WROTE THIS. blessings of writing This Much. soulmate au with buffy/willow and giles/jenny where like. none of them are soulmates but they fall crazy in love anyway.

the happy-ending bouquet (3,851 words) set in 2018. giles and jenny have been married for something like 15 years and are still very happy and in love. basically just an endless deluge of fluff

personas (2,729 words) hhhhh i hesitate to count this as a 2018 fic, because i technically posted it in summer 2017 and then deleted it for reasons unknown (even to me). but there aren’t enough fics that explore jenny’s fractured sense of identity and her broken heart and i love my girl so much. so. wrote that.

something real (2,173 words) my valentine’s day fic!! a friend and i share the headcanon that jenny would have finally shoved her way back into giles’s heart if not for the love spell throwing her off, so. wrote a fic where that happened, albeit somewhat angstily.

direct, but not unwelcome (4,478 words) this fic always makes me cringe, a little; the office verse was written largely for faith and tara, and writing giles and jenny in it was a decision i don’t entirely like (mostly bc there really is no narrative place for either of them). but it has a few good lines ig?

putting a ring on it (2,370 words) giles and jenny proposal fic!! a little wobbly in places imo but still so fun to write. those two deserve all the fluff

the second choice soulmates (6,942 words) the inevitable faith/tara sequel to the soulmate au!! i had it planned from the second i started writing the first fic in that series, and i had a lot of fun with it. in which faith and tara have to deal with their soulmates being in love with each other, and end up falling in love themselves.

nightmares and the aftermath (1,205 words) the first fic i wrote in the ripper au! ripper has a nightmare; jenny talks him through it.

the inherent complexity of falling in love (3,519 words) more soulmate au nonsense!! this time with solely giles and jenny!! 

let’s stay together (857 words) i say that this is “a series of vignettes in which ben, ann, and leslie are dating” but really it’s just one. i’ve kept it in bc i really wanna write more than one. ben/leslie/ann is such a blessed ship and there are no fics for it! which is ridiculous! because they really should all be dating!! leslie has two hands y’all

moments of connection in an uncertain world (3,351 words) the olivia/jenny fic that set that amazing ship on its course. set in asoue; jenny’s identity in the narrative is ambiguous bc jenny’s identity in every narrative is ambiguous. mystery bicon

amends (remixed) (2,988 words) i’m like 99 percent sure i spite-wrote this fic after watching amends bc that really seems like something i would do. in which ghost jenny makes sure buffy, angel, and giles all know that she doesn’t blame them for a single thing.

it’s a family affair (11 chapters) jenny, married to giles and mom to two daughters, loses her memory. i meant for this to be an exploration of jenny and giles’s relationship + jenny as a character, but with hindsight i feel like i kinda rushed it. maybe someday i’ll come back and expand this a little?

maybe i’m in love (24 chapters) CRIES. this fic was posted all in one day and got buried under the deluge of fic i wrote this year and i am still so sad that it remains forgotten. even by me. like i forgot it existed till now. but it is the treasure of my heart and i am still not sure what i can possibly do for calendiles day 2019 that will even come close to “slow burn giles/jenny series rewrite in script format.”

dragonslayers (8,048 words) i go back and forth between whether adding a sequel to a sappy-happy-ending fic was actually needed, but i had a lot of fun writing jenny and anya and tara being friends and adopting a dog. those girls deserve so much better.

tech support (1,315 words) jenny works at angel investigations, and giles meets her when he and buffy drive up to la to get a book. unabashed fluff.

family ties (2,294 words) giles introduces jenny to his dad and the aunts. i had giles call himself “rupert” for the entire fic and forgot to explain why i made the choice to do so (and there was a damn good reason!!!) so every time i see this fic....Regret™

i like you (992 words) the product of me realizing “wait, i never wrote a fic about my Very Specific Headcanon that giles and jenny had sex after school hard!!!” and then going ahead and writing that fic. not explicit; lots of giles and jenny being dumb and in love

take me now! (3,460 words) the sister fic to my other jenny/olivia fic! in this one, jenny’s a watcher and olivia’s the sweet librarian who has her all blushy.

the grieving process (9,771 words) this fic! was! such a trip to write! i wanted to write something where giles’s s6 issues were confronted. originally i wrote a jenny’s-alive fic where he goes to her place in la after leaving buffy in tabula rasa, but the mood of that fic was miserable and hostile, so i changed things ever so slightly. and then it became “giles goes to jenny after buffy dies,” and that transitioned into “giles actually finally gets to have an outlet for his emotions,” and then it became a very soft fic that i love very much.

unsolved mysteries (1,704 words) a modern jackaby au! where jenny cavanaugh has trauma-related anxiety and eats pretzels w jackaby in a hall closet! surprisingly soft.

the cleanup crew (2,968 words) post-ted; buffy calls jenny and giles in to help her with ted’s robot body. because that ep was a hot mess and too many things were tied up too fast.

princess charming (2,754 words) written thanks to a throwaway line from the grieving process! about jenny saving fred in pylea! @theforestlesbian​ mentioned in a review that this fic came off as “the adventures of jenny” and that was the best compliment ever.

untraditional, unconditional (4,223 words) ripper au! ripper and jenny get married! i don’t think i will ever write a better calendiles wedding than this one.

gettin’ bi (1,215 words) jenny and giles come out to each other. that’s really it.

intimacy (1,058 words) some root/shaw fluff. g o sh at some point i really should finish poi huh

the battle’s done (and we kind of won) (5,026 words) post-chosen; jenny inexplicably comes back from the dead, and giles works thru the messy aftermath of s7.

chaos, vengeance, love (1,412 words) giles’s exes talk over his grave. (and yes, i do mean jenny and ethan.)

buffy summers, muggle-born (6,075 words) buffy goes to hogwarts! this was meant to set the scene for a loosely connected string of fics, but i could never decide whether i wanted them to be chaptered fics or oneshots. i do have like 3 large chapters saved to my computer, tho :/

a eulogy (920 words) jenny calendar, as told by how she’s remembered.

survivors’ guilt (4,690 words) in which giles dies instead of jenny, and jenny and buffy deal with it poorly. my only problem w this fic is that i really wish i’d explored the messy aftermath of what might have happened if jenny had brought giles back. 2019 project y/y?

regarding honor and honesty in the workplace (43 chapters) CRIES IN JENNY/LILAH. given that i did not shut up about this fucking fic for a good 3 months, i don’t think it needs a summary.

maybe we could have a thing (3,184 words) giles and jenny’s first date!! canon told us they went out beforehand and it really did need to be ficced.

the most important words (2,753 words) passion fix-it! how many of these have i written dfshlsdhdf. anyway, by some lucky stroke, jenny doesn’t die, but she’s understandably kind of a mess. giles tries to help.

that brown-eyed technopagan (2,821 words) ripper au! willow has a HUGE crush on jenny calendar, who in this ‘verse is in her senior year at sunnydale high. lots of high school shenanigans.

seven new and very bad songs about jenny (8,597 words) another ripper au fic, this one about what it takes for ripper to finally give in and kiss the girl.

love of mine (282 words) one of the two fics i have written that involves giles grieving jenny. angst abounds.

the adjustment period (4024 words) i wanted to write about how weak vamp jenny is for her gf, so i returned to the grand romantic gestures ‘verse and explored that. femslash calendiles!!

love, scotch, and late-night parties (2,539 words) the aftermath of eyghon in the ripper au. jenny wants to be smothered in attention from ripper; ripper wants to give jenny the space he thinks she needs. basically the exact opposite of canon with the exact same inability to communicate.

father and son (3,761 words) in which ripper examines his relationship to his dad, and worries about treating his new son the same way. (spoiler alert: he obviously does not.)

imperfections (46 chapters) TECHNICALLY i added a few new chapters in 2018. i stg i’ll at least get closer to finishing it this year.

happily ever after (2,005 words) set after the dire king! jenny and jackaby being dumb and in love and experimenting with “the mechanics of ghost-human relations.”

cardboard robot (2,097 words) ripper au: halloween edition! ripper gets a pumpkin stuck on his head and sings about jenny, who Definitely Doesn’t Like Him What Are You Talking About Shut Up.

tea, with honey (3,295 words) a modern jackaby au, where jenny’s trauma really is trauma with no ghost metaphor. jackaby, darling of my heart, is still just as sympathetic.

very really married (6 chapters) THIS I WILL FINISH IN 2019. FOR REALS. i have too many unpublished chapters on my laptop to NOT finish it. set in s1; giles and jenny get drunk married in las vegas pre-canon. which, of course, adds a whole new level of complexity to both of giles’s new jobs.

coping (2,611 words) i really wanted to write about jenny and eyghon, bc there are like 0 fics that address the absolute mess that canon throws at that woman. so i did. very angsty with no clear happy ending, bc that’s what happens when you write canon compliant fic about jenny calendar.

yours (2,747 words) my first foray into writing phryne and jack! and, if the 4k-and-counting wip is anything to go by, definitely not my last. 2018 brought me a lot of things, but watching mfmm all the way through was definitely one of the best.

family ties (2,640 words) catch me crying about river and the ponds for the rest of my life, probably. centered around river’s graduation from luna university and her relationship with her parents.

decently clothed (1,516 words) lots of dumb calendiles fluff!! based on a paragraph from a btvs novel; jenny and giles go clothes shopping. it’s exactly as cute as it sounds.

making things right (1,060 words) passion fix-it that came to me when i thought “what if jenny survived, but didn’t even care that she’d almost died, bc what really mattered was that she’d fixed things with giles and buffy?? lmao how badly would that fuck giles up, knowing that she placed earning his trust over her own life???” and then i wrote it bc i love pain

bless her soul (6,294 words) s3. jenny comes back wrong. lots of explorations of the guilt that buffy, giles, and angel harbored for jenny’s death, with none of the pain of using jenny solely as a mouthpiece for evil. so like. amends done right.

dear friend (1 chapter, so far) a you’ve got mail calendiles au that i really do intend to work on some more in 2019.

haunted (15,622 words) WHAT a note to end 2018 on. a (mostly) non-supernatural au in which jenny, after an intense & awful trauma, leaves sunnydale and buys a ridiculously inexpensive mansion in england. why was it so cheap? because giles, the ghost who lives there, has been scaring off buyers. naturally, jenny is not easily rattled.

Favorite Fic: it’s hard to choose bc i wrote so many but for now i’ll pick bless her soul. writing the-first-as-jenny and playing up scooby guilt while still getting to bring jenny back for a happy ending??? that was just so much fun.

Hardest Fic: very really married. absolutely. i was in a v weird place while writing that fic, so that certainly didn’t help, but that fic has been giving me Trouble since i started writing it.

Do You Plan to Take Prompts in 2019? always!!

What was the best thing about 2018? friendsssss!!! i’m entering 2019 with a lot of solid friendships, which really wasn’t the case in 2018. 

What was the worst thing about 2018? tbh the answer will always and forever be “my mom” until i am out of this house

Any last thoughts for 2018? how the FUCK did i WRITE more than half of the fics i have posted on ao3 in THIS YEAR ALONE. 55 FICS. i’m REELING.

Goals for 2019

finish the cheesy au g/j multichapters i started

maybe start work on a detective au sequel? i miss that ‘verse

more ripper au fic!!!!!

more jenny/olivia!!!

more jenny centric fic in general like It’s What She Deserves

SOMETHING about jenny and angel. i talk big talk about how much that dynamic fascinates me but i only ever touch on it in fic. it’s never the central focus.

finish the phryne/jack fic i’m working on, and maybe...tentatively...write more?