#maybe ill finally finish this fic i'm working on

[masochistartt]

i have not stopped bouncing since i found out about s4 yesterday

[jacaerysgf]

Distractions

Summary: Despite how close the two of you are you're sick of waiting around for Jace no matter how much you like him, so you decide you’re going out on a date! but he doesn't like that.

r.q: childhood friends to lovers with modern frat boy Jace and he's like rlly popular and known to go from girl to girl. reader is like really smart and different from Jace so people get surprised when they find out you two are really close. Jace is always dragging you to parties and you’re always at his football games and he gets really protective over you. idek where im going with this 😭 but w smut too, your fics are acc amazing ty for your work 🙏

w.c: 2.5k

c.w: reader has hair (unspecified type, could be a wig wtv), Jace's anger issues, idk what locker rooms look like, cregan <3, fingering (f!receiving), p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it up guys), not proofread (as always)

a.n: I CANT STOP WRITING FOR JACE every request of him i get becomes my priority, literally when i woke up and saw this i had to get to writing it immediately like there’s smth wrong w me, anyways hope you all enjoy <3, this ones probably not my best T_T

Knocking on the door cuts through the music playing out of your speaker while your getting ready. “Come in.” you already know who it is. Your longtime best friend and housemate Jace who comes in with a smile on his face before it turns to shock as he looks you up and down, “woah.”

You finish clamping your necklace around your neck and look at him, “what do you want?” He leans against the door with his arms crossed with an amused look. you ignore how your heart flutters at him and turn away to adjust the dress you currently had on. “i just wanted to tell you im about to head out for the game, its a little odd to get all dressed up for a football game no?” The looks falls from his face as you drop your gaze from his in the mirror and fiddle around with your hair. he says your name breathlessly as he pushes away from the frame and takes a step into the room. You finally lift your head and meet his gaze in the mirror. “I'm not going to the game tonight Jace.”

He flinches as if you had thrown something at him and stutters for a moment his face covered in pure confusion as he brings one of his hands to his neck. “what do you mean you're not coming? you always come! if this is about me eating your leftovers then im sorry i thought you left it for me-” “i have a date.”

There it is. You didn't want to tell him. Hes always been, well a little protective of you, but you mostly blame it on your introverted personality while he's more of a people person. Youve had a crush on him for as long as you can remember but he's never been interested in you not the way you wanted him to be anyways, barely staying single or without a girl on his arm for a second you don't even know the girls names or maybe that's the point. He doesn't bring them around you but you know he's with them when he returns home super late with his hair all messed up. You fear he does it on purpose, he must know you like him and he doesn't bring them around you to make you upset.

You really didn’t want to tell him. You had thought maybe he would have just left for the pregame and just shot you a text and you could have faked some sickness or have pretended to go to sleep early. You walk over to your bed sit down grabbing your shoes to put them on. His silence is off putting. and you don’t dare raise your head to look at him.

“with who?” “This guy from lab, mark.” you finish lacing your shoes and stand up, finally looking at him and noticing the blank look on his face. “Jace-” “I don’t like this. i mean i don’t even know the guy how do we know he’s not some serial killer or something? Mark? Why don’t you just push it off for a couple days, come to the game and ill find out if he’d a good guy-” “I'm going whether you like it or not.” you cut him off. You couldn’t let him stop you from forgetting about him even if it was just for a bit. You grab your purse moving to push past him only for him to grab your arm. “Jace-” “You look beautiful.” The skin where he was holding you burns. You don't say anything as he lets you go and keeps his back turned to you. “text me?”

You try to ignore the pit that forms in your stomach at his sudden change of tone. you want to say something to him, you’re not used to seeing him like this. he would usually be pestering you about how you he asked you out or did you really like him but he was quiet. The sound of a horn outside brings you back to reality and you nod at his back as if he could see you and walk out. Putting on a fake smile as your handed a nice bouquet of flowers from mark, gulping to try and swallow the pit in your stomach.

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“who the hell does this guy think he is?” His fist slams into the wall of lockers he's pacing in front of. All his gear is put on, his helmet is laying on the bench next to cregan who can only watch his best friend act like an idiot with an annoyed face. “Who the hell are you to care? Her boyfriend? No. So you have no say in it.” Jace bites his nails as he ignores the urge to hit the wall once more. “she’s my best friend.” “and? shouldn’t you be happy she’s on a date with this guy. i like mark he’s nice. what you like her or something?”

Jace ignores how is blood boils at the idea of you now sitting in your pretty dress smiling and giggling at some other guy that's not him. that doesn’t mean he likes you…. Jace attempts to come up with an excuse in his head about why he's so upset and why he's always been so upset over you going out with other guys, he usually just tells himself he's all worried about you and then he finds some girl to take you off his mind for the night…. that doesn't mean he likes you.

Cregan watches with a raised brow as Jace has an internal conflict with himself. He expected Jace to turn to him and admit it but all he does is grumble to himself and grab his helmet walking away from him. “I don't like her.” Cregan just shakes his head and picks up his own helmet following after him, “that fucking idiot.”

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Mark is nice. Hes cute. He told you you could order anything you wanted off the menu since he was paying. He pays attention to you when you talk. Hes not Jace. You try your best to not think about him but you can’t help it. You wonder how the game is going, you’ve never missed one of his games. Maybe you pushed it too far and should have scheduled this date for a different day, but you know if you did Jace would have managed to convince you not to go and you would have fallen into the same cycle you always do. You nod your head and hum as mark tells you some story as you phone begins to buzz. You ignore it but it just keeps on buzzing to the point even mark looks concerned. “You can check it i don’t mind, ill use the restroom.”

You let out a hushed thank you as you check you phone to see what looked like a million texts from cregan.

‘hey i know the two of you are like fighting or wtv but you gotta see him asap.’

‘never seen him lose his mind like that’

‘got himself hurt’

‘nothing too bad but he’s bleeding’

‘know he thinks it cost us the game’

‘now he wont talk to any of us not even me’

‘think his head wasn’t in it’

‘know it’s not my place but he likes you so much’

‘losing his fucking mind over you not being here and being on some date’

‘please, for his sake at least try to talk to him, know you’re busy sorry to bother but I'm worried for him’

You stand out of your seat in shock as your heart begins to race. He was hurt? He likes you? Mark hadn’t come back yet so you open your purse and throw down some bills before running out of the restaurant. You sprint your way back to campus where the field was, thankfully living in a college town meant everything being super close by, you cant hear anything other than your own racing heart and the sounds of your feet as they slam on the floor.

You slam the hallway door open and cregan and some other guys look at you in shock. You stand there and take some steps towards cregan barely being able to catch your breath. Cregan stands up and looks at you shocked, “You ran here?” You just nod as you look at him expectantly, “where is he?” He uses his thumb to point behind him to the locker room doors, “Completely alone, everyone's already left.” You nod as the guys wish you good luck and leave.

You just stare at the doors for a moment, clarity finally hitting you as you realize how ridiculous it was you just left your date and ran all the way here. You couldn't just ignore cregans message. Pushing open the door its dead quiet other than the sound of running water. You walk slowly into the room the door closing behind you louder than you expected causing you to wince before you call out his name. He doesn't answer so you walk around the wall to where the showers were and you can see him outlined in the curtain and almost gasp but you cover your mouth to prevent anything from coming out.

“Jace?” His head finally snaps up due to your voice being so close and he looks in your direction, calling out your name softly in question. “I’m here.” “What are you doing here?” He turns off the shower and you turn your back incase he stepped out of the shower. You attempt to suppress the heat and want that fills your body as you imagine him naked before shaking your head, “Cregan texted, i was worried about you.” He just hums. You wish you could see his face but you hear the curtain open and the sound of him stepping out. “What about your date?”

You freeze as you clutch your purse tighter in your hands as you let out a deep breath. “What about it?” Hes suddenly standing so close to you you can feel his breath tickling your back and you gulp. “You’re here and not there, why?” One of his hands slides down your arm to grab your clenched hand as his forehead hits your shoulder, he's takes a deep breath as he awaits your answer. “Does it matter?” You don't want him to ask because you don't want to have to answer him. you don't want to have to admit to yourself you just wanted to be with him and nobody else.

“You wanna know why it matters? Because i was so fucking mad that you weren’t here i threw the fucking game and hit my head. because nobody makes me lose my mind like you do. Needed you here and you weren’t. You were out with some stupid fucking guy and i was so pissed.” He presses a kiss to your shoulder and you try to suppress the whimper that climbs its way up to your throat. “What are you saying Jace?”

His hands move to wrap around your waist and his head moves to your neck, You can feel his wet naked chest soaking the back of your dress and the heat of his breath on your neck “You know what, That i would go find a new girl to fuck because i couldn’t have you, that i think about you all the time because i like you so much, that it makes me sick when i think about you with a guy that's not me.” He begins to suck at your neck and you now do nothing to hold back the moan you let out as his grip moves to your hips pulling you back against him closer. “You mean it?” His hands slide down to the hem of your dress and he slides his hands under it and upwards pulling your dress up to poll around your hips, “of course i do baby, can i touch you?”

You let out a strained please and he pushes your underwear aside to run a finger down your slit letting out a groan, “fuck..” He quickly sticks two fingers into you and you fall back against him, withering under his touch as he moves at a rough pace, clearly very eager to please you and his other hand comes down from your hips to play with your clit. Your knees almost buckle from the amount of pleasure but he keeps you pressed tightly against him curling his fingers.

You swear he has magic powers because as you were right about to cum he pulls out of you and you whimper. He chuckles at your reaction and twists you around to face him, “want you to come around me.” He pulls you into a heated kiss as you two frantically pull off your dress, kicking it to some random corner of the locker room along with your underwear. “I don't have a condom.” You hear him swear and mumble to himself but you cup his cheeks to stop him, “I'm on the pill.” “It’s not the same-” “what are you not clean?” “of course i am-” “Then fuck me Jace.” He looks in your eyes for any signs of hesitation and when he doesn't find any he quickly pushes himself into you.

You feel like you can’t breathe, he pushes you against a nearby wall and feverishly pounds into you as his hands move to play with your tits. Hes talking but you can’t decipher what he’s saying so lost in your own pleasure. “fuck you feel so good fuck.” You tug on his hair and pull him to kiss you, your on the brink of release as the feeling of his thumbs rubbing on your nipples and the combination of the millions of emotions racing around you. You grip on his hair tightly and he groans, “You close?” You nod you head, “Wait for me.” You open your mouth to complain but his hips begin to move faster and his hands move to your hips to slam you closer to match his thrusts. “Want to come together.” His words are slurred as he’s approaching his release. Your hands scratch down his back as he groans in your ear, taking your ear and sucking on it.

“Come.” He breaths in your ear and you do, he hisses as he feels you pulse against him, your fluid completely covering him and he cant help but follow suit. He kisses you running his hands down your arms. As the two of you settle down he makes no move to pull out of you, seeming content within you.

“I'm gonna get a fucking earful from cregan.”

[mistymisfit]

short hurt/comfort blurb

summary: reader is taken as hostage, Red Hodd comes to save her (roughly I'll write a better summary later lol)

wc: 2k

warnings: fem!reader, pre-established relationship ,reader being kidnapped (duh) and drugged, one nasty comment from the intentionally vague bad guy, mentions of blood, lots of violence, guns, etc, etc. (not beta read as always, so ill fix typos tomorrow lol) and non sexual nudity !

a/n: lowkey hate how this turned out, but have this as I'm finishing an actual fic.

You were cold, you have been cold for a while now. You don't know how long it's been or why you were kidnapped to begin with. They've always kept you in the same dark room, there are no windows and no light except for the one that shines through the space between the door and the floor. Your hands were chained in front of you to the floor, and they left some fabric tied around your mouth to keep you from screaming. Not like you had any strength in you to even do anything but hope and pray Jason could find you soon. You discarded the theory of it being human trafficking after the first few hours since they never touched you. In fact, you hadn't even seen the face of your captors. You've only heard faint voices in the distance, just enough to identify their accent but not enough to decipher what they said.

Or that was until you heard an argument right outside the door. One man, who sounded older, was chastising the other. You hear the words "die" and "overdose", but it is hard to keep your focus. Your own thoughts feel slow, having come to the realization way too late that they'd probably drugged you, and that's why your body felt so heavy. Then the door opens, and you have to close your eyes because it feels like the light is burning them. You barely manage to move your head away when some hands grab your shoulders. They sit you on the floor and shake you, and you want to react, but your body's barely able to move on its own.

"Kid? You alive?" One of them asks, and when they get no answer, they resort to shaking you harder. When that doesn't work either, a heavy hand delivers a hard slap to your face.

To that you finally let out a pained grunt, and you blink slowly until you open your eyes. The younger one sighs in relief, and the older says something about their boss killing them if you were dead. That leads you to believe you were there for a reason, maybe they found out you technically work with Red Hood and they're using you to get to him. Or worse, they found out you were dating.  

"That's it, stay awake" He lays you down on the floor again.

"What are we doing this for?" The younger one asks. He looks on edge, shaky with nerves. It may be his first time henching, or so you could guess.

"Dunno, boss told us to keep an eye on her until he needs her"

You're left again in the dark before you can even process what they looked like. And you're slightly grateful for it, at least your head didn't feel like exploding once they shut the door again. It feels like an eternity passes while you're still in that room. So you try to notice all the details you can, there's no traffic noise or any other type of noise for that matter. Once you get used to the dark, you also see the small puddle forming from the leak coming through the ceiling. Then you also try to remember how you got there, you were leaving... someplace, it's all fuzzy. But you do remember the hard blow to your head, and then waking up here.

You guess it must have been a couple of hours, that just felt longer to you, when you hear some commotion outside. Running, and clicking, probably from loading guns. The gunshots came later, and did not stop for long. The noise was incessant, along with yelling and words you couldn't make out. You weakly managed to curl up and cover your ears with your hands. And you stay tense in that position until you hear the creak of the door once more. You don't dare to move even when you hear the footsteps getting closer to you.

"Not a step closer" A man grabs your hair, pulling you up, and pressing the nuzzle of his gun to your temple. It feels hot against your skin, almost burning, so you could only assume it's been fired recently. You finally lay your eyes on Jason, or rather Red Hood, he's covered in blood, and you could swear his eyes were shining red under the hood and domino mask.

"Let her go" He's practically barking, you know he gets like this when he's scared. He starts attacking even when he's backed against a corner. You wouldn't notice, but he immediately recognized your lost gaze and weakened mobility. It was like seeing his mother all over again. And that, along with the red imprint across your face, made him even angrier.

"You sure she only works for you?" He taunts, and before Jason can do anything, he presses the gun harder into you as if daring him to try to make a move. "'cause if I had such a hot piece of ass on my payroll..."

You close your eyes tightly, tears falling from them. You're sure you hear Jason replying, telling him off, but you're too scared to pay attention to anything but the metal on your skin. That is until he uses it to push down the fabric against your mouth, he probably asked you something you didn't listen to.

He laughs, and adds: "Maybe my guys gave her a little too much to keep her calm"

Jason is about to explode with anger, the way he talks about you, and what he's done to you. The way he so easily messed with his people, his territory, and with his partner out of everyone. He'll make sure to make an example out of him for anyone who decides to mess with him in the future. So when the man pulls the trigger, only for a click to come out of his weapon, you let out a sigh in relief. And Jason charges at the guy, dragging him away from you and out of the room to deliver the beat down of his life. Hitting as hard as he could until he made sure the guy would stop breathing, and making it as painful as possible. Then, for good measure, he empties what's left of his magazine on his head and multiple parts of his body. The body's beaten beyond recognition, and now he's got even more blood splattered over him. But him, and everyone who works for him, were now dead, so at least you could rest assured no one could harm you and go unpunished.

He goes back, only to find you curled up once more, and holding your head. You flinch when his hand touches you, but he tries not to take it personally, he reminds you it's him and that you're okay as he unties the black bandanna pulled down on your neck. He removes the muzzle from his face and pulls down the hood when you raise your head to look at him, giving you a reassuring nod.

"Get me out of here" You beg, pulling on your chains. He nods, picking the lock as quick as he can. You cling to him once you're freed, and he notices how despite your effort, your grip is weak. Even when you pull on his clothes to get him close enough to kiss him.

He freezes for a second before tightly holding the back of your head with one hand, the other resting on your back to support you. He shouldn't, he should stop you and tell you to do this when you're in the right head space so he wouldn't feel as if he was taking advantage of you. But being so close to losing you, he can't find the will to tell you no. And he melts into your lips, red smearing both of you now. Violence is rewarded with affection, that's a first for him. You don't seem to care about what he's done to get to you, all that matters is that he did, and now you're with him.

"I'll take you to the ER" He runs his hand up and down your back to soothe you, but you start sobbing into his blood-soaked clothes anyways.

"No, no, please," you shake your head "I just wanna go home"

He agrees with just a nod, picking you up as he tries to shield you from seeing the bloodbath he left on his way to you. If anyone knew how to take care of a person in your state, it'd be him. The gruesome scene and trail of bodies were bound to get him in deep family trouble, but he couldn't seem to care about it. Not when it assured your safety. Once he's made sure you're holding tightly and buckled your helmet right, he speeds to his nearest safe house. Regretting getting there in his bike instead of a car, even if it allowed him to get there faster.

"I know you said home, but I can't risk anyone following-" He rambled while taking off your helmet.

"I get it" You cut him off, trying your best to smile and not look like you were about to throw up.

He's quiet leading you up to the apartment, it's an old building and it looks more or less abandoned. That's probably why he picked it, no nosy neighbors. The place is on the first floor, luckily since it had no elevator. Even though he still carried you up the stairs, and only set you down when you were in the bathroom.

"Right, I'll wait outside " His eyes avoid you as he leaves some clean towels near the shower.

"Wait,"Your voice is meek, almost scared. You stop him from leaving by hooking a finger on one of his belt loops  "stay with me, what if I pass out?"

He nods, helping you pull up your shirt. You look up at him, not uttering a word but willing him to take the mask off. Luckily, he understands your staring and does so, leaving it on the floor next to your discarded clothes. Then he kneels in front of you, pulling your pants down, and you hold onto his shoulders as you step out of them. You mouth a quiet thank you when he looks up to you, right before he leaves a soft kiss on your hip and then on your stomach. His grip on your waist feels desperate, clinging not to let you go ever again.

"I'm okay," You reassure, but when his eyes meet yours again, they're brimmed with tears. You untie the bandages around his forearms, guiding him to take his clothes off too.

Jason's trying really hard not to cry right now, and you know it so when you walk in the the shower you turn your back to him to give him some space. But don't fail to notice how the water running down the drain turns red when he kisses the top of your head and stays close to you. He does a great job of gently cleaning you up, and so do you, washing the blood off him once you do turn around. You don't say anything about it or the bruised knuckles or any other bruise for that matter. He's thankful for that, thankful he didn't lose you or that you haven't opposed his methods. You stay under the warm water for a little longer after you're done, holding on to him and breathing slowly as his hand soothes you by tracing circles on your back.

"Jay?" You look up to him.

"Hm?"

"It's not your fault"

"I know," He replies, and you immediately think liar, you do think it's your fault. But don't have the will to argue with him, yet, so you settle for leaving a kiss on his bicep. "You wanna go to bed now?"

"You'll lay down with me?" He hums in response, closing the faucet behind you.He wraps you in a surprisingly soft and warm towel, then helps you dry off and put on some of the spare clothes he kept there. For the rest of the night, he'd watch you until you get down from whatever they gave you, make sure you don't stop breathing or choke on your own vomit. He'd worry and insist on breaking up tomorrow when you feel better and have the strength to argue and call him an idiot for it, when you are able to think better than him and insist you'd always be safer with him rather than without him.

[lara4eclipze]

›› tan lines and good times

sypnosis -»what was supposed to be a vacation turns into meeting possibly the prettiest girl you've seen in your life

beware -»fluff , small smut scene , kissing , confessing, swearing, pining , mutual liking

talks-» hihi , finally had time to write a long fic!! , I missed writing things like this , hope you like it!! mwaa — released this early for @sixflame438

taglist (open); @ohmyhaely @nyssalvr @vrtualstar @jellaaa @c-yerim @nakylvr @chuugetmesohigh

to be fair you agreed to this — your friends had planned out going to the beach for months and it's finally the day , what you failed to tell them was that you were gonna have to leave earlier due to some complication with your schedule

now trapped inside a van with cruel summer playing in full blast and your friends singing at the top of their lungs

"it's a cruel summer with you" marquise sings along with the speaker as she drives , lexie was busy feeding ezrela some chips and karlee was sleeping

you plug in some earphones and close your eyes , taking in the view outside the vehicle

"are we near yet?" ezrela says as she munches on the chips previously fed to her by lexie

"yep , just wait a bit more" marquise replies steering the wheel

the place was gorgeous , airbnb karlee booked was spacious and had the view of the beach — you got the smallest room since you didn't want to sleep with anyone else

"y/n! let's go!" you hear ezerela call for you , you finish tying up the strings of your swimsuit before wearing a skirt to cover your lower half

"soo what do we think?" you said as you ascend from the stairs , showing your actually not so bad fit

"hot"

"stunning!"

"okay let's stop stalling and get to the beach then!" marquise pipes up , you all walk towards the beach , helping each other apply a good amount of sunscreen

the waves were amazing , the sun wasn't too hot and the place wasn't so crowded — it was truly a gust of cool wind — well obviously you still had work to worry about but that's a problem for tomorrow for now you wanna soak up the sun and get a beautiful tan

"I'm kinda thirsty — I'll buy us a drink , what do you guys want?" you ask the rest of the girls — well actually only karlee and lexie since the rest was already splashing around in the water

"pineapple juice will be good" lexie replies "make it two for me and ezrela" she follows , "ill have strawberry shake and I think emily and marquise will like a fruit punch each" karlee says before you walk to the nearest store

god help me right now — the seller? or maybe owner? honestly it didn't matter she was gorgeous — her long black hair fell perfectly over her shoulders and her face seemed like the best artists in the world sculpted it

"hello?—just those?" she asks before you stop staring at her , "oh uh- yeah just that" you replied cheeks heating up in embarrassment — okay now's the perfect time to channel your inner confidence and ask for her name

maybe not? — wait stop doubting yourself, but at the same time it's not like you'll be staying here for a long time might as well take the risk

you read her name tag , lara , what a beautiful name for someone equally as beautiful

"i love your swimsuit by the way" lara mumbles as she types in your order — your heart was beating out of your chest, you felt flustered to say the least

"thank you , i love your fit too" you replied shyly

you stand to the side as she hands you the receipt and drinks, as you walk away from the store you feel her eyes glued on you — you check the receipt and you saw a small smiley face and phone number scribbled at the bottom

you looked like a child geeking out that she gave you her phone number – as you sat next to your friends they had this suspicious and doubting look on their face

silently telling you to spill what happened, "fine...there was this girl in the store and she was so beautiful, her voice was like honey dripping, her skin glowed and her hair was flowy" on and on you rambled about how perfect lara was

"okay chill out, just give the rest their drinks, besides we need to go back it's getting late" karlee says

in unison all of you nodded before walking back to the airbnb , you were lost in your thoughts thinking about how you could've just bagged the prettiest woman ever

the gorgeous skies were painted in hues of orange and pink as the sun set within the horizon — your mind clear from any thoughts other than relaxing and maybe ms. pretty girl

you lay in bed rethinking the whole encounter — it felt like it was a scene in a very cheesy rom-com, but seeing as how you have been so affected by those simple actions she took maybe it was more than being flustered

your body turns to the side sighing out of frustration, first is why the hell are you catching feelings and why are you suddenly so head over heels for the girl you barely knew

the sun has barely risen when you wake up, the rest of the girls were still asleep — the breeze was fresh and cold yet the skies were this darkish blue

you decided to take a morning jog, to shake off the drowsy state you were in and maybe when you come back the rest wouldve been awake

you lace your shoes and adjust the straps of your tank top to the perfect length before opening the door leading outside of the airbnb — you plug in your earphones and started the jog easily

you passed by a couple of houses and establishments, but most were still closed due to the early hour, you admired how peaceful the place was compared to the city, how clean and quiet it is

you passed by lara's store — it was surprisingly open, offering some breakfast options, you read the sign hung up on the window — the smell of bacons and eggs lured you into going in — tottaly not your girl crush

"hello goodmorning, what can i get you started on?" lara asks as you take a seat on the bar right infront of her, she looks up and immediately recognized you, "hey pretty girl, what brings you back here — in this early hour even" lara joke

"it smelled heavenly in here — and because i was on a morning jog" you replied casually "I'd like some bacon and cheese sandwich and what drink is good?"

lara thinks a bit before writing on the paper she had on hand, "i think you'll like what ever ill serve" lara winks before walking to the kitchen and handing in your order

the desi girl walks to you and sits next to your chair, tying up her hair with some loose strands framing her face — "you haven't texted me yet?, what nervouse?" lara teases

"i got busy what can i say?" you replied — sort of staring at her face, she was perfect literally her eyes was one like a fox or tigers they were sharp yet gave a clear window into her emotions

"take a picture it'll last longer" lara says, grabbing your phone and taking a selfie, "now you have a souvenir, y/n's beach experience featuring lara" lara giggles

"best souvenir, if i do say so myself" you replied, smiling at the now wallpaper of your phone

the conversation flowed freely before you even knew it, it was already 7 am — crowds of people were starting to line up for food outside the store

"hey i wouldn't want to keep you from working' thanks for the food, see you later?" you said to lara — "see you" she softly responds as she helps the customers in, you left a hefty tip and a cute doodle on the check

you breathe out as you sit on the sofa at your airbnb, small beads of sweat dripping from your forehead to your neck — you smile remembering the stupid topics you and lara shared opinions about, you had way more in common than you think

"soo where have you been" lexie asks as she walks and sits near you — it was obvious she had just woken up aswell, "morning jog, and some breakfast" you replied — "at the girl you told us yesterday?" lexie says casting you a side eye

"maybee~" you replied a hint of mischief in your voice — "you're like the gayest girl i know" lexie jokes making you laugh

"hey can you really blame me, she's so beautiful and we have so many things a like" you rant on and on to lexie

well till you looked over, to lexie now sleeping her hoodie hiding her obviously closed eyes, "wow okay supportive queen" you scoff in faux disappointment

later that day you decided to finally text lara's number that she had given you the day before — adding the nickname "lara (maybe my wife)"

y/n: hi lara!, its y/n how are you — are you working rn?? ^^

it took a few minutes before lara responded, in which you pondered whether you should've even texted her

[lara (maybe my wife)] has texted you!

your phone dings in notification, you then opened the text delighted to see laras response

lara (maybe my wife): not really luv, its slow on days like this — earlier there was an morning rush though

y/n: i was wondering maybe later by 11 pm maybe you'd like if we went for a swim and after i treat you to lunch?

lara (maybe my wife): cute way to say you want to have a date — okay then, wear something like you wore yesterday that swimsuit really suited you ;)

you giggle, flustered by her response — fuck butterflies there was a whole zoo in your tummy by this point

y/n: confident, i like that — see you later lara!

you stare at your neatly placed clothing options on the bed — ezrela also looking at the clothes with a critical hint in her eyes, "this white one or this pink one" you hold up the bikini tops matched with a flowy skirt each

"the pink one def'" ezrela pipes up, you wore it, applying light make up on your face a fresh pinkish blush and glitters on your eyelids

"all good, see you guys later" you bid farewell to the group taking a stroll to laras shop — seeing her already dressed in a purple bikini top and a white long skirt, golden jewelries accentuating her wrist and waist line

"hey!" you greet lara as she smiles warmly embracing you, her tropical yet smooth perfume invading your senses

"so let's go? by the way, I love your fit it's so cute" you compliment as you two start walking along the beach — the waves adding a calming sound

"so what brings you here," lara asks, as she pushes back some stray hairs on her face

"a group vacation, me and friends planned this long ago, and we just now get to actually do it" you replied, laying a blanket on the sand to provide you two a comfy place to sit

lara nods along with you, as she hands you a soda, "i know its hot drink some" lara laughs lightheartedly

lara lays down as the sun casts a soft glow on her skin, you admire the woman, admire her confidence that practically oozed out of her being, her passion for the place and everything that makes her lara

"i would love to live here" you mumble staring at the ocean, its blue waves and the people that swam care free in it — "really?" the girl asks

"yeah, it's so calm — not that it matters but all I ever knew was the city, being drowned in work, my breaks were day dreaming about a better life" you replied

"why not move here then, i can help you — i know some people who would gladly help you find a cheap place to rent or buy" lara responds, she sounded genuine

"i can't, work is so frustrating" you grunt, lara sits up and places her hand atop of yours

"how about don't worry about that right now okay? — enjoy the peace you get from here, with me okay?" lara gently reminds you, making your worries fade

"thanks," you hum

lara splashes around in the water, her laughs a balm to your heart — she splashes some on you making you scream as you two chase each other on the shallow end of the water

"come back!" you run after lara toppling over her on the sand, with a soft grunt,

"ouch! — no cheating!" lara says as she tickles you to get you off her

hours passed like seconds, by the time it was 2pm you two mutually agreed to eat at your airbnb — "my friends are there though i hope you dont mind" you say to the woman

"i don't, let's go," lara says hooking her arms with yours, sand rubbing against both your skin

at the airbnb you offer her some clothes and a shower, karlee occasionally spying on you two — and marquise not so subtly taking pictures you know for "keeps sake"

lara looked gorgeous in your shirt, a small part of you swelled with love as she smelled like you because of the shirt, you cook some gyozas and tonkatsu which you two happily shared over some cheesy rom-com

lara soon lays her head on your lap, staring up at you, you pretend not to notice but the beat of your heart says something else — her hands were intertwined with yours

you tried to act like the movie was suddenly so interesting when honestly it wasn't — lara sits beside you suddenly her soft hands placed on your cheeks

"can i?" lara asks, her voice vulnerable as she searched for approval in your eyes, "yes, please" you replied making lara smile and connect both your lips together, her hands drifting to your nape as she deepens the connection

lara moves to your lap, smiling as she continued kissing you only pulling away when you two needed air

"i love you, so much" lara mumbles as your hands wrap around her waist pulling her flush against yours

"i do too, isnt this funny though? we met like a day ago" lara laughs, "what can i say huh, we just clicked" you replied with a little boost of ego

"shut up" lara slaps your shoulders as she blushed

time flew by and suddenly it was night time stars decorated the skies as people slowly drained from the beach

"i think I'll stay the night here" lara mumbles as you two hug laying down, "ill like that" you murmur back placing a quick peck to her head

soon the desi girl was asleep her head buried in your chest, you sigh wondering how did you even bag someone in the span of two days not to mention the woman was perfect

you might just have to move here, "woo!" karlee silently cheers you, as the rest of the girls teased you

you flip them off, laughing at their antics, eventually succumbing to sleep as well, i guesd the sofa was comfier with lara hugging you

[httpzsho]

THE MELTING WALLS | 리키

PAIRINGS. grumpy!riki x sunshine!reader

GENRE. fluff

WARNINGS. none

SYNOPSIS. after riki recovers from his illness, and finishing your project— you expect for him to end all contacts, but to your surprise, maybe you two are more than just project partners.

SHO's NOTE. this is pt3 and the last part of beneath the ice (or part 2 of lovesick) + also I mixed this fic with the request, the one w the fluttershy coded reader!

( read below the cut )

HE LAYS THERE FOR A FEW MINUTES, admiring looking at your sleeping figure. he gets up and off the bed very precisely, in order not to wake you up. he debated on whether to carry you to the bed, but he didn't know if you were a light sleeper or not. he really didn't want to wake you. instead, he grabbed the blanket and placed it gently on you.

he went downstairs, cooking breakfast in his own little world as a way to repay you for taking care of him. flipping the pancakes nicely and set them onto plates with a slice of butter.

he heard the faint footsteps on the stairs as he cooked.

“you slept well?” he asked, you hummed behind him. “how're you feeling?” you replied, still groggy from your sleep. your voice still raspy as you rubbed your eyes.

“mmhm.” you leaned against the counter as he cooked, staring a little too long in his figure with an apron.

“didn't know you cooked,”

“you didn't ask.”

you giggled. he did too. it was.. cute. “you should laugh more often, brings out the life in you.” you mumbled. “what, you think I'm soulless like the others?”

there was a moment of silence. you thought you offended him. “no, ofcourse I don't..” you sighed, “..I don't think you're any of the name they call you,” you mean it. you really do, you just hope he knows that.

he didn't reply. he finished cooking the rest of the pancakes and gestured for you to eat. “thanks for taking care of me.” you looked up at him. he was chewing the food as you did. “no problem,”

even before, you always thought riki already had face. his features were delicate, the moles on his face only adding more appeal. you wondered why he wasn't the talk of the girls.

today was just like 'em, his face purer and even more appealing now bare in front of you.

“is there something on my face?” he questioned, you snapped back and shook your head. “oh, nothing! sorry. the pancakes just taste good,” he acknowledged your compliment, mumbling a quiet thanks.

what the hell was that? you thought to yourself, how'd you zone out? most importantly, how'd you zone out because of him?

later after breakfast, you bid your goodbyes to him and went off to your own apartment.

you opened the door, greeted with your beloved cat. sushi. you pet her fur as she rubs against you, you smile.

you then changed into your comfortable clothes, and relax.

ding—!

RIKI : hey?

CHEOL Y/N : oh, hi riki! what's up? (∩_∩)

RIKI : I'm sorry for missing our working-project day. come to your door.

confused, you walk downstairs to open your door, to you surprise, you see a box filled with food, specifically your favorite—samyang.

CHEOL Y/N : you sent me these? (っ◞‸◟ c)

RIKI : mhm. take it as my apology.

CHEOL Y/N : wait. . . you're warming up to me? rikiii.. (╥﹏╥)

RIKI : don't flatter yourself, it's only because I feel bad and you took care of me.

CHEOL Y/N : if you say so .. (¬◡¬)✧

[ CHEOL Y/N set RIKI's nickname to “ki” ]

riki scoffed, laying down in his bed. “ki”? he thought it was cute weird.

a few weeks had passed, you and riki met from time to time working on your project, and finally after a few days, you passed it.

nervously waiting for an update from your professor.

the class stirred quietly, all occupied on their own things.

“surprisingly, the unexpected duo got the highest grade for your final project,” your teacher announced infront. there's no way that could've been you & riki.

“congratulations, nishimura & cheol for getting a 100 on your project. well done.” your teacher applauded, and you exchanged glance with riki, you smiled, both with surprise & satisfaction.

he smiled back.

oh—that struck you like a lightning. the way his eyes slowly turned tiny, his lips curling into a small grin— everything about his smile made your heart beat faster.

was he this handsome before?

the class ended a few hours later. you went to stroll around campus, but was surprised by a tap on the shoulder.

“hey..” you turned around, seeing riki with a bag slung lazily over his shoulder. “uhm, we did well on the project.. do you want to eat out somewhere?”

you blinked. are you hearing this right? riki? asking you to hangout?

“wait—you're asking me to hang with you? seriously?” you questioned, tilting your head to the side. “well—it's just to celebrate our grade.. but if you want to call it that, then I guess..” his voice trailed off.

“yes, ofcourse! it's our work after all.” you grinned. and he walked, you following behind him. he toom you to a small cafe. he gestured for you to order something.

“one matcha strawberry latte & pistachio croissant please,” you ordered, he told his order right after yours. “and just a cold brew and a plain waffle.” you giggled a little. “a coffee? at this hour?” he chuckled. “hey, no judging.” his tone was low and quiet, but the humour was present. you smiled.

you both sat down on the chair near the windows, the sun lighting your face just right. you sipped on your latte, completely oblivious to his eyes observing you. you took a bite of the croissant, your eyes lighting up immedietly. “mm! it's so yummy,” you lick the pistachio cream that was smudged on your lip. “you want to try?” you handed out the croissant, waiting for him to bite. he gently bit a small part of the croissant. “it's good,”

you smiled. continuing to munch on it. you missed the way he smiled & giggles as you did.

the hangouts didn't stop there. one after the other the meetups got more recent, from “why not” hangouts to “just because“. you didn't even realise that you two were more than project partners.

one thing didn't change, the way his voice was always calm when talking to you, he barely showed his giggles or grin, but one things for certain— the walls he built around himself to keep him alone, was slowly melting because of you.

and maybe the rays of your presence was more than enough to melt the ice surrounding his heart, and you know beneath the ice— he's more than just a soulless, cold, mean jerk.

⩩. ( @stvrriki @nishikio @rikiscupid @callikari )

© work of httpzsho | sho

[peachesofteal]

Here's my 2025 wishlist, including projects I'm currently working on:

Finish Simple Math

Finish Melos

Finish AIV

Start a new COD anthology ( ghoap/fem reader maybe?)

Finish the Horror and the Wild (fae!Simon baby bargain fic)

Finish Saudade (suicidal reader and Simon)

Start an Az anthology (single mom reader)

Finish the Same Deep Water as You (ghoap/female reader terminal illness fic)

Finish both Cosmic Love and Long & Lost (finally wrapping that specific fae au up)

None of this includes one shots, or a potential new long for fic (I have a few ideas rolling around for all the COD guys, ghoap/reader, and Az), and sounds like a lot but I wrote about 300k words in 2024 so I guess we'll see.

This also doesn't take into account what could happen if the Sandman makes it to Netflix in 2025.

[al-the-remix]

TikTok Chef!Buck AU: several sentences sunday (or something like that)

I'm close to finishing the fic I've been working on so I finally felt like I could write a little something based off this headcannon without feeling too guilty about it, lol. 2k of mostly crack, please enjoy.

It all starts when Tommy’s stuck on his couch for a week with a sprained knee. He wishes he could claim it happened doing something heroic–or at the very least badass–but in truth it was the result of letting his ego get the best of him at the squat rack. 

Lucy stops by a few times to keep him company, which really means letting herself in unannounced with her spare key, eating all the leftovers in his fridge, and offering an unsolicited running critique of whatever show he’s watching. Today it was Below Deck reruns. 

“If I ever decide to take a vacation on a boat, tackle me, this shit does not look worth it.”

“You really don’t have to be here you know,” Tommy says, leaning over to grab some chips from the near-empty bag she was cradling before they were all gone. He’d been looking forward to eating those for dinner and feeling sorry for himself. 

Lucy just snorts. “Please, if I wasn’t here you’d already be up to something ill advised. I caught you looking up deck chair patterns earlier, power tools don’t go well with injuries, Tommy, even if it’s only carpentry.”

Well, she had him there. 

At least she had the decency to order them Chinese take out for dinner so he wouldn’t have to Instacart a can of soup or something equally pathetic. 

Before she left she made a grabby hand at him. “Give me your phone.”

“Why?” Tommy asks, already suspicious. 

She met his suspicion with boredom. “Don’t ask stupid questions, just do it.”

Rolling his eyes, he hands it over, giving into her whim, and maybe he should find it a little more unsettling that she already seems to know his password off by heart. 

She clicks around for long enough that Tommy starts getting nervous: what was the last text message he sent? Was it embarrassing? Were all his nudes still in that locked folder? Did she know the password for that too? Just when he was going to start asking questions she tosses his phone back. “Here, this should keep you entertained for a while,” she explains as he scrambles to catch it. “My niece wastes hours of her life on this crap.”

“Such ringing endorsement,” Tomy grumbles, she’s downloaded some kind of video app onto his phone. TikTok. Perfect. He’d heard of that one, apparently it was single handedly ruining a whole generation’s attention span and the Chinese government was using it to spy on the inner lives of teenagers with stupid haircuts and a critical lack of social skills. 

“Are you sure you didn’t just give me some kind of virus?” Tommy asks, clicking around the home page arbitrarily, the UI didn’t make a lick of sense. 

“Har, har. You were always good at picking up new skills, I’m sure you’ll figure this out in no time. I have faith in you,” she says, clapping him hard enough on the shoulder to make him wince. 

He finds his profile page by total mistake. His username reads: benchedcockwrangler.

“How do I change this?” he asks, waving his phone at her as she makes for the door. 

“You don’t,” she says, without looking back. “Don’t stay up on that thing all night, it will ruin your sleep schedule!”

Tommy winces as the front door slams and sighs. He’ll figure out how to change it later. After all, beggars can’t be choosers and three days into his mandatory medical leave he’s already so bored he’s ready to stab his eyes out with hot pokers just to mix it up a bit. 

He scrolls through the app, and based on most of what he sees he finds himself unable to justify its existence in the first place. It feels like every video he watches drags him into a deeper alternate universe where everyone’s wholeheartedly competing for the top of the podium at the Darwin Awards. 

There’s a woman digging tunnels under her apartment that Tommy is positive are not up to code (that’s a call just waiting to happen); and two young ladies mixing cocktails of a concerning hue and variety at random local establishments (not necessarily anything that would warrant a trip to the ER but potentially a health code violation); and what seems like an ungodly number of men hosting podcasts (Tommy is pretty sure that even during his darkest days rotting in the closet he had a better batting average picking up women than any of these bozos.)

Tommy’s eyes start to glaze over as he scrolls past comedians, and political commentators, and people reviewing romance novels, and–how has it already been forty minutes?

He’s about ready to give up and throw his phone across the room and leave it there until Lucy shows up tomorrow and he can make her delete it off his phone, when catchy music, an arm roped with muscle, and a criminally tight shirt sleeve catches his attention. 

It’s some kind of cooking video and his first impression is: how is anyone supposed to understand what’s going on with edits that fast? His second impression is: hot man. Man hot.

Soon his brain is catching up with his eyes, kickstarting like a toddler being exposed to sugar for the first time. 

Cooking might be a generous description for what’s going on here. The man is obviously skilled, but the main focus of the video seems to be how hot he looks in an apron (very) and whether it’s possible to bring half a peach to completion by finger blasting the pit out of it (not like, whether or not you should pre-bake your tart crust to achieve an ideal texture). 

Tommy has to watch it twice just to fully absorb everything that’s going on. He’s making some kind of deconstructed peach crumble topped with an obscene amount of whipped cream and steak with fries that looks fancier than anything Tommy’s ever eaten at a restaurant. 

Half way through the video the man wipes down the worktop shirtless with a cloth sudsy enough to make Tommy’s mouth go instantly dry then suddenly wet enough he’s forced to swallow. 

He clicks through to ChefFirehose’s profile just to, you know, get a better sample size. Tommy’s not above letting himself be manipulated by a man with biceps like melons and a cute smile. 

His profile description reads: LA resident, self-taught, putting out fires and saving lives in my spare time. Just here to give the food the appreciation it deserves. Let me show off for you 😉.

Tommy thinks this guy must be new to town, because living nearly a decade even in a city as sprawling and overcrowded as LA, he doesn’t know how he could miss running into this guy on the job. There was no way he wouldn’t remember a guy this hot even through turnouts, a helmet, and smeared in a thick layer of soot.

He starts working his way back through ChefFirehose’s videos, and some are admittedly a little less chaotic than the rest, but all of them are just tongue-and-cheek enough that Tommy feels confident he’s just one in close to a million people in on a joke and not enabling someone’s very real personality disorder. 

He’s stuck somewhere between disbelief and admiration. He definitely wouldn't have the balls to post this on the internet for everyone to see and so obviously thirst over. He braves the comment section on a few of the videos and it’s just a litany of horned-up men and women trying their best to make ChefFirehose laugh, or get in his pants, or both. He replies to almost all of his comments with either a smirking emoji or acting deliberately oblivious when someone tries to bait him into giving up the bit. Tommy finds him funny and maybe a little more endearing than he should after ten videos. 

Tommy can’t really blame them for trying to shoot their shot so shamelessly. ChefFirehose’s wardrobe consists of polos plastered so tight to his skin that Tommy was mildly concerned about restricted blood circulation, dress shirts buttoned dangerously low, and slacks that wrap snugly around miles of long, toned leg. 

Those weren’t Tommy’s favorite looks though. No, every so often a video would start and he’s be dressed down in soft looking sweatpants, a baseball cap pushed on backwards plastering his auburn curls to his forehead, and a white tank top–or if Tommy was really lucky, no shirt at all (sometimes not even the apron which Tommy had mixed feelings about...), his muscled arms and shoulders on full display. He’s got tattoos decorating his forearms that Tommy can’t quite make out, a collection of fine lines on pale skin like thin ribbons of chocolate drizzled over a crape. 

Those videos are most often breakfast related and ChefFirehose is barefoot in his kitchen, the warm sunlight casting his face in gold. He paints such an enticing tableau it’s all too easy for Tommy’s brain to plop himself right down in that scene, imagination running wild. He can so easily picture what it would be like: in that kitchen, feeling the warm cast of sun on his face and getting to watch built, handsome man make him breakfast with that flirty confidence of his. 

Tommy bookmarks a video of him making an omelet, the way he handles the eggs making Tommy blush like he’s a schoolgirl and not a man pushing forty. He feels less guilty about getting hard over it on the sofa surrounded by takeout containers than he probably should.  

The screen goes suddenly black and Tommy’s faced with his own reflection in the finger smudged screen, chin rolls and all. Fuck. He reaches for his charger. God, his life was depressing at the moment, and apparently he really needs to get laid.

So yeah, by the time his two weeks of recovery are up he’s feeling a little stir crazy in an entirely different way than before. He’s never been more glad to get back to work, put some of this weirdness behind him and get some much needed distance from his phone.

That’s only part of the reason why he doesn’t even think twice when Howie calls him for a favor. A big favor. And that was only the first of many surprises the universe had in store for him, apparently.

Even fully clothed in his LFD uniform Tommy recognises him. Evan. Evan, Evan, Evan, (Tommy repeats over and over in his head until it drowns out every other name Tommy’s assigned him the past few weeks: slutty egg guy, ChefBigDick, totally off limits boyfriend material–just to name a few).

“So you’re the guy who’s gonna fly us into a hurricane.” Evan sounds a little breathless, like maybe he jogged all the way here, and Tommy chalks it up to the high that accompanies stealing government property. “Chim said you were the best pilot he knows and good in a pinch, but I still thought there was no way anyone that good would agree to something this crazy.”

Tommy’s definitely starting to feel a little crazy. Evan’s still shaking his hand. His grip is solid, his fingers long and nimble, surprisingly soft against this palm (he must really lather on the hand lotion) and Tommy can’t stop thinking about all the talented things he knows they can do. 

 “That’s me. Though I’m pretty sure I’m just the only pilot Howie knows who's in town at the moment.” 

“You look good to me–capable, I mean.” Evan gives him a solid smack on the shoulder with his free hand. His mouth does something funny like he's trying to hold back the sheer force of his excitement by his teeth. “Solid.”

His eyes are even bigger and brighter in person, smile softer, even taller than Tommy presumed. Howie’s giving them a weird look from over Evan’s shoulder. The other man with them, Eddie, isn’t paying them any attention, checking out the other helicopters parked on the apron instead, and Tommy forces himself to pull his hand out of Evan’s warm grip. 

Tommy clears his throat. “Good to know. I’ll show you guys the bird we’ll be taking. I've got her all gassed up and ready to go.”

He just met his (internet) celebrity crush and the man of his dreams, and now Tommy was going to get him killed in one of the most spectacular ways imaginable. It seems like they’re all headed for the Darwin Awards this time.

[eatmeandbirthmeagain]

hello! a little fic request I’ve been thinking on, not pressuring you to write it or anything, just wanted to share.

the y/n is a hot tempered foreign princess who got married to Baldwin when they were both children. she’s very energetic, straightforward, man-like in her character, but has to adapt to fit in the court of Jerusalem and also to „suit” her husband’s calm manner and the fact that he’s ill doesn’t help.

she’s unhappy about it; maybe even tears a little during the wedding, but doesn’t let anyone to think she may be vulnerable (mostly because she understand that that can be used against her in the future after Baldwin dies). but over the time she finds herself drawn to Baldwin because, well, unlike her teachers, he lets her study and play chess with him. he cares about her desires and interests. he also respects her, not just like a woman but as a friend, and a clever one. maybe some of her advice on the politics is used by him at some point (which would be absolutely unrealistic, but really, we’re talking historical romance with a leper king here…). a cute detail would be him gifting her a weapon of some sort to protect herself because he knows how she doesn’t like being treated like she’s helpless. bonus points if he says something romantic and or pathos’y about it.

did I write this whole oc story as a multiple chapter fanfiction in my head? yes, I did. am I going to finish it? absolutely no. but I’d love to read your interpretation!

♧ "Princess" - King Baldwin x Reader ♧

♧ Angst ♧

A/N: Hello Anon! So sorry for taking so long to write this, ive had so many requests. I'm not sure if this is what you had in mind but it was my interpretation and I hope you like it! I dont really like how it turned out as your request had so much detail and my writing does that no justice, but I hope its okay ☺️! As always, this is based on the film Kingdom Of Heaven, not the real historical figgures. This is also set pre-film. Enjoy!

TW: Leprosy

At thirteen years old, marriage was the last thing on young y/n’s mind. But yet, here she was. Soon to arrive in the city of Jerusalem, to be wed to a boy she had only ever met a handful of times.

Baldwin the fourth. The leper, who's mother just so happend to be ready to find him a wife at the same time her father was ready to find her a husband.

She sat in silence for the entire journey, this was uncommon for her. She usually always had something interesting to say or something to observe with curiosity. But as per request by her father, from now on she “had to act like a proper lady. No more of this ridiculous 'masculine' behavior”.

“You will be wed to a king y/n” he had told her. “You must stop acting the way you do. No king will be allowed such behavior from his wife”. 

Her attempt to keep to herself for the journey had been successful so far. She remained silent and still. Just as her mother taught her. “Just how a lady should be”. 

As the city came into view, y/n felt tears begin to burn her eyes. She would never again be allowed to explore the wilderness on her fathers land, or read every book she was allowed to have from the library. She surrendered herself to a life of boredom and suppression. 

Once exiting the carriage, she was greeted by the royal officials as well as the king's mother.

“I am so pleased to finally meet you young lady" she greeted her with a smile "you shall make a fine wife for my son” . Y/n thanked her and was ushered off quickly to prepare her for the hour of the wedding.

Y/n held back tears as servants worked busily around the room. Dressing her in beautiful garments, jewelry, and makeup. She was distraught. But she dare not cry. They could not see her so weak.

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The events proceeded and y/n barely even looked at the boy she was marrying. She could not bring herself to make eye contact with the man who would rule her life forever.

They told her to smile. “No man wants to see a lady disappointed on her wedding day” the king's mother had told her before they entered the church.

Baldwin himself was nervous about this day but just enthusiastic. Unlike y/n, he was looking forward to being wed to a young woman. He did not want just a wife to serve him, but a companion too. Someone who he could speak to about all kinds of things. Someone who would love him as much as he loved them. When he saw her, she looked beautiful, but sad. Very sad.

He hoped she was not sad about marrying him. Perhaps his illness deterred her from wanting to even be near him.

But she was still beautiful. She was 14, just like him. He could not take his eyes off her. He had met her a few times before, and she interested him deeply, even though they barely spoke. He more so just watched her play and talk with the other young people from his bedroom chamber window, longing to join them if it was not for his illness.

She played more with the young boys than she did with the girls. Always full of energy and life, always talking and laughing. But now, she looked different. As if the light had been drained from her. 

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When the wedding was over, the young king and queen got acquainted in the boy's chambers. She still seemed very quiet and unsure about his presence.

“Are you alright?” He asked her the second they were alone. “Yes your highness” she replied in a small voice, very different to the excitable tone she used to have. She sighed and lowered herself onto the small couch, turning away from him to look at her hands.

Baldwin thought for a moment, but then remembered that his mother requested he chose a wedding gift to present her after the affairs.

“I have a gift for you,” he said happily, lightening the mood.

He noticed her eyes light up a little at the comment. “You do?”

“Yes, would you like to see it?”

Y/n nodded excitedly, a smile forming on her face for the first time all day. The boy stood and disappeared behind the red, satin curtains that covered the large windows. He returned a few seconds later with something behind his back and a wide smile.

"I had to hide it, so my mother did not see what I chose for you" he explained. This peeked y/n's intrest greatly.

“Alright, close your eyes, '' he told her, the smile still plastered to his face. Y/n shut her eyes with anticipation. When he told her to open her eyes, she was lost for words. In the young king's bandaged hands, he held a shining silver sword with a pale pink ribbon tied around the handle.

Her eyes widened and stared at the sword for a long time before taking it in her hands to admire it. “Do you like it?” he asked, cautiously, hoping he had not offended her.

“Baldwin.. I love it!!” she exclaimed with a grin, jumping to her feet and wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him into a tight hug. The smile returned to his face and he put his arms around her waist.

“Now you can defend yourself my love. No wife of mine will be left vulnerable, even if there are men to protect her. She will defend herself, because she is strong.” His words filled the queen with happiness and hope. Perhaps her father was wrong after all and she could remain as herself. At least in the presence of her husband. 

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From that day on, they were inseparable. Unlike y/n’s tutors and parents, he allowed her access to his entire private library so they could study and read together. He allowed her time to herself, so she could do the things she loved without anybody telling her how to behave.

He quite often went as far as to seek her out for advice on political issues, not allowing her straightforward intelligence to go to waste.

Overtime, y/n became used to her duties as queen, but as much as she learnt to fit the role, she treasured her time alone with Baldwin. He cared about her interests, her desires. He respected her, more than anyone else ever had. They played chess together as well, each game being a delightful battle of the mind.

He saw her as not just a wife, but as a companion and an intelligent one at that. And for this, she would be forever greatful.

[rosedive]

author interview

ty for the tags @veryinnovative & @magswrite <33

how many works do you have on ao3?

so like. 8 on spacexcowgirl, plus one hidden for the jegbigbang. but, I also orphaned a tonnn of fics, and I have another account I forgot the password to, and I think that one had like 3? idk man. final answer 8 on spacexcowgirl.

what's your total ao3 word count?

318,862

your top 5 stories by kudos/likes:

we'll be just fine (even when I lose my mind)

foolish one

skinny-dip inside your mind

mutually assured destruction

where milk and honey flow

do you respond to comments?

I feel like I used to be better at it, but now I have a ton sitting in my inbox and have just forgotten :(

what's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending?

hm. realistically, none of them have been that angsty. I guess we'll be just fine? like it's a happy ending, but it's not exactly the most ideal for them.

what's the fic you've written with the happiest ending?

most of them. like. they're all p happy.

I guess happiest is maybe foolish one? like lightest angst overall, just end up together. I dunno.

do you write crossovers?

no <3

have you ever received hate on a fic?

I don't think so !

do you write smut?

yes <3

have you ever had a fic stolen?

mmmmmm during my x reader days, I had people repost my work without permission on other sites, but like. that's it?

have you ever had a fic translated?

nope

have you ever co-written a fic before?

never one that's been published <3 maggie and I have our abandoned prongsfoot wip & ino and I have like two lines of a social media au. unfortunately I think how sporadic my motivation is doesn't lend well to co-writing

what's your all-time favorite ship?

probably drarry <3 like truly the best ff's I've ever read have been drarry ones

what's a wip that you want to finish but don't think you ever will?

ha ha. ha ha ha. so. right.

all of them?

I just have lost a lot of my motivation for jegulus, and it makes me sad bc I know how all of my wips end, and sometimes when I get drunk or hear a certain song ill be like wow. need to write wmhf/mad RN. need to finish it. and then I never do.

unfortunately, wmhf would still require a lot to finish, and I just don't foresee myself having the motivation to do so. mad is slightly more likely, bc there's rly not much left.

anyone else but you I simply don't even think about it. might even take that one down.

what are your writing strengths?

I feel like I'm good with like communicating characters internal monologue and motivations?? maybe?? like I can really drive home how they're feeling about something or why they're doing something

what are your writing weaknesses?

descriptions <3 I see no images in my head and forget others do so I'm like oops. u guys probably wanna know what the room looks like. or what this guy looks like. I should probably tell u. and then I forget <3

what are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

google translate <3

what's a fandom/ship you haven't written for yet but want to?

I really have lost a lot of motivation for fanfic writing in general, so it hasn't even been on my mind. I have an idea for a stsg fic but im unsure id ever write it. I also have a drarry draft that probably will never see the light of day bc im not confident in it.

what's your favorite fic you've written?

probably my big bang fic? idk. I was rereading that the other day and was like wow. love this. so maybe it's recency bias.

np tags <3 @pissmotif @static-radio-ao3 @drowninginthoughts27 @regscupid @residentrookie

[ccmatta]

please, enlighten me of some more Linda headcanons 👁️👁️ (if you’d like to)

Ok, wow, so... I'm still building her, I don't know if I have that many (edit: I do, lol). I don't even have her last name yet lol. I just started liking her a lot after she ended up having a big role in my m2 longfic. But her real name is Lile (like Lily, but... different lmao). She's still a work in progress and I guess I'll have something more solid after writing more about her. that said, ok, the things I have for now (edit: and I'll put under the cut because it's getting too long lmao):

She's around 1 year older than Matt and Mello.

She's extremelly grounded, practical and knows what she wants. I can quote a scene where Matt asked her why she wore pigtails ("childish hair style" he said) being 16, she was like "I like it" -- and she's like that with pretty much everything. At the same time, she gets excited with silly things, is pretty lively and doesn't care too much about what others think. In my longfic, Matt describes her as something like "she can turn from a grown up to a child in a blink".

Which brings us to the fact that she meddles too much into people's lives. She has that mentality that people are a good source to create things and this makes her want to really get to know people, as if they're the art itself. It's her reason to get closer to Near (as much as she can because that boy is difficult lol), and even Matt (and I think Mello scares her lmao so she doesn't even try). People fascinate her. But that made her be seen as annoying growing up at Wammy's. And that leads us to something i'm not 100% set yet (but maybe 90% xD): all this makes her decide to study neuroaesthetics when she's at/after university.

She had a small crush on Matt for a while. And when she finally got closer to him (after Mello's left), it grew way stronger than she was confortable with.

A little quote that serves as an exemple of how I write her:

Linda: You look awful. Matt: I know. Linda: Want to talk? Matt: Not really. Linda: Okay, I’ll just sit at your desk and draw, then.

And this one from another thing i've just finished, when asked what she'll do after Wammy's:

“Well, following in L’s footsteps? Probably not. Near’s already gearing up for that. And even without–“, she nearly let something slip about Mello again, so she stifled the words before they escaped. “…without Near doing it, I’m just third in line, no chance. I’ll live my life. Go to college. Grow as an artist. There are some research fields I’m pretty interested in.“

Now, backstory that I'm still trying to figure out, so don't take it as a 100% done:

Before Wammy's House, she basically took care of her sick parent (maybe mental illness, maybe physical, who knows). And maybe that's why she's quite centered. She only had one living parent (either mother or father, idk yet), so when they died, the path was like random orphanage -> oh look she's so smart -> watari comes -> she arrives at wammy's. Or something like that. I don't remember how old she was when she appeared in my fic for the first time, maybe 12~13, and I don't think she got there too young either, so maybe around 10~11.

I thiiiiiiiiiink she's from Ireland? asfdhuasofhasoihd

I'm inclined to make her parent having some kind of mental illness because I write Matt pretty depressed after Mello's gone, and she knows how to deal with him.

Now random stuff. I'll repeat myself from the last post: oh she totally listened to Jonas Brothers and McFly. Any boyband, actually. Backstreet Boys? Oh hell yeah. If she could, her room'd be filled with posters. She liked manga too, mainly because of the art style -- and she read shoujo the most. She kinda dated some random guy at Wammy's.

aaaaaaaaand done :D ashdoasidh that's what my version of Linda is becoming. At the moment I'm pretty obsessed about her. I know she's basically an OC but I don't care, I love her and she's canon 😡 And I liked the way I wrote her and Matt interacting. How she grounds him and yet they can be completely silly together. And how she's the oposite of Mello; she's something stable. Something I believe Matt'd need after his boyfriend best friend left. And, by what I've wrote, she brings back something Matt thought he had lost inside him. (yeah, she was made initially to support Matt, but who caaaaaaaareeeesssss)

And the first drawing I made of her, to make my post pretty:

[dayseternal-blog]

Bouncing off that anon ask from a year ago: what rensioe incomplete/abandonned fics that you wished vould have an ending?

In Memory, Katarinahime. Part 13.

This grief is Ongoing, so I’ll never call your work Incomplete.

Two years.

“Serenity Prayer” by katarinahime - Rated M for depictions of domestic violence, substance abuse, and smut, Modern AU, Multi-chapter, Ongoing. When their fairytale endings smash to ugly pieces, Hinata and Naruto help put each other back together.

“(common side effects)” (Naruto’s POV) by katarinahime & “Medicated” (Hinata’s POV) by szajnie - Rated E for smut, substance abuse, mental illness, and depictions of violence, self-harm, and attempted suicide, Crime/Modern AU, Multi-chapter, Ongoing. Naruto and Hinata, in a struggling relationship, must confront the pain inside before they can love each other.

Tragedy like this doesn’t heal. It’s a gaping wound that hardens up as is. It’ll always be there, like an impact crater.

I avoided answering for about 9 months. Wondering how to respond without reopening the scars on my hands. How frustrating and painful that a few of the first stories I think of are--

I made excuses: What is "rensioe?" Did they mean "recent?" Maybe I don't feel like answering. What a silly, unending question. There are a ton of unfinished work, including my own, I'd like to see finished. What if I just listed all my own incomplete work? As like a funny joke? What if someone sees their fic here and feels pressured in a bad way or feels called out? Well, I could word it in a way that won't sound bad. What if I just don't want to answer this? I'll work on another rec list instead.

What if I answer this seriously? (In the end, I must look; it's not nostalgia; the past is not a thing to shy from; it's grief and anger and love.)

Just know that I'll never call her work incomplete.

This grief is ongoing.

It's been two years.

I’m trying to tie them neatly beside the shared memories of mourners. A bouquet of love yous, miss yous, lunch on an afternoon, letters and letters lost, so how do I gather the consumed bits of her melded within me of four years, how do I add them to the vibrant, tragic whole?

For every post and prayer, I pushed out a mouth full of love, blooms pulled out from the roots that I traced along the words I consumed, hoping a story I could tell myself would finally make sense of my grief and love me back.

I walk around the impact, leaving notes notes notes notes

For every note, that's one who will remember, just like how I won't forget the memories others compassionately shared with me.

This is a circular staircase, a dark void at the end of the tunnel that used to echo the pieces we once traded, the Pacific Ocean carrying the waves of her earthquake to my shore, wounds-turned-scars that once stung in salt water, an impact crater,

I'll revisit and take care like it's a grave.

Tell me if it hurts. Tell me if you remember. Is she there if I keep writing, if I keep creating, will you see her, too?

I'm sorry anon, you meant nothing in sending this ask, other than well-meaning curiosity. I’ve asked questions with unintended consequences, unwanted at the start and yet here I am dwelling.

This is what I want, what a place of privilege and opportunity I have to share.

So keep me busy.

Especially for angst.

Especially for Modern AU.

Especially for my favorite writers.

If I keep recommending her fics, if I keep recommending her fics, (repeat), (repeat) eventually will everyone read them?

Eventually will everyone know her? If you read her fics, you knew her in a swallowing, you entered the door, flew off, and I hope you never came back, I hope you read her fics.

I hope you share my lists, I hope you read my fics.

I hope you know me in a swallowing and recognize how I consumed her and called our merging an unbearable addiction, I hope you trace the veins of her in my words, I hope the waves spill over you.

I hope you see that I had known her since we started writing.

“Her death hit in waves. Not a flood, but water lapping steadily at her ankles. You could drown in two inches of water. Maybe grief was the same” - Brit Bennett, from The Vanishing Half

Summarizing months of loss, it's a mess. For 5 stages of grief, let's add a sixth.

Desperation.

I see its undercurrent swelling up my words -

What's the point of all of this if no one's paying attention? Remember her!

You haven't heard of her? Look! Fanfiction can be more, it can be the color of the water.

What's the point if people won't read the ones who inspired me, taught me the value of my words, taught me how to be understood.

"Don't forget."

(A note to drive her character forward, the reason to not give up.)

A prayer for your peace. A prayer that all the lives you touched and all the lives you will continue to reach through your writing returns to you in love. A prayer that everything we couldn’t say and everything we wish we did say returns to you in love. A prayer that everything I’ve written and continue to write returns to you in love.

If I could keep your story going, I would. I'm trying to. At least a couple of people might see my posts or visit my page, and decide to read your fics. Feel moved by your writing and love you, too.

This is ongoing.

Two years without you.

I miss you.

I wish you were alive. I wish you would update. I wish you would come back, I wish you hadn't found your own ending, and I wish I didn't feel selfish for thinking so.

I love you.

[basil-does-arttt]

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That one is a Dante&Lady angst fic :3

The premise of it was that Lady calls Dante late at night because she's having a mental health crisis and wants a distraction before does something drastic... Dante initially ignores the call because he wants to sleep but eventually answers the phone lol.

Here is a short little snippet of it:

"He hadn't even bothered to turn the lights on before sinking down into his chair, fully intent on telling whoever was calling to beat it. Or just to call another time, and that he was currently unavailable or something. He'd rather not drive away potential customers with a half-awake grouchy attitude, he was broke enough as it was.

Placing the reciever over his ear, he takes a breath and tries to sound as awake as physically possible.

"Sorry, we're not open yet-"

"Dante...?"

He didn't expect to hear her voice on the other end, nor did he expect to hear her so...

Desperate.

"Lady?" He sighs, chewing his lip.

She sounded horrible. All choked-up and nasally followed by muffled sniffling. It was very rare that she cried, much less openly like this and over the phone, of all things. Dante felt a mild panic rising up in his chest, mind working in overdrive counting out all the possibilities and differing scenarios that this situation could mean.

Lady doesn't answer him, but he can hear her ragged breaths over the other end. "Are you okay?" He asks softly, leaning forward in his seat.

Another few moments pass before she finally speaks again. Her voice was small, like that of a scared child.

"I'm sorry, i know it's late... C-can you come over? I... I dont want to be alone right now.”

She never invites him to her apartment, at least not for something as simple as idle company. The only times he's ever been really, is when she had caught the flu and needed him to get her groceries that week, or when she'd gotten too drunk in the office and needed to be walked home.

"Hey, its fine.." Dante's free hand fidgets with the hem of his shirt, and he tries to quell the bubbling anxiety forming a lump in his throat. "Sure.. can i ask why?"

Again, she takes a moment before answering, speaking slowly. "ive been thinking too much... i'm afraid ill do something stupid."

Its been sitting there as a wip for months lol :'p

Maybe ill finish it one day

[fayedartmouth]

Binged your work during Christmas and im really thankful for your stories and already excited for your fix it.

S4 pissed me off so much and aside from the obvious reasons I really hated the fact that they used jj’s depression as a way to make him seem “unlikable” idrk why they did that maybe they thought it was in character or maybe to make the viewers think “good riddance” when they kill him off but either way it makes me so much angry because even when they brought john b to “help” him they painted jj as the bad guy and made everyone act annoyed at him until he finally “snapped” out of it - and even when he did it was because he was so done with himself like jj saying shit like “enough of this shit” makes me so uncomfortable and i know the show is trying to showcase alcoholism and self distancing as bad coping mechanisms but it still felt so off because at the end of the day they are still coping mechanisms and nobody validated jj depression or feelings not jj himself not john b when he tried to cheer him up and certainly not kie and any of the other characters.

The season delivered so many bad messages like the typical “child abuse victims don’t get a happy ending” and “suicidal characters ends up dead and sacrifice themselves for the others” and “depression is okay but not until you show its ugly parts” and I don’t think they realize that yes while the viewers are mad because they killed off a fan favorite and ruined the found family vibes but also because there were so many harmful messages in the show.

Anyway it makes me miserable thinking about it but after reading your fixs, scrolling through your tumblr and reading all of your sneak peeks (this makes me sound like a stalker lol i swear im not) i know your fix it gonna give all said points the justice it deserves so i just wanna finish off with saying an early thank you and that im super super excited

I'm glad you found some fics you enjoy! I have had such a hard time with season 4 and finding community while we work through it has been important to me.

I'm wordy, so I'll put a cut here.

I don't know if the writers were actively trying to make us HATE JJ. I'm more of the mindset that they just did a really bad job of writing. I figure Rudy probably did ask to leave and they changed the plot like last minute -- and it showed. The dropped storylines, the way JJ's story built -- to nothing. I mean, almost nothing started to make sense by the end of it, and you can see the architecture of what I think they were originally TRYING to do (with the Genrette curse and Goat Island, and even JJ's rock bottom to being the hero) and most of the bad writing could have been forgiven IF JJ had come out on top.

The fact that the died, though, really just made the whole thing weirdly cruel. Like you said, it reinforced a lot of negative messages, about people who have been through what JJ's been through, and who struggle with depression and suicidal ideation, as he clearly was at the end there. Because even the whole part where he snapped out of it in the finale is painfully obtuse. You can't have a character wishing he were dead -- and then suddenly be fine. It screams mental illness, and you won't ever convince me that JJ didn't die badly depressing -- thinking he deserved it.

And I love the Pogues -- I do -- but the way they were written was just horrific. Their complete lack of regard for JJ was wildly out of character, IMO. The fact that no one even asked how JJ was after everything he went through -- I just have to think is stunningly bad writing and editing. It doesn't make sense otherwise and it doesn't fit with anything else we've seen from this show.

Hence why I don't hold to any of it.

That said, JJ's death still hurts me very much, so I'm looking forward to diving head-first into the fix it now. I'm juggling multiple fic projects at once, but the fix it is at the top of my list. LOL, I currently have five fics sketched out for it -- and just today came up with the possibility of a whole second set of fics that I'm kind of excited about to take the story even further. Essentially, if I can keep myself writing, this could be a very long series of fics.

Feel free to ask anything. I'm super easy and love sharing stuff. That is how I keep myself motivated to write and engaged with fic. The more you talk to me, the more you're probably going to get from me.

[darthfrodophantom]

Heeeey, Darth!! Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💚

Hi Summers! What a great idea! I love this!

Here are the five favorite fics I've written, in no particular order (but maybe a bit of an order):

A Secret Uncovered Summary: When Danny's transformation is caught on tape, Danny has a whole new battle to face, including a press conference, Valerie, and, of course, school. But who is the mysterious ghost who set him up? And how much can he possibly mess up his life? Reason: This has always been my favorite of the pieces I've written. I poured so much love and work into this piece over (many) years. I'm so proud of it. I set out to tell a story of what it would be like if everyone knows (before Everybody Knows AUs became a thing and even before Reality Trip haha) and used it as a vehicle to show so many different reactions. I've had so much fun working on this. (And there may be a cross-post to AO3 very soon!)

Tortured Truth Summary: Danny's parents discover that the ghost boy is half human. Now that they've captured Danny, will he submit to torture and reveal himself, or is the revelation just the beginning of their problems? Reason: I'm starting with my old ones here! This is actually the first fic I ever shared with anyone, and it's also the first fic I've ever finished. While the torture is tame compared to today's standards, I feel like it has a great emotional payout and I enjoyed taking a micro-examination of the family unit's reactions and using Danny's illness as a way to force everyone to confront his powers.

The Red Vengeance Project Summary: With cameras strapped to their foreheads, Paulina and Star venture into the woods to bait the ghostly urban legend to appear in the hopes that Phantom will come save them. It seemed like a good plan in the light of day, but they get more than they ask for in the dark, claustrophobic, and dangerous woods. Reason: This was one of the first DP fics I'd written in a long time. It'd taken a break and just come back to the phandom to write this and another fic for Ectoberhaunt and I loved it. It brought me back to why I loved writing for this phandom in the first place. I picked this one over my actual first fic since coming back because I enjoyed writing this one more. I loved playing around with the different POV and I felt like it resulted in a really cool effect.

Micro-Unmasking Summary: Great timing prevented Danny’s secret from being revealed to Dash during their shared experience with the Fenton Crammer. But what would happen if his timing had been just a little off and Dash saw more than Danny wanted? Reason: This one's had a special place in my heart for awhile. I started it in 2009 and finally finished it in 2022! It was also just a fun topic that I enjoyed reading. I felt like I got to be a little witty in this one and I just really enjoyed writing it.

Prove That You Deserve the Answer Summary: After an argument with Jazz leaves Maddie feeling insecure about her role as a mother, she wishes she could understand her children better. She soon learns the dangers of making wishes around ghosts when she switches places with Jazz. But when this body swap allows her the opportunity to really talk with Danny, she realizes that maybe she can use this to finally see what's really going on with her son, and maybe find some way to fix their relationship in the process. Reason: I am so proud of this one. I sought out to finish a longer fic and I actually did it! I really pushed myself on this one, and I feel like it really paid off. I feel like the internal thoughts and monologues were so fun to explore and I loved writing from Maddie's POV.

And there are my five! This was a fun dive into my past works and really took some thought as to why they became some of my favorites.

Because this is a great idea, I'm gonna do some tagging! Maybe we can come up with a great list of reading recommendations from it by the end! I'm going to tag: @summerssixecho (you're not escaping your own idea lol), @underforeversgrace, @murphy-kitt, @nickelodeonstudios, and @lexosaurus

[teamdilf]

AO3 Q&A

Tagged by @omniblades-and-stars - thanks!

Tagging: @ariannaserissa, @davenswitcher, @gefionne

You can find me here!

How many works do you have on AO3?

202

(I have no idea why the text is this big but Tumblr formatting, go home, you're drunk.)

What's your total word count?

3,913,208

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

1. Come Back Alive - Shepard/Garrus - Mass Effect.

Set during the last weeks of the Reaper War and then the first 15ish years following the war as Shepard and Garrus build their life together in retirement.

2. Cerberus HR Presents: Sexual Harassment in the Workplace - a Miranda Lawson Seminar - Shepard/Garrus - Mass Effect.

After an incident perpetuated by an unnamed crew member (Kenneth; we all know it’s Kenneth), Cerberus HR, in a bid to protect crew safety and morale, forces Miranda to put on a sexual harassment seminar.

The crew, of course, acts in an entirely mature fashion and there are absolutely no shenanigans whatsoever.

3. Rook, No. - Rook & Solas and Lavellan/Solas - Dragon Age.

As roommates of a very specific sort, Rook learns quickly that the actual disaster of an ancient god sharing space with her is easy to annoy. Better: annoying him is actually really fun. Not Veilguard-compliant but speculative based on the preview content released.

4. In Search of a Sniper - Shepard/Garrus - Mass Effect.

With Zaeed not cutting it on the sniper front, Shepard insists they go after Archangel - at least until Cerberus can track down Garrus.

Now in Archangel’s hideout, she receives the surprise of a lifetime…

5. Krogan Observations on Human-Turian Relations - Shepard/Garrus - Mass Effect.

Wrex doesn’t particularly like the turian, but watching him moon over Commander Shepard is a particular source of amusement for Wrex. Maybe he’ll even grow to like the pup.

Wrex’s POV on the relationship between Shepard and Garrus.

Do you respond to comments? Why/Why not?

I do! I always love to read what people think about my work.

What's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending?

How We Met - the story of how Castis met his wife, Cecilia. It gets into her terminal illness and the last chapter is such a damned gut punch that left me distraught as I wrote it.

What's the fic you've written with the happiest ending?

I write a lot of happy endings but I'll go with a recent fic of mine - A Melody in a Forest. It's set three years post-Veilguard and does contain ending spoilers.

I picked it specifically because I waited a long time for the ending to Iris and Solas' story and being able to give them their happiness - canonically, brought me a lot of joy as I was writing it.

Do you write crossovers?

I've written one - a BG3/Dragon age crossover called Glowing Glass.

Oh, and a Barbenheimer fic too, I suppose, which was a short little thing I wrote to cheer myself up in the summer of 2023

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

I have. Please don't do this - it's such a cruel thing to do, and I recall posting a chapter I'd worked so very hard on, that I was extremely proud of, and receiving an unkind comment that made me bawl my eyes out. It was a real kick to the confidence and I happened to be on vacation at the time, so it spoiled what should have been a relaxing long weekend.

Do you write smut?

Occasionally but not especially often. I'm not a confident smut writer so it's always a little nerve-wracking to post it.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No and I don't think I ever would.

What's your all time favorite ship?

I have a lot of ships I'm fond of but Lavellan/Solas is the one I've been drawn to for years so I've got to give it to them. I came and went from the fandom but they always remained in my heart.

What's a WIP that you want to finish don't think you ever will?

It's unposted but I've got one or two chapters left of a Shepard/Adrien Victus fic that I'd like to finish one day but I'm not sure I ever will.

I also have a fic that looks at the final year of Adrien Victus' life, and his daughter, Aurelia, working to write/draw a graphic novel based on her father's life. I've written about 10,000 words and it's just so damned sad and tough to make progress on. I don't know if I have it in me to finish it.

What are your writing strengths?

Dialogue and character voice, but also comedy. I write some very good comedy!

What are your writing weaknesses?

Action scenes - so much so that when I was writing Blume, I very nearly cut the action scene that wound up being the climax of the fic because I was so sure I wouldn't do the scene justice. I'm proud of how it came out and a lot of stress and tears went into that chapter.

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

I've done it in a very limited manner, but generally prefer to just indicate that they're speaking another language rather than trying to write dialogue in another language.

What's the first fandom you wrote for?

I posted a Lost fic as a teenager but the first fanfic I ever wrote was for Pirates of the Caribbean. I have it hidden in a notebook somewhere!

What's a fandom/ship you haven't written for yet, but want to?

I have an idea for a de Riva Rook/Lucanis one shot that I may write someday.

What's your favorite fic you've ever written?

Cerberus HR Presents: Sexual Harassment in the Workplace - a Miranda Lawson Seminar might be the one I'm most proud of, if only because I can re-read it and find myself laughing at my own jokes.

The Wolf's Flower - It's now firmly an AU, but I was proud of how I took all of the hints/preview material we'd received and wrote about how Iris and Solas found one another again, and the consequences of Solas' actions after he was found and stopped. I wrote this back when I was unsure we'd ever get an ending to Lavellan and Solas' story so I found a lot of comfort in finding an ending of my own that satisfied me.

[wordsarelife]

—gold rush

pairing: quill kipps x gn!reader

summary: loving quill kipps feels like a gold rush

warnings: none

note: SURPRISE SURPRISE!! posting three fics in a day must be a new record! you could say i'm in my active era 😇

one of his hands was gliding through his hair and it fell into place effortlessly. you almost lost your mind at it. he put the sword back into it's holder with his other hand, looking around the house to see if his help was still needed somewhere. then he noticed you and came over.

"hello, love" he smiled brightly, before he kissed you

"are you finished?"

quill nodded happily, interlacing your fingers and following you away from the scene. leaving everyone else behind.

you made your way to arif's next. sitting down in your favorite booth and odering your favorite donuts, laughing, talking.

you could feel the eyes of some of the costumers, watching you and your boyfriend lovingly. they would smile when you did and gush when he kissed your hand or made you blush.

one lady even complimented the two of you directly, after quill had left the last donut for you.

he had brought some uno cards, because it was your favorite card game and you won against him three times, while enjoying your hot chocolate.

"i love winter" quill was watching the snow fall from the window, while you were shuffling the cards for another round

"yeah?" you laughed, always excited to find out something new about him. it was amazing to have known a person for such a long time and still finding out new things about them. "but you hate the cold"

he shrugged his shoulder, taking his eyes off the window and back to you "doesn't matter. i still love winter"

"that's such a contrary belief, darling"

"i know" he smiled "that's what makes me interesting"

"you can't love and hate the cold at the same time" you giggled "that's not how it works"

"can i tell you a secret?" he motioned for you to lean forward on the table, coming closer as well and then muttering softly into your ear "i don't care"

you laughed again. the sensation of his breath tickling your neck.

"okay" you handed him his cards "guess i have to accept that"

after you had won once again, or maybe he had lost on purpose, you couldn't tell, the two of you left arif's. saying goodbye to the guests that had not stopped smiling since the two of you had arrived.

he walked you home. the snow was falling even thicker than before. you felt yourself starting to love winter as well. just because he did. just because you loved everything he did.

"what do you like most about winter?" you asked

"how quiet it gets" quill smiled, waving his hand through the air, trying to catch snowflakes. "it's almost peaceful"

you watched him lovingly. he looked like a little boy again. you wondered why everything he did and said always seemed so magical to you. almost like he was special, different to everyone you had ever met.

almost like he wasn't real. right out of a fairytale or some old folklore.

"i like snow" you said softly when he showed you one of the snowflakes he had caught, before it turned into water from the warmth of his hand.

"i like you" quill kissed your temple. "even more than i like winter"

"that seems exaggerated" you rolled your eyes

"it isn't" quill assured honestly. his eyes were shining through, standing out from the white snow all around you and you wanted to cry. "you're my favorite"

"you're my favorite, too"

he squeezed your hand, while the both of you fell into comfortable silence. you stopped in front of your house and he tilted his head, so his face met the falling snow.

"you will get ill" you reminded

he shrugged his shoulders, quickly kissing your lips

"you're so cold" you giggled, trying to escape his arms.

"but you're warm" he argued laughing at the way you were trying to get away from him without a chance.

finally, you gave up, just letting him hold you and looking into his eyes. one of his hands went into his hair again and it fell into place effortlessly.

"stop staring" you looked to your side, confused where the voice had come from. "he's gonna notice!" there it was again. "y/n!" lucy called louder now and you tore your eyes away from quill to look at her.

"huh?" you questioned. lucy was standing next to you, looking in the same direction you had a second ago. quill was busy fixing his sword and looking if he was still needed.

there was no snow around you. it wasn't even winter.

"you really have to stop doing that" lucy said serious "he's way too old for you as well"

"you're right" you smiled sadly, following her back to where george and lockwood were waiting.

your eyes fell onto quill one last time. he noticed you looking and raised his arm, waving at you while he smiled. you waved back, all while asking yourself what it must be like to grow up that beautiful.

you would never get an answer to that.