#stop thinking of new fic ideas challenge failed

[in-my-loki-feels]

I can't stop thinking about pairing this guy:

with this guy:

Just something about the absolute goofball energy of the first, running into the megalomaniac energy of the second. I feel like President Loki would be all "I am here to rule and nothing's going to stop me!" and the Mobius variant would be confused but on board and also distracted by a dish on another table: "Oh yeah? Cool, cool, tell me more. Hey, are you going to eat that?"

ETA: I ended up writing a short thing for this idea. Adding a link here in case the one in the reblogs isn't obvious.

There is now a 4+1 expanded version up on AO3!

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.:･˚₊ let's get out of here

pairings: theo x fem!reader ft. intak, and chaeryeong and ryujin of itzy

synopsis: with parties not bring your forte, trying to find a way out unexpectedly leads to meeting someone new.

word count: 1.5k

warnings: mild swearing, poor attempts at humour, alcohol consumption

a/n: ahhhh! first written oneshot and it's for theo!! hope you guys enjoy, this honestly took me a while cause although i have the plot in my head im just too lazy to actually write it lol, but worry not as i am working on future fics and ideas ৻( •̀ ᗜ •́ ৻)

Bodies. Alcohol. Sweat. More bodies. More alcohol. More sweat.

"Gross," you thought. "Clearly, parties aren’t my forte." 

You walk over to the crowd, searching for your friends, Chaeryeong and Ryujin. After what feels like being pushed over 20 times, you reach your friends.

“You guys, I think I'm going to head home." You fan yourself, acting as if you feel faint, “feeling kind of lightheaded.”

Chaeryeong turns to you, pushing you to a more quiet area. "Are you ok? It's pretty late right now. Why don't you take a nap upstairs in Intak's room? He said that none of his roommates are here right now. That way, we can go home together."

You nod your head in agreement. "Ryujin was my ride home anyway." You glance back at her, seeing her drunkenly dance around "that is if she's sober enough."

"Which way is Intak's bedroom? I don't want any of his roommates to find some random girl sleeping in their bed." 

"It's the second room on the left."

"OK, wake me up when you guys are done."

"Rest well," Chaeryeong says as you watch her head back to the rest of your friends on the dance floor.

Going upstairs was much more of a challenge than you expected. With people's bodies on top of one another and smoke fumes going through your face, it just wasn't a fun time. Nevertheless, once you make it to the top, you may or may not have forgotten which room to go to.

"Second door, second door, something. Was it left? Was it right? I have a 50% chance here. Left or right?" You looked both ways, still pondering. "Just gonna go with the right-hand rule."

You walk into the room, “Oh shit- oh, I’m sorry. I guess it was the left door." Forgetting that you were still standing there, you make eye contact with the man in front of you. “Thought this was Intak’s room. Sorry to bother you,” you say as you scratch the nape of your neck.

As he stares at you, he fails to remember that he hasn't responded to you yet. Clearing his throat, his voice begins, “uh- no, no, it’s fine. My fault for forgetting to tell Intak that I came back.”

As the air begins to get more and more awkward, you walk backwards towards the exit of the room. "Well, I'm just gonna head to Intak’s room,” you point behind you.

You turn around halfway before hearing the boy say, "Hey! you wanna head out?” Stopping in your tracks, you question him, “What?”

“Let’s get out of here,” he states more boldly. 

You turn around, eyeing him from outside of the room. “I don’t think that would be the best idea, considering we don’t even know one another.” 

He shrugs. “I mean, I'm sure you have nothing better to do. I'm assuming you came up here to get away from all the madness downstairs.” 

You stare at him with a blank expression. “That was just an idea, you don't have to. You can just head to Intak's room,” he says, panicking while moving his hands around. 

As you hesitantly walk back into his room, you inspect every single corner. Seeing posters and vinyls of rock bands like AC/DC and Queen, with little trinkets scattered around his room. Spotting an electric guitar in the corner of his room, you point towards it, “You play?” 

The boy turns to where you point, and he nods, “Yeah, I dabble. Been practicing Until I Found You on it.” 

You turn back to him, finally making your decision, putting your hand out for him to shake. “I'm YN.”  

He grabs your hand to shake and smiles, “Theo.” 

You smile back at him, “Let's get out of here.”

The two of you guys go out on a journey towards the convenience store. As you walked, you expected a somewhat awkward silence but were met with Theo giving his ear buds to you, “just for us to listen to.”

The familiar tune of Beth by KISS surrounds you. Theo says, “I'm just going on a whim that you may like rock songs.” He turns to you, “Don't think that I didn't see you eyeing my AC/DC vinyl.” 

“I will say your vinyl collection is very impressive," you reply. 

Thankful for the music in your ears, the rest of the walk to the convenience store went by smoothly. Small talk and hearty laughs were exchanged, and with the cool breeze passing by, both of you were completely unaware of the butterflies gradually forming in your stomachs. 

Reaching the convenience store, you head straight to the instant food. Grabbing some Neoguri ramen as well as some instant spicy rice cakes, your drink of choice is some good old-fashioned milk tea. 

Walking back to Theo, he shows you his items. Some jelly, strawberry milk, and honey butter chips. He looks down at what you’ve grabbed and asks, “Was the party food really that bad?”

You sighed, “If there even was food, all I saw was alcohol." You looked back in thought, "although I think I did see a bowl of something in the living room.”

After paying for your snacks, the both of you head to a nearby park to hang out.

Sitting down together on a bench and munching on your snack, the night passes by in a blur. Long conversations were held with your guys’ laughter, which could be heard from a mile away. Interests were exchanged, heavy on the topics of interest you both shared.

Finding a similar interest in Harry Potter, questions were being asked back and forth, “Ok, but no, which Harry Potter movie is the best one though?” Theo asks. “Definitely Prisoner of Azkaban, it’s also the best book, and no one could tell me otherwise,” you replied.

Finding out about Theo’s admiration for Emma Watson, you couldn’t help but tease him, “You know, if you dye your hair ginger, you might pass for a Weasley," you say, laughing as he glared at you.

Not knowing the time at all, and with the party long forgotten, your phone blows up with notifications. “I’m going to assume those are my friends." You check the time and realize that you guys have been out for nearly two hours. 

“Holy shit, yeah, we should probably head back. Intak might think I kidnapped you or something.” Theo says as he grabs all the trash.

Arriving back at the house, people can be seen leaving as they're helping their tipsy friends, with some people looking like they're going to stay back for a little bit longer. You spot your friends, looking worried, on the porch with Intak.  

They spot you, putting up their hands to wave at you. As you wave back at them, you turn back to Theo, “guess this is me. It was really fun hanging out with you tonight. Although I was a bit skeptical at first.” 

Theo puts his hand to his chest, “wow that hurt!” feigning a pained expression. 

“Hey, for all I know, you could've just come into this open party and acted like you were Intak’s friend, just to kidnap someone.” 

“Ok, that’s impossible. You saw all my pictures in my room, which happen to have Intak in them," he replies back. 

“Hey, you never know. That could all have been a front that you've planned for months.” 

“Really, YN? Maybe you need to lay off the true crime documentaries for a while.” 

Not really knowing how to leave one another, you both speak at the same time.

“I think my fri-” 

“We should prob-”

 Theo speaks first, “We should probably head inside. Are you staying over?” 

You shake your head. “Nope, class tomorrow, plus I'm pretty sure Ryujin might collapse any time now,” you say as you glance at your friends, who are now heading over. 

“YNNIE!” Ryujin screams, “i missed yuh sooooo muschhhh,” she slurred as she tackled you into a hug. “I was dancing all on the floor thing an YOU were out with a man. like whyyyy? ah we not enuf fir you?” 

You lift her up, putting your arms around her to support her weight. “Okay, now I think it's time for you to head into the car.”. 

You glance back at Theo, “hopefully I’ll see you around?” 

He nods and smiles. “Yeah, I’d like that.” 

As you watch Theo head back to his house, Chaeryeong nudges you with her elbow. “Soo, what’d you guys do?” she teases. 

“Definitely not whatever you’re thinking, that's for sure. C'mon, help me put Ryujin in the car.” 

"Oh, come one, give me the details,” she whines. You shake your head. “Maybe tomorrow morning, when you guys are both sober.” 

“Pinky promise?” 

“Pinky promise.”

As Theo walks towards the house, Intak comes into view with his dopey smile. 

“Stop looking at me like that.” 

“Like what?” Intak replies.

“Like that," Theo waves his hands, “like you’re all knowing or whatever.” 

Intak puts his hands up in surrender. "Look, I'm just saying it seems like you and YN hit it off,” he smiles again, “plus I know she’s single.” He wiggles his eyebrows. 

"Oh, shut up!”

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What To Expect | Part Eight: Homecoming

Summary: one by one, each baby comes home to their forever family

Warnings: lots of postpartum medical talk, post-C-Section care, NICU talk, surgery recovery, Postpartum depression mentioned, hard time dealing with separation while babies in NICU. lots of crying, happy ending

A/N: after over a year i'm finially finishing this fic!! hope you all like it

Word Count: 3.7k

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It’s weird being sad on Christmas, but she was. 

Then she was sad on New Year's Eve, wishing she was kissing each baby's head as the clock struck 12… but visiting hours ended at 10 so the parents could try to get some sleep before the next visit at 8am. And she didn’t even sleep! She pumped and cried on and off until she passed out for a few hours, only to wake up and be allowed back in the hospital to do it all over again. And again. And again. 

It’s been 6 weeks now. 42 days. It felt never-ending.

Her mom was still visiting and was supposed to be sleeping in the guest room, but her mom could hear Y/N sniffle through the wall while she cried in the baby room. She thought she would let Spencer get some sleep for once and went to their kid's room to fold clothes and organize for the next few days. She brings a change of clothes for the bigger two, Wren is still too small to fit in anything, and she loves dressing them because it’s another thing she can do. That makes 4 things. She feeds them, she changes them and she dresses them, she holds them. Everything else was done by nurses and tubes and machines… 

Until today. In just a few hours, god willing, Axel would complete his 24 hours of bottle feeds and he’d be able to come home. Esmay is just a few days away from attempting the same challenge and then Wren… she was going to need at least another 3 weeks. She just started to gain weight, and she’s still not taking the bottle or the nipple when Y/N attempts it. 

It's breaking her heart to separate them, as much as she loves the idea of having Axel home… They slept better when they were close, they held hands when she held them at the same time, they stopped crying when the other was close… they had a bond she would never understand and now she had to separate them. It’s so sad to think about that she can’t stop crying as she searches the drawers for something cute for tomorrow. 

Her mom walked into the room quietly with a soft smile plastered on her face, she didn’t know what she was walking into, “Hey, sweet pea.” 

“Hey,” she whispers, looking up at her mom with tear-stained cheeks and a onesie held to her chest. “I’m figuring out what to bring Axel home in tomorrow.” 

“Is he coming home tomorrow?” 

She shrugs, “he’s so close to coming home. Every day he gets so close and then it's like he takes a random step back? He went on a food strike the other night, so we had to restart his bottle feeding test again… if I call at 7 and he’s completed his 24 hours then all he has left is the car seat test.” 

“Where he has to sit, safely for an hour without a problem?” Her mom remembers when Spencer explained it all the first time Axel failed his bottle test.

She nods, “I think he can do it this time. He’s over 6 pounds now, he’s stronger than ever, he’s coming home soon.” 

Her mom takes a seat beside her on the carpeted floor and looks at the outfit choices. “It’s still super cold out, but he’ll need to be safe in the car seat so no coat… this is cute?” It’s a green onesie with pink butterflies, and it made her smile. 

It included his sister's colours and symbolized how he was growing, he wasn’t just her wiggly worm anymore, he was a full-grown butterfly ready to fly home. She started crying again just thinking about it…

“I mean this in the nicest way possible, but I think you need to talk to your doctor,” her mom whispered. “Grieving the newborn stage and not getting time with your own babies was bound to be hard, but you’re suffering, honey. You need some help. You need to sleep, you’re not eating, you’re barely producing milk anymore… you’re suffering. I can’t tip-toe around it anymore, Spencer was supposed to talk to you about it but he’s scared. We’re all so scared, honey. You need some help.”

She lets her mom hold her like she did when she was a little girl, she cries so hard barely any noise comes out. Her mom just rubs her back and lets her get to where she needs to be in her grief. She needs this. “I-It just feels like it’ll never end… this has been the worst 6 weeks of my life.” 

“Did I ever tell you about your colic?” She whispers, petting her head now, soothing her by rocking gently back and forth on the carpet. “You cried for 4 months straight. I couldn’t soothe you, nothing helped, you were just sad… sadder than this, and I just listened and cried with you.”

“I would lose my mind,” she laughs and wipes her tears. “I’m sorry for that, mom.” 

She chuckles, “It was awful. I didn’t know how long it would last or if it would ever stop, and it also felt never-ending… but then one day you giggled. You were quiet for once and I cried with tears of joy and snorted on my own mucus and then you laughed at me. With the same lungs that cried for 4 months, you released this deep belly laugh for the first time ever and finally, the worst part of our life together was over.” 

“Just like that?” She sniffled, getting the point she was making. 

“Just like that. It’s crazy how fast time flies by, but the good thing is that very soon this sadness will be a memory, one you’ll look back on and say ‘I can’t believe I did that?’ Because it’ll feel like such a faraway memory.” 

“Thank you,” she hugs her mother tightly. “I’m so glad to have you here for this.” 

“I wouldn’t wanna be anywhere else, honey.” 

—

He passes the car seat test, they load him up and they take him home. They spend 3 hours with him, she feeds him she changes him and then he has a nap just in time for her to head back to the hospital to watch the other two nap. They kept him on the same schedule as his sisters at the hospital and they’ll do the same when the girls come home. It’ll be easier this way.

He lets Y/N take mostly all of the hospital shifts, the only time he goes in is first thing in the morning. Y/N’s mom watches the baby, Y/N sleeps a little longer and Spencer gets his alone time with the girls. It’s lovely. He enjoys reading to the girls in their beds until they fall asleep and then he heads home to his son just in time for his next feed. 

He finds them in the bedroom when he gets home. She’s holding Axel and he can tell she felt bad for being just as happy as Spencer was. He could see the way it was eating away at her every time she held Axel, every time she looks at him her smile slowly turns to sadness when she realized the other two weren’t home. 

She doesn’t even notice he’s home until he’s sitting down on the bed beside her. 

“Can I have him?” Spencer asks, extending his arms, she nods and slowly hands over the swaddled-up little baby. “How are you feeling?” 

“I’m okay,” she presses her lips together in a tight-lipped smile. “Um, are you still okay to stay home with him for the rest of the day while I’m at the hospital?” 

He nods, “your mom is just down the hall,” he reminds her with a smile. “I’m sure someone will want to come over and hold him at some point.” 

“Colin wants to come over soon,” she reminds him. “I think him and Penelope should come together cause then they’ll do all the cooking and we can just chill with the babies.” 

“You think Esmay’s coming home next?” 

She shrugs, “She’s still not eating from the bottle. Wren might even be home before her.” 

“She has her ultrasound on Friday, can you double-check that we can bring Axel with us so we can both go? I forgot to ask,” Spencer shakes his head, he can't believe he’s forgetting things now, but the sleep deprivation was catching up to him.

She nods, “of course, I think the nurses would like to see him again, anyway.” 

“It must be weird for them, getting to love and support so many little babies every day and then never really seeing them again once they’re cleared to go home?” He ponders. 

“I would have a hard time with that, it’s different when you get to hold the people you’re taking care of, unlike just talking to them on the phone like I do,” Y/N explains. “Like that case, we did together still haunts me, I hugged them all, and I will think about them till the day I stop existing.” 

“It’s really hard,” he agrees. “Saving someone and having them run into your arms just to never know how they end up is weird… some send us letters and updates over the years, but others act like it never happened and move on entirely.” 

“I kinda want to do that when they’re all home,” she admits, tears welling in her eyes, “I don’t want to talk about it or think about it… I’m just going to pretend I had all 3 of them here with me the whole time.” 

“I want you to talk to a therapist,” he whispers, cradling Axel a little closer. “You need someone to tell your struggles to, I get not wanting to relive it here, but you have to get it out, baby.” 

“I know,” she cries, covering her face as she starts to sob. “It’s so unfair, I hate feeling like this, Spence. I can’t do it anymore, I want them home, I want to just stay here all day and never leave again. I can’t keep going there and coming home alone every single day.” 

He knew she didn’t mean alone as in she came home to no one, she had him, her mom, his mom, and all their friends and now, they had 1 baby home. He was safe, healthy, beautiful and 100% theirs. She just meant leaving them there while she drove home alone, that was what hurt. 

“I know, love, it’s okay.” 

“What if you asked the nurses if you could do some more breastfeedings with Esmay? She might feed more if it’s from you and then if she does well, ask to stay the full 24 hours to help her pass the test,” Spencer planned rather quickly. “They want her to come home just as bad as you do.”

She nods, wiping her tears with the sleeve of her shirt, “that’s a good idea. You’d be okay with that?” 

He nods, “We have your milk in the fridge here, I know how to do this, we can have some father-son bonding time.” 

“You’re so cute with him,” she swoons and takes out her cellphone to take a few photos for memory's sake, “you’re the best dad.” 

“And you’re the best mom,” he reminds her after a few photos, looking into her eyes with all the truth in the world. “Our girls will be home soon, and when they’re all here it’ll be okay. They’re going to grow up knowing you love them more than anything in the world and you were willing to go through hell and back for them. Suffering like this for them, it’s what makes you the best mom. You’re a fucking warrior.” 

“Hey,” she reaches over and covers Axel’s ears. “Thank you, but he doesn’t need to hear that.” 

Spencer smiles, leaning in he presses his lips to hers for a quick kiss. “I love you.” 

“I love you, more.”

—

She left shortly after that, in their new minivan Spencer bought 3 days after she was out of the hospital. It was fully equipped to take his family on safe trips, two of the car seats were buckled into the back, ready for whenever their girls were able to come home too. The third was in the front hall, waiting for Axel's next trip outside. 

Spencer sat in bed with Axel resting on the nursing pillow in front of him, an empty bottle discarded beside them, along with some dirty burp cloths. His eyes slowly started to close, he was so relaxed and full, Spencer kept rubbing his little tummy and whispering sweet nothings to him, helping him drift off to sleep. 

“There you go buddy, you must be so full now… you can have the best nap with your full tummy and when you wake up we’ll snuggle and have some more food…” Spencer whispers, smiling away, he’s so happy. 

This is everything he ever wanted. 

His phone lights up on the bed beside him, displaying a message over the most beautiful wallpaper he’s ever had. He just admires the photo, the love of his life holding their three kids on her chest at the same time, he loved them all so much. 

Y/N: we’ve just finished bottle number six with Esmay, she’s officially taken 90% of her feeds today!! 3 with me!!!! The feeding tube comes out tonight at midnight, before her last 2 feeds and if she eats them all then she can come home… I did not see this coming today. Also: Axel can come with us to her appointment on Friday, and by the looks of things, Esmay can come too!! 

Spencer: that’s amazing baby!! I just finished a bottle with Axel, he’s having a nap right now, I can’t wait to see you later <3 give the girls a kiss for me? I love you.

Y/N: and Dr. Wade said that Wren is doing great, if her chest ultrasound goes well she might be able to start the process come home by Monday. This is wild Spence! 

He wipes a stray tear from his cheek after reading that one. He was so proud of his little family, this was such a big moment. All 3 of them would be home before they even reached her original due date. Just like he assumed. After almost 7 weeks in the NICU, they’d all be home soon. 

That was a lot to think about. 

Because once they were all home, he was asking their mom to marry him.

It’s earlier than he wanted to do it, originally… but he needed to do it. He needs her to know how much he loves her and how badly he wants to love her for the rest of his life. 

—

They don’t sleep the first night that Esmay is home, too. 

Two of their three newborn cots were occupied, both babies were sleeping soundly, all swaddled and content while their parents couldn’t stop staring at them. It was surreal. They were both over 5 pounds now, much, much bigger than when they were born but still tiny. Axel was 6 pounds when he left the hospital and since then he’s gone down a few ounces which is normal cause he’s on regular breast milk all day and only has a bottle mixed with formula twice a day for extra calories. 

He doesn’t look like either of them yet, neither does Esmay. They’re still too skinny and tiny but that’ll change. In a few months they’ll each have different features and little personalities…

“I can’t believe it,” she whispers. 

“I know,” he shakes his head, staring at their babies. “We’re going to be so tired tomorrow…” 

She laughs, “Yeah, but it’ll be fine. Maybe mom can drive us.” 

“Yeah,” he likes the sound of that plan. Wren has her ultrasound tomorrow. She’s the middle child and yet she’ll be the last one home. “they’re all going to be home soon.” 

She laughs again, tired as hell and so, so happy. “We're really not going to sleep then.” 

“It’ll get better,” he assures. “Once we get the schedule down and they switch from 3-hour intervals to 5, it’ll be better.” 

She leans over and rests her head on his shoulder and wraps her arm around his back, “it’ll be amazing to get to watch them all sleep here, together.” 

“To watch them do everything here, together,” he corrects. “First laughs, first words, first steps. To teach them how to ride bikes and maybe we’ll do swim lessons over at Dave’s cause we already know they like the pool—

“Not funny,” she shoves him. 

“They were supposed to be Aquarius’s so them loving water makes sense,” he teases again. 

“Unfortunately they’re Sagittarius’s like your boss,” she reminds him. “Maybe they’ll be stoic and handsome.” 

“Funny,” he shakes his head. “They might also be adventurous, risk-takers or incredibly emotionally intelligent.” 

“They’ll be one of each,” she says with a sigh. “Axel is the risk-taker, Esmay will be adventurous and Wren, given the trauma, she’ll probably end up the emotionally intelligent one.” 

“She’s also the oldest girl,” he reminds her. “She’ll be like us.” 

“We won’t put that kind of pressure on her,” Y/N says, looking at him with the most serious look on her face. “She’s going to be free and innocent and happy as long as humanly possible. They all will.” 

He nods, “And with me leaving the bureau—

“You’re leaving?” She can’t believe it. 

“For the time being…” 

“Why?” 

“You’ll want to go back to work at some point, I don’t want to get hurt and leave you with them or bring work home and lose one of you… so I’m going to stay home. I’m going to raise my babies and make sure they have a dad for their whole lives. I love them too much to leave again, even just for work,” he explains. 

She cups his face and brings him in for a kiss, a deep one at that. “I love you,” she whispers. “That’s all i’ve ever wanted for my kids.” 

“Me too,” he smiles back at her. “Me too.” 

—

Wrens ultrasound goes remarkably well. The nurses love seeing the other two babies once again. They all get a little check-up while they’re there and everyone is doing perfect. Wren especially. She’s getting so strong, she’s making so much progress but she doesn’t like taking the bottle yet. Just like the other two, having a feeding tube gets convenient and nursing is hard when they’re not used to that kind of movement yet. She also might have a tongue-tie.

The best part of the appointment, however, is putting Axel and Esmay in her incubator beside her and watching them all snuggle and coo. They’re content, happy to be back together the way they were for 32 short weeks. It’s the cutest thing to see. 

And Dr. Wade loves to see it too. “In a week, I think they’ll all be home.” 

“Really?” She lights right up. 

He nods, “your kids are quick learners. We just have to get her used to the bottle or breastfeeding. Her weights good, she’s breathing perfectly and her incision is all healed up. She’s doing great.” 

“They get that from their dad,” she compliments, tearing up a bit. Spencer steps in closer to her, hand on her shoulder. 

“And their resiliency from their mom,” he compliments right back. 

“You two are so cute,” the nurse in the corner compliments. “It’s hard to believe you’re not married.” 

“Soon,” Spencer assures. “You’re all welcome to come to the wedding.” 

—

Dr. Wade was right. It only takes Wren a week to pass her 24-hour bottle test and she’s such a champ with the car seat test. And by 8 weeks postpartum, all their babies are home. 

But as soon as they’re all home, Mom has to go to the doctor. 

But that’s okay cause Y/N’s 8-week post-op appointment is also the perfect time for Spencer to slip the kids into their special onesies for popping the big question. 

He waited until their nap time, he carefully put Axel into a shirt that say “you” Esmay has the word “marry” and Wren has “daddy?” Leaving him with the first word, “Will” and Y/N clocks it the moment she walks through the front door. 

“Why are you wearing a shirt that says ‘Will’ on it? Did you loose a bet to him or something?” 

“Nope, you’ll find out in a minute,” he smirks, letting her inside and closing the door behind her.

“Okay… you’re being so weird. Weirder than normal,” she teases. 

He takes her purse and helps her out of her shoes and coat, still treating her like she was recovering from the C-section when really, he just loved to take care of her. 

“Where are the kids?” 

“Asleep. Come with me,” he takes her hand, she’s shocked they’re asleep all at the same time and in the same room, but she follows him anyway. 

Up the stairs and into their bedroom, she hovers over their cribs and smiles and then she sees it. Each baby has something written on their onesies too. Spencer stands beside Axel’s crib, showing her that he’s the first word in the sentence. 

Her jaw drops and she stills, holding in the scream she wants to let out, she can’t believe it’s finally happening. She covers her mouth and turns to Spencer, who’s already down on one knee holding a small felt box in his hand. “So… What do you say?” 

“Yes!” She whispers when really she wants to scream. She tugs him up to his feet and wraps her arms around him. “Oh my god,” she starts to cry. “Yes, holy shit, yes, Spence!”  

He hugs her back, crying into her shoulder, “I love you so much.” 

“I love you,” she says as she pulls back to look down at the ring. “This is real?” 

“This is all real,” he assures. “We have 3 babies, a beautiful house, and now each other.” 

He takes the ring from the box and slips it onto her ring finger. “Everything we’ve ever wanted…” 

“and then some,” he smirks. “Forever.” 

She nods, so in love with him. “Forever.” 

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[dragon-creates]

Darlin' Don't You Weep (There's A Place For Me)

After going through hell and back, Jax and Pomni decided that they want to live their lives to the fullest. Despite the challenges that come their ways.

Inspired by @rottentricks murder mystery au and @theboywithburninghands fics based on that au.

Read On AO3

Please look at the tags as this fic does have discussions of infertility and miscarriage. If this fic isn't for you then feel free to skip.

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Neither Jax or Pomni never really expected they would ever be in this moment. Both of them had gone through hell, from the many murders they spread through Autumnvale, to Jax being framed, the shootout at the diner and Pomni being held hostage by Deputy Hunt. 

It had been too much, yet so eye opening. Both of them had seen the end of the barrel of the gun called life, and how it could be snatched from them at any moment. So they didn’t want to waste a second of it being alone. So, one day, Jax had gotten down on one knee with a ring had given him, tears of happiness streaming down both his and Pomni’s faces when the latter said yes.

They eloped a month later, a small ceremony in the community church with their respective parents, Zooble, Gangle and Ragatha. The ragdoll has offered to watch over the butcher shop while the two went out of town for their honeymoon, giving the two a much needed break and focus being in love. 

When they arrived home two weeks later, they had discussed something that both of them truly wanted in the future they would share together. A child. Pomni had always seen herself being a mother while focusing on her art career, and Jax longed for the idea to hear the tiny pitter patter of feet around the house. Both of them knew it would be some time before Pomni could become pregnant, with how hard it could be to procreate and needing to move into a bigger house for more room. Not to mention the backlash from some of the townspeople with an unjustified hatred towards Jax, or doctors saying how hard it would be to conceive a baby with Jax being a half breed and Pomni being human. But it was a dream both of them shared. 

So, while moving into a new farmhouse (a two story with many bedrooms and a large vintage kitchen) did they try for a baby, and what a challenge it was. Pomni couldn’t count the number of weeks each time she laid a pregnancy test on the bathroom sink, praying for a little pink plus sign to appear, only for nothing to show. There were many trips to the clinic, trying new medication in the hopes that a baby would somehow be possible, but every time the result was the same - disappointment. 

Jax had held a crying Pomni in his arms many nights, soothing her and reminding her that none of this was her fault. She put too much unfair stress on herself, thinking there was something wrong with her. It couldn’t be further from the truth. 

They thought there would be a glimmer of hope when a pregnancy test finally came back positive, the rush of joy they felt when seeing that little pink plus sign. The visions of a cream coloured nursery and a little mobile hanging above a crib. 

But about a month into the pregnancy, Pomni woke up in the middle of the night to find herself bleeding…

The brunette had been numb, silent tears running down her cheeks for days, struggling to get out of bed and eat. Jax wanted nothing more than to become a shield for her, to fight off all the burdens on her shoulder. The miscarriage had affected them both deeply, but he felt that he had failed her and their unborn child.

The weeks that followed were hard, both of them trying to return to normal life. Their families had stopped by to offer their comforts, while their friends came by to give their support and condolences. Ragatha had even baked a pie for them and had even stayed most nights to help the couple.

Slowly, they began to heal. Jax had tried new recipes with his meat and Pomni had returned to her art, hoping to put it in Autumnvale’s art gallery. It was hard, but being together made it easier. 

They had soon returned to a quiet normalcy, living peacefully to continue healing. That was when hope, yet fear, struck again. Pomni awoke one morning feeling nauseous, throwing up in the joint bathroom in their bedroom and feeling quite fatigued. She thought it was the flu from winter arriving, but a little voice in the back of her head told her otherwise. 

There was one more pregnancy test in the bathroom cupboard, but she didn’t touch it for days. Too afraid for another fearful incident. But soon, she found the strength to take it. 

It was positive.

Jax had been there the whole time, rubbing her shoulder and hugging her as she cried with relief and fear. He was scared too, but all they could do now was wait for the outcome. Good or bad, they would do it together.

Eight months later, a healthy baby girl was born. A little white bunny with blue eyes and a tiny pink nose. Pomni hiccuped a sob when her daughter was placed on her chest for the first time, crying her lungs out. The biggest sign that she was here and alive . Jax sniffed back a few tears when he held her in her pink blanket, she was barely the size of his paw, so incredibly tiny.  

They had named her Yuki.

Now, one month later, they were here. Rabbit babies could learn more skills within the early months of their life. Yuki had shocked them both when they found her pulling herself out of the crib for the first time, thankful that they had made the decision to keep it in their room while still so young. She also had begun to teeth a bit early, due to the wolf genes she inherited from her father. While her sharp teeth wouldn’t show up until she was weaned off breastfeeding, it didn’t stop her from chomping her gums on anything she could find. Her favorite teething object being her father’s ears. 

It was another morning of the same routine since her birth, Yuki had woken up with the sun barely rising over the farmhouse and she was already brimming with energy. She sat up, looking through the bars of her crib to find her mama. Jax had converted their bed into a nest, mattress, blankets and pillows formed into a fort like how Kinger used to do when he was a child. He had also placed a few cushions around Yuki’s crib in case she would jump out again. Her papa was there, but no sign of her mama.

She grunted, jumping up onto the edge of her crib and pulling herself over the bars until she plopped onto a pillow on the ground. She hopped over to her papa, headbutting his arm to try and get him up. She knew where her mama was, and her papa was hiding her. She pulled herself up onto his arm, headbutting his head this time. Still no response, as though it were barely a tap. Yuki grunted, reaching up and grabbing Jax’s ear with her gums and began to pull, like a puppy playing tug of war. 

Jax hummed, opening one eye to see his daughter pulling his ear, he barely moved an inch. “I know you’re not hungry bub,” Jax smirked. “Let your mama sleep, it’s barely morning.”

But the kit didn’t relent, pulling even harder. Eventually, Yuki had pulled so hard that she tumbled backwards, letting go of his ear. She yelped, pulling herself back onto her feet and ran headfirst towards Jax and headbutted him again. Jax chuckled, lifting his arm and bringing Yuki close, snuggling her tiny body against his massive her. 

The kit yipped and grunted, trying to escape. She wanted her mama! Not her stinky papa! But Jax’s hand was too strong for her.

Jax sighed, resting his head against the pillows again until he felt a rustling from underneath him. “Is she up?” a feminine asked underneath his chest?

“Yeah, but she ain’t hungry so you don’t gotta rush getting up,” Jax said.

After a bit of rustling, Pomni's face emerged from Jax’s chest, wiggling her arms out as well. When Yuki started hopping out the crib in the mornings, Jax had insisted this be their sleeping position, that way he could handle Yuki from disturbing Pomni’s sleep. “It’s okay, you can get some more sleep, it’s still pretty early,” Jax smiled down at his wife.

“It’s okay,” Pomni rested on her back, holding out her arms to her daughter. “I wanna see her.”

Jax let the kit go, Yuki immediately bounding towards her mother. Pomni scooped her daughter up, letting her nuzzle into her neck as Pomni stroked her ears. Soon, she could hear soft little snores as the baby went limp in her arms.

“All that just for some cuddles,” Jax chuckled. “Kid is gonna have one heck of a right hook one day.”

“Just like her papa,” Pomni lifted a hand to cup Jax’s cheek. “Thank you.”

Jax tilted his head in confusion, “For what?”

“For giving me all of this,” Pomni told him.

Jax’s eyes softened, pressing his lips onto his wife’s gently. “I love you,” Jax whispered.

“I love you too,” Pomni replied, her eyes fluttering shut once again. 

Jax looked at his wife and daughter underneath him, how did he ever get this lucky? He brought his arms around the two, engulfing them in a hug as he joined them in slumber. Letting peace wash over them.

[melkyt]

When you're so deep into hyperfixation, you want to make spin-offs from your own fic xd

I might post like little tidbits of fluff on ao3 for my reincarnation au

Like Law getting his first halloween costume with Lami and Cora, you know they are going to match and go all out and drag Law along into it

Law starting school and being really nervous at the idea of being around new people and teachers. He gets into a few fights. The first time Cora gets called into the office to bring him home, he tries to smile and be polite but scares the teachers when he first enters, tall and brooding in a dark coat that hide his colorful outfit underneath xd

Doflamingo being in a seperate school because he is not allowed near Law on the daily, this does not stop him to go bug the kid. Somehow the two of them end up burning part of the school down during their back and forth bickering. Which is why Cora was called into the office in the first place. He is struggling trying to parent his older brother turned teen xd.

Shanks teaching Law how to drive as nobody else in the compound either A: can drive or B: Wants to teach him, C: He would drop dead before he asks them (ie Doflamingo). Cora is in the back seat giving the most unhelpful advice and they end up driving into a ditch, and Law gets the fuck out to go 'cry' in frustration of failing.

He just wants to be useful when Luffy wakes up so they dont have to keep leaning on the adults. Robin is the one who ends up teaching him.

Lami's first birthday since she came back, the biggest party on the block. Law seeing her smile, really smile for the first time and getting emotional that she is here.

Law's first piercing. He sneaks out with some money he and Ace saved up to go to this place Yamato shared with them. Their guardians would let them get a piercings & tattoo's but they dont think that. This is two teens rebelling! He laughs and teases Ace about being a baby about picking a tiny tattoo. Ace never to back down from a challenge is like "Oh yeah!?"

They bicker about it but end up just getting their ears pierced. They are both a little scared about getting a tattoo at all, and the srtist doesnt let them as that needs a parents permission. Tells them to comeback when they are older.

Law gets his first tattoo when Luffy wakes up again. Just to mark it that he came back at all.

All the kids that are over seven missed most of their coming of age ceremonies & birthdays, so Shanks' crew sets up a festival just to do it for all of them in a week long celebration. Law and Lami buying their first kimono/yukata and getting all dressed up and celebrated

(The adults doing everything to give the kids a childhood and distract them from everything going on, just little slice of life situation between the main fic drama *tasty* xd)

[foolishlovers]

Cuz you're doing recs can I ask your favorite explicit non-AU fics? If this is weird, just ignore it please. also sorry if its weird.

that's alright, i don't mind recommending some!!

Just a Taste by summerofspock (3k) See, it wasn’t so much the eating. It was the noises. It was the indecent look on Aziraphale’s face. It was the way he licked his fingers and wiggled in his seat. Every little action felt specially created to undo Crowley. And Aziraphale had no idea.

Anywhere You Want to Go by Aria (9k) Aziraphale knew Crowley liked him. He'd known it with a horrible clarity since around 1100, which was at least a thousand years after the first time he'd thought of kissing Crowley, and some eight hundred and odd before it occurred to him that the specific quality of Crowley's regard could be very dangerous for both of them, if they actually admitted their feelings aloud. It was also two weeks since any of that had mattered at all anymore.

Lead me to the banquet hall by obstinatrix, wishwellingtons (14k) Crowley loves taking Aziraphale out to eat almost as much as Aziraphale loves eating, but it's always a bit of a one-sided affair. Aziraphale has never understood why. Crowley planned on keeping it that way, but best laid plans…

The road to rapture has a lot of pit stops by emmagrant01 (17k) Five times they kissed over four thousand years, and one time they actually meant it.

One Night In Bangor (And the World's Your Oyster) by Atalan (17k) "All right, I know I'm going to regret asking this," Aziraphale says. "What exactly does this wager entail?" Crowley grins like the cat that not only got the cream but has absconded with the entire cow. He grabs the bottle and swigs straight from it despite Aziraphale's tut of disapproval.  "The pot goes to whichever demon can get an angel into bed by the end of the evening."  AKA The Fic That Tumblr Made Me Write. Heaven and Hell share a corporate party once per millennium. This time someone's had the bright idea of issuing a challenge to the demons of Hell. Crowley has no intention of missing the opportunity; Aziraphale's just enough of a bastard to make him work for it.

Faking It by bisasterdi (28k) In the immediate aftermath of the Nope-Let's-Notpocalypse, Crowley and Aziraphale tentatively begin to move on, hoping Heaven and Hell will leave them alone in the wake of both of their failed trials. Of course, nothing could possibly be that simple. It isn't that Gabriel or Beelzebub have actually figured out how the trials were subverted…but boy, do they THINK they have it figured out. Thankfully, it won't take much to keep them in the dark. (Crowley and Aziraphale just have to spend eternity together, pretending to be in love with each other. All Crowley needs to do is make sure Aziraphale never finds out that everything he's saying and doing is true.)

32 Questions That Lead To Love by ffonippop (32k)

”First formulated in 1997, [32] questions to fall in love is a study by psychologist Dr. Arthur Aron which took place at Stony Brook University, New York. The aim? Speeding up the creation of intimacy between two strangers.” The Cosmopolitan

Okay, fine.

Crowley was 32-Questions-That-Lead-To-Love-ing Aziraphale. Sue him.

He had no expectations, all right? Just, an innocent curiosity.

The Sandford Flower Show by Mussimm (46k) Crowley had waited six thousand years, kept it all in check. But this was the slipperiest slope he’d ever set foot on and as soon as he’d indulged in a few discretionary acts of kindness he was falling face first into pining, tumbling into flirting, about to dislocate his knees on the sharp rocks of intimacy. Was this really it? What he had waited six thousand years for? A stupid flower show? Aziraphale wasn’t pulling away from him. Maybe… maybe this time he wouldn’t? Maybe they’d hold hands again. Maybe tonight with a bottle of merlot in them he’d finally work up the courage and just kiss him and he wouldn’t pull away. The very moment he’d thought it he spotted the problem at the flower show.

Flowers From The Grave Of Our Friendship by WaitingToBeBroken (50k) Crowley is very good at temptation, not so good with what comes afterwards. Aziraphale knows demons don't love so he is happy to take anything Crowley would give him. Both of them are too blind to realize the thing they want is right in front of them.

The Grindr Logo Doesn't Even Have a 'G' In It by indieninja92 (79k) After the Apocalypse, Aziraphale ventures into a new space in the gay milieu - Grindr. There he starts talking to a charming young man who certainly doesn't bear any resemblance at all to a certain long streak of demon, not one bit, no thank you. Meanwhile, Aziraphale and Crowley navigate their friendship after the world failed to end. There is much drinking and silliness, but could it be that there are other feelings lurking underneath?? Of course there are, this is fanfic.

[doudouneverte]

Cooking Disaster | VW 2023 (d-one)

a/n: youhouuu it's my first fic of my challenge for the valentine week, one fic per day for the week and we start with Kate. Don't hesitate to let me know what you thinks about it. I'll see you tomorrow for a [C.D] fic.

*not my GIF*

Kate Bishop x Widow!Reader; Yelena Belova x Female!Reader(best friend)

Summary: today it's your first valentine's day with your girlfriend but you don't know what to do so you ask the help of your best friend

Type: Fluff

Warning: Nothing

word count: 1437

day two | day three | day four | day five | day six | day seven

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You were stressed, like really stressed, today is Valentine's Day. Your first Valenrine's Day since you escape form the Red Room and your first Valentine's Day with your girlfriend, Kate Bishop. You wanted to make something perfect for the first time but there like two big problemes: you never did this before and the only person who could help you is in a mission with your girlfriend. You didn't like this idea but you have only one solution asked your best friend's help: Yelena Belova, the probleme is both of you never experience love before so this a bad idea, yes but it's your anly idea.

It was 4 pm Yelena was out with Fanny when her phone rang, she looked at the name and smiled to herself, she liked when you spend time together obviously but she was not ready for your request "Hey Y/n, how are you ?" she asked non casualy

"Lena i need your help, like right now" you replied and she strated to worry

"What's happening Y/n ?"

"Just come here please"

She hang out quickly and made her way to Kate's appartement, you started to live with your girlfriend few months after you started dating, it was better beacause there was no avenger to bother you two and you could be totaly you with her. You waited 20 more minutes near the front door before you heard Fanny barked and you opened the door and drag the blond inside. "Ooh, okay what was that ?" she asked after she almost fail with your action. You locked the door behind you, you looked around as if you were searching any intruder and you looked at your best friend

"I need your help for tonight" you said and she frown her eyebrown "today is valentine' day and tonight Kate came back form her mission with Natasha and Clint. And i don't know what to do, please" she looked at you, she seem to proced what you said before laughed

"Why do you ask me something to help you with that ?" she couldn't stop herself and honnestly it started to pissed you off but she was your last hope

"Because i never do something like that and i know you did a mission were you had to pretend you liked a target during valentine's day." she raised her brown "and also because Nat is not here" you added

"Okay but i don't know more than you so i can help you but we will need some help" she said a,d she looked a little more excited

"You thinks about someone in particular ?" you tilted your head and she gave you a mischievous smile

"We will ask to internet" she said like it was the best thing to do, okay it was maybe not be the best thing to do but you both know it was your only option so you nodded hesitantly.

It's been one hour now and you and yelena found some ideas: roses, a dinner, some cookie (you know Kate love cookies), a poem and if thing goes well some NC-17 things. You decided to go to the groceries to bought the ingredient for the night it should be quick but you both finished to packed more than necessary and you were grateful to have your best friend to help you. When you were back to the apartment you cursed New York and his inhabitant, you swore to brought a car asap, and you quiclky go out again to brought the roses.

It was 7:45pm now and you decided to started with the cookies, the first attempt leave the oven and you and Yelena had the same idea: let everything to have a bite. A bite turn to all, You looked at the clock and saw 8:30pm "Shit" you muttered and yelena looked at you "she should be back at the compound now. She will take a shower we have less than one hour to finished this" you explained

"You're fucked up Y/n" Yelena said and she laughed, you looked around you and saw the mess in the kitchen

"I'm fucked up Yelena" you repeated "look i have a plan. You finished the dinner and i'll decorate the living room and write the poem" you rushed to the living room and you started to arranged some cushion, you spread some rose's petal on the floor (they said it was sexy, so why not?) you quickly ran to your bedroom to found a pen and a paper before Yelena called you. "What is it Lena?" you asked when you enter in the kicthen

"What did you put on this chicken ?" she asked and you frown tyour brown

"I followed the receipt why ?" you started to worry all started to perfectly going

"Have a taste" said the russian and you did. You almost threw up at the taste it was awful it was- "you added sugar придурок(disphit), you're sure you don't want to kill the poor Kate Bishop" you wer about to replied when a familiar voice did

"What's going on here ?" it was Kate, you both froze and looked at each other before she appeard at the kitchen "Babe, Yelena ?" you looked at her and you noticed she was not alone, there was Natasha and Clint behind her.

"Hi Kate Bishop, Y/n tried to.." she looked around and at the chicken "surprise you, i guess" and now all the gaze were on you. So you just waved you hand akwardly

"Surprise." you said and the older had to bit their own toungue to not laughed, you gave them a serious glare and they put a poker face.

"Oh i was not ready" Kate said, honnestly she didn't know what to say it was too weird even for her, the living room was drownig under rose petals, Lucky had red bow, the atmospher on the apartement was too intimate for just a surprise

"It's the point of a surprise Kate Bishop" Yelena said and everybody looked at her she was eating a cookie again and you slamed her hand "What was that ?" you gave a black widow glare and she stuck her tongue toward you.

"Okay, can someone can explain me what's happenig here?" the man asked and did everything to hid his amusment

"I- well we were trying to make dinner like you can see" you said casualy

"But why the roses ?" the redhead asked

"That's because she wanted to make a perfecet night for her and her girlfriend" the blond assassin said and you slammed her shoulder "сука(bitch)" she whispered and you rolled your eyes

Kate looked at you then at the calendar on the fridge "Oh my, it's valentine's day" and the OG avenger started to understand what you were planning "I'm sorry babe, i totally forget with the mission"

"Oh don't worry it's nothing" you said

"Yes it's big deal" the brunette replied "you even cooked and i messed up something so important, i'm so sorry." she was too cute you were not mad at her even if she brought some guest at your special night. "How can i make you forgive me ?" she asked seriously

You looked around then at her ocean eyes "please don't eat the chicken" you said and everybody started to laughed. After that Natasha ordered pizzas, you and Yelena clean up the mess and even if the older archer and the older widow wanted to leaves you assured them it was okay to stay. The night past quickly and you make them promise they will never tell to anyone about anything they saw earlier. At the night, everybody stay at the spare rooms and you were in your shared bedroom with Kate.

"I'm sorry for tonight again" the archer said

"It's nothing it was cool even if it was not just the two of us" you replied

"I promised i'll make up for it the next year" she said and you blushed, she wanted to spend a another year with you.

"Okay and i'll learn more about cooking to not mix the salt and the sugar anymore" you replied and you both laughed. There was a comfy silence you thought she was sleepin before she whispered to you

"I love you Y/n" you froze for an instant you didn't really told your first L word.

You smiled you shyly "I love you Kate" you kissed her forhead before fall asleep.

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[purple-ant]

Last Line Challenge

Rules: in a new post, show the last line you wrote (or drew) and tag as many people as there are words (or as many as you feel like). 

thank you for the tag @rochenn!

no pressure tags: @dapurinthos @furious-blueberry0 @thebrainofocto

this challenge catches me on the most interesting not main wips every time

this is another timetravel AU but here freshly beheaded Dooku wakes up at the past there his younger self still runs around without even a padawan braid

oh and this undead ex-sith ends up with a padawan or rather with a young version of his best friend he killed. i have no idea when this fic will get first chapter or if it become another project too big to implement.... but here's the last line

"Indeed," Master Yan ran a hand through his disheveled hair, combing it back. "Unfortunately, this is not an isolated incident."

These words made Sifo-Dyas sit up straight and alert. "You mean… a panic attack?"

"Not only that, although it is related," he clutched his wrist. "A consequence of a failed mission. Sometimes my body… forgets it has hands. The blood stops flowing, the nerves stop sending signals. It happens rarely," the Master hastened to assure him. "But after today, I think you need to know this in case an… attack ever occurs on a mission."

"You can count on me, Master."

Master Yan's eyes softened, a strange melancholy entering them.

"I know."

[rypnami]

WIP tag

thank you very much for the tag @imtheslayeraskmehow97 ! (i had no idea you had tumblr?? i might be dumb)

i’m not actually working on a lot rn but you know that damn ginger is always inside my head acting up so i do have some things PLANNED | (my ao3)

1. List the titles your top five priorities for WIP updates (link your fics for new readers!)

2. An upcoming scene, event, or detail in each fic that you're looking forward to writing

3. Bonus: make a poll for your followers to vote on which top 5 WIP they are most excited to see an update on!

4. Then tag 10 writer friends

Titles:

((i am bad at these))

1. Leander and Lily - probably going to change this title later because it’s stupid as hell. short little thing about leander + his struggles with self esteem and his older sister lily helping him realise he’s worth more than he thinks.

2. Untitled Prewlow Fic - after i did that sims wedding i am once again being attacked in my head by these boys. yes it will involve ollie because ugh do i love that child. it will be wholesome but with a small side of angst ;)

3. Starlight - i was chatting about this a while ago, but i am planning a fluff oneshot of andrew and amit becoming close during astronomy class. just think lots of cuddling for warmth and discussion about the beauty of stars (among other things 👀)

4. Potions Tutor - this started as a oneshot garrinis fic but i recently went back to read it again and i’m planning on doing a part 2 now!

Scenes:

1. in my first w.i.p. i just wrote the scene that i’ve been the most hung up on. it’s the summer between 5th and 6th year, when leander gets his o.w.l results. he didn’t do as well as he’d hoped and is worried his parents are disappointed in him, so he seeks out his sister for advice.

2. a lot of the angst i was talking about comes from ollie. a good scene example is when he is in DADA class, and when he faces the class’ boggart it changes into a dementor. it’s surprising because his boggart used to be an acromantula. he realises it has changed because now his greatest fear is sebastian being taken to azkaban and the dementor is a manifestation of that.

3. this one is really really not worked on, i have maybe a paragraph, but i have an idea for a scene where andrew is incredibly shy about asking amit to share his blanket during astronomy class, but he’s also very cold. in the end it gets way too cold and in the end they cuddle under the blanket and share a telescope 🥺

4. ominis passes his potions exam after several months of studying (and more) with garreth. they decide to celebrate by going for drinks at the three broomsticks. it’ll go fine. probably. maybe. char stop making everything angsty for 2 seconds challenge FAILED

tagging! (sorry if you’ve already been tagged: @girl-named-matty @plxnetn1ne @damn-it-a-hogwarts-legacy-blog @weirdraccoon @blueraineshadows

thank you again for the tag! i had so much fun with this, i love talking about what i’m currently working on! ♡

[mcgnagallsarmy]

Spuffy style Reading Challenge - #22: A new genre every month

Thriller:

What Goes Around by Ninereeds [NC-17]

The citizens of Sunnydale find themselves acting on their darkest desires, and the Scoobies' summer vacation hangs in the balance. When Spike turns out to be the only one Buffy can trust, her carefully constructed black-and-white world starts looking a lot gray-shadier. Set in the summer after season 4.

Romance:

Eucharist by Holly [NC-17]

He had it all. The prophecy and the girl, merrily ever after and all that rot. But life doesn't stop.

Fic by a female author:

Ties to the World by honeygirl51885 [NC-17]

Spike is gone, but before he went out in a blaze of glory, he slipped a letter into Buffy’s pocket. That letter takes her on a road trip across America, visiting his ties to the world.

A classic:

Strawberry Fields by Holly [NC-17]

Heartbroken and determined, Spike sets out to form a truce with his mortal enemy to take down Angelus once and for all. The last thing he expected was a couple of restless spirits interrupting his sales pitch, or to find himself in a magic-induced liplock. And one taste of Buffy Summers, he finds, is nowhere close to enough.

Fantasy:

World Enough, and Time by toooldforthis [R]

“You came back wrong,” he told her, all those years ago. He was right, but it took them a very long time to realise exactly what that meant. It meant a hundred more apocalypses, a thousand battles. It meant a journey, a prophecy, a war. They’d lose one other, and find their way back, and choose, again and again. And all the while, the earth was failing. There are a lot more people than you think who are here for the long haul – like, the really long haul. This is a story about two of them.

Dystopian story:

The Footprints Left Behind by Willow91 [NC-17]

In the wake of an unknown attack on the American Frontier and the subsequent loss of contact with the friends they still had stateside, Buffy and Xander sneak into the country and begin a long, dangerous journey to find old friends and the source of the near apocalypse before it spreads throughout the rest of the world.

Award winner:

Whispers by Abby [NC-17]

After Spike endures torture at the hands of Glory to protect the identity of the key, Buffy is forced to reconsider everything she ever thought she knew about the vampire, leading to some startling revelations. Set immediately post-Intervention.

Drama:

Ghostly by untouchable [NC-17]

Six months after Sunnydale collapses, a grieving Buffy is startled to find Spike, feral and without any idea who she is, in her backyard. Is he real? Or just another ghost?

Erotica:

A Dream Is A Wish your Heart Makes by cawthraven [NC-17]

Buffy just had a hot fight with Spike. And now, she's having a hot night with him, too.

Comedy:

Delusions of Spander by EllieRose101 [PG]

“I am not having sex with Spike, but I'm starting to think that you might be!”

A one shot in which wires become comically crossed. Starts out during Season Five, Episode 18: Intervention.

Historical:

The Darkling by OffYourBird [NC-17]

When Buffy’s quest to get Spike returned to her is fulfilled in an unexpected way, she finds herself in a complicated relationship with an intrigued master vampire who isn’t the man she loves, but who might be someday… if she can convince him to step out of the dark.

Slow-burn:

What Remains by MrsAkers [NC-17]

As the lone survivors of the final battle with Glory, Buffy and Spike run away from Sunnydale. Battling with guilt and an unfulfilled death wish, Buffy finds solace in Spike's company while the vampire just does his best to keep her alive. Goes majorly AU at The Gift.

[ikeprinces-stuff]

Pairing : Leon Dompteur x Fem!OC (Self Insert)

Prompt : A Series Of Firsts "First Date" (planned fake date)

Previous Prompt : First Kiss

Warning : No warning

Words : 1531 counts

Hosted by : @aquagirl1978

A/N : My last entry for this challenge, I had fun writing and it was a good opportunity to introduce my OC to y'all and I'm glad there are who loved her and her interaction with Leon. Hope you have fun reading this fic I wrote and Happy (Early) New Year 🎊💕

•°•𝑻𝒘𝒐 𝑪𝒖𝒑𝒔 𝑶𝒇 𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒎 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆•°•

“Ugh...” she sighs. "Really? Again?" he said with a hint of amusement in his voice. As she sighed once more, he couldn't help but smirk, his amber-colored eyes meeting her jade gaze. "It's the tenth time you've sighed, you know," he teased, causing her to gritter teeth. "And I'm ready to sigh again because of the situation you've put me in!" she exclaimed, anger palpable in her voice. "I had no other way out. Everyone was convinced that we were dating, and I couldn't bear to disappoint them," he explained, leaning back and maintaining his smile. "Oh, please. That's your problem, not mine," she retorted sharply, her eyes boring into his. "And of all the people who saw us-you know-it was Prince Yves Kloss!" she added with frustration. It was clear that the situation had been a disaster for her, and she began to cover half of her face with her hand, indicating that she wished to remain unseen after such a humiliating experience.

As she reminisced about the humiliating experience, she couldn't help but wish for an escape--for the ground to swallow her whole, for the memories to vanish into thin air. She had been caught playing the violin in a suburb of the capital, and to her surprise, Leon was among the crowd. But it was not until later that she realized he was not alone; instead, Prince Yves had been with him as well. His serious, sharp eyes had caused her to suddenly stop performing, as if all the air had been knocked out of her.

Romarin narrowed her eyes in question, sensing something amiss as Leon leaned back in his chair and failed to provide a clear answer. "Why was Prince Yves with you, and why were you together? Do you know each other?" She demanded, her tone growing sharper. “What do you think?” Leon's answer only served to irk Romarin further, causing her to furrow her brows in frustration. "I think you should stop being evasive and give me a straight answer," she said, her voice carrying a threatening tone, one that Leon had come to enjoy since their first meeting. But her reaction was hardly what Leon expected, as he burst out laughing at the mention of the date. "Don't forget that we are on a date right now, and it's bad manners to talk about anyone else," Leon warned, a hint of a smirk growing wider as he awaited Romarin's reaction.

Romarin looked at Leon with a mischievous glint in her eyes. "You do realize that this is all an act, right?" Leon smiled, understanding her intentions. "Yes, I'm aware," he said, as he gestured to the people around them. "No one has any idea that this is fake. To them, our relationship is real." Romarin raised an eyebrow and leaned in, her gaze locking onto Leon's. "And who is responsible for this deception?" Leon shrugged indifferently. "You are," he said bluntly. "You started all of this." Romarin snorted in annoyance and poked her cheek in response. "Now it's my fault?" "Didn't you use me to escape from your stalker?" Leon replied with a hint of sarcasm. "So technically, you are responsible." She scoffed and leaned back in her chair, refusing to look at Leon directly. Leon noticed the redness spreading across her cheeks, the result of her annoyance. He couldn't help but find the sight of her annoyed features incredibly attractive.

"How long will you keep staring?" She said, refusing to meet Leon's gaze. "Until you start mastering the role well," he continued, his tone playful, as he rested his cheek on his hand. Romarin was getting increasingly annoyed and was about to snap back at him when she finally decided to meet his gaze. To her surprise, he was smiling slightly, and the familiar thought crossed her mind once more. "You expect me to go along with it?" she finally snapped, and he responded with a simple yes, still smiling. The tension between them was thick in the air, and Romarin thought it was about to burst into flames. But to her surprise, they both started laughing, and it was as if the tension had simply vanished. Romarin couldn't help but think that, even if the whole thing was just an act, she was having a great time. After a while, the two of them regained their composure and Leon leaned forward, his gaze still trained on her. "So, are you thinking about punching me later?" he teased. Romarin chuckled sarcastically. "I see you know me well now," she replied, her eyes still locked on his. Finally, as if the tension that had been swirling between them had suddenly disappeared and Romarin was aware that Leon was enjoying every moment of it.

"Oh look who we have here!" Another female voice suddenly interrupted them. Romarin turned her head to see who it was, and realized it was the waitress. The waitress confidently approached their table and looked directly at the duo, admiring them. She looked at Leon and said, "It's been a long time, Leon" and then directed her attention to Romarin. "And I see that you brought a lady with you, quite the catch, I'd say," she said with a sly smile to Leon. He simply nodded, indicating that she was right, and finally spoke up. "Finally, the girl of my dreams agreed to go out on a date with me." Romarin looked at him with wide eyes in shock at what he said and whispered under her breath, "You're unbelievable..." The two of them received a gentle laugh from the waitress.

"Hehe," the waitress said, adding to the mood. "It's definitely a moment worth celebrating. Let me go get you two something special." "Of course," Leon said, "we'll have the finest champagne-" "Milk," Romarin suddenly interrupted him. She crossed her arms and looked at Leon with cold eyes, and he blinked, trying to understand what the woman in front of him was aiming for. "A cup of warm milk will do," Romarin continued. No one said anything after that, leaving a heavy silence to fill the air. Romarin continued, "Isn't it on your list here?" She looked at the waitress, and she nodded in return. "Um...yeah, but it's rare that someone would ask for that," the waitress said hesitantly. "Then we'll be the first two to ask for it," Romarin replied, a hint of slyness in her voice. "Two?" Leon whispered, surprised by what he had just heard. He received a sly look from Romarin in return, making him feel confused and intrigued all at the same time.

The cups arrived at their table, both filled with the warm white milk, which Romarin immediately began to enjoy. Romarin blew lightly on her cup to cool it before taking a sip, looking at Leon with narrowed eyes, waiting for a reaction. Leon simply took his cup and began to drink it in one go, as if it were an alcoholic beverage, and ended up finishing it a lot quicker than Romarin had anticipated. Romarin was left stunned, her lips pressed to the edge of her cup, trying to comprehend what had just happened. She watched as Leon sipped the warm liquid as if it were the rarest of fine wines, and then suddenly, he finished it, leaving a tiny puddle of milk at the bottom of the cup. Romarin couldn't help but be impressed and a little bit confused by the way Leon had downed it so easily. "Well, I guess the saying is true, 'Don't knock it until you've tried it,'" Romarin said, breaking the silence, finally taking a sip of her own cup after Leon's impressive display.

The silence between them stretched on for a few moments, Romarin's mind racing with thoughts about what Leon might say next, and how she would respond. Finally, he spoke, his voice close to a whisper, "You won't overthrow me." Romarin shrugged her shoulders, still not looking at him. "I was expecting you to refuse to drink it altogether, saying something silly like 'Milk is only for children.' I guess not," she said, a hint of amusement in her voice. "I see," said Leon, tilting his head to one side. "Well, anyway, a warm drink at a cold time like this will definitely do the trick."

Romarin's laughter was infectious, and soon Leon found himself laughing along with her, even though he wasn't sure exactly what she was laughing at. He noticed that she was pointing to his lip and realized that he had a milk mustache on his face from drinking the warm milk. To Leon's surprise, Romarin found this absolutely hilarious and couldn't stop laughing. She was wheezing and gasping for air, and Leon found himself laughing harder as she did, her laughter sounding like a beautiful melody to his ears. Seeing her like this made Leon realize how rarely he had seen her laugh, and it warmed his heart to know that he could make her smile and laugh like this. He decided to keep the milk mustache on his face, just to make her laugh a second and third time, and enjoyed their time together in the small cafe.

@reborn-elven

~END~

[trainsinanime]

WIP reblog game

I got tagged by @chaos-has-theories and @into-september. Sorry for the delay in doing this, I just forgot about it.

If you're like me and you have a million WIPs and are anxious about updating them, play this game!

List the titles your top five priorities for WIP updates (link your fics for new readers!)

An upcoming scene, event, or detail in each fic that you're looking forward to writing

Bonus: make a poll for your followers to vote on which top 5 WIP they are most excited to see an update on!

Then tag 10 writer friends!

Let's start with the stories. So, I don't trust myself with multi-chapter stories, it takes me forever to write one-shots already, so (almost) none of these are out yet. You can read the ones that are out over here.

Operation Multifail. Three-chapter story where Marinette tries to convince Chat Noir to stop thinking about Multimouse by fighting as Multimouse, badly, on purpose, so he'll think she's incompetent. It doesn't quite work out.

Kwamidaddy Adrien. Assumes Marinette is the guardian. For reasons, Chat Noir has to take the Kwamis for a while. They all promised not to tell him anything about her private life. Shouldn't be a problem, right? This one may also end up being like three chapters

Chlogami Sabrina's Wedding. I think I posted a rough outline for chapter one here: It's Sabrina's wedding, and drunk Chloé confides in also-drunk Kagami about her complicated relationship to Sabrina, how she's happy for her but also jealous but also knows that because of their baggage, it could never work, while Kagami also has feelings about Adrien's and Marinette's upcoming wedding. I have like half a first draft of a first chapter here and absolutely no clue where this might go next.

Wings AU - Learning to Land. So there's a wings AU concept for Miraculous that keeps coming up every now and then. A bit too angsty for me, but when I first heard it, I thought it was a fun idea to talk about aerodynamics and world building in that context, specifically where Marinette teaches sheltered Adrien how to fly.

Plagg Interview. Now we're deep in the dregs, I picked a folder at random. Alya publishes interviews with someone close to Chat Noir's thinking. That someone: Plagg, who has been bribed with cheese. Marinette is not happy, but she can't say anything because Alya can't learn she's Ladybug. Yeah, this one's been sitting in my folder for a while. As have the others. Probably a one-shot.

Stuff I'm looking forward to in each fic:

The whole thing is based around big action set pieces. Three big Akuma fights, one in each chapter, which Marinette tries to fail at in different ways, and fails to fail, so to speak. I have no idea how to write these well, but I think that can be fun. Super-unpopular opinion: Fanfiction has way too much angst and romance and not enough action, and I'm definitely part of the problem myself.

Adrien interacting with the Kwamis who imprint on him as their father should be really adorable. As should the Kwamis trying their best to get Adrien and Marinette to marry (without revealing too much (they will reveal too much)).

Writing the banter between Chloé and Kagami is fun. I want to write more of it. I can definitely see someone taking that concept and turning it into, for lack of a better word, "normal long fic"; you know, thirty chapters, misunderstanding, they take a trip for a few chapters and return, so on and so forth. I'm not doing that, I don't have the work ethic and it's not actually my favourite genre of fanfic anyway. But what else could this story be? Figuring that out is an interesting challenge.

Aerodynamics! Learning to land! How do you learn to fly in a Wings AU? What does "rich kids aren't allowed to fly" mean for the world building? I don't have a story here at all but I do like the setting.

Plagg and Alya scheming together should be gold. Plagg trying to barter with a Marinette who can't reveal she's the Guardian has also a lot of comedic potential. Plagg trying to teach both of them how much Adrien needs them could be very emotional. Just Plagg.

Also, do you have any title ideas for any of these? I think Operation Multifail is good, the rest are just literally the file names I chose when I started with these projects.

I am tagging, very much at random, @sizzleissues, @pauliestorylover, @oblivionhold, @wrw47, @precious-notes, @kyuunonana, @aidanchaser, @aanabear2803, @valtionrautatiet-official and @cosmiccarrotcake. The requirement for inclusion was "I found you in my activity view in the past three months", so if you don't know what fanfic is, or don't feel like doing this, do feel free to ignore this.

[asmilethatshines]

Seriously I don't know how this Tumblr thingy works =))) how to reply? Why do people writing in tags? @@ I will try to figure it out on Sunday. As for now here we go another picture.

100 Theme Challenge - Variation 1 - 51. Sports

Description: I kinda cheat with this theme. Of course you can't expect me to draw masculine men running round doing the heavy sports *sweat drop* (dang it if I could I would *cries*) so I kind of googled: Is chess a sport? Is dart a sport? And it said yesssss xDDD So here we have Mello and Near playing chess and darts (as sports) 

Author's notes:  - Here I want to introduce to you the other side of the sofa in Near's apartment's living room (in my imaginary fanfic that I have told you in previous picture). Near does a lot of activities in this area: playing with his puzzles, laying around, drawing (yayy he picks up a new hobby - there will be a picture), sleeping on his bean bag (this will appear in another picture later - yeah he seldom uses his bedroom, just sleeping around at random spots) - This happens around some time after Mello comes back from death (around some of his first visits). The idea of Near lying around and is not really focus on the game is inspired by a very short fic that I read from AO3 in which Near let Mello win on purpose 5 times and because he didn't use a chair he didn't really see the chess pieces. I incorporated it in my picture. - The idea of Near playing darts is changed a bit from my original imaginary fanfic. My initial though was that Near asked his staff for a light snack during the game and they fricking brought a pack of Pocky xD I think the snack itself brought up at that moment is not appropriate so Near used it as a game instead: he threw the sticks to the cup like that (and failed mostly). But I changed the Pocky to darts to fit the Sports theme. I know he uses a certain hand to throw darts but I am too lazy to read the manga again to know which hand. I hope I drew it correctly by chance :3 - The result of the game? Near wins of course. I don't let him lose on purpose. It will be an insult to Mello >"< but Mello can win with the dart game *hehe* - I enjoyed every moment when drawing this picture, from the pencil sketching to lineart and coloring with SAI. I realized that I don't need a lot of layers to color it, just adding blocks of different colors to the same layers and it will become shading/highlighting. The details on Mello's jacket is horrifying but again I enjoy every moment drawing it. It's like drawing Roxas' clothes (from Kingdom Hearts) but to a new level. I even added his rosary necklace. It's being extra of me though because I am sure you cannot see all the details on the small picture :3 I don't appreciate his sense of fashion (especially his black leather) but I do love all of his jackets: this red coat, the black leather vest when he rides his motorbike and the black coat with fur. If there is a chance I will draw them :3 - It took me more time than expected. I tried to finish it last night but stopped during midnight. My eyes hurt badly. And I will be away until midnight today so I try to finish this in the morning. But I think I have improved a bit from last picture yeah? *give Smile a pat on the head*

Characters: Mello Near from Death Note (I don't own Death Note)

See my other art challenges here: https://www.deviantart.com/o0asmilethatshines0o/gallery/31059579/100-theme-challenge

[eleonoraw]

New one-shot, but with fem!light this time. I couldn't stop getting ideas, so I had to write it down. Here is just first part of the fic, whole story is posted on AO3.

x X x X x X x

The room of the main investigation room was quiet again as everyone retired for the night's rest. Half of the team went home, while the other half went to their new rooms, each of which was on a separate floor, leaving the detective to be only one present in the room. The man could only hear the tapping of his fingers on the keyboard in the dim room when another sound joined it.

The sound of someone's footsteps.

The footsteps were almost inaudible, but L knew very well who those footsteps belonged to.

His prime suspect was in the room with him. He knew that there's no need to turn around though, he only spoke in his monotone: "couldn't sleep again, Light-chan?"

But L didn't get any answer right away, just like he expected, because he already knew the girl very well. The girl walked over to her chair, the chair she always sat in while they worked diligently on the case during the day, and seated herself back into it with a sigh. She put the glass of water on the table and said, "yeah, I can't sleep... obviously. Otherwise I wouldn't be here."

L smirked at the choice of words and the tone in which they were delivered, and added, to annoy the young woman a bit more, "that's quite normal for criminals, I would say, some of them have a guilty conscience that doesn't allow them to sleep peacefully." When he finished he glanced at her, with his innocent look, to see her reaction.

"Oh, fuck off, Ryuzaki! How many times do I have to tell you that I'm not Kira!" She immediately retorted and L could sense her irritation growing. Just as he planned. L still didn't know exactly why he liked to challenge her like this and push her buttons. Or... maybe he knew? The young woman provoked him many times, in many ways, and L couldn't not respond.

Even this was in a way a challenge for him - she coming to him like this in her nightgown, in the middle of the night, without any shame - 'what was she thinking??'

It is one thing when he see her on the cameras in her room, and the other thing when she materialize like this in front of him.

Suggestive... his inner voice whispers.

'She cannot sleep...' the other part of his mind reasoned.

And he is already getting ideas on how to--

L tried not to stare, he really tried, but it was impossible. Even when he tried his best, he failed. Light's breasts seemed to beckon him to touch them and to do to them whatewer he wants, even as Light's eyes glared back at him. And of course, to this addition Light didn't have a bra underneath, so her nipples were clearly visible making him hard in his jeans slowly but surely, which wasn't a good thing to happen in that moment.

L reminded himself what they were and it helped him, but only a little this time. He was sure that she was aware of her attractiveness and perhaps trying to mess with his mind and trying to seduce him in a bit non-traditional way. Her acting skills were exquisite, L has already learned that by now.

"Even if you tell me that for the millionth time, it's no use until you prove it..." L stated calmly, looking her piercingly in the eyes, "and you know that. You're a smart girl, so you must know that those words of yours are empty."

In the dimness of the room L could still see how her cheeks flushed and how she shyly looked away.

"Sadly, I have no proof... for now. And you also know that." She said after a brief moment.

"That's fair... but why can't you sleep then?"

"I don't know... I just can't sleep."

"Nightmares?"

"Sometimes... but nothing too drastic."

"You're probably missing your home then."

"Maybe... but I don't feel that way."

Well L noticed that this had been happening for several nights in a row, but usually Light would fall asleep by one hour and always staying in her room.

"I thought a short walk and a glass of water would help a little..."

"And a little chat with the greatest detective in the world. You forgot to add that." L grinned at her.

Light snorted, and covered her mouth as she started to laugh. She was suppressing her laughter, but L was glad that he managed to make her smile. Her face was no longer so serious and frowning. At least for now. Yes, L enjoyed to push her buttons, but also loved when he was the reason that improved her mood.

"Don't flatter yourself..." she added when she regained back her composure. "Yeah... well, I don't know why I came here to tell you the truth..."

"Maybe because you thought I would have a solution...? For your problem?" L said, more suggestively than he intended to, and his next mistake was to glance at ther breasts right after.

Light aburptly stood up, L barely had time to blink, and splashed that glass of water over him. L gasped in surprise and looked up at her in confusion, sitting still in his chair like a wet kitten, blinking his big eyes at her.

"You pervert!" She exclaimed glaring down at him, "making such suggestions, are you not ashamed!?"

"W-what!? I... I didn't make any sugesstions..." L maked an innocent face again and wiped the excess water from his face with his sleeve and started to get up. The corners of his lips curled up slightly so that his statement held no credibility.

"Somehow I don't believe you..."

"I'm sorry, but you misunderstood me. I don't think there was any need for you to immediately jump on me like this..." Well, here he was. Making another series of suggestions. He just couldn't help himself, but also it was her fault for reading it how it was meant to, no?

The rest is avilable only on AO3.

[hancydrewfan]

Reasons I Love SequinSmile-x, For Her Birthday

I occasionally can write a lil fic, but only when inspiration hits at exactly the right moment. So I have no gift fic for my bestie @sequinsmile-x. Instead, I offer a list of reasons I love her with my whole heart including several of my favourite fics of hers. (below the cut, because I got a lil carried away in her honour)

When Tomorrow Begins, the tragic and beautiful EPIC SAGA of one incredible AU with impeccable flashbacks. Vic had just posted chapter eight of the sequel, If Tomorrow Starts Without Me, when I discovered this series I think two years ago. It remains a favourite that I am always thinking about all the time, especially since its gutwrenching, tearjerking, perfect conclusion last year, and I have reread it at least twice.

Martha, the most perfect beautiful angel of a cat. I do not have a cat, but I have a collection of my friends’ cats that I consider my babies and I will one day meet Martha in person and officially give her all the pets she absolutely deserves.

Tequila Confessions, which I guess I accidentally gave some ideas for and then she kindly gifted it to me (the first of many, including two of three follow-ups to TC!). This fic never fails to make me laugh and cry from laughing and I cherish it for starting a long tradition of me being a doofus and Vic running with my doofusness to create magic. (Again, I apologize for Invasion. I was runnin’ my mouth, that’s on me.)

A shared love of Tim Hortons, despite us being located in different continents. I have had many text conversations with her while walking home from therapy with an iced cap or a french vanilla in my hands and Midnights playing in my ears. A truly comforting friend even though there are many thousands of miles between us. Also because she’s British she uses the beautiful U in favourite and colour and honour and it makes me SO HAPPY. (this entry is about Canada-UK relations lol)

Love You In The Dark, another iNcReDiBLe AU fic where our intrepid heroes find each other in 1963. I know she worked so hard to get the setting right, and it can be a challenge to nail the voice and actions of characters in an era so unlike their own, but she friggin’ nailed it with this one. And it was also completely terrorizing when chapters ended on horrific cliffhangers you absolute freak. Also the way she incorporates canon details in AU fics makes me weep every time!! AND when she makes little easter egg connections to her previous fics, omg. I love puzzles and consider myself to be the human embodiment of Nancy Drew, so these kind of connections and secrets thrill me to no end.

HAVE YOU SEEN HOW CREATIVE THIS GAL IS??????? Friggin. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve screamed at her for sending a header she’s designed for an upcoming fic. And the fake insta posts???? Like wtf. The way she captures their voices in FAKE SOCIAL MEDIA. Stop being so good at everything (please don’t stop you are my lifeblood).

The Way Home, which actually I can’t even speak about because I’m still upset about the last chapter, you evil little pillbug.

She is so fun and so funny and so kind and so giving to this little fandom! We have a rich collection of hotchniss reads thanks to an incredible amount of talented writers, but sorry this post is about Vic and she posts new chapters and one shots multiple times a week, totalling well over a million words on ao3, despite having like a job and friends and a life outside of the internet. I am in awe, always.

okay sorry i’ll stop embarrassing you. love you vic and happy birthday!!!!!!

[nebulouscoffee]

I was sort of starting to accept that maybe I've just lost the ability to post my writing online, and maybe I should just stop trying for a bit and take a break... but then I suddenly had an idea. what if, instead of trying and failing to post the numerous (fully complete!!!) fics and chapters from several months ago and then panic-closing the window or staring at drafts as they disappear a month later, I instead try writing, editing, and posting a brand new fic all within 24 hours? sort of like a challenge thing. a posting challenge

I really don't know why this might help. I can't think of a single logical reason. but like... these are not rational emotions we're dealing with here lmao, I literally don't understand why something that was relatively doable for me a year ago has suddenly become an impossibility. (okay I have a few theories. but it's generally not a great idea to psychoanalyse yourself and take that too seriously hehe)

anyway I think I'm going to try doing this! tomorrow or sometime this weekend maybe (this post was made purely to hold myself accountable)