#lauren my love tysm

[elisela]

waking up + sterek pls and ty ilysm 🥹🥹🥰🥰

half my soul (as the poets say) sterek, long-distance relationship, au

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The first blush of dawn wakes him. Stiles isn’t used to an east facing room—his childhood bedroom was orientated to the north, his dorm to the west—and already it’s on his list of things to look for when he eventually moves. He needs to get blackout curtains or he’s never going to get a decent night’s sleep, but it’s been low on his priority list. 

He yanks the pillow next to his over his face and gropes for his phone on the nightstand. “Siri, call Derek,” he directs, voice scratchy. Calling is such a familiar motion that he could probably navigate the screen without looking at it, but the last thing he wants is to mess up and be forced to talk to someone else at 4:36 in the morning. 

“Jesus, I just fell asleep,” is how Derek answers the phone. There’s warmth in his tone when he adds, “go back to sleep, baby,” and Stiles grins sleepily into the pillow. 

“Kay,” he says, setting the phone on the mattress next to him and turning on his side. The pillow on his face blocks the light but even with Derek’s not-really-there presence, it still takes too long before he does.

—

“You’re up early,” Stiles says, tapping the speaker button before letting the phone rest on his thigh. 

“Out of coffee,” Derek grunts in response, a non-answer to the question Stiles hadn’t asked. 

“Poor babe,” he says, grinning as he taps at his keyboard to send the fifth email he’d composed in the seven minutes he’s been in the office. He’d had visions of being terrorized by senior staff and forced to do nothing but coffee runs for the first few weeks, but his boss had handed over access to his computer after the first day of orientation and Stiles had been killing it ever since. He moves two more emails into a folder labeled “Begging for Handouts”—he never said his boss was nice to others—and picks his phone back up. “Didn’t you just go to the store yesterday?”

“Yeah,” Derek says. He yawns, stuttering on the last sound, so familiar and ordinary that it makes Stiles’ heart ache.

“Forgot to put it on the list?”

“Forgot the list.” There’s a pause while Stiles navigates the app on his phone, adding a breakfast sandwich along with the coffee, then Derek speaks again. “It’s too quiet without you.”

He double-presses the side button to check out, then screenshots and sends it to Derek. He hates being gone. He hates even more that he’s having a pretty good time checking out their new city and getting their apartment ready while Derek is stuck back in California, finishing up his last few weeks of work and cleaning their old apartment out before their lease ends. “It’s just a few more weeks,” he says, bending down to fish his earphones out of his messenger bag. 

“Yeah,” Derek says, and then, “you didn’t have to do that.”

“Oh, I did,” he says. “You still need a good letter of reference, can’t have you biting everyone’s heads off at work because you’re not properly caffeinated.”

—

“Morning,” Stiles mutters in the general direction of the phone. Derek will hear it, he thinks. Maybe. It probably doesn’t matter if he doesn’t. “What are you and Laura doing today?”

“She insists I take her to La Palmera for the last time,” Derek says with a heavy sigh, and Stiles grins despite his exhaustion. They’ve gone to La Palmera—Laura’s favorite restaurant—for the “last time” five times now since he left. “You?”

Laying in bed all day, probably. The string of late-night work sessions have him feeling run-down, and the weariness makes him miss Derek. If he were home—

“I miss you,” he says, rolling his face into the t-shirt he’d flung on his bed the night before despite it no longer smelling like his boyfriend. His eyes burn and he blinks, trying to keep his breathing steady. 

“I can cancel with Laura,” Derek offers after a moment, and Stiles shakes his head before he’s even done with the sentence.

“It’s just a few more weeks,” he says, clutching the shirt a little closer. “Go have fun with your sister.”

He doesn’t make it out of bed until almost dinner.

—

Stiles wakes up slowly—a vague awareness of his dream floating away, light filtering in through the window—and then, once he registers the breathing, all at once.

Derek is in his bed.

He blinks.

Derek doesn’t disappear.

Derek’s arm gives slightly when he pokes it, pushing in towards his body, and sleepy eyes blink open. “Go back to sleep,” he says, voice sandpaper-rough.

“You’re here,” Stiles says, inanely. He doesn’t dare raise his voice over a whisper in case this really is a delusion and it breaks the spell. 

“Missed you.” Derek rolls over and Stiles finds himself being pulled in towards his warm chest, head fitting automatically in the curve of his neck. “Flew out last night, couldn’t wait anymore. Stuff’ll be here in a few days.”

The weight lifts from his chest and he feels like his breath comes freely for the first time all summer. “You didn’t tell me.”

“Last minute thing,” Derek says; Stiles can feel the way he frowns against his temple. “Sleep. Please. You can pretend to be mad at me in the morning.”

It is morning, he wants to say, but—Derek. In his bed. 

“Kay,” he says, and falls asleep before he can say anything more. 

still taking prompts if you want to send one!

[rinnivin]

GYAYAAAATATATATATTTTT

i love the proud emoji

trick or treat……..

HI RINNNN‼️ anyways chat he looks like the tiktok [proud] emoji 😭😭🙏

[margo-mania]

heres EVERYONE in a beautiful big post (with all my design notes rambles and reasonings) for your (and my) reblogging pleasure

From left to right top row then bottom row

Jane Doe: the biggest notes i have on Jane is that her bubble braids are inspired by @/lauren-t-lampe 's Jane Doe, she's so freaking cute. i like to think my jane is very baby jane

Mischa Bachinski: i didnt really have a plan for mischa other than well mullet so heres the ukrainian bad boy in all his glory

Noel Gruber: noel is extremely gender, i wanted him to be the tallest out of everyone because why not.

Ocean O'Connell Rosenberg: i gave her glasses cause i feel like she'd constantly push them up before saying "um acshually.." I always see Ocean as Asexual tbh

Ricky Potts: Nothing much here, i guess i just wanted to give him glasses. it was my first time drawing crutches so i'm always going to try to improve on them

Constance Blackwood: i wanted to make her chubbier than the others like in the 2016 slime tut, but it's definitely something i have to work on improving imo. i feel like if she had more confidence in herself she'd wear the stickers on her face all the time

Penny Lamb: main reason for the short hair? i wanted to be unique since i always see penny with braids and also i gave Jane bubble braids and i kind of wanted to seperate the designs. lesser reason? dont come for me but alice from twilights hair is cool af (tysm to @/cam-stopped-eating-candles for the explaination on penny's hair in legoland!)

(Na)Talia: screw you she's real and i love her. had a lot of free reign since the only detail Mischa mentions is her hair (which i had to google lol). Talia is my absolute favourite rtc song so i wanted to keep the flowey skirts from the 2016 choreography but gave her a bit of an edge because she canonically listens to (and presumably enjoys) rap

Vergil: he's a lil rat in a t-shirt

Monique Gibeou: no notes on this design no need to change anything imo UwU

Space Age Bachelor Man: i like to think what he wears is covered in sparkles and the glitter on his face is a nice touch. I wanted to make something on him colourful so i made the hair/tail colourful uwu

The Amazing Karnak: still a bit....eh on his design but i'm liking it a lot more after sleeping on it. love his coat the most

and thats all of them!! i really want to make keychains/stickers one day so if you have ideas for it let me know! :3

[ssaemilyhotchner]

Hi! Congratulations for your 1k followers!

Can I request K for the prompt?

tysm, dear anon!

OTHER 1K DRABBLES | Read on AO3 Join the celebration by requesting a letter!

letter: K | prompt: kindred spirits | wc: 1k | a/n: Set a few weeks post-ep for 9x5, “Route 66,” with Hotch recovering from internal bleeding.

Please do not repost (reblogs welcome) or otherwise claim as your own.

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He must be dreaming, he thinks, because there is no other explanation for the sight of her at his door. “Emily?”

She answers with a hug that is instantly better than any of the medicine he has taken in the past few weeks. “Hi.”

“Wha–how are you here?”

“Modern aviation is a wonderful thing,” Emily says dryly. He arches an eyebrow and she chuckles, putting her hands up in mock defeat. “Garcia called me.”

Hotch steps aside and waves her in off his doorstep, still incredulous. “So you just…hopped on a flight to see me?”

“Of course,” Emily says, as if it is a given; and perhaps it is, he thinks with a rumbling affection, one that intensifies when he sees the worried look in her wide brown eyes. “How are you feeling?”

“Better. Can I get you anything?”

“Tsk. No fussing over me, that’s my job.” Hotch gives her a look which she promptly ignores. “What are you having? I’ll make it myself,” she insists. He grumbles his response, but watches fondly as she opens the right cupboards for a mug and some tea, her muscle memory still serving her well. “What do you mean by ‘better’?”

“I’m getting my strength back. Been sleeping through the night, too.” He nods his chin at the mug in her hands. “Ginger purportedly helps with the inflammation, but the tea is mostly a placebo. A nice one, though.” 

Once the water has been boiled and poured, Emily curls up beside him on the couch and studies him earnestly. “You scared me, you know,” she says eventually, her voice barely above a whisper.

“I’m sorry.”

Emily shakes her head. “You don’t have to apologize. I just…had to be here and see you.” She brings a trembling hand to his face, smiles softly when his eyes fall closed at her embrace. “Had to feel you.”

At her tenderness, Hotch’s carefully sculpted mask slips; he has always been wont to let her see more than the others. The confession comes out in an exhausted rush, before he can bite the words back. “I’m tired of it, Emily. Tired of him.” 

“I know.” She moves her hand to the base of his neck and scratches the short, coarse hairs there, pleased when he breathes out a sigh. “He takes and takes and takes, even from beyond the grave. It’s not fair.”

Of course. It strikes him then, how intimately Emily understands. His throat tightens at the realization. “That’s why you’re here, isn’t it?” She tilts her head to the side in question and it’s so adorably, familiarly her that his skin blooms with warmth. “Because you know what it’s like.”

Emily trails her hand down from his neck to rest lightly on his chest. “I can’t claim to know what the past few years have felt like for you,” she corrects gently.

“Can’t you?” Stake wounds and brands and knife scars, Hotch wants to argue. Declan and Jack, boys used against their fathers. Haley and Lauren—no, Emily—torn quickly from the world.

Suddenly he’s furious at the thought of all the two of them have endured. All week long, he’d had to keep his anger at bay; there is no place for fury when healing from internal bleeding, nothing productive about cursing a dead man. But now, here on the couch with Emily, this woman he has loved and seen leave too many times, his compartmentalization is shot and his anger metastasizes.

He doesn’t need her humility or her dismissal of her own post-traumatic stress, especially when the trauma in question put her—or rather, a very real part of her—in a coffin he fucking helped carry. He needs her running into battle with him. He needs her fight.

Emily can feel his rage simmering just under the surface, eager for a pressure valve, so she tries another approach.

“You asked me if I came to see you because I know what it’s like. Our ghosts are similar, yes, and a corpse still plays god in some areas of my life.” She shakes her head. “But I’m not here because of that. I’m not here because of me, or because of Doyle or Foyet. I’m here because of you. I’m here because I knew you’d be angry; and I know this not because I’d be angry,” she preempts, “but because I know you.

“I know that you get lonely when you’re angry, and that you think you need a partner in your rage to corroborate your anger and pain, otherwise it feels like it’s selfish and unnecessary. Because you’ve spent your whole life having to be strong for others," Sean and Haley and Jack and the whole team, “compressing your emotions to fit others’ palatability.” Emily hunches to meet his gaze. “You don’t have to do that with me, Aaron. Your anger is valid whether or not it fits my or someone else’s blueprint. You can just be angry. Name it. Feel it.”

Hotch looks at her for a long while, equal parts disconcerted and incredulous. She had always been able to cut right to the core of him, unman him with ease.

“I don’t know how to do that,” he says after a weighty silence. “I don’t know how to feel it without also letting it become another scar on my chest.” He pushes his shirt up off of his lower abdomen, where thin white scars criss-cross his body. Then, slowly, giving her the chance to object, he pulls the neck of her sweater down to reveal the brand above her breast. “You and I have enough of those. We don’t need another.” 

“We make quite the pair, don’t we?” she asks, her voice soft. Then a wry smile tugs at her lips. “A wise man once said, ‘Scars remind us where we’ve been. They don't have to dictate where we're going.’”

“…We’re having a moment and you quote David Rossi at me?”

She snorts. “He’d be thrilled.”

That wins her a genuine laugh, lines still crinkling around his eyes when he sobers a few beats later. “I mean it, Emily. I don’t know how to do it,” Hotch repeats. “But I’m willing to try.”

Just scared, Hotch wants to add. And scared to admit even that. 

As always, Emily seems to see right through him, because she takes his hands in hers and gives them a squeeze. “I know. But,” she says gently, and suddenly they’re brought back four years to a conversation in his old apartment, yearning simmering between them even then. “You don’t have to do it alone.”

[lizardtheacorn]

bfusjdjd ok hi I'm a random person who stumbled onto your blog and thought it was cool

and then I saw three of the ships you like and I have headcanons about them :3 [feel free to ignore this I just wanna get my headcanons out there]

JeffMads: Sooo we know Jefferson has some sort of struggle walking and has that cane? I feel like Maddison would definitely have a spare cane on him at all times just incase Jefferson accidentally lost his or anything happened to the original one. Maddison is husband material

Lams: Listen, I am very projecting onto Hamilton because his obsession with writing sounds like me when I'm hyperfixated so I headcannon he has AuDHD- no one can convince me Laurens isn't the one who would remind him to eat and drink water and take breaks when he was hyperfixated on something. Like. Laurens is such husband material, he would.

StaticMoth: LISTEN. Listen. Vox definitely has multiple spare pairs of glasses for Val because he knows Val's vision is shit, and he probably also makes Val have someone with him at all times so he doesn't get lost because his vision sucks.

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eek tysm im glad you like my blog :}

anyways !!! gonna go through the hc list in order because i love them

JeffMads- I always liked the idea of Jefferson having a sort of walking issue and Madison assisting him. Either by helping him keep track of his cane/carrying it around for him or using himself to help Jefferson balance on his own. Jefferson totally decorated his cane and will actively flip tables to find it if he lost it.

Lams- Hamilton is the type of person that has to be dragged out of his room to actually eat something. Laurens will literally do just that if he so pleases. Fucking dragging him across the floor like a cat (out of love ofc). Laurens has bought him so many cool mugs and water bottles to try to get him to drink more water (one says “the fuck jefferson club” on it. Laurens made it himself :3 )

StaticMoth: Vox totally has the glasses yet Valentino will not wear them unless they are heart shaped. Fucking child. I love them. Vox had to like child proof the tower so that Valentino doesn’t get hurt on sharp corners and shit. Valentino cannot go anywhere alone unless he wants to immediately walk into a street lamp.

your hcs are so silly and fun and im glad you came across my blog :D

[blaithnne]

AXKJANDJJSNCJHABCAC YES YES YES YES I LOVE IT

Every time they go on an adventure, something goes wrong lol

@blaithnne

[yellowjacketsfashion]

HI your posts are incredible and i love your blog sm!!!! 🥺🥺 i was wondering if i could enlist your help in finding the oxford shirt jackie wears in blood hive (gifset attached for reference) or at the very least a close match. tysm and keep up the good work!!!!

Hi! Thanks for all your support and the kind words! I’m glad you enjoy my blog! :)

I originally had this find in my queue as I’d seen that @ lila.gnx on Tiktok had identified that Jackie’s shirt is from Ralph Lauren but I looked into it further to be more specific for of your ask. I believe it’s from the “Polo” brand by Ralph Lauren and that the shirt is a “Women's Short Sleeve Slim Fit Oxford Shirt” in the color blue/white. I’m not 100% sure if it’s the same one as Jackie’s because the bottom of her shirt tied up (so I can’t precisely tell the fit) but the collars match up and so do the stripes.

I hope this helps you with your search!

P.S. Thanks for telling me it’s called an Oxford shirt! (I genuinely had no clue that’s what those kinds of shirts are called).

[rainswhenyourehere]

3, 5, 7, 10, 11, 23, 24 for the fandom asks!!!

OMG HI JAMI TYSM FOR THE ASK !! <333

this turned out pretty long so answers under the cut!!

3. a character that fandom has helped you appreciate

burr. burr burr aaron burr. also madison!!

5. something you see in fics a lot and love

ohh uhh i only read angst fics help the friendship between mulligan, lafayette, laurens and hamilton definitely!! like idc if they never met irl they're silly now. also the characterization of certain characters!! like idk how to explain it but the characterizations of the schuyler sisters are always so good!!

7. your favorite tropes to read/write/draw

definitely angst & hurt/(no)comfort lmao i love to see them suffer <3

10. a blog (mutual or one you follow) that has made your fandom experience brighter

wdym one blog D:

@jittyjames you were one of my first fanfic authors that i discovered and i literally worshipped you (i lowkey still do) at the start you're so important!! definitely made me feel accepted <3

@conjectureand-gloom how do i even. you are so fucking amazing. you're so talented and funny and like just so fucking amazing. thank you so much for like everything. <33

@my-dear-gal you're literally so cool. i want to inhale your art

@unicornsaures just like!! you!!! you're so!!!!! (idk if i'm getting my point across tysm for being here!! and for the redcoat hamilton au fic it's one of the things getting me through life rn)

@ashlamsms we haven't even interacted that much but you're really really cool!!

11. if you're a writer or artist, what fic or piece of art are you proud of making?

oh god uhh. tbh i haven't made that many but i'd say the sky's the limit?? i spent a lot of time on it and it turned out really good so :)) (even though i did have a mid-writing crisis of i hate everything about this fic)

23. the fandom you're curious about because of a mutual

answered here !!

24. how has fandom positively impacted your life?

well. you see. it saved my life.

i was in a really dark place before watching hamilton and joining the fandom. i don't think i would've made it to this day without the fandom tbh.

but now i have stuff like 'oh i still need to write that' and 'i haven't read that yet' and 'i can't just like leave my blog wtf???' so :))

this is also like my home. you guys are like my family. if i'd have to list the most important things in my life, y'all would be at the top.

[prentissluvr]

hi hiiiii marí !! ^_^ first off congratulations on 800 followers my gosh that's such a big mile-stone !!! ♡♡ sending you 800 kisses to celebrate >3> !!

i get a little nervous sending requests LOL but i hope this is just as much fun for you to write as it will be for me to read !! ^.^ ♡♡

could i have ruby, romantic dynamic, 5:30 am, either inside or just outside a church if its not too much trouble? ^.^

aghh thank you so much my love!! sending you 800 kisses back you are soso cute ilsym <33

it's okay!! valid to be nervous but certainly no need to either <3 i LOVE any request that you send in truly <33 and i had the MOST fun ever with this one i loved writing it so so so much it felt soo nice to finally write a fic for her even if it was small <33 TYSM MY LOVEEE

please enjoy lauren my sweets !! <33

[mimiwritcs]

FIGHT FOR YOU (2/?)

FANDOM: Divergent

PAIRING: Eric Coulter x Fem!Reader

SUMMARY: this is after four+eric's initiation and before tris'. this will be the build up of the characters as we got introduced to them as well as maybe the society. not just a love story but we aim for characters' growth and storytelling.

WORDS: 2.8K

A/N: again, letting the story build itself. in this chapter are we surprised there's a lot more rambling and slow building of the world that we know, getting to know our new characters and just building up for the big action to come. Hopefully once we pass our basic well-known start to the story we can start letting it flow and move on from the usual narrative. btw tysm for losing any time of your day to read this if you do, truly every interaction makes my day, i'm really enjoying this process, hope you too<3

As the other people began to jump one by one, you couldn't help but join in on the conversation that was taking place in the group. A Dauntless born was explaining how he tried to help someone from Amity to get into the wagon, but they didn't arrive on time and fell down the rails.

After everyone had safely jumped off the roof, there was an absolute uproar. Many of the curious onlookers started to leave as the last one rolled out of the net. Some were family members, others could be senior officials and others simply curious onlookers, perhaps dreaming of the day that it will be their turn to begin their initiation into their faction.

The two who had been assisting the newcomers the entire time, Lauren and Four, introduced themselves as your couches.

"I can see that we are one less than expected" Four comments, since he was helping newcomers to get off the net all the time, he didn't have time to catch up. "Yes, Anderson has told us how he tried to help a boy from Amity get on the train, but he couldn't" Lauren explained to Four and to the possible companions who hadn't heard. "Yeah, I thought I didn't see Cristian anywhere." Winter whispered to you, "And what will happen to him then?" she asked out loud. "He will be with the factionless, of course." Four quickly replied coldly.

You could feel how Winter's body tensed next to you. And you did too, knowing how easy and for something so simple they lost a potential good member. But nor Laura or Four allowed you to keep still with that thought as they started guiding you inside the compound. "I'd much rather to die with dignity than be with the factionless" a Dauntless born whispered as you agreed with him silently.

"Alright, from this point on. We're going to separate you into groups. Those of you born in Dauntless, please come with me" Lauren informed, pointing to the right for all the black clad to group together. "This is going to be quick" she whispered to her partner who smiled back at her. "See you at dinner." She waved goodbye to the smaller group of transferees and began leading the group towards a tunnel opposite them.

"Okay, you transferees stay with me, come on, we've got places to go before dinner," he ordered as he led the way into a tunnel opposite the one her Dauntless-born companions took.

"Why the division? Have we already started with favorites?" Rose made an accusation, stopping Four in his way and consequently the whole group. "Sorry?" His cold disapproving and disgust face said it all. "Your name?" He demands slowly. "Rose" she replied, holding his gaze. "Well, Rose, I don't know what they teach you in Candor, but you would like to know that we don't waste time here, we have more important things to do. Those born in Dauntless know the way to these passages like the back of their hand" He commented with clear contempt in his voice. Rose stood her ground, but you could see how her gaze had shrunk. "In fact, if you have any problem with us separating you, you won't like to know that you will be trained separately, and you will even sleep in separate rooms. But don't worry, I invite you to run towards there, maybe you'll still catch them, and they might share a few tips with you, let's see how long you last there." Four suggest.

Everyone remained in silence, not knowing where to look. Rose remained still looking confused, not knowing what to do, "What are you still doing here stuck up? Go" he yelled at her. You could feel her frustration, grasping her own fist but knew better to reply. She couldn't hide the death glare given to Four before turning back, trying to find her way out to the start point and to the other group.

And just like that, fear had settled in everyone presence, you could smell tension in the environment in contrast to the euphoria that everyone felt at having jumped down the hole. How soon things could go wrong here.

Four pushed open a set of double doors, and we entered the place he calls "The Pit," a massive underground cavern filled with supplies. People are everywhere, all in black, screaming and talking, children playing. It truly was Dauntless' heart.

"This way" Four announces after allowing a few minutes for them to immerse in what would be their new normal. He leads us to the right side of the Moat, which is much darker, and as we get closer I think I hear water. The road shakes with each step and when I realize it, several floors below there is a river.

"The abyss reminds us that there is a fine line between bravery and stupidity. A daredevil who jumps from this ledge will end his life. It has happened before, and it will happen again." he warned us. "Right this way it's the cafeteria and the tattoo parlor, but let's go the other way to your room first"

When we got to our room, there was a stack of bags waiting for them. "The transferees will all sleep here together till further notice, so get in a line, grab your new clothes from me, and enter. Pick a bed, then get comfortable. When you leave, gather all the clothing you're wearing now and leave it by the door, so we can burn it. There is no room for rags from other factions now that you are Dauntless." he commented as he passed one by one a bag with the same standard black and red clothes for each.

After Winter, you stepped in line and slowly moved forward to pick up your stuff and enter what would be your temporary accommodation. You were astonished when you first walked in, since there were so many mattresses packed into a little living area. How were you expected to have privacy? Winter was waving to you in the room as you searched for her, alerting you that a bed was free next to her, so you hastily made your way there. It was the first time you had slept in a room with so many people, so you preferred to have acquaintances nearby. "Those in the back say that there are no walls in the bathrooms, not even for the showers" Winter gasped.

As soon as the last one entered you watched how Four followed them, looking around scanning the room "Alright, this bag stays here for your partner's extra clothes that didn't make it to the compound, so feel free to get whatever you need and this will be for our friend Rose, we'll leave it... there, let her keep the bed in the back next to the bathroom" he commented while approaching the bed and looking at one boy who had selected that bed.

"Oh don't mind me, this is the worst spot, I'm doing you a favor, I think there's a free one there," he said before the boy could even speak, pointing to the bed in front of the room. "She won't be with those born here?" Asked a companion. "Oh no, it wouldn't be fair. Trust me when we say we want you to have your best shot, tomorrow when the initiation is explained, you'll understand. Today is the day of the ceremony, don't take it as the threats won't be real starting tomorrow. Today I think the message has been made clear, and for all of you too." He concluded as he walked around the room to the entrance. "I'll let you settle in, we'll have dinner in half an hour, be punctual."

When Four left, everyone was silent, processing everything that had happened to them in such a short time. Four could certainly be very harsh, but he had also shown empathy and created enough respect on your end. "So we'll all have to change and live here together?" Winter asked. "It seems so" you added shockingly as you sat on the bed. Hard mattress, you sighed. "They're just bodies, in two days the nonsense will have passed to all of us" Corinne commented as she approached the group.

"Well, we have half an hour… let's see what they've given us" you added as you didn't want to think about the fact of everyone being able to look at your naked body. You opened your bags to see the clothes to which you will survive these weeks: training clothes, street clothes, some more comfortable, some pajamas all black and red, your new faction colors. You looked around you, most of them in groups, some from the same faction, others from different ones chatting or just simply by themselves as they began to change.

"Who would have thought, Y/M a voyeur" Milan teased you and quickly blushed and looked at your accuser. "What? No!" You exclaimed. "I'm glad to see you Milan, you've been very brave today to jump first" you smiled at your former Erudite colleague, even though you didn't hang out with the same group of friends, you both knew who you were, and you two never had any problems. "Thanks, I was quite terrified, but I thought they weren't crazy enough to kill us all on the first day, were they?" he joked. "Yeah, I realized that when one of Dauntless jumped smiling after you, as if he had been wanting it all his life, nothing bad could have been there… oh girls, I present to you Milan the first jumper, these are Winter and Corinne" you introduced while they were getting dressed.

The four of you talked for a short while as Winter just got changed without a hitch, and you were surprised at how Milan kept his composure. Quickly some colleagues called him to go together to the cafeteria, he said goodbye advising you to change quickly because with all the talking you had not even started yet, and you saw how he picked up his clothes and left them in the colorful pile at the entrance just as Four had requested.

All through today, you've used people's clothing to identify them and learn more about them, but now you wouldn't be able to do so. Despite the fact that you were all Dauntless, you were not all the same even in if in the core you were, and that was a thought you never had before. The burning of the clothing that had been a part of you for so long and served as a reminder of your former home made you feel a little sad. Even though we had to throw it all away, you chose to save a small brooch that you always wore and kept it in the first drawer, so you could always claim that it was familiar and hope that it managed to slip through. Winter tried to reassure you, "They are literally just clothes, it's not like you're burning all your memories with them too," and you nodded because you knew she was correct. As the room became increasingly empty, you rapidly changed, taking care to ensure that no one could see more than they should, and the three of you went to the dining room.

You were taken aback by the commotion of people talking together as if they were one big group, even though you had not yet entered the cafeteria. You weren't used to a cafeteria other than the one at school, but you soon realized it didn't make much of a difference. With all the adrenaline, you hadn't eaten much all day, but those fragrances had revived your appetite. There weren't many options, but they all seemed excellent to you.

With your tray in hand, you mingled with the crowd in search of a table, but everyone appeared to have taken a seat, few people looking at you, you totally felt like you had a 'newbie' tag on your back. You scanned the first floor and smiled at the see what you were looking for. "This way" you indicated to the other two. You approached the table where Milan and other colleagues were. "Hey, do you have three free seats?" Asked. "Only two, I'm afraid" Milan replied with a half smile. "There's a spot here" you heard someone say to you from the table behind, it was Alvin. "Sit down Y/M" he offered.

Winter was staring at you as Corinne was already seated at the other table with Milan. You would have to ask one of the two at some point what happened that they seemed to dislike each other so much, "Sure," you said smiling at Winter indicating that nothing was wrong. "Thanks Alvin, I'm Y/M" you said, introducing yourself to the group. "Anderson" "Ember" added those around you who were listening to you. "You're also a transfer, right? From where?" Anderson asked. "Erudite and you?" you responded. "We're both from here, what do you think of the compound?" Ember replied "Well, I don't know what I was expecting, but this is great" you replied while you started to eat. "God I was so hungry, how delicious" you gasped, making everyone laugh.

As you were chit-chatting with the Dauntless born learning more about their lives in here, people began to bang their feet hard on the ground, the atmosphere was livened up, people hit the metal cups with their spoons. "He's coming," cheered Ember. "Who?" You and Alvin asked at the same time. "Max, our highest ranking leader." Anderson explained "Shh, he's here." he requested pointing at the second floor, so you fixed your gaze to find Max leaning into it ready to speak out.

"Initiates, stand up." Max paused as you all rise. "You have chosen to join the warrior faction, with the assignment to protect the city and its citizens. We believe in the simple acts of bravery and courage that drive one person to stand up for another. Respect that. Make us proud." he concluded, people started to cheer on as he left. You look at your fellow initiative acquaintances and smiled. You felt part of something important. Everything was so novel and dissimilar to your previous experience, it made you so excited to see what the future held for you.

All the initiatives returned to their respective rooms in a group. You hurried to the restroom to freshen yourself a bit and change into some more cozy pajamas for bed. And despite the fact that you were all brimming with enthusiasm for what lay ahead, you all silently agreed that it would be wise to attempt to get a good night's sleep. Your first day of training was tomorrow, so you needed to get plenty of rest. Your mind was racing as you laid there in the silent with all the lights off. It seemed like a lifetime had passed since the Choosing Ceremony this afternoon.

All of these individuals, who in the past would not have ever crossed paths, were now getting along and feeling like a part of something greater than themselves. Not everything, however, had been lovely since today; in just one day, you had experienced so many bizarre things, such as getting on and off a train multiple times, plunging into the abyss, losing your only possessions and privacy, and the icy manner in which Four revealed that Amity's weak initiative would cause Factionless status since she lacked the necessary bravery. What if the ability to be emotionally strong and emotionally detached came at the expense of not feeling pain when catastrophes like these occurred?

You understood that this was just the beginning of your new life. This was only a preview of what lay ahead. And now, you could see it. Dauntless was incredibly well-organized and accustomed to taking risks: listening to instructions, putting mutual trust in one another to lead you securely, and acting without giving it any thought. They had to be tough to withstand not only the physical pressure, but also the emotional pressure of losing everything they have because of it. They forced you to perform all of these tasks today for that reason. You weren't sure if you were simply interpreting things too literally. Your mind was trained to think logically and rationally and gather all the information you could. Was it your overthinking alone, or was there something else at play?

Although it would take you some time to get to it and forget your old patterns, you were certain that you would figure it out, or else you wouldn't have been selected as Dauntless. But you had never thought so much about them in that way to realize the sacrifices that had to be made, and you felt stupid for not realizing before, that just like in Erudite, that was much more than intelligence, here it was not just about being brave and fighting.

And with that thought you began to close your eyes unconsciously and fell into a deep sleep as tomorrow impatiently arrived.

[foreverisntenough]

hi! i wanted to come here and say i was the one who sent this https://www.tumblr.com/foreverisntenough/760448045731168256/oh-i-wanted-to-say-this-before-but-i-fell-asleep

and scrolling through ur account it seems like people might have took my words differently 😅

in no way was i trying to hate on ur writing, im actually obsessed with ur book and i dont think u didn’t anything wrong at all. there was no better way u could write that book and i love that.

we all have our different opinions on each character and how we view them and i saw other people sharing theirs so i wanted to share mines, didn’t think it would stir up some drama 😭

there were LOTS of moments where i liked lauren and there were LOTS of moments where i didnt, i understand she’s a fictional character but that’s what fictional stories are all about right?? to kinda be connected to the book and have opinions on things?

idk i just wanted to say i meant no harm in what i said at all 😭😁 i thought we were all allowed to share opinions, in no way was i trying to be critical or hateful!

Hi! TYSM for messaging again! No worries! I really appreciate you sharing your opinion and reading my the series! I'm glad that you did enjoy it overall though!

I'm glad you shared with me! You're more than welcome to share always! Honestly, that message was not even close to some of the anons I received in my inbox 😭

I agree there were moments where I loved Lauren and moments I hated her. I think the character served her purpose. She definitely stirred things up. I think a lot of the story wouldn't have carried the same weight without her perspective occasionally. I hope she evoked people to have opinions. You were totally fine! Do not worry! You definitely care share here.

[gunnerfc]

dating lauren james hc 🙏🙏🩷

love ur writing

lauren's been added to my list! 🫶🏻 & tysm bff 🥹

[ivashkovadrian]

tagged by @quicklings and @durrandons tysm gals <3

Shuffle your ON REPEAT playlist and list the first 10 songs and tag 10 people.

i don't have such a playlist so i'm doing my whole libary on shuffle with the criteria "last properly listened to in 2023" lmao (have I listened to anything else than Bastille and Halsey?)

Eclipse (All Yours) - Metric

Of The Night - Bastille

The Descent - Bastille

Misery Business - Paramore

Things We Lost In The Fire - Bastille

Strange Love - Halsey

Whatever It Takes - Imagine Dragons

Talking Body - Tove Lo

Big God - Florence + The Machine

Strangers - Halsey ft Lauren Jauregui

just like i freaking predicted zejkfhdfkjghdf

tagging @clairesbeauchamp @yenneferschaos @cate-dunlap @katherines @mxrisacoulter and anyone else who'd want to do this :)

[jovenshires]

how did you decide how to order the songs on the right where you left me playlist? i'm loving the vibes!

tysm!! so when i put playlists in order (which i usually don't i just add songs as they come to me), i always consider three things: 1. timeline 2. vibe and 3. transition. i'll go into the timeline in depth, but vibe was basically - what vibe does this fic give me? can i picture reading this in a coffeeshop with this playing in the background? if the answer is yes, it was allowed in the playlist! transition is more the order of the songs specifically - how does one bleed into the next? does it match the energy of the song before it, or otherwise, ease the reader into a new energy? you can't have a fast song and then a slow song back to back thats madness.

the timeline explanation is long so i put it under the cut, but basically, i broke it up into stages of the fic and then followed the vibe/transition system. there are five pretty clear-cut stages that cycle through the stages of grief - denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance. if you want the explanations, keep going!

for the timeline of this playlist, i broke it down into stages of the fic:

i. shayne's internal monologue (denial) - you know that beginning part of the fic where shayne is just so depressed and he hates himself and you just wanna shake him and put him out of his misery. yeah this is that part! the beginning of the loops, him struggling to fix it himself and not knowing where to turn.

right where you left me by taylor swift (title sequence)

making the bed by olivia rodrigo

king by lauren aquilina

clay pigeons by michael cera

could cry just think bout you by troye sivan

strawberry blonde by mitski

ii. the girls are fighting (anger) - this is the weird in-between stage of shaymien. are they broken up? are they best friends? are they more? were they nothing to begin with? shayne has no idea.

to be so lonely by harry styles

why do you feel so down by declan mckenna

ghosting by mother mother

twin size mattress by the front bottoms

the chain by fleetwood mac

i will always love you by dolly parton

the things we used to share by thomas sanders

iii. shayne caves (bargaining) - look the man needs help. he knows it, we know it, even ian hecox knows it. this is the part where he finally opens up - and hopes damien takes him as he is. he asks for help, which is what he's needed all along.

not strong enough by boygenius

secrets by onerepublic

always by panic! at the disco

i wish you would by taylor swift

can i call you tonight? by dayglow

iv. the pining begins anew (depression) - he's a simple guy. he spends too long around the guy he's in love with, he's gonna fall in love with him all over again. this is the part where shayne remembers why he fell in love with damien in the first place. knowing damien doesn't love him back, but taking their friendship as it is anyway.

please don't by mxmtoon

as the world caves in by matt maltese

i don't want to watch the world end with someone else by clinton kane

wishing we were more than friends by push baby

the loneliest time by carly rae jepsen

mean it by lauv

v. shayne topp is a dumb dumb idiot (acceptance) - of course they were gonna end up together. they've been in love this whole time, duh.

love like you by caleb hyles

do you love me still? by the kooks

somewhere only we know by keane

animal (10th anniversary) by neon trees

in my life by the beatles

in a week by hozier (consider this an end credits)

[coconutcordiale]

17 q's

thank you sm @double-j @heartsofminds @mothdruid @mandylove1000 for tagging me ily all this was fun!

nickname; mae (it's my middle name)

sign; virgo

height; i literally thought i was 5'2 my entire adult life and then went to my flight physical a few months ago to have the nurse tell me i was 5'4 so let's go with 5'3

last thing i googled; 'hurt locker cereal scene' because it's not enough that i watched the movie last night i now have to watch that scene 10 times so i can write a stupid long fic inspired by it (don't come for me, i know i have other stuff to finish. but for real that scene is brilliant)

song stuck in head; summer in new york- sofi tukker

number of followers; 1044 (i love you guys tysm for following me even though i'm unhinged)

amount of sleep; 6 hours which is low for me i'm a 9 hour kinda gal but i stayed up late watching hell or high water (that movie is so good how i have i not seen it before - my dads been telling me to watch it since it came out i really should listen to him more)

lucky number; i really like the number 39. and 19. no idea why. so my lucky number is probably 9?

dream job; writer (yes i know i'm in flight school don't talk to me it's for the $$ and to only work 3 days a week)

wearing; ptula leggings, aerie sports bra, socks with wine glasses on them (????), tcu sweatshirt

movie/book that summarizes you; oh man this is a loaded question. am i allowed to say new girl? i don't have roommates anymore but the whole running theme of trying to figure yourself out, you and all your friends being too old to act the way you do (ex: my friends are getting a bounce house for their nye party), having to grow up but not really wanting to while simultaneously feeling very old. i'm at the age where most acquaintances have started getting married and having kids but the people in my core group are not there yet (and may never be). a lot of that show hits home

favorite song; SO MANY so i have to give you a few, ones that have stuck with me through the years that always hit no matter what mood i'm in

future people- alabama shakes

arabella- arctic monkeys

late night- odesza

favorite instrument; the cello. no rhyme or reason. i just love it i think it's hauntingly beautiful (see above about new girl summarizing me: i'm nick miller with good hygiene)

aesthetic; very 70s / 80s (but think like, everybody wants some 80s not hairband 80s). i love bright, bold, lots of color, maximalist style. modern farmhouse makes me shake with anger

favorite author; oooooh boy. i'm weird about claiming specific authors because people love to disappoint you so lets go with favorite books

the book of salt- monique truong

a visit from the goon squad- jennifer egan

welcome to my country- lauren slater

confessions of a sociopath- m.e. thomas

i'm also in the middle of devotion- adam makos & flights- olga tokarczuk right now and they're both fantastic

fun fact- i learned how to make latte art years ago??? i'm pretty sure i could deadlift glen powell?? i've been to every us state except 2? i have no idea what i'm doing with my life? do these qualify, idk

no pressure tags- @currentlybradshaw @thewrittennerd @sweetlittlegingy @marsontoast @justfandomwritings @stickxjockey @forever-sleepy-sloth @gigisimsonmars @oncasette

[norawriteswords]

hi girl! would u be comfortable taking a request? 🥺 basically the team is looking for a unsub at halloween time and it’s kind of like lauren but for the reader where she has a stalker and spencer comforts her? tysm!🧡👻

Love this!! I’ve had this in my inbox for a while - sorry anon!! But yes I do take requests!!🫶🫶 I absolutely love this and I’ll work on it!!