#maybe at like halloween or something but i just love this gifset

[notanotherreidgirl]

It’s Doctor

Summary: Spencer stands up for Reader against a police sheriff

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Kissing, pushy guy (he’s a bit of an ass), there’s a miniscule amount of angst, i think that’s it

Word Count: 1120

A/N: Ok here’s a first, no horizontal tango this time. Inspired by this gifset

Spencer didn’t mean to eavesdrop but when he saw you and the sheriff of the police department, he came to a standstill. He had only cracked the door open before seeing you packing up the evidence board, going up on your tiptoes to reach a photograph at the very top. The sheriff jumped at the opportunity to stand close to you, brushing up against your back as he easily grabbed it. He lingered there, trapping you between him and the board before stepping away and making a show out of handing you the photo. 

Spencer felt a flash of anger quickly followed by disappointment and regret. Just that morning Derek had teased him about you, insisting that if he didn’t make his move soon someone would come and whisk you away. 

“A pretty girl like Y/N isn’t gonna wait around forever” he had warned. Derek was right. Of course he was right. Derek was always infuriating right about these things. 

You were the one person that would listen to him ramble for over an hour, only interjecting to ask thoughtful questions. You watch Doctor Who and you love Halloween and you are perfect. You are absolutely perfect and it’s a miracle you even give me the time of day he thought. So he decided on saying something tonight, inviting you to his room to watch TV and unwind after the case. 

He had been beyond nervous but also secretly excited, trying to find the absolute perfect words with which to convey his feelings. Foolishly, he let himself imagine you loving him back and he could hardly wait to see you. Now that balloon of excitement welling up in his chest had wholly deflated. It was just as well, at least he didn’t ruin your friendship in the process of having his heart broken. Resigned, he started to turn away.

It was a habit of yours - packing up after a case. Hotch had protested at first, insisting that everyone should pitch in but no one else was as careful about every little detail as you were. Emily, in particular, had a habit of just randomly shoving papers into unlabeled folders and leaving someone at Quantico to sort through them later. Besides, you organized the paperwork just to everyone’s liking, making sure that the documents Hotch had to sign off on were paperclipped together and printing everything out to accommodate Spencer's aversion to technology. 

You had devised a system. First, you’d take down the pictures of victims and crime scenes and headshots. Then the witness statements would go in the correct folders, the paperwork neatly arranged in it’s own box. At the very end you would wipe down the board, erasing the profile and putting the case to rest. It was cathartic. 

But not tonight. Tonight you had Sheriff Hobartson breathing down your neck.

“I heard you and your team ain't leaving till morning. Maybe tonight I could show you around town” The look in his eye made Spencer think that he was planning on showing you more than an unimpressive suburb. “What do you say, sweetheart?”

“I’m sorry, Sheriff. I actually have plans”. Tonight was the night. You were going to tell Spencer how you felt about him. You had a whole speech planned out and you had been rehearsing it in your head all day. In fact, you were so preoccupied with figuring out the perfect way to tell Spencer that you barely paid attention to Sheriff Hobartson’s blatant advances for the whole case. Something that only encouraged him. 

“Come on, sweetie. Don’t lie to me, you don’t have any plans tonight” he straightened his back, invading your space and towering over you. You realized that you were alone with him at the station.

“I don't appreciate your insinuation, Sheriff. I’m not lying to you.” you said firmly, taking a cautious step back. “Thank you for your offer but the answer is no.”

“You’re kidding me right? You FBI think you’re so much better than us! Just coming in here!” he reached forward to grab your arm. “Listen missy -”

The sound of Spencer slamming the door open interrupted him. “It’s Doctor.”

The sheriff shrank away from you, his demeanor rapidly shifting now that he had been caught. Spencer continued to speak as he strode into the room.

“It’s Doctor Y/L/N. She has two PhDs in subjects that you couldn’t even try to wrap your head around. She’s here because you needed our help to do your job. It took four dead women for you to swallow your pride and call us. The unsub behind bars right now? He’s there because of Dr. Y/L/N. And it’s going to be her that decides if you still have a job next week” 

Sheriff Hobartson met your eyes frantically, realizing that he was at your mercy now. “I’m not going to lie, things are not looking that good for you right now,” you said evenly. 

He started to string together an apology but you couldn’t hear him. Spencer had turned and reached out a hand. You took it without thinking. His hands were always warm, always gentle, always pulling you to safety. He curled his fingers over yours, thumb crossing over thumb and palms sliding together. “Come on Y/N,” he said softly. “The sheriff will finish up here. It’s the least he can do.”

Together you left the station without looking back. Your hands were still interlocked, only separating briefly when Spencer walked around the SUV and buckled himself into the driver’s seat. What now? All your carefully rehearsed words had disappeared. “Spencer, thank you. I’m so sorry you had to do that.”

“I couldn’t stand him speaking to you like that,” he slowed to a stop. You registered that he had parked in the middle of the road but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. It wasn’t like there would be anyone driving around a small town in North Dakota at nearly midnight. “You don’t deserve to be treated like that. You’re so good, Y/N. You make everything better, even this job. You make it easy to sit through briefings and see the worst things that humanity has to offer. You’re smart and compassionate and -”

This time it was your turn to do the interrupting. You launched yourself across the console and pressed your lips to his. His response was immediate, pulling you as close as possible and cradling your face in his hands. For a moment, you were floating. The kiss was every inside joke, every Doctor Who marathon, every late night reviewing case files, every unspoken I love you. 

So there you were, two FBI agents with 5 doctorates between you stopped at a green light in the middle of nowhere, desperately in love with each other. And it was absolutely perfect.

[writingfanficsfan]

I saw a gifset of Max at the start of season 2, where she is dressed up for Halloween and scared the boys and they all scream, and she sort of (okay, totally) makes fun of them. 

She’s a bit mean there and I totally forgot about that. Now I’m just wondering why I love Max so much during the show and why I only started loving Billy after the show and after  I read some fanfics and started following some blogs and reading their thoughts and meta texts on him. 

Is it because Max is a girl? And a mean girl is seen as somehow cool? Or maybe it’s because she’s younger and I don’t think she could hurt me? 

Because I remember that I was intimidated by Billy on screen. He’s almost too beautiful. Beautiful people somehow make me nervous. And then he’s so big and bulky and tough. And there is that sliver of danger around him. 

But then at the end when he’s possessed and he’s crying I did feel sad for him. I was also a bit angry because he died that way and we would never know how he could have changed after all that. Because it would have changed him, right? Something so dramatic, so nightmare-like. 

Anyways, now I’m just rambling and I’m not really sure what I was thinking but clearly I have some (vague) thoughts about Billy and Max. 

[applejongho]

tag game: catch up with me 🐻🍎

tagged by: @woosansang​ AND @sanhwaiting AND @hwanswerland thank u guys <3

favorite time of the year: OCTOBER!!! the weather is perfect, halloween is in october, and ofc this wasn’t why october was my fav for a while but jongho’s birthday is in october too!!! so it’s even more special 💕

comfort food: there’s this stupid ramen that I get at the bulk supermarket that everyone (like, all of the reviews) say is so damn bland and the reviews are low but I think it’s so good???? and it makes me feel better if im feeling sad :( i've been eating a lot recently dhhdasdsk

do you collect something? Yes. Yes I do. I collect jongho photocards! And while I don't have a photo of them with me right now, just imagine 100+ jonghos chilling together. That's my collection, lol. It's funny because I never collected photocards until I met that funky little man. I just love him a lot! I also have a few non-photocard jongho stuff, including this signed album that I guard with my gd life and also this super cute picket:

favorite drink: I always love a good glass of water but I also rly like sweet tea and naked (the brand) juice!

current favorite song: let's kill tonight by p!atd

favorite colors: red and yellow and purple and blue

last song: side by side by bewhy

last series: all of us are dead on netflix

last movie: 4 little girls, this was a documentary I had to watch for my film class (and I won't say what it’s about bc honestly it’s rly depressing) but it’s related to the civil rights movement in the 1960s in america

sweet, savory, sour: savory > sweet > sour

craving: nothing atm! though maybe some french fries?

currently working on: nothing really 🥲 I have a few jongho gifsets that I'm thinking about and a special ot8 gifset and I have one more birthday fic left on my writing account that I need to do for yunho that's four gd months late, but I've just been in a writing slump as of late so I haven't gotten to it. I also bought an embroidery set recently but I haven't worked on that either bc sadness rip

no pressure tags: @bvlnoriyas @mangomingki @abiaswreck @yourlocaltimetraveler @seonghw-a @straykats @skzfaker @blossom-hwa @itsapapisongo

[soobinies]

i was tagged by @polargyu to answer these cute questions (thank you sam for tagging me in this)

Favorite time of the year: maybe like october? fall season? idkk i just like watching halloween movies and eating candy. just the whole vibe of halloween makes me happy 

Comfort food: just a bowl of cereal xD or ice cream

Do you collect something?: kpop albums? (txt photocards? txt merch?) also plushies

Favorite drink: ice coffee! coffee! boba! 

Current favorite song: i really like enhypen’s newest song. its vert catchy

Favorite colors: I’m werid but it’s orange! i just almost liked that color, oh and also purple

Last song: frost by TXT

Last series: tbh i don’t watch a lot of tv shows

Last movie: Guardians of the Galaxy (my sister got me to binge watch marvel movies lol and yeah i love them)

Sweet, savory, spicy: it depends on my mood and what i feel like eating that day but mostly half of the time its savory

Craving: ramen!!!! ramen and boba! i have been craving it for weeks now but i don’t want to go alone and my sister’s all have thier own plans so yeah i have no one to go with :( i just want ramen and boba so bad!

Currently working on: a yeonjun gifset. a pink yeonjun gifset

Tagging: i don’t want to annoy anyone 

[vxlkyrie]

through my lens

pairing: spencer reid x reader

genre: fluff (god so much fluff), friends to lovers!au

warning: mentions of alcohol, cursing

word count: 4.8k

summary: spencer comes up with the best birthday gift a girl could ask for – along with the best confession

a/n: hey y’all, it’s been a hot minute. i apologize for going m.i.a. for a bit and only reblogging fics and gifsets. i’ve been trying to give myself a little break from writing after finishing my classes for the semester, and then i found myself having writer’s block. but now i’ve found the motivation to write again! i’ve gotten into criminal minds during this quarantine, and became whipped for reid. so why not start writing for him? hopefully i can write more for him. and with that said, i hope you guys enjoy this fluff-filled oneshot!

everyone in the bau had their hobbies. spencer loves to read, penelope knits, hotch golfs on weekends – just to name a few. 

when you weren’t creating profiles and catching unsubs, you were roaming around d.c. taking photos of literally everything. a rose bush, your lunch at the cafe down the street from your apartment, the beautiful cotton candy sunset. you were seen always taking a picture, whether it was with a dslr, a polaroid, or simply your phone. you also took pictures of the bau team whenever you all decide to hang out. 

a night at the club? pictures of emily, jj, and penelope drunk off their asses while grinding on each other. 

dinner after successfully closing a case? pictures of derek and spencer having a mini food fight and hotch trying to stop them. 

christmas sleepover at rossi’s mansion? pictures of rossi cooking and the ladies making cookies. 

jj’s wedding? pictures of the blushing bride and groom and everyone slow dancing with each other (until derek pulled your camera out of your hand and forced you to dance with everyone). 

let’s just say you have a wall filled with polaroids of your second family.

photography has been a passion of yours for the longest time. although, when you first started in the bau, you felt like a burden you stated taking pictures of the team in their happiest moments. but over the years, everyone assured you that it was fine and even encouraged you to continue, which made your heart flutter. 

but what made your heart flutter even more is when a certain doctor asks you for tips on how to get into photography.

“hey y/n!” a male voice greeted you while you were working on paperwork. you snapped your head up to see spencer giving you a small smile as he leaned on your desk.

you became close with the doctor shortly after you joined the unit. probably because you two were around the same age, but also probably because of the similar interests you two had. 

he would come over to your apartment frequently for movie nights and whenever he just wanted to unwind after a case and didn’t feel like going back to his place. 

the first time he slept over, you had to apologize for the lack of literature books on your shelves that were filled with scrapbooks instead. he told you it was no problem and found himself getting lost in one of your scrapbooks.

“no way! is that y/n in high school?” he practically squealed.

“what?!” your eyes widened as you ran towards spencer and attempted to get the embarrassing scrapbook out of his hand, only for him to lift it high into the air and out of your reach.

“why didn’t you tell me you wore glasses? you looked so cute!” he laughed as he looked up at the scrapbook that he held above his head.

“i looked horrible! give it back!” you whined.

“only if you can reach it.” he smirked.

“fuck you. you just had to be 6′1.” you pouted as the doctor continued to go through the rest of your scrapbooks (he especially enjoyed going through the scrapbook that was filled with pictures of the team).

and even though you complained the entire time he went through your collection, you couldn’t help the butterflies in your stomach as your feelings for spencer grew.

“what’s up, doc?” you beamed back.

“nothing much. i just wanted to ask you something.” he said as he fumbled with his hands.

“yeah, what is it?” you asked politely.

“i-i want to learn more about photography, and i was hoping you could help me?” he answered softly as a tint of pink spread across his cheeks

god help me, he’s so cute.

“yeah of course!” you chuckled. spencer’s eyes lit up with joy as he smiled wider. “what do you need help with?”

“well, the basics, and what kind of camera to use. although, i’ve heard digital cameras have been getting more expensive these days. maybe it’s because more people are getting into photography. i’ve seen a lot of websites that garcia showed me where people are starting photography businesses and i- i’m rambling again, aren’t i?” spencer scratched the back of his neck. 

you weren’t one to cut spencer off while he’s talking. mostly because he looked so attractive while doing it, and it still baffles you how that’s possible.

“it’s fine spence,” you softly smile at him, which caused his heart to speed up a little. “and honestly, using your phone is a great start into learning basic photography.”

“really?” he quirked an eyebrow.

“yeah, give me your phone,” you asked, holding out your hand. he pulled it out and handed it to you. “i know you’re like a technophobe, but this little guy is pretty useful, especially when it comes to photography.” you explained as you opened the camera app, showing him the different features on it. “now here’s a grid. ever heard of rule of thirds?”

spencer shooked his head, which surprised you.

“oh really? well basically...” you started to speak.

spencer started zoning out. he already knew what the rule was, but he just wanted an excuse to stare at you.

the resident genius has been in love with you ever since you joined the unit. and his feelings grew even more after finding out you both have a love for halloween and science fiction. but of course, he never acted on it. the poor boy was already shy enough, and after being rejected several times, he especially doesn’t want to ruin his friendship with you.

oh y/n, if only you knew...

“so overall, it’s a great way to line up your photos,” you finished explaining, turning your head to see spencer spacing out. “you okay spencer?” you waved a hand over his face.

“w-what? oh yeah, i’m fine. rule of thirds is my best friend when taking pictures. got it.” he blinked, making you chuckle.

“hey pretty boy, we’re being summoned by garcia.” a deep voice said as a hand slapped over spencer’s shoulder.

“hi derek!” you smiled.

“hey sugar,” he winked. “come on reid, let’s go.” derek turned to spencer. spencer nodded at the older man and started to walk.

“thanks again y/n!” he yelled over his shoulder.

“of course! if you need anything, just let me know!” you yelled back as you continued working on your paperwork.

“anything?” derek whispered, teasing spencer as they made their way to penelope’s office.

“stop. she was just teaching me some stuff about photography.”

“you are such a sucker for her. just tell her you like her already. we all know you both are in love with each other.” derek rolled his eyes.

“she’s not in love with me.”

“you have an iq of 187 and for what? you don’t have to be a genius to know that she feels the same way.” derek said as he opened the door.

-

“ah my lovelies are here!” penelope said as she hugged derek and spencer.

“what’s up baby girl?” the formal asked.

“i’ve already told emily, jj, hotch, and rossi this, but i am planning a surprise birthday party for y/n at rossi’s place!” she clapped joyfully.

“isn’t her birthday like a month away?” spencer raised an eyebrow.

“i don’t even think she remembers that her birthday’s coming up soon.” derek added.

“which makes this even easier,” penelope smiled. “the week of her birthday, we will be going over to rossi’s house after work and we will help decorate. the night of the party, spencer, you will be driving her to rossi’s. just say that we’re all meeting up to go to a club or something.” she quickly said.

“i guess that’s possible.” the younger boy slowly nodded.

“are you sure she isn’t gonna be suspicious that reid’s willing to go to a club?” derek asked.

“hey!”

“he’s a genius, he’ll come up with some excuse,” penelope said. “okay great. let’s go team! now get out please.”

spencer slowly walked down the hall that lead back to the bullpen.

what am i gonna get her this year? i already got her the whole star wars saga collection. this gift has to be more sentimental. 

he bit his lip in deep thought.

then suddenly, a light bulb flickered on above his head.

that’s it!

-

a month passes by quickly when you're working on cases mostly every day. 

there were a few times where you would have the day off or at least the night off after a long day at work. you spent those times with the bau, whether it was having a night in with the girls, checking out the costume stores with spencer (who cares if it’s nowhere near october?), or even a spontaneous night out at the karaoke bar.

the rest of the team have managed to sneak around during the week of your birthday, gathering party decorations and gifts, making sure everything is set up correctly before the big day.

spencer worked very hard on his gift for you, adding the finishing touches as he stored it in a closet that was filled with the rest of the team’s gifts.

set up for y/n’s birthday party – check.

and in a blink of an eye, it was your birthday and the night of party. the team was flying back from a case that took several days, and you want nothing more than to knock out on your bed.

“the night is still young! let’s all go out!” emily exclaimed as you all gathered your belongings in the bullpen. derek nodded his head in agreement, catching on to emily’s little scheme.

“hell yeah, i’m in!” jj responded. “how about you, y/n?”

“i don’t know guys, i’m pretty tired.” you yawned.

“come on y/n, you have to come with us.” emily pouted.

“what’s happening?” penelope walked in.

“we’re gonna hit the clubs, you in?”

“definitely. spence, you coming?” penelope looked at him as if she had telepathically sent him a message. spencer widened his eyes.

“u-uh, yeah. i’m in.” he gave a small smile.

“look y/n, even reid’s coming! you love clubbing with us. it’s gonna be a great time!” jj said as she held your arms. you sighed.

“fine. i’ll meet you guys in like two hours, okay?”

the ladies cheered in victory.

“perfect! let’s pregame at rossi’s and then we’ll all go together.” emily said.

“great! spencer, do you mind driving me to my apartment?” you said as you turned towards him. he shook his head in response and you both headed towards the parking lot.

get y/n to come over to rossi’s – check.

-

after you got ready, spencer drove to rossi’s mansion as you sang to throwbacks.

he changed into a simple black dress shirt and jeans (and of course, his converse) while you wore a black off-the-shoulder mini dress and heels. your makeup was flawless as well as your curled hair.

spencer couldn’t help but think you looked beautiful in this moment, and can’t wait for the surprise he and the team had in store for you.

soon, you two were parked in rossi’s huge driveway.

“she’s here!” spencer texted penelope as soon as he put the car in park. he ran over to your side of the car and opened the door for you.

“what a gentleman! thank you, kind sir.” you smiled and reach out for spencer’s hand as he helped you out of your seat. you two walked to the front door to see rossi standing with a huge grin on his face.

“hey rossi!” you greeted while hugging him. he grabbed your hand and opened the door and slowly let you in, with spencer trailing not too far behind. “where is everyone?” you asked as he led you to the dark living room.

“surprise!” many voices shouted. your eyes widened as the lights turned on, only to see your closest friends and everyone from the bau and their families smiling at you. even the kids were there.

there were balloons that floated onto the ceiling. foil curtains that filled up rossi’s wall (he wasn’t a big fan of it, but he was willing to hang it up because it was all for you). tables filled with drinks, food, and gifts. and don’t forget the banner that hung across the threshold leading to the backyard that read ‘happy birthday y/n!’

you felt yourself tearing up.

“oh my god!” you patted around your eye area. “i love you all, but goddamnit you almost made me ruin my mascara!” you yelled jokingly, earning laughs from everyone (even hotch).

“happy birthday!” rossi said as he hugged you and kissed your cheeks. everyone gathered around you to hug you, take pictures with you, and say their happy birthday’s.

“happy birthday, sugar.” derek hugged you.

“i honestly forgot that it was today.” you laughed as he joined you.

even spencer gave you a bear hug and a kiss on the forehead, which made your face heat up.

“happy birthday y/n.” he smiled at you.

you were in euphoria as the party went on. you were dancing with your best friends and the bau ladies (and derek) as music blasted throughout the backyard. everyone was occupied, but they seemed to be enjoying themselves, even spencer, who was having a beer while conversing with hotch.

“so when are you gonna tell y/n you like her?” he asked spencer who was looking at you like you’re the only thing in the world. spencer turned his head towards his boss.

“soon.” he smiled, sounding very determined.

“as much as i love seeing you guys dance your asses off, it’s time for the birthday girl to blow out her candles.” rossi announced.

everyone gathered around the table as you walked towards the table, seeing a beautifully decorated cake with lit candles placed in front of you. they all sang happy birthday (with hotch recording everything), making you smile from ear to ear while trying not to tear up again. soon, you blew out your candles, followed by cheers. rossi helped cut the cake and distributed it to everyone.

“as soon as everyone gets their slice, please go to the living room so y/n can open her gifts!” he shouted. everyone obeyed and started to walked back inside. spencer’s eyes widened.

shit. 

“you okay, kid?” derek asked, approaching spencer.

“uh, yeah?” he answered, clearing his throat as an attempt to try to hide his panicked expression.

“what’s got you nervous?”

“i-i didn’t know she was gonna open her gifts in front of everyone.” spencer practically whispered.

“why? what’d you get her?” derek smirked.

“i guess you’ll see.” spencer sighed.

-

everyone sat in the living room, facing you as you opened your gifts. every time you opened one, your heart melts even more.

when you opened rossi’s gift, you thought you were gonna pass out.

“rossi, i cannot take this!” you exclaimed as you held a box that contained a new camera. “this must’ve costed you a fortune!” you tried to give rossi the box, but he simply shook his head.

“you’re like a daughter to me, y/n. of course i had to spoil my child!” he said as everyone laughed around him.

“i can assure you buying that camera certainly did not put a dent in his bank account.” emily quipped. you thanked rossi with a hug and continued to open more gifts in your seat between spencer and emily.

you were curious when you lifted a slightly heavy bag from hotch. you gasped as soon as you looked inside to see a brand new laptop sitting inside.

“hotch, you shouldn’t have!”

“i know you recently broke your laptop, so i figured why not save you the trouble of getting one. you also deserve it after being such a great addition to the team.” he said, giving you a small smile as you hugged him.

emily bought you a ton of polaroid film and sd cards, as well as a bottle of wine – the key to a girl’s heart.

“these are exactly what i needed, thank you babe.” you kissed her cheek.

jj and will bought you a vinyl player along with a few vinyls from your favorite artists. they also added a few drawings of you that henry made that had ‘auntie y/n’ written on all of them.

“i am definitely putting these on my fridge.” you said as you lightly ruffled the little guy’s hair.

derek got you a pair of headphones (from the same brand as his) so you didn’t have to borrow his during the plane ride home.

“now we can both listen to our own music with our own headphones.” he teased, hugging you as you chuckled.

penelope’s gift had you screaming. you opened the box and moved the tissue paper to see a whole lingerie set laid out. spencer’s eyes widened as derek whistled, while hotch and rossi where trying not to laugh their asses off. jj immediately placed her hands over henry’s eyes.

“how did you get my size right?!”

“i have my ways.” she winked at you.

you had one more gift to open – spencer’s gift.

“you don’t have to open mine.” spencer whispered to you. you raised an eyebrow in confusion.

“why not? i opened everyone’s.”

“it’s not as good as everyone else’s.”

“spence, it doesn’t matter how expensive a gift is. you could literally give me a fake plant and i will love it until the day that i die.” you smiled at him, causing his face to slightly heat up.

“well, prepare to be disappointed because i definitely did not get you a fake plant.” he said. you scoffed.

“come on spence, how bad could it be?” you said as you pulled out an object from the gift bag. you curiously looked at it.

is it a book?

“what is it?” you asked spencer.

“well, o-open it.” spencer shyly said.

you turn the cover to see a collage of pictures. it was a small scrapbook. you examined the pictures only to realize they were picture of you. you started blushing as you flipped through the pages and recalled where several of the pictures have been taken. you didn’t even realize spencer was taking pictures of you half of the time.

-

you were having a sleepover with the girls, drinking and crying over captain america. you heard a knock on the door.

“must be the pizza guy, i’ll get it!” you stood up. you opened the door to see spencer standing there.

“hey y/n! ready to watch the new season of doctor who?” he clenched his messenger bag in excitement as he entered your apartment, shocked to see his coworkers sitting on the couch while the tv played.

“that was tonight? oh spencer, i’m so sorry. i completely forgot.” you said, feeling guilty.

“oh, that’s fine. we can always watch doctor who another time.” he reassured.

“how about you join us spencer?” penelope chirped in.

“i don’t want to intrude on your sleepover.” spencer shook his hands in front of him.

“yeah, come join us! you’re already here, and i think you left some of your pajamas somewhere.” you raised your eyebrows at him with a pleading smile on your face.

how could he resist when you’re looking at him like that?

“fine.” he gave in as the girls cheered.

as soon as he knew it, he was listening in on the gossip as the girls did each other’s nails. you laughed as you smeared a green substance on your face.

“what’s that on your face y/n?” spencer asked, earning a few giggles from emily and jj.

“it’s a facial, spence. it’s good for your skin. you want to try it?” you asked as you held out the container towards him. he nodded. “you want me to put it on for you?” he nodded again.

spencer tried his hardest not to blush while your fingers brushed against his face. he could smell the faint scent of mint from the facial along with the lavender from your shampoo.

“okay, and we’re done. wait for half an hour and then wash it off.” you said as you both took a seat on your couch.

once you started paying attention to the movie, spencer stole glances in your direction, watching you react to the movie. he couldn’t help but pull out his phone and snapped a picture of you (thank god his phone was on silent).

he smiled to himself one more time before putting his focus back onto the movie.

-

“spencer, what are we doing here? it’s july!” you said as you two entered the costume shop.

“it’s never too early to plan your halloween costume, y/n.” he laughed as you looked at the masks that hung from the wall. he busied himself, browsing through different costumes.

should i be frankenstein? maybe i should go for steampunk this year?

“check this out spence!” your muffled voice caught his attention. he looked to see you dancing around while wearing one of the masks. 

spencer laughed at you while you continued to dance in the middle of the aisle. he took out his phone and took a photo of you, not caring that your arms turned out blurry while you were flailing your arms around.

“that was fun,” you took off the masks. “anyways, what kind of costume are you going for this year?” you asked as your ran your fingers through your hair, trying to fix it.

spencer was too busy looking at you.

“spencer?” you said with confusion. “spence?”

he slightly shook his head.

fuck, she caught me staring.

“what? oh, i don’t know yet. how about you?” he asked back.

“hmmm, i’m not sure either. i might just play it safe and be a devil or something.” you said as you tried on headbands that had plastic horns glued onto them. you looked at the section next to the devil costumes and saw a bunch of angel costumes. you took one of the halos and placed it on spencer’s head, practically jumping to get it on him. “maybe you should be an angel this year.”

“you think so? why?” he asked, suddenly feeling shy.

“well, maybe cuz you are one?” you grinned.

spencer’s heart raced for hours afterwards.

-

“happy birthday to you! happy birthday to you! happy birthday dear emily! happy birthday to you!” the whole team sang as they raised their glasses to the girl of the hour. you couldn’t help but take pictures of everyone as they downed their drinks and hugged emily.

after the team found out it was the brunette’s birthday, you all collectively decided to spend the rest of the evening renting out a room at the karaoke bar to celebrate.

“thank you guys! i fucking love all of you!” emily yelled. you could tell she was tipsy. “now someone put something on, i want to get drunk and sing until my vocal chords explode!”

“well, actually, your vocal chords-” spencer started.

“shh, not right now spence. someone give me a microphone.” emily bit back. you patted your hand on spencer’s back.

after a few rounds of singing from everyone, you decided to do a number with the rest of the girls. you were in the zone, belting out notes you never thought you could do. but with a little bit of liquid courage, you channeled your inner whitney houston as you all sang ‘i wanna dance with somebody.’

hotch was recording (as always) as rossi and derek cheered you all on.

“let’s go baby girl!”

spencer was clapping along, watching you have the time of your life. he had the biggest smile on his face as he took pictures of you singing. he knew that he had it bad for you once you started dancing. but when he didn’t see coming was when you placed your hand on his and pulled him up to his feet.

“dance with me spencer!” you giggled as you whipped your head side to side. you definitely had too much to drink.

“come on pretty boy!” derek hollered. spencer started to pick up the rhythm and moved with you and the girls. the rest of the guys soon joined in and started dancing.

at times like this, spencer is grateful that he chose not to stay in.

-

as you flipped through the rest of the pages, you felt a few tears started to form in your eyes. you skimmed through the rest of the pictures. 

some of them were pictures of you sleeping. on the jet, on the couch in your pajamas during a movie marathon, on rossi’s bed in one of the guest rooms after having one too many glasses of wine.

some of them had spencer in it. once you taught him what selfies were, he took one with you every time the team flew out of state, or even if you two were just getting coffee before work.

there were some where you weren’t even paying attention and spencer was closer to the camera and made it look like he was squeezing your small head.

and there were even a few where you had your hand close to the camera. they were pictures of you when spencer would catch you off-guard. they weren’t the best pictures, but it felt right for him to print them out.

“spence, what are you doing?” you asked as you tried to push his phone away from your face.

“i’m just taking a picture of you!” he giggled.

“why? i look ugly!” you whined.

“no you don’t!” he blurted out as you playfully shoved his phone towards him as he continued taking pictures of you.

“sometimes, i really do hate you.” you joked, ignoring the fact that he said he doesn’t think you’re ugly.

you laughed at the pictures as your heart picked up its pace. aww’s were coming from everyone, making spencer blush an even deeper pink. you got to last page of the scrapbook. instead of seeing a page full of pictures, you saw a familiar handwriting that filled the page.

is this a letter?

“what does it say?” one of your friends asked.

you looked at spencer for permission to read it out loud. he hesitantly nodded. by the looks of it, everyone already knew why he made you a scrapbook, might as well go all the way.

you took a deep breath and started reading.

for the part-time photographer, full-time badass profiler:

dear y/n,

you have been a light in everyone’s life, especially mine. you brought happiness to a team during their darkest times, and you have always been there for me during mine. 

to the girl who is always seen taking pictures of everyone around her, you deserve to be photographed. 

through your lenses, i am one of the many people that fill up your scrapbooks and walls, but through my lens, you are the most beautiful person my camera has ever captured (and even then, these pictures don’t do you justice).

you are the kindest, brightest, and most breathtaking person i’ve ever met, and i am so lucky to have fallen in love with you.

happy birthday!

love, spencer.

you didn’t even notice the small pool of tears that sat over the letter. thank god the pages were protected. even penelope, emily, and jj were crying.

“oh, spencer.” you sighed as you pulled him in for a bone-crushing hug. he immediately hugged you back, placing his face in the crook of your neck. you pulled away to look at him.

“did you like it?” he whispered as he wiped away the stray tears on your face.

you smiled at him and leaned towards him, wrapping your arms around his neck and planting a kiss on his lips. he smiled as he kissed you back. loud cheers and applauds can be heard from around the room, but the only things you can hear are yours and spencer’s beating hearts.

“my man!” derek yelled. everyone pulled out their phones to capture this sweet moment.

you both pulled away from each other, not being able to wipe the stupid smiles off your faces.

“i’m guessing you liked it.” spencer quipped, making you laugh.

“i love it. and i love you too.” you grinned. 

spencer pulled you in for another kiss, until you hear several clicks. you turned to see everyone with their phones pointed at you two. you hid your face in his neck in embarrassment, spencer laughing as he held you.

“this is definitely going in the scrapbook.” he chuckled.

[thurst-day]

content creator year in review 🥳

tagged by: @wabisaba @defgyus @gotseventeens @offtodef @jaebam

✨first creation of 2020✨

so i made this whole stan acc on ig, twt, and ofc tumblr just for the sevens and how i found a reason to start drawing again also learn to make gifs because of them 🥺

✨most recent creations of 2020✨

i saw this euphoria trend on twt and i decided to made my simple version of that

✨one of your favourite creations of 2020✨

i probably said it in the tags already but my netflix movie poster edit really made me want to watch them as a series

✨a creation you're really proud of✨

i think these two fairytales themed birthday post of jinyoung and jeonghan because i really love the style that felt so magical

also my amerithaikhong edit (manifesting to really happen in 2021 lol)

✨a new style you tried this year and work that uses it✨

this collage art that are a mess and kinda ugly lol but never seen someone else doing it and it's just my brain tryin' to be c00l

✨a creation that took you forever���

this halloween one idk why it took forever maybe because i made a lot of mistake and the creative process behind it and also this DYE cover drawing that took 3 days to finish

✨your creation from 2020 that received the most notes✨

srsly i thought everyone would ignore this but i'm glad they didn't because my sunshine's birthday deserved all the notes

also this jinson gifset that i forgot to watermark which someone probably already took it as theirs lmao

✨a creation you think deserved more notes✨

this got17 album cover switch because helloo i thought ahgacarat would be so many lol and i worked hard on it :')

and this wonwoo edit maybe because i posted it on the wrong time

✨a new fandom you joined and creation you made for it✨

i didn't have any tags for them but here one edit for each group, seventeen and monsta x

also @bamshine kindly introduced me to ace because i fell in love with their cb pictures so i decided to make something out of it

✨a creation you made that breaks your heart✨

ofc it has to be minghao's one bc it was probably the most beautiful gifset i've ever made??

✨a 'simple' creation that you really love✨

this triplets jackson, kinda went viral on twt i guess, well a king indeed

✨a creation inspired by someone else✨

this tarot card which the inspiration one was 100x better but i really tried like the yugyeom's one is my fav skshk

✨a favourite creation created by someone else✨

i need to re-search it again because my dumbass never save anything but from the moment i first saw this nbtm art by @youngjaes, i fell in love

✨some of your favourite creator this year✨

@defgyus @jaebam @presenteyesonyou @yuqyxom @offtodef @lilliumaura @joshuahong @iiasha @soonhoonsol @smallkore @allthelxves @inutilement @delicatecy @sunnie-dk @kyeomshine @youngjaes @wabisaba @gotseventeens

But seriously i never thought in the first place my creations would get any notes or attention at all but yet here we are. This side blog hasn't even a year old yet but i'm really grateful and amazed by people i met in this site. Thank you for supporting my works, i'll make something again in the future and i love every single one of you! ♡

[migleefulmoments]

"Hahaha. A friend pointed this out. W online shops too!" What does this even mean?! I don't know anyone in 2020 who doesn't online shop besides my 80 year old grandparents because they refuse to learn how to use a computer 😂 I don't get how Will, a 30 something year old man, online shopping is worthy enough for Abby to comment on it. I'm sure Chris does it too. And Darren.

On Nov 5, Darren wrote this post and the cc fandom lost their shit.    

They decided that organizing 10 costumes for multiple events in two different states for two different people was not worthy of acknowledgment- especially since they wore several purchased costumes. They spent the next 30-ish days mocking her “online shopping skills” like the petty idiots they are and now they bring it up two months later. 

Anonymous asked: this is funny, C posted a photo of beard, D posted photos with the beard. Almost like they were sitting next to each other and saying “ok ok I will say this”

ajw720 answered: The only difference, C controls his SM and the bearding, D does not, but they knew the Halloween post was coming when C posted his belated b-day wishes (not that he acknowledged they were late).  

It really is, if you can remove the very human, tragic element, like a script for a really bad D Movie.  C posts “Happy Birthday, Babe!” a day after the man’s actual b-day and “D” praises his fake bride for MAKING TEN costumes.  Sure praise her if she actually designed them and sat with her sewing machine.  No, she went online and ordered things (I doubt she even went to a store).   And 3 couple costumes were cheap frankly.  The only thought was how narcissistic she could be in their execution (as @flowersintheattic254pointed out even the Mario costume had  a reason, it was a reminder of Japan and the fake encagement by referring to the ad that paid for their trip there).

And seriously how are people not questioning that she spent the entirety of her month picking TEN costumes?  Who has time for this?  I know, i know, a person whose only role in life is to play fake plus one.

I am just so tired by D in particular being utterly dragged down by the useless dead weight by his side and his team’s sole ambition to promote her and make her sound like a decent person.  

If they wanted to praise her, maybe they should have forced her to participate in the zero waste initiative instead of sitting drinking by the pool or have her volunteer to help young girls who have been kicked out of their homes, or have been raped.  Or pick any cause and truly volunteer her time to promote it.  If she is not going to actually get a job and pursue a career, please force her to do something that is actually of value and contribute something good to the world. But to praise her for picking TEN costumes?  

Praise that comes from a man who this year alone won three awards, is starring in a show he created and wrote the music for, has his first big movie premiere this week, is exec producer and star of a huge show on N/etflix, just announced his starring role with 2 A++ lists actors next spring on Broadway, celebrated the 5th anniversary of the festival he created, volunteered his time for the zero waste initiative, performed at several charity events, and was just yesterday name limited series actor of the decade.  Where is the praise for him from his “bride”?  He at least deserves it.

How do they not see how ridiculous it is for someone with D’s accomplishments in 2019 alone praise a person for purchasing TEN costumes for Halloween?  And stans, how do you accept that this is right or normal.  You really know nothing about him and have such little respect for him as a person if you continue to accept the character his idiotic team has created on his behalf.  It is so far from the person he is and that he generally holds himself out to be when given the opportunity.  

This isn’t about being a “gay fetishist” or “hating woman” this is about wanting for D to be fairly and accurately represented and no longer forced to participate in this stupid, life sucking game to promote a person that contributes absolutely nothing to the world.  If you want to have a strong female role model, there are so many, i’ve talked about a few in the past few days (thus far Nancy, Lea, and Phoebe) and will continue to do so, but please stop worshiping a person whose sole reason you are speaking about her is her connection to D, even if you refuse to accept it is fake.  

klainecentric Finished reading the funniest ig story of the day, the qween being praised for sitting in front of either a sewing machine or computer...bravo your majesty qween....your my hero well done.👏👏. And all I can think of is how irrelevant the statement D made about being an emotional horder, being a very private person and finally D saying he's lazy when it comes to social media, I'm internally screaming in frustration because yeah we know D wouldn't have written a post praising that lazy good for nothing waste of space but he's coming across as a lier and it's extremely damaging to his character as a person. I absolutely hate lying and every time another "private" moment is posted to the world is another small piece that's chipped away from what D has originally stated about privacy. PBB, nobody cares about your cheap arse highly flammable costumes you buy online, did you forget about your piano baby adult strip club. I'm sure there are still plenty of people out there you can hire to rub and flaunt their flanges all over the beer taps, why don't you keep busy on that instead. If you want to make costumes, I'm sure you can sew some mighty fine titty tassels together. It'll be cheap nasty, sound familiar.

souly So, let me get this straight. We should all praise a person for going online, looking up different costumes in online stores, putting those in their shopping basket and hitting “buy”? Because I do that at least once a week with other stuff. Do I get praised for that now? Pretty please? I’m doing good work there and buy a lot of stuff, therefore I must be the best person ever!

notes-from-nowhere You’re my Queen. Please, love me.

souly

(I think I got it right. I’m getting the hang of what said person is doing. Wheee! ;))

notes-from-nowhere You nailed it 🤣

ajw720 Yesterday I got a delivery of car food. And instead of his usual seafood mix up greats, I got him shrimp flavor. I’m awesome!!!!!

souly Oh, hey! I think we should all take pictures of whatever we bought online during the week or month and make individual posts on all of our social media accounts about it. Because, you know…

cassie1022 I picked up stuff I ordered online at Target and PetSmart. Does that count? Should I receive accolades because my cat will have fresh litter to do her business on?

souly Only if you post the pictures to prove it! ;)

ajw720 As soon as I get home. Pictures forthcoming. Shrimp cat treats and I also got a burgundy blanket for my new comforter!!! Life goals!!!!!!!!!!!

souly Okay, so, let’s see… What did I buy online during the past month that can be shared as pictures? Some things are gifts, so I obviously can’t post anything about those yet. But I think these here are safe.

Let’s start with one of my fav new shirts. (Excuse the grainy quality. I had to quickly edit it for privacy reasons. :p And yes, that’s a butterfly mirror.)

The rest are behind the cut to save your dash from drowning in too many pictures. ;)

cheekyface72 You’re my queen from now on…

ajw720 I think emmy/sag/gg/CC winner DC should write a post @soulypraising your awesome, amazing, unparalleled online shopping skills!  You earned that praise.  That cat toy is particularly spectacular.

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Just A Taste of M’s Amazing Online Shopping Skills that are worthy of such Praise

ajw720

Super Mario with inflatable Dragon $54.66 (x)

Princess Peach $78.99 (x)

chrisdarebashfulsmiles. i can’t

flowersintheattic254. When you add the fact that the wedding was sponsored so heavily, and her history of outfits I think it shows Mi@rren is something that’s always been done very much ‘on the cheap’.

From work vacays (honeymoon included), RC ‘glue gun’ looks, thrift shoes and subsidized weddings.

It’s BUDGET BEARDING!!!

leka-1998. It’s not worth more than this, that’s for sure.

notes-from-nowhere  We are so ungrateful. She worked hard to find the gloves.

I bet she had to click on another link to find them. She deserves another accolade.

ajw720 @flowersintheattic254 Budget Bearding!  I LOVE It! (and something tells me D’s SW costume in particular was far cheaper than either of these).

souly That Snow White dress can be found for about $25 in a ton of online shops. I stumbled upon it even before Halloween way too many times. 😂

@notes-from-nowhere The plush question mark block can be found in a couple online stores like this one. She simply glued it onto some gloves - or asked L to do it with that glue gun of hers.

flowersintheattic254 Well funnily enough I think we may have confirmation that 🚽🚽 glued on the puppies so I guess YES to the question mark block too!!!

cassie1022 They can’t even glue things properly. Why am I not surprised?

leka-1998

SW

So, so amazing. Bow to the kween and her not so helpful helper.

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There are lots more...I figured enough of your brain cells died reading the ones I posted.  On Nov 30 she is STiLL bringing it up”

Anonymous asked:

Whenever I see miarren gifset they always use the same quote underneath (the rolling the windows down quote) and at first I rolled my eyes and thought uh not that quote again, and I can't believe it took me this long to realise it's because there is literally no other quote that can be construed as loving. You can hardly put down "she's a big girl" whenever you make a set of gifs with M beaming and D looking like someone murdered the dog he's allergic to.

ajw720: And I love the Emmy quote as it was an absolute reference to his character who was a psychopath. Pretty telling if you ask me. But that reference is over their heads.

And pretty much the only one. Guess saying he’s a ball and chain kind of guy isn’t romantic. They can’t even take pooping exes as he clearly steered the conversation away from her. Lovely lady of many moons? Nah she sounds like a stranger. Saying nothing changes after marriage? Sounds boring. It’s a struggle. But hey she’s an excellent online shopper that he done got hitched to!!!

[kuzuyami]

its halloween guys

yes dudes its basically halloween OKAY right

ANYWAY i’d love to make some new horror/psych/psych thriller anime gif/gifsets for the month of October which also happens to be the month of which I was born! I’d really love your feedback on any cool anime, scenes, that sort of thing that I could try and watch (not to be super biased but nothing too old because the quality is important and it can be hard to download and preferably something I’ve seen because I love to riff on scenes/moments I’ve lived through before - MAL lives here! also pls not anime that have like... 12098765 episodes... pls no... I AM moving in 2 weeks as well) 

I don’t think personally it has to stick to the traditional horror only genre of anime for example, Higurashi or Elfen Lied, but it could be some gory or intense battle scene in a shounen anime or a generally gruesome moment in a non traditional horror anime like fight scenes in Akame ga Kill, certain mindfuckery in Neon Genesis Evangelion (or just... fucking hell fuckery), totally fucked up scenes in Re: Zero... you catch my drift maybe? its not always about The top Horror Anime List though hell fucking yeah I’ll watch Death Note or Tokyo Ghoul again to get you that gifset. 

ANYWAY. Yeah! Also, here is a list of all of the anime I already have downloaded on my computer therefore it makes it all the easier to access and make more gifs of or have a faster turnaround and/or these are the biddies I’m most in love with for sure. ALSO it doesn’t have to be halloween or horror or spooky related lets just have some fun! I’m pretty sure thats the whole list on my HDD but obviously the fun isnt limited to what I’ve got directly available :) - oh, reblogs are super appreciated! comments, asks, whatever you need guys. love you halloweenies!

[sasakisniko]

I was tagged in this pick five of your favorite works and reflect on them thing weeks ago. So, I’m sorry, I know a few of you tagged me and I can’t remember who, but here it finally is! I only chose gifsets because, tbh, I’m far more secure in them than I am in my fics, though I think I’m improving.

1. I feel like a part of my soul has loved you since the beginning of everything. Maybe we’re from the same star.

I made this for an event and, after having done a couple of “favorite relationship” ones and having picked Malex, I wanted to do something slightly different with it while still choosing them. So I settled on this idea, of finding all the different ways Michael has said he loves Alex or someone has said “someone you love” and he has clearly thought of Alex and putting those quotes over moments that illustrate them. Michael and Alex are a great example of never having to hear them say “I love you” directly for us to see it as clear as day and I wanted to show that with this gifset.

2. but god, just notice you’re looking at the sky

I saw this quote and knew I had to make it for Malex because it is them. Completely. They’re both so completely and irrevocably in love with each other. They’re both see each other as the best person in the universe, imo. But, because they can’t see that in themselves, I think they struggle to see how much they mean to each other. That last moment that I giffed is the perfect illustration of them both just not getting it. Michael is thinking Alex is leaving again because he’s not worth staying for (when Alex has left so many times to protect Michael). And Alex is panicking because Michael has been trying to leave the planet and he’s going to lose him right when he’s finally resolved the issue that made him keep leaving (and, imo, the only time Michael ever wants to stay is when Alex is there). They’re idiots in love who need to communicate and I hate them.

3. “Alex made me believe there was a place for me here.” 

Okay, so I saw this quote that I used for this gifset and thought immediately of teen Malex and that quote I used in the caption. I cried the entire time I made it. I don’t really know what to say about it other than that. They have broken me.

4. Are you scared of the dark? / Are you afraid they’ll break your heart? / Are you afraid you’ll lose yourself? 

I made this one for a Halloween event. And I didn’t really know what to do with the prompt until I googled the quote and found these lyrics. And I immediately thought of Alex. Carina has said he’s not afraid of anything and I don’t even remotely agree. I could probably write like 300 pages of meta on the subject of fear and Alex Manes. Alex is absolutely the bravest person on the show, yes, but that’s because he is so afraid. Of one thing in particular. He is absolutely terrified of losing Michael. He’s so scared of that, imo, that he has spent all of his adult life doing whatever it takes to keep Michael safe. And it was an absolute gift to watch him start to confront that fear and go after what he wants most. I love Alex Manes so much. *sobs*

5. I’ve only got myself to blame 

This song attacked me with the Alex Manes feels when the season was still airing and it hasn’t stopped. I think this is exactly how Alex feels. A big deal is made in fandom about how he keeps walking away and I feel like a certain segment of fandom wants to heap all the blame for them not working out on him, so I want to specify that this is not how I feel about it, just how I think Alex feels about it. And how I think he’ll feel about the bs love triangle. *sobs in Alex Manes some more*

I’m tagging anyone who hasn’t done this yet and wants to do it.

[taste-in-music]

Music Monday (9-30-19)

Happy Monday! There’s quite a bit to talk about.

New Releases

Fresh Laundry by Allie X: Oh my god, it’s happening! Everybody Stay Calm!!! Allie X is keeping us FED with new content, it looks like we’re already moving into a new era a mere year after her last project. The Super Sunset is over, and now it’s time to venture into the night. This song is dusky and wonderfully tense, with cryptic synths and echoing backing vocals building a minimal yet atmospheric sound. This is the perfect spooky bop to kick off the Halloween season. 

Paradise by Elohim: The production on this song is so lush and bouncy. I especially love the flurries of strings, robotic vocals, bright synths, and twittering birds, they all come together for a really pleasing sound. While the overall song is a bit clunky sounding, it still makes me happy every time I hear it. 

Boys Like You by dodie: Holy moly, I really love this. It’s got all the makings of a good dodie song, with the whispery vocals, honest lyrics, and humming production, but something about this song boosts it a little. I don’t know what it is, maybe it’s the more pronounced percussion? Maybe it’s dodie’s falsetto? Whatever it is, it works for me. Also, we got a new video for it!

Something Has to Change by The Japanese House: This is a pretty standard The Japanese House song. But, to me, a “pretty standard The Japanese House song” is a great song, so yeah, I really like this. It’s got a carefree atmosphere that I really enjoy. 

Trampoline by SHAED ft. ZAYN: I don’t know how I feel about this remix, but I felt like I had to mention it. ZAYN’s voice compliments Chelsea Lee’s pretty well, and he sounds really good, (especially in his lower register,) but he doesn’t contribute much to the song. His voice dips in for random lyrics and backing vocals in a way that I find distracting. Still, I could see this remix giving the song a big chart push, and if it means giving SHAED more recognition and new listeners then I’m not complaining. 

Navy Blue by Charlotte Lawrence: God, this song was so close to getting my stamp of approval. The only things, and I mean THE ONLY THING holding it back is this choice with the production where the instrumental starts and stops in the chorus in a really jarring way, killing any kind of momentum the song builds. It was a risky move, and it just didn’t pay off for me. Oh well, I’m still interested in the direction Charlotte Lawrence’s sound is taking, and her vocals are pretty good here. It’s just that. one. thing. 

Other Favorites

Across the Universe by Fiona Apple: I fell down the Fiona Apple rabbit hole this past week and am currently working my way through her early discography. This song hit me like a gut punch, it’s so earnestly sung and can we talk about the instrumentals? The flutes? It’s so beautiful, it makes me want to lie on my back in the middle of a grassy field at midnight and stare at the starry sky above me. So yeah

Also

Kelsy Karter released her music video for “Liquor Store on Mars,” and it’s wonderful! Also someone should give it the gifset treatment and send said gifset to me, because I can’t make gifs but think that that would be cool. Anyways, check this out. 

We also got a new AURORA video for “Apple Tree?” Holy heck has this been a week for music videos!

Be sure to look at my personal Spotify playlist for more new releases and other great songs. I also have a new ongoing playlist, Acne Vulgaris, that you can follow for a continuously updated mix of great music.

[freckliedan]

can you describe the first time u saw the vday vid?

oof. yeah b, i can- i'm not sure what level of detail u were looking for with this ask but i might have both more and less than you were hoping for? i have a very weirdly strong memory for things that have happened in my life - less so for things that happened during 10th grade & half of 11th grade bc i was dissociating so hard then - but my memories go back into first person around halfway thru 11th grade, which is when i found dnp, so. i remember watching the vday vid for the first time pretty damn well. 

(under the cut because i do not know how to not make essays)

i was 16, it was late november/early december of 2012, and i'd first watched a dnp vid in mid/early november. less than a month after the vday leak. so. it was just over six years ago and it was late at night and i was on my computer after i was supposed to be asleep, i’m sure of that. it was dark out; nighttime during alaska winters is something that’s hard to describe to people who haven’t experienced it before. it’s an omnipresent lack of light. 

so it was nighttime and i was almost certainly the last person awake in my house. my mom and sister always were asleep before me, and my parents had separated the summer before my 10th grade year so it was just the three of us at home. i would’ve been in the bedroom i’d had since i was seven. 

(replying to this ask feels weird, because even though i moved out when i was 18, i moved back in with my dad almost two years ago now and my bed is in the exact same place in the exact same room as it was when i was in highschool? it doesn’t feel the same as it did then, everything is better than it was when i was younger, but it’s still so weird to be revisiting this so many years later). 

my bedframe had drawers and storage built in, and i would tuck my computer away in the second drawer down and pull it out once everyone else was asleep so i could go back on the internet. i definitely did that, the night i saw the vday vid. i didn’t have a tumblr yet, then; i just would regularly check a handful of people’s blogs (the only person whose blog i remember looking at specifically is @thelionandthellama ! finding them again in the phandom this year was so wild and incredible for me). 

and like, it was november of 2012. 

the vday video was still on tumblr like.. i watched the vday video on tumblr. it was a different time it was a messy time. i probably saw something mentioning it, maybe this gifset? and i remember it.. didn’t take me long to find the video. the tumblr it was on wasn’t even password protected. i tried watching it again a little bit later, though, and the entire blog was gone. 

anyways. not to sidetrack right when i get to the part where i’m actually talking about the vday vid itself, but you know how there’s a difference between knowing something rationally and knowing something in your bones or in your gut? like, how sometimes you feel the things you know. 

i used to know in my bones that love wasn’t real, romance was 100% of the time inevitably doomed/not real/a lie, and that when people didn’t get divorced it was just because once they stopped being in love they still were friends enough to like, coexist in the same house and life. i knew love wasn’t real i knew it and i knew i was never going to find love and that there was no point. 

i was very sad. my parents’ divorce hit me pretty hard but i knew so many other adults who divorced like i didn’t have a reason in my life to believe that love was real or possible! i knew it was fake.

and then i saw the vday video and i remember sitting against my wall and the world just going still when i watched it. because i was anticipating something big, and i already believed that dnp would be good together-i think that’s the only time in my life i would call myself a shipper? before i knew anything. now i just consider myself a supporter of their relationship and someone who’s  inspired by/a fan of their love.

back to the video, though. i watched it alone in the dark and i didn’t beleive in love and i’m certain i watched it more than once in a row, that first time. i don’t think it was the moral question that it is now. i know there’s people who morally don’t feel like they can watch it or that they want to? and that’s so valid, and things have gotten awfully convoluted at this point in time around the vday video. but back then i was just a kid in the dark looking for something to believe in and i found it.

i think i cried? i probably cried. because like. i watched it and love was real again. love is everything to me the entire world is love it’s the thing i believe in more than anything else and the vday video made love real again. i watched it and then i watched videos of the halloween gathering and i just. i knew love was real again. i knew they’d said it was a prank. i knew that. but i watched the video and i knew it was real. i knew it. and love existed again. 

so, yeah . not to be soppy but dnp literally put my life on the trajectory that lead to me meeting or getting close with everyone i love and consider family and were the start of me figuring out my mental and physical health and what i want to do with my life and i remember sitting in the dark watching the vday video and now i’m in a world filled with light and love and i’m so fucking thankful every single day. this is soppy and long and perhaps not at all what you were looking for but like.

when i watched the vday video i knew it was real and i’m still certain of that and i still cry watching it sometimes. i can’t make eye contact with phil in the video i think watching the vday video is what made me realize how rare it is for phil to actually make eye contact with the camera and it fucks me up . 

ok im done. ty for the ask b it was nice looking back down memory lane

[softboyholland]

so I know you haven’t written for miraculous ladybug for a long time but how do you think a spideychelle au would be like with them. At school Michelle pines over an oblivious Peter but on the streets she finds Spider-Man like every other inconvenience in her life that keeps her away from saving the city. Reluctantly she works w him despite his terrible one-liners. Lots of love xxxxxx :)

i’ve never actually written for miraculous ladybug before, i don’t even watch the show but i know i’ve reblogged a couple of gifsets and fanart of the main ship so maybe that’s where you got that from. anyway, this is a great prompt and i’ll try to write it as best as i can with what you’ve given me!

in a world where new york has two teenage superheroes,

one who climbs walls and shoots webs and pokes fun at the bad guys, and works around queens and calls himself spider-man

another one who’s agile and quick and an expert at hand-to-hand combat, blink and you’ll miss her because she blends right in, one who parades around brooklyn in a halloween cat costume and insists that she’s the patriarchy punisher even though everyone calls her catgirl

they both have secret identities that no one knows of,

and they’re both not exactly fond of each other

who would’ve thought?

michelle jones who has an enormous infatuation with peter parker, hated his alter ego before her crush on him even began

it all started when michelle saw a couple of guys following a girl down the street

so she put on her suit, steeled herself and stopped them from doing whatever they were going to do to her as they cornered her in an alley

she knocked out two guys and was telling the victim, the girl, to run

to get the hell out of there

however, michelle didn’t notice the last crook reaching out for her, almost hungrily

peter, or well, spider-man, did notice 

he swung into the scene with a, “oh no, you don’t!’

he shot a web at the guy’s shoulder and knocked him against the brick wall

catgirl, turned around, “thank you, tarantula, but i had that.”

“actually, it’s-”

“yeah, i know what it is.”

and she climbed onto a nearby roof and snuck away without another word

you could only imagine michelle’s surprise the next morning, when her alter ego had made the front page of the newspapers

there were two pictures; one was of her sneaking into the night, and another was of a handwritten note from spider-man which said ‘this couple of bad guys were following a girl. - from your superheroes, spider-man and catgirl.’

and that was that

because from then on, everyone started calling her catgirl, which she was NOT, she was the patriarchy punisher!

and she would tell them that, but of course, no one listened

back at school though, her classmates, especially the girls, were obsessed with catgirl.

the hype for spider-man had gone down and michelle had smirked at that

even midtown’s resident nerd duo, were gushing over her from across the table in whispers

“could you keep it down, nerds? i’m trying to read here.”

“right, sorry, mj.” 

they were terrified of her and that entertained her 

and well, about her crush on peter parker, she had tried to fight it, she really did

but liz had to go and make her captain and that meant spending more time telling peter to get his grades up and to stop being a flake and that lead to her tutoring peter for english lit every wednesday after school 

and well, feelings

but whatever

she knew that peter wasn’t into her

he had a type and his type was girls like liz, and gwen stacy and well, just Not Her

but they were pretty decent friends, they weren’t as close as she was with ned, or as he was with ned but they were ok

anyway, back to the catgirl vs spider-man dilemma

so anyway, spider-man isn’t really,,,,fond of her because when everyone started calling her catgirl, she started patrolling around queens more

and that meant that peter was always five seconds too late

she would get to the criminals first and smirk at spider-man

so one day, as she was trying out her brand new suit which was basically a skin-tight black suit that made her even more invisible with her regular ol black combat boots

spider-man cornered her

“listen, lady, you gotta stop.”

“stop what?”

spider-man paused but then shook his head, “you’ve been taking all my bad guys.”

“well, that’s what you get for making the whole of new york city call me catgirl!”

“you didn’t tell me your name!”

“but you just had to add me to the note, didn’t ya?”

“ok, i don’t like you as much as i did when i first met you.” spider-man blurts and michelle smirks

she wears makeup under the cat (shut up, it’s not a cat, she’s still figuring it out) mask, so that she’s unnoticable

and spider-man nearly DIES when her red-painted lips smirk

“so, you liked me?”

“that is HARDLY the point here.”

and something about the suit gives her confidence so she steps closer as seductively as she can, “and what is the point, spider-man?”

she’s never called him that before

it’s always taunting and teasing and nicknames and anything BUT spider-man and now he’s frozen

she laughs and leaves him frozen on the rooftop

“men.”

and how ironic is it that the next day in school, peter is the one who leaves her frozen

he catches her staring at him in pe and ned says something stupid to her with a smirk on his face but she isn’t paying attention because her whole mind is screaming “ABORT MISSION” and peter’s holding her gaze and for the first time, she’s the one to look away

OH MY GOD

and she avoids them for the next two days out of embarassment and ned texts her to come over to his house for movie night

and she does, only to find out that the address is actually to peter’s apartment and it’s movie night with peter, ned and mj!

wonderful

of course, halfway through the movie when it all seems like it’s going well, peter flexes more than he should to grab the mug thats in front of her

she looks at ned, who looks like he might burst from holding in his giggles and then peter’s bringing his bicep right up to her face and flexing it

she pushes it away and uses the pillow to cover her eyes, lying down on the couch with her legs in peter’s lap, “you’re never letting me live that down, are you?”

then, peter’s the one to start giggling and michelle thinks she’s never seen something melt her heart so fast so she throws a pillow at peter, her eyes still shut and she says, “i hate you both.”

and peter, ned, and mj become closer and soon, movie nights are a thing and eventually, ned learns that mj’s crush on peter is pretty legit and he tries to wingman as best as he can

meanwhile, mj has gained an unlikely partner during her after school activities

she seems to bump heads with spider-man everytime she’s got a solid crime to go after 

and reluctantly, they learn to work together

and well, he’s not all that bad but he’s so irritatingly c o c k y, and so flirty and he just reminds her of a less charming, more irritating flynn rider

of course, he still has unbelievably lame puns and one-liners that make her want to rip her hair out but her favourite part of it all is watching him get flustered every time she does so much as suggest something flirty or make an innuendo

there was that time when they were in the middle of arguing as they were tying/webbing up the bad guys and he had accidentally webbed her wrist to a wall and she had smirked, “kinky.”

he had gotten flustered but then she threatened to destroy his web shooters with her bare hands if he didnt get her out of them immediately

and that was basically it

she went to school, sat with peter and ned, obsessed a little over peter, corrected mr cobwell whenever his history was wrong, had decathlon practice, rolled her eyes at flash, went home, did her homework, changed into her suit and gone out, flirted with spider-man, threatened spider-man

and that was her whole day

and everything seemed fine until one day ned exclaimed, “i can’t take this anymore! mj, peter has a crush on someone else. like a major crush.”

mj’s whole body had deflated but she pretended like she didn’t care because peter would never actually Like her and she always knew that

“who does he like?”

“he uh, he has a crush on a superhero,”

“ned, you’ve gotta be kidding me.”

“no, but it’s like a serious crush, and he’s met her before because of the stark internship and they know each other pretty well.”

“well,” michelle crossed her arms, “i don’t care.”

“yeah you do.”

“fine, who is it?”

“it’s catgirl.”

and-

and well.

michelle’s first instinct was to correct ned, say that she was actually called the patriarchy punisher.

and then, it hit her.

and oh boy, did it hit her.

because her co-worker, the boy she’s been flirting and teasing and also irritating to no end, was the same boy she was hopelessly crushing on.

[midoriyasbones]

Current WIP tag                                                        

tagged by the BLESSED @belovedsheith <33333

List all the things you’re currently working on in as much or as little detail as you’d like, then tag some friends to see what they’re working on.

This can be writing, art, vids, gifsets, fanwork, or original work!

kjkjjkjkj this is... ok kids this is gonna be wild so hold on to your seats. i do a lot so uhhhhh yeah.

writing

a lot of these are fics from last year (read: when i was an anti so be careful with some of these) and some of them will probably end up archived beyond a summary chapter of what would have happened had i not moved on, but i know others i want to finish <3

posted but unfinished fan fiction:

- brave new world: my train wreck of a klance fic that is STILL sitting unfinished... one day ambrusia, one day... i am really attached to the work itself, i just have trouble continuing it. it was my first fic and what got me into writing after all, so it’ll always be dear to me! this fic is also what gave me confidence to start talking about certain topics <3 i kind of owe my recovery to this fic? i would have never opened up if i hadn’t written brave new world.

- you are my double full: this is a klance all star cheerleading au... i’m so sorry. basically i smashed my two biggest hyperfixations together and out popped yamdf. i really like the premise of it and i already know the story, now i just gotta stumble across the time.

- ex defenders of the universe: i wanted to explore how the paladins would adjust back into life after the war ended... will i ever finish this? idk.

- hocus pocus: VLD AU OFF THE MOVIE THAT’S ALL FOLKS. it was supposed to be released for halloween but after the first chapter i just couldn’t find the motivation to do it.

- an ocean of you: klance + college + aquariums + turtles!! i really want to finish this one day!!

- death to the angel: hey did you know that a/b/o is actually a commentary on feminism? or at least it can be. this is a victorian sheith fic i’m collabing with the wonderful @sugaryshiro! i never thought i’d really write a/b/o even though i do like the domestic bonding side of it, but sometimes you’ve just gotta do it.

unposted fics:

- unsteady: a klance fic about having chronic illness. it’s inspired by my own struggles with crohns disease so it’s KIND OF a vent fic akdjhjaskdfh i just rlly like hospital comfort fics idk why!

- emt au: inspired by my older brother who’s an EMT i came up with this whole thing about the team as EMTs? hunk and lance have almost flipped at least one ambulance, totally on accident though.

- pokemon ranger au: shut the FUCK up i love pokemon ranger so much you have absolutely no idea. whenever im bored i usually go back to this fic to play around in it, but i’m not sure if i’d ever post it beyond a one shot. there’s just... a massive amount of work that’d have to go into it to make sure the world building is good and the adaptation makes sense while also glossing over the typical nonsensical details of pokemon... yeah... it’d be a lot man.

- kerberos flight shatt: i’ve talked about this briefly but i’m sort of planning a slowburn shatt au?? complete with zero gravity dates, mnm competitions, and uno games. im not sure how much i’ll get to BUT i really like it!

- expensive: could there be a fake relationship shance fic in the works? who knows!!

- masquerade: hey, im not saying keitor but... keith and lotor both going undercover at a ball for a mission (obv lotor for himself, keith is with the blade) and they meet each other. they can’t tell who the other is and just begin talking and eventually discover they both have a lot in common...

original writing (i’m a big fan of magic/kids saving the world)

- keeper’s grimm: you have to catch words and stories and stuff like a fuckin hunter... inspired by the quote ‘writing is like reading except the book is trying to kill you the entire time!’

- something about my bnw oc’s: it’s no secret i love vivirdian, imagene, lucivida, oran... everyone... and... i can’t help but feel like i need to give them their own story. it’ll... it’ll be great i can assure you that. it’ll probably be some fantasy au or somethin like that.

- carrying capacity: not sure if yall are aware but the world is about to reach carrying capacity... so uh... im gonna explore that one day

- poetry and stuff: i do write poetry aaaaaa

edits

positive voltron banners!! i have 2 of them done so far! at least 4 more to go!

transparents: i have... a lot of these bare with me

SHE NYOOOOOOOM

a lot of these are for future icons/graphics... so keep an eye out for them!

big projects

if you didn’t know i did these then akdsjfhasdjfhk idrk what to tell ya

@positivevoltron: a project that provides only positive sources and cuts off validation from creators who have openly excluded, threatened, or bullied people within the fandom (including the cast and crew!). the goal is to promote more positive content and mindsets. anyone is welcome to take part as long as they are against harassment!

neurodivergent vld event: idk when im doing this but i am

vld au event: idk when im doing this either but i am

pro ship klance week: keep an eye out for this!! im going to announce it soon, but the event will probably be in july. it’s part of #takebackklance!

kallura week/month: another thing to keep an eye out for! i just need to finish some other stuff first haha... ha...

a zine: it’s my dream to run a zine!! probably a charity one... but idk if i’ll ever get the support for it... we’ll see!

coding

so uhhhh im learning html! my ultimate goal is make a blog theme based on vld... maybe something around the lions first then some characters or ships? idk... but for now i’m just mastering some new skills.

music arranging

i can’t share these bc my musescore has my real name on it WHOOPS

undertale suite - i started arranging an orchestral variation to some songs from undertale (i fell in love with that soundtrack) back in sophomore year! i’ve been working on it on and off for a while now, just whenever i’m feeling up to it. i’m really proud of what i have so far!

unwritten acapella - im part of an acapella group a my school and i’m working on arranging unwritten for us! in my sophomore year i arranged wings and we killed it.

animal crossing new leaf daily themes - i don’t talk about it a lot, but i looooove animal crossing. im trying to put together something for it!

[tottwritesfanfic]

So, I was tagged by @gilrael for the following:

List all the things you’re currently working on in as much or little detail as you’d like, then tag some friends to see what they’re working on.

This can be writing, art, vids, gifsets!

HOO BOY.

Listen, my first reaction was pretty much “I can’t list all the things I’m currently working on. It’s...no one wants to read that whole list. It’s too long. There’s too much.”

I have been called out good and proper, but you know what? This is what the read more button was made for. These won’t be in any particular order, because I really don’t have an “order” in which I work on things? Also, some of these projects are so far on the back-burner that I really can’t say I’m actively working on them, but I never know when inspiration will strike next and divert me from what I should be doing. Essentially, if it makes the list, I think of it in my head as “imma finish this.” 

Buckle up peeps, because we May Be Some Time.

My Epic YA Fantasy Series Featuring Pretty Much Zero Romance. I neglect this series way too much for something I consider my firstborn, but this is my Passion, okay. My very username is derived from the initials of the series title. I’ve been writing and rewriting it for almost two thirds of my life now, and one day when I have something to show for that labour of love, I will be screaming about it from the rooftops. Mark my words. Also I counted this as one but there’s like...at least five novels, and also shitloads of maps and worldbuilding notes, and songs, and I have a boxfile of old pictures drawn by myself or my sister, and progress on three or four conlangs... It’s hard to really convey just how much of this shit there actually is, if I’m honest.

Hope’s Fire My first ever proper fanfic, and also sorely neglected of late. I love this story so much though, and once I push past the block I have for the current chapter I can’t wait to progress with it, because there are fuuuun times ahead.

A Standalone Novel (sucky working title is “The Aspect’s Choice”) Another YA novel, which...actually has a complete draft? Like, start to finish with no skipped scenes or anything like that. There’s magic and shit, and also no romance for the lead, it’s like this is a theme in my works or something (there’s a background romance this time tho, for those of you who like shipping).

A Fantasy Trilogy about paradoxes and multidimensional travel. I’m mentioning this one now even though I’m kinda...not working on it that much, because I’ve borrowed heavily from it for some fanfic projects. The first novel is a fantasy spy thriller, the second is a sort of...ensemble piece about a major disaster at a futuristic interdimensional traffic control place a lot like an airport/train station, and the third one is a journey through space and time on a sorta magic train which explains how the fuck the first two books are actually connected.

A World of Trouble (The Spy AU) Haikyuu fic! I started this for the HQ Brofest last year and it’s really taken off. The plot for this story was shamelessly nicked from the first book in the above trilogy, albeit with some fairly substantial divergences. 

Until We Move On My...actually, daaamn, this was my first HQ fic. I entered this fandom in a fairly definite fashion, with Suga already dead and Oikawa following shortly after - I swear it’ll have a happy ending for them both eventually tho.

Metanoia, Renascent, and Equanimity (the Trinacriform series) I debated listing these separately, to be honest. There’s no denying that Metanoia and Equanimity are higher up on my list of things to work on than Renascent is right now, but all three are still important to me and all three are going to be finished someday. Ultimately they’re here as one because holy shit this list is going to be long enough already.  Rest assured I do actually think of them as three separate entities in my head! 

The Triffid AU (just gonna list these because there are Several and holy shit I’m still so far from the end): Dangers Unseen - First in the series, Karasuno accidentally sleep through the apocalypse. Interview Transcripts - Set a few months after DU; tells all the side-stories I have to skip in DU for pacing reasons. Seijoh arc (current working title of “In Search of Silver” which will almost certainly change) - I haven’t posted any of this yet but it’s hecking angsty. A Bit Like Home - Sequel to Dangers Unseen, set a year or so after. Also hasn’t been posted anywhere yet. At the moment it’s mostly bokuaka stuff but the idea is for it to be a collection of sorta halfway standalone stories.  I have more ideas for this AU than just these, but I haven’t started writing them yet and I’m not GOING to until this list gets shorter.

An Error of Cat-Astrophic Proportions I’m not gonna lie, this basically started out as a stupid halfway-joking crack fic and it got out of control. 

Partner Fic to “The Carpenter’s Gift” I started writing this and got a couple of thousand words in and then basically started over. I’ll get there. Probably not before the following though:

KiyoYachi Soul Animal AU fic Set in the same universe as “The Carpenter’s Gift”, sorta...around the same time?

Another Original Fantasy Trilogy I love my fantasy, okay? The three novels in this series are all technically started, although only two of them have any substance: The Legend and the Lake is a novel about a Great Hero, and how he...actually isn’t as much of a hero as he’s going to be remembered as.  Spells and Fire is about a real fucking hero and her apprentices, and how she absolutely will not be given full credit for all she does (because she’s a bit of an arse) The Lake Guardian’s Child will be a story about a minor goddess who meets a mortal that immediately falls in love with her, and their journey to cure him of that love because he’s actually sorta engaged already.

Not Within This Restless Heart A HQ!! poly soulmate au which will probably piss off a lot of people by teh end, because no one who’s read it seems to have caught on about how complex the poly relationship is actually gonna be.

Digimon Frontier Fic - working title “Loss and Gain” I can’t really explain this one properly. It’s Angst, that’s all.

Best Laid Plans A secret santa fic I need to finish! I have part of the second and final chapter written, but life intervened and I lost my flow. Hoping to get back to it some time in the next week.

Bokuto Koutarou’s Excellent, Totally Foolproof Plan To Save Christmas As above, really (except it’s the final of 3 chapters, and it’s also the sort-of sequel to “An Error of Cat-Astrophic Proportions” ). I want to finish this up soon, so hopefully life will stop being annoying!

Lifetime Achievement Ennotana fic in which Ennoshita is a film director up for a highly prestigious award he’s dreamed of for his whole life...but he has amnesia and it currently means nothing to him.

Travellers AU - Yachi story For the HQ Brofest! Details are hush-hush for now but it’s the same universe as my time travel practical joke fics. Expect similarly ridiculous stuff.

Things We Misplaced Someone accidentally challenged me to write angsty smut which wasn’t hatesex. Smut is not my thing but I’m really stubborn okay, so I’m writing it.

BNHA Bang Fic Details are under wraps for now, but it’s gonna be fun.

A Zine Fic. It’s early days, okay?

Swansong It angst. Also not being posted to this account, for Reasons.

The Digital Fallout AU A ridiculously wide-scope Digimon AU featuring crossover appearances from like, almost all the series. It’s very much on the back burner for now but I still like thinking about it. Someday. Currently comprises of two kinda short fics: “Adventure’s End” and “The Home Frontier” but I’ve planned a LOT further.

Connection Problems This was going to be for the HQBB in 2017 but I got a massive block and had to put it on hold. I’m hoping to revisit it and finish it up by...maybe Halloween.

The Book An original novel I’ve intermittently been working on for a few years now. Essentially the titular book may or may not be sentient, but it is definitely malicious.

First Draft The..um...sequel to my standalone novel, and both my fantasy trilogies. In my defence it started out as a joke and spiralled out of control and now I want to write it for real but I literally have seven novels to finish first. 

...so yeah. That’s more or less all my active (on some level) writing projects. Hopefully I didn’t forget anything! There are a few more which I have ideas for, but I haven’t started them yet and I’m not going to until this shitstorm is a little less overwhelming. I also have costumes for my kids that I’m about to make, but...I’m not going into other creative ventures here because I will literally never finish. Oh, and there’s tagging, too... Huge apologies for dragging you to the end of this hot mess, but I’m calling on @draculasstrawhat and @ahiddenpath along with any other mutuals who didn’t already get tagged (I know I took long enough to do this that a lot of people already did!) No obligations of course, but I love seeing what people are up to!

[accio-ambition]

What's that? Would you like feelings instead of frights this Halloween evening? I can oblige.

No one else is dying in this story. It's the aftermath of the deaths and other stuff that have occurred thus far. I'm not that cruel.

As always, many thanks to @sotheylived, @shipsxahoy, @queen-icicle-fandom, and @captainswanbigbang for all the help and guidance and everything that you've all given me in your special ways. :)

Summary: Bouncing around with her son for the majority of her life, Emma Swan has told herself she’s happy in the city. It’s where the most camera operating jobs are, and that’s how she makes her money. But when an old friend calls her and asks for her help on a new project in small town Maine, Emma finds herself in a place she’s never been with people she doesn’t know filming a profession she knows nothing about. But when the captain of the ship she’s filming begins taking a keen interest in her and her life, she finds herself wondering whether she might just catch something other than fish. Deadliest Catch AU Rating: M Content warning: Character death, some violent situations

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Chapter Twenty-One

The day Killian is discharged, Emma’s there, just as she’s tried to be since the wreck two weeks before. She’s there so often, she ended up calling Zelena and asking for an indefinite leave of absence. It’s not that she couldn’t try and balance the job, Henry, and Killian, but she’d rather devote time to the more important of those matters. And now she understands that, though it might be a difficult habit to break, asking for help from the community is a huge advantage.

(It doesn’t hurt that both she and Killian are staples in Storybrooke. People she doesn’t even know have stopped her in the grocery store or called her to see what they can do to help him out and it’s heartwarming.)

Killian can’t drive, not that he drove much before, but someone’s got to be there to take him home. Henry’s hanging out with the Nolans, helping make at least a week and a half’s worth of meals for his freezer.

(Because that’s what you do in a small town, apparently. Just the night before, Mary Margaret had called her to ask which she’d think Killian would like better, cookies or brownies.)

(She said both, because there was some stupidly sappy place in her mind that said for someone in his condition who’s as sweet as he is, Killian deserves both.)

She and Killian stand at the front nurse’s desk, a cool breeze coming in from the automatic sliding doors behind them and stray snowflakes following.

The nurse reads something off of his file and then looks up at him without a hint of empathy. “You’re going to be on your own, correct?” she asks.

“Aye.” The answer sounds so sad and un-Killian. Emma hears him take a deep breath before he adds, “Just me nowadays.”

With a curt nod, the nurse begins to give him directions, telling him to set alarms to take medications at this time and schedule check ups on that day. Standing beside him, Emma pays attention almost as attentively as she did when Henry got sick for the first time ever.

(He thinks he’s going to be alone for the foreseeable future, but if there’s one thing Emma Swan is, it’s stubborn, and she cares about this man too much for him to believe that he’s the only person he can rely on in this world especially at Christmastime. Not anymore. Not on her watch.)

Handing over a thick pile of forms and instructions, the nurse finishes off her spiel with another nod. Killian quietly thanks her and turns to the exit. Emma follows, digging her keys from out of her bag.

Killian’s still somber, even in the way he walks. Instead of his usual too-proud swagger, his shoulders slump forward and forge the path toward her Bug, parked under the covered entryway. Killian gets in, shoving himself carefully into the passenger’s seat while Emma goes around the front to get in the driver’s side.

He stays silent for the short ride, only picking at the already unraveling bandage on his left wrist and staring at the snow fall. Emma glances at him every once in awhile, just to make sure he’s still there and hasn’t sunk into the old leather of her car.

When she pulls up to the curb outside of the his house, Emma flips the engine off and sits there for a minute, just staring at Killian. She knows she shouldn’t - when people did that to her when she was in bad shape, it just made her angrier - but she really is worried about him. After about a minute or so, she yanks the driver’s door open. Killian does the same, opening the door before reaching behind him to grab his duffel. However, she’s already popped her seat forward and is reaching for it herself.

“I can do it, Swan!” he snaps bitterly.

With a sigh, Emma growls, “I know you can, Jones. I’m just trying to be nice.”

“I’m not an invalid,” he continues. “I only lost one hand. The other one is fully functioning.” Tugging his bag free of the backseat, he storms off with his shit and goes into the house.

Emma sighs heavily, letting the stress in her shoulders roll over her body. Slamming the driver’s door shut, she removes her phone from her back pocket and calls Henry.

“Hold on a second, I have to wash my hands,” her son says by way of greeting. She hears the other end of the line clatter on a counter, the rush of water from a spigot, and then Henry asks, “What’s up, Mom?”

“Before you and David bring the food to Killian, can you run back home and grab my clothes from the top of the dryer? Put them in a bag.” She hesitates before adding, “And bring something Christmassy. Lights, bring some lights.”

Muted voices float through the connection. Henry must be asking David to stop next door before leaving. “Yeah, we can do that,” he answers. “But why?”

Sighing again, Emma juts her hip out and leans against the Bug. “Killian shouldn’t be alone right now.”

“So you’re going to stay with him?” She nods and makes an affirmative noise. “Can I come?” he asks.

“Umm.” Normally, she’d be fine with it. Henry is a great help and distraction for Killian. But with the way he’d snapped at her just now, the mothering instinct in her wants to protect her son from that. “Maybe tomorrow night,” she suggests. “We don’t want to overwhelm him.”

She can practically hear him roll his eyes. “Fine.”

“Don’t use that tone with me.”

“Alright,” he grumbles. In the background, a timer goes off. David’s deep voice says something indistinctly while Henry laughs. “We’ll be over in like a half an hour.”

“Okay. Are you behaving for David?”

“Yes, Mom,” he sighs. “Anything else?”

“No.” Despite the somewhat sour mood she’s recently sunk into, Emma smiles. “Thanks for being such a good kid.”

“I do my best,” Henry replies.

Hanging up, she takes a deep breath and mounts the stairs up to the Jones’ front door. It’s still slightly ajar, as if Killian threw it back but it didn’t catch in the jamb. Emma gently pushes it open and walks in.

There’s crashing in the general direction of the kitchen and she follows the sound quickly. She finds Killian rummaging through the cabinets, almost all of them open and the dishwasher gapping and half empty.

“I don’t need your help, Swan,” he grumbles even though she hasn’t murmured a word.

“I know you don’t,” she relents. Standing in the kitchen entryway, Emma watches as he goes back and forth between the dishwasher, one cup or a bowl in his hand, and the cabinets. It explains why the doors are all open, but the bowls are where the plates are meant to be and there’s a spatula in with the mugs.

When he realizes his mistake, Killian throws the plate he’s holding down on the linoleum. It shatters, thankfully into larger pieces, and he practically dives for it headfirst.

“Killian, stop,” Emma reprimands, grabbing him by the shoulder and yanking him up. “Stop, you’re going to hurt yourself.”

“I can’t stop, Emma!” His face is that of a broken man, in all the ways one might think. His eyes are bloodshot, his five o’clock shadow is well past midnight, and there’s something crazed about the set of his mouth. “If I stop, then it comes back. I need to distract myself because if I don’t, Liam haunts me and I can’t.” He runs a hand through his hair frantically, pacing the kitchen and whirling back toward her when he finds his words. “It’s my fault. He was trying to talk to me about you, told me to get my head straight and apologize, and my temper got the better of me because I knew I was being unreasonable and I jerked the wheel,” he says. “We all went overboard because of me and Liam died because of that.”

Frozen in the middle of the kitchen, broken plate at his feet, Killian stares blankly over her shoulder. And then he breaks, tears streaming down his cheeks, his voice cracking. “I can’t, Emma. I’m sorry for all of it.”

Without a word, Emma approaches and embraces him, holds him in the middle of the kitchen and she feels even more assured of the favor she asked Henry. He buries his face into her shoulder, his arms squeezing her tightly, as if she’s the only thing he’s sure about right now.

“I know, Killian,” she mutters, stroking his hair. “It’s okay to can’t right now.” She pulls back a little bit and takes his chin her hand, forcing him look at her. The blue in his eyes is the saddest hue she’s ever seen, like the cloudless sky in the middle of a drought. “But you will. Liam loved you, no matter what. You know that.”

(If she were braver, she’d tell him she loves him too. Perhaps not as much as his brother, but very nearly.)

She gives him a little smile, her hand coming around to to cup his cheek. “He would want you to move on eventually. He’ll always be watching over you now and you know the last thing he wants to see is for you to be miserable.”

Killian sniffs, wiping the remains of salt and sadness off his cheeks. His blunted arms comes up - he seems intent to keep a hold on her waist - but once more he realizes there’s nothing there to help him, and he reluctantly switches arms.

“Are you sure?” he asks softly. She nods. “‘Cause sometimes he was an insufferable arse.”

Emma chuckles. “I’m well aware,” she answers just as gently. “Sometimes you can be too.”

He snickers, the light in his eyes confirming that her jests and jokes are a different way of accepting his apology. “That’s right, Swan, knock a man while he’s down.”

“My specialty.” She lightly slaps him on the cheek. “I feel like it’s only fair, considering the circumstances.”

Sighing, Killian’s shoulders slump forward. “I am sorry about before,” he apologizes quietly. “It was unnecessary and rude. I just…” He licks his lips. “I didn’t want to think about the Jolly Roger crew without you in it.”

“I should’ve told you I was looking for jobs,” Emma replies. “It wasn’t a matter of not trusting you. You seemed so hopeful that the show would keep going. I didn’t want to ruin that.”

A watery chuckle comes from his mouth and pulls her tighter to him. “Why must you always be so thoughtful, love?” He kisses her cheek. “I’m sorry.”

“Apology accepted. But it doesn’t excuse you for being a dick.”

Confident that he’s alright for now, Emma lets him go. She picks up the few chunks of plate from the ground, throws them in the trash, and starts unloading the dishwasher. In his own time, Killian joins her. He stands guard next to the open dishwasher and hands her a dish at a time, which she places in its proper home.

It’s in these small moments of silence that Emma hazards to inform him of her plan. “Um, so I was thinking I stay here for a couple of nights,” she says, turning around to grab another mug. At his look, she shrugs. “Or at least tonight.”

“Why? What about your lad?”

“Henry’s going to stay with the David and Mary Margaret.”

Killian hums, leaning up against the counter. “It sounds a lot like you’ve invited yourself into my home.”

Emma cocks an eyebrow. “Hasn’t that been your end game for a while?” He shrugs without feeling, eyes looking everywhere but at her. “No one should be alone, Killian, especially at a time like this. I of all people know and understand that.” He still doesn’t say anything. Emma takes a step back toward the front door. “I’ll leave if you want to be alone.”

A moment of quiet settles around them while he contemplates her proposition. She keeps putting dishes away on her own. He comes up next to her and places his hand on her shoulder and drags it down to her hand. He curls his fingers over hers.

“I’d love it if you stayed,” he murmurs, giving her hand a squeeze. “I need someone to make sure there aren’t any monsters beneath the bed.”

Emma laughs. “I knew it. I knew you had to have a flaw.” The dishes put away and the washer closed, she surveys the kitchen. It’s immaculate - the Jones brothers wouldn’t have it any other way - leaving her at a loss of what to do next. “Are you hungry?” she asks. “Do you want me to make you something to eat?”

“Swan.” Eyes wide, she turns around to find Killian staring at her, a smile perking up the corners of his mouth. “I can feed myself.”

Shaking her head, Emma giggles to herself. “Sorry, mom habit.”

“How about I make you something?” he offers instead, pushing off the counter to search the cupboards.

“Killian, you don’t have to.”

“No,” he insists. “You’ve been looking after me for far longer than I want to know and I repay you by being insufferable, as you so delicately pointed out.” He takes hold of her hand in his and squeezes it.  “Let me treat you well.” He looks in fridge, then the pantry. “Well, we’ve got a wide variety of options. Do you want pasta or frozen pizza?”

Emma chooses which one she thinks will be easiest with his one hand. “Pizza sounds great,” she says, settling into his former spot against the counter as he turns the oven on. “I wouldn’t worry too much about the food. I have it on good authority that you’ll have plenty of it in a little bit.”

Almost as if they’ve been summoned, the doorbell rings. Both Killian’s eyebrows raise in confusion. Emma nods toward the door with a grin. “Well, go answer it. Aren’t you a gentleman?”

Cautiously, Killian goes and answers the door, allowing Henry, David, and Mary Margaret in, the latter two weighed down with disposable pans and her son tangled up in twinkle lights and a Santa hat.

“What’s all this?” he asks, following them into the kitchen. Mary Margaret takes charge, directing her husband where to put the pans while she loads them into the freezer.

“We made you food!” Henry declares. “And Christmas cheer!”

Still dressed in her work clothes and running out of room in the freezer, Mary Margaret opens the fridge to see it empty. “Because we knew this was most likely the case.”

David leaves for a second to drop a duffel bag in the entry hall before returning. “Em, your bag is in the hall.”

Emma thanks him and glances at Killian, who seems completely surprised by the turn of events. He looks to Henry, still smiling proudly as he supervises the adults try and fit all the food into storage.

“You know I’ve got some lights of my own, right, lad?” he inquires.

“Yeah, but Mom didn’t know where they were.” Henry finds an outlet and powers up the lights, letting them shine brightly in a ball on the counter. He comes up to Killian and beckons him to bend down. Once he does, Henry places the Santa on his head. “Mom said I could sleep over tomorrow night. Is that okay?”

Killian looks at Emma, who shrugs. “Didn’t want to overwhelm you.”

He sends her a small grin before directing his focus toward her son. “Henry, I would be honored if you slept over tomorrow night.”

Throwing his hands up in the arm, Henry shouts, “Awesome! We can watch movies all night and then we can go find a tree after breakfast!”

For the first time since being cleared for discharge, Killian’s laugh is genuine and might even portray a hint of excitement. “It sounds like a plan, Henry.”

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He puts on a good face, but Emma can read him like a book. As she expected, he’s having a tough time adjusting to the loss of his hand. She’ll watch him in the kitchen from her perch on his couch: reaching for a box of cereal with his left hand only to remember that there isn’t anything at the end to grab the box. He’ll stop mid-action, frown at his stump, and shake his head as the one arm raises and the other lowers. He’ll grab for the remote to change from whatever claymation Christmas special she’s got on to watch Discovery Channel and knock it off the coffee table instead.

At least three times a day, Killian will do something along those lines. He’ll get frustrated and annoyed at himself and run off to his bedroom in a huff. When Henry’s over, he and Emma wait awhile and nose-goes to see who will talk to him this time. When it’s her alone, the task falls to her.

(She says it’s for his own good, Killian really shouldn’t be alone right now, but there’s a bit of selfishness in her actions as well. She’s gotten used to being around him that when they’re not together something is...off.)

He’s usually sulking on the bed, curled up on his side and facing the wall. His bedroom window looks over the water, hundreds of yards away, now a traumatic reminder of what took his brother instead of the calming balm it once was. More often than not, the TV is on, an attempt and failure to provide distraction. She’d tried talking to him the first couple of times, but when she received no response, she fell back on to her trusted ways: actions over words.

Hesitantly, she crawls on the other side of the bed and curls up behind him, spooning him with an arm over his waist. She buries her face in his shirt between his shoulder blades and just lies there, letting the warmth of her breath against his back speak the volumes of words she can’t verbalize.

You’re not alone. I’m here. It’ll be okay in time.

(It all reeks of love, and while Emma most definitely can’t say that, she certainly feels it toward this man, no matter how broken he might think he is.)

It’s when he starts to lay his arm atop hers, his fingers twisting together with hers, that she really starts to believe in her own words. That day, he flips around to face her on the bed and it’s just as momentous, as it is wrought with emotions.

“What are you doing, Swan?” he asks.

She shrugs, looking at their hands between them instead of his eyes. “Procrastinating wrapping presents,” she responds.

That gets a deprecating chuckle out of him. “Don’t you have a job to attend to? A son?”

“Henry’s at school during the day and I…” She hesitates in telling him that she technically quit her job to watch over him. He’ll react poorly, go on about how he doesn’t need a nurse, and this is the first time they’ve actually talked during his episodes. She settles on, “I don’t have to worry about work right now. I’m focused on taking care of you.”

Killian’s head falls forward, pressing his forehead against hers. “Emma, love, if I’ve told you once, I’ve told you a thousand times: I can take care of myself,” he mutters.

“I know, but you don’t have to,” she whispers back, brushing the tip of her nose against his. “Try something new: it’s called trust.” He chuckles once at his own words parroted back. “Trust me, Killian. You’re my person, Killian. For everything. And if I have to guess, it’s true the other way around too.”

Laughing outright, he pokes at her side. “Who’s sounding a little self-obsessed now?” Pulling her closer to his body, Killian rolls onto his back and Emma’s head comes to rest on his chest. For a moment, they lay in silence, Emma listening to his heartbeat and steady breathing. “Did they fire you?” he asks quietly.

“No,” she sighs, relaxing against him. “I was spending more time in your hospital room than at my desk, so I took a leave of absence.” He’s so warm and comfortable that her eyes start to droop. “Even when I was at work, I was worrying about you.”

She must be more exhausted than she thought she was. Her eyelids are much heavier than they were two minutes ago. Her fingers scratch against his chest beneath his shirt and he presses a kiss to the top of her head. “Thank you, Emma,” he murmurs. “For everything.”

(It’s what people do when they’re in love, she thinks.)

“It’s what I’m here for,” she says.

[missielynne]

hello! deckerstar incredible exchanger here! im so excited to start working on your fic (or gifset/art if thats what youd rather!) for you:) i have received your prompts, but i would just like to make sure u are going to get something you will enjoy! so, would you like to see any specific tropes? any au's (based on your vincent price prompt, maybe some thing noir-like)? something directly halloween related, or perhaps something more spooky instead? you ask, i deliver! very excited to hear back:D

I would love reading the Vincent Price prompt, if that’s what you’re planning! When you say  something Noir do you mean like his work in the movie Laura (which would be awesome!). I had originally made the prompt with something halloween/spooky in mind (cause I wasn’t expecting anyone would go anywhere else) but whatever you’re feeling would be great. It’s my stance to give my gifters free rein with the one request that the ending be happy, but with a Vincent Price themed prompt, I totally understand how that particular request might not be able to be met, so just...yeah...go with what you feel and if you have any more questions don’t hesitate to ask. :) Thanks for checking in and I can’t wait to see what you come up with!