#these are my top favorite characters so pls don't say why wasn't this or that there lol

[emily-prentits]

tagged by @crime-wives <33

1. how many works do you have on ao3?

59! (one of which is actually not mine, but it's been passed off to me so i can write the ending. its a long story)

2. what's your total ao3 word count?

170,144 (I DONT WANNA TALK ABOUT IT 😭)

3. what fandoms do you write for?

at the moment i'm a little all over! i have wips for grey's anatomy, silk comics, and the 2019 carmen sandiego reboot.

4. what are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Dance With Me - 326 kudos (Carmen Sandiego)

lately she's undressing for revenge - 298 kudos (Grey's Anatomy)

used to think loving meant a painful chase (but you're right here now, and I think you'll stay) - 250 kudos (Grey's Anatomy)

all the cuddles are for you - 222 kudos (Carmen Sandiego)

kissing you (again and again and again) - 199 kudos (Killing Eve)

5. do you respond to comments?

i try to! and i always get around to it eventually, unless it's a comment asking me to update etc otherwise it's not worth my time or energy.

6. what is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

you're gone (and I'm all alone) for sure. the first and only time i've written main character death (so far).

7. what's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

uhh. i don't do a lot of that. but if i had to pick from my sparse collection, i'd say You Are In Love :) short and sweet and ridiculously fluffy. my love letter to meddison <3

8. do you get hate on fics?

i don't think so! i don't write for gigantic fandoms, so the people that read my fics are usually too glad to have a new fic to nitpick my writing lmaoo. and honestly if i did i don't remember, so it clearly wasn't that important to me. shrug emoji

9. do you write smut? if so, what kind?

yep! as for what kind... well. i'll write anything if i have a strong enough vision and motivation lol. even in my one multi, there's a vast range of stuff. i'm always open to explore!

10. do you write crossovers? what's the craziest one you've written?

i don't write crossovers, personally i don't care for them, unless aus count.

11. have you ever had a fic stolen?

nope :) and if someone tries it i will make their online life a living hell :)

12. have you ever had a fic translated?

nope!

13. have you ever co-written a fic before?

yeah! i've co-written twice so far: burning (this is not a love story) with @which-star and it was intentional with @jackie-shitposts :))

14. what's your all time favourite ship?

thats a tough one 😭 but i'd have to go with silkcat from marvel comics. literally who is doing every dynamic so well like they do (no one is)

15. what's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

oh so many. SO many. including but not limited to: meddison season 18/19 neighbor au, meddison bloomington au, and are you mine? (i'm not quite yours). its exhausting having all these ideas and no motivation to write them :(

16. what are your writing strengths?

i'm told that i write complex/angsty feelings really well! and i'm glad i do lol because why is my brain like this if not to be a storyteller

17. what are your writing weaknesses?

little movements. i love them and need them. they kill me.

18. thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

i'm open to it! i'm not fluent in any languages other than english, but i could probably string together some sentences in spanish if i tried (don't ask me about my latin abilities, pls and ty.)

19. first fandom you wrote for?

the 2019 carmen sandiego reboot on netflix! that show got me into writing and is also how i met my partners :)

20. favorite fic you've written?

oh boy you're making me choose 😭 i'll say that revenge is my top 1 SO FAR. second and third is tied between intrigue (hold your breath). and already yours. these three are some of the only fics i've written that i like enough to reread.

no pressure tagging: @walshies @which-star @lisascumslut78 @itsdappleagain @peridotglimmer @sucker-for-emily-prentiss and any other writers that want to! i always forget which of my mutuals write when im tagged in stuff like this. whoops

[tobi-momo]

The Third Set

PAIRING: Tsukishima Kei x Reader

GENRE: Romance | Pining | Fluff | A lil crack (kinda)

WARNINGS: not proofread | a lil ooc and soft at the end (pls dont get mad at me 😭😭)

WORD COUNT: 1k+

A/N: hihihi ok so this idea literally came to me while reading another fic (i cant remember it now im super sorry) and it wouldnt leave my head so i couldnt NOT write it yk? pls keep in mind that it gets rlly soft at the end and really out of character😭 i just hc that does affectionate things during an adrenaline rush, like he's too hyped to care ab what going on around him he just wants to see you, and so this is basically where that came from kasjkhasd- also this is not meant to be spicy at all whatsoever (although some remarks from the others are made that way when you read) its supposed to be romantic and lighthearted, so pls dont think its that sexual😭 also thank you @awmahleebkg my wife for giving me the confidence to post this i love you baby <333

Watching Kei play was one of your favorite things to do. Sure, that might sound a little sad, but watching him and his team working together on the court was something that you wouldn't miss the world for. Until an away game came along, it taking place somewhere farther than they usually are, and since you weren't a part of the team, you couldn't take the school bus with them. So, you took the city bus. He might have told you not to, he might have told you to wait at your house for him to return and tell you about it, but you couldn't help it. This was an important game, and you needed to be there and support him.

He was nervous, although someone who didn't know as well as you wouldn't be able to tell, you were always able to see right through him. Always able to tell when he was nervous or scared, even intimidated. He found it annoying, that you were always there for him, confused as to why you dedicated your time for him, but years after your first meeting he realized that he would do the same for you. You didn't know that his heartbeat the same way for you as it did for him, and he sure as hell didn't know that the reason you stuck by him all these years was to feel that exact heartbeat next to yours.

[3:37 P.M.]

Kei <3: Stay home, y/n

Y/n: but it's an important game! i want to cheer you on!

Kei <3: I'll tell you what happens after I get home if you really want me to. But stop whining at me it's annoying.

Y/n: 😠😠 let. me. go.

Kei <3: No.

Y/n: i hate you so much

Kei <3: Sure you do

You wouldn't listen to him, of course. Why would you? You get your bag ready to leave, filling it with snacks and water bottles to help the team out.

By the time you snuck in, it was half-way past the second set. Tensions were high and sweat was dripping off their jaws while they gain each point. You made sure to stay a little quieter, not wanting Kei's attention to be drifted away from the game, especially since you weren't supposed to be there. By the time they won that set, they were tied with the other team. One more set left, things are getting really heated.

The score remained close to each other throughout the game, Karasuno being two points away from a win with their opponent three points behind them. Watching Kei as he looks at the floor with frustrated eyes, obviously mad at himself for not doing better. He frowns, taking a sip of water so no one sees it. You can see a slight tint of fear in his eyes- he was scared of losing the set. Although all you've seen were blocks of perfection, even a couple spikes that hit the court floor aggressively, points going towards Karasuno once more, he thought he wasn't doing good enough. You knew he was amazing, everyone in the room knew it too, so why didn't he?

He jogs back on the court after a timeout from the other team, getting into a serve/receive position, waiting for the ball to come over the net. The server on the other team hit the ball over, sending it straight to Nishinoya, who receives the ball perfectly, passing it to Kageyama. Backing up into the set, Hinata runs behind Kageyama, surprising the blockers on the other side of the net when Hinata smacks the floating ball down with his might. Instead of the ball hitting the floor, the left-back position receives the ball at the seam, shanking it towards the audience.

Another point.

The crowd goes wild and the air tightens as the scoreboard raises. You bounce on the bleachers and stomp your feet in excitement, knowing that this match would be over soon.

Kei exhales sharply at the whistle, relief, and nervousness seeping out of him. He can do it, he thought. Only one more point. When the ball passes him to the other side of the court, quickly moves to the right side of the net, jumping and completely regretting his decision once the ball hits the floor. He watches the ball trail off in shock, the whistle suddenly getting too loud for him. He grits his teeth in defeat, thinking that it would be over for them. His head faces the ground, his hands are balled up in fists. That's when you decide to take initiative.

Inhaling a harsh breath, you stand up putting your hands on each side of your face before yelling out to him.

"TSUKISHIMA KEI!!!"

His head whips from the floor, his eyes widening once they find yours in the big crowd. You stand out- to him at least.

"DON'T GIVE UP!!! YOU GOT THIS!! LET'S GO!!"

His pupils dilate at your figure cheering him on, suddenly wishing he hadn't told you to stay home. He didn't know you were there, or how you get here in the first place, but he was glad you came. He wanted you there. His shocked expression turned into a smirk of confidence before he turns back around and goes to his position. The whistle blows once more, telling the server that they can go. He refocuses on the court, watching the ball and everyone near it, analyzing everyone's movements and predicting where the ball is going to go. The big spiker on the other team runs towards the net with his approach, swinging his arms back, ready to slam the ball down as Kei quickly beats him to it, jumping and raising his arms on top of the net in defense.

The ball smacks the floor of the court.

Kei's eyes glow when his feet touch the ground again.

They won.

He tries his best to catch his breath, heaving once his teammates trample him on the ground. You scream in victory, jumping up and down, sprinting down the bleachers to the team, them welcoming you with tight hugs and cries of joy. Electricity coursed through Kei's veins, adrenaline making his sight clearer, his hearing less muffled and his breathing a lot clearer.

You see Kei on the other side of the court, getting up and steadying himself on his feet once you two lock eyes. You run towards him with a fast pace, him reciprocating as his legs speed up toward you. You jump on him, clinging to him as much as you could when wrapping your legs around him, digging your head in his shoulder. His hand immediately grab the back of your thighs for support, helping your body balance on his while you tug on his neck.

You praise him, telling him how proud you were of him picking himself up and being the best, telling him how amazing his blocks and spikes were, how amazing he was. You could hear his breathless laughs of joy, a genuine smile painting his face when you subconsciously pepper his face in firm pecks from your lips, showering him in sweet affection for his win.

"YOU DID SO AMAZING KEI!! I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!! THAT WAS SO COOL!! YOU SHOULDA SEEN YOURSELF OUT THERE! OH MY GOD THAT WAS- THAT WAS PERFECT!! I KNOW YOU WERE DOUBTING YOURSELF A LITTLE BIT BUT YOU WERE AMAZING THE WHOLE TIME I MEAN-"

Your words muffle when his lips crash onto your- a rough, exciting kiss that has you moaning in his mouth from surprise and desperation from wanting this for the longest time. Your hands slide up from his neck to his cheeks, palming them and pulling him closer while your lips disconnect and reconnect rapidly, not being able to get enough of each other. His hands subtly, but firmly squeeze your thighs while you tilt your head, giving him the chance to kiss you deeper. The amount of emotion going through your bodies, desperation, love, excitement, impatience, relief, mixing with the adrenaline in your system's causing your worlds to finally collide and mix.

"What are they doing?"

"I don't know but I feel like I'm interrupting something"

"I think they're the ones interrupting"

"Just let them have this one, guys"

"They are literally about to do it on the court how am I not supposed to feel uncomfortable, Suga-san?"

"Aw, these lovebirds are finally getting together, I knew it would happen"

"Liar, you bet they wouldn't!"

"Tanaka-san! You weren't supposed to say anything!"

You couldn't hear any of the banter in the background, your only focus was him, and his only focus was you. And all the team could do was watch.

pls i know this was rlly ooc im super sorry

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[jeagerism]

I saw that your drabble requests are open! If you have time can you do an angst to fluff pls with the prompt “I’m sick of trying” but not in a mad way.. maybe more like “I’m tired of trying” cause she has just given her all to him and he just doesn’t appreciate it at all. Character, Jeon Jungkook pls!! 🙇🏽‍♀️

ooh this request. i lov lov lov writing angst ! it's like, soothing for me. idk that makes me sound fucked up but ! here you go bby ! thank you for requesting, n sorry it took a lil longer than i thought !

jeon jungkook + "i'm sick of trying"

Jungkook is in love with you.

He knows that, he's positively sure of it, actually.

It's a fact among any other. The sky is blue, his favorite color is black, and he's in love with you. If anyone were to ask him, though, he'd probably deny it.

Things are fine as they are, he thinks. You've got a good thing going between the two of you, if you could even call it a thing. He's fine with the touches that linger a little too much to be friendly. With the flirting that never lead anywhere serious, although it could have.

And you're great. You're amazing, the sweetest person he's met and will ever meet. He'd be lucky to have you and be able to call you his, in a different way, a non best friend way. You do too much for him, and he knows that, knows he doesn't deserve it. But he doesn't make any effort to change it.

He's fine with things in the moment. Nothings needs to change, as far as he's concerned. Because he's in love with you, yeah, but he's scared to love you.

"Why do you look sad?"

Snatching his gaze from the television, which he wasn't even paying attention to - some old rerun of Grey's Anatomy you'd asked him to watch - Jungkook hums. "I don't, I was just thinking."

"About?" You plop back down onto the couch a few feet away, resuming your position with your feet in his lap.

Shrugging, he wets his lips with a sigh. "Nothing. Just remembered I've gotta finish that project I've got due for my engineering professor." A lie, and he can tell you realise that, but you don't push.

Another reason to love you. You don't force him to talk about things. The two of you have known each other long enough to know these things about each other. You're patient with the things you've learned to be cautious about. It works.

"Mm, well, before you have to slave away to finish that, wanna have some fun?", you ask, grinning at him. "Namjoon is throwing a party-"

He groans, throwing his head back against the old material of his couch. "Last time we went to one of his parties there was a house fire."

You sit up straight, laughing. "Yeah, but that was, like, an accident! Jimin is scared of fire, why would he purposely try anything with it." Jungkook's not convinced at all, which calls for your puppy dog eyes and pouted lip. "Please? Two hours tops, and if you still wanna leave we can."

And who is he to say no?

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. Two hours. And if I wanna leave we're coming back here and watching shitty movies."

Your smile is like the sun coming up.

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Prior to contrary belief, Jungkook isn't a violent guy. Sure, he's thrown a punch or two, but every time it's been in self defense for either him or his friends. And college rumors tended to be the nastiest, so he understands how things like that can get twisted.

Not that he really cares what the random people in his classes thought. The only opinions he'd found himself caring about recently have been yours and the boys'. Especially yours. Not that he's ever going to admit that. Ever.

But Jungkook has a knack for messing things up spectacularly for himself. Up until a few moments ago, he'd avoided that with you.

"You're so stupid."

Jungkook glances at you through his unbruised left eye, huffing. "Yeah, yeah." The frown you're sporting aches more than his eye, though, so he everts his gaze.

"You shouldn't have punched him." You rifle through the drawers of the bathroom, pulling out a small first aid kid. "I'll have to buy Namjoon more first aid stuff." You click open the box with a sigh, shoulders dropping. "You shouldn't have punched him-"

"What was I supposed to do?" He turns, a regret as pain blooms from his side. The worried look you throw at him isn't deserved, because as much as he wants to deny it, you're right. He had been stupid. "Let him continue being an ass to you? Fuck, a thank you would be nice." Jungkook doesn't mean the last part, but he's on a roll of pain and adrenalin and something else he's trying to push away.

"A thank you for getting your ass beat?" Shuffling over to him, you lift his chin with your fingers, avoiding his eyes as you check out the bruises on his face. You don't say anything else other than that for awhile, beginning to clean up his injuries as best as you can.

"There", you murmur, stepping away after smoothing down a bandaid to a cut on his cheek, "all better." You brace both hands on the edge of Namjoon's counter, and you still haven't looked at him. "You know I..."

Focusing on you, Jungkook runs his tongue across his lips. "You?"

Chuckling under your breath, you tap your foot a few times before glancing up and making eye contact with yourself in the mirror. "I, um, I try really hard, you know? To get you to notice me, and stuff. And sometimes I know it works, because I feel you. But then...I see you across the room at a party I had to beg you to come to, flirting with some girl who's head over heels, because you're you.

"You're you and that's, that's great, Jungkook, you're great. I think the world of you, and I know you know that. I know you know that I'm...", you take a breath, "that I'm kind of a little bit completely head over heels for you, too."

"What?" Stupid. Because he knows what, Jungkook's known what for ages. He's seen the way your eyes light up when you see him, or the way you gravitate towards him whenever you're in the same room. He knows because it's like that for him, too.

He's just too scared of what admitting that he knows means.

Breathing out through your nose, you shrug. "I'm in love with you?" And now you look at him, now you search his eyes with your own for something.

Jungkook isn't a bad guy. He worries about being a bad guy, and he likes to think that, if he was bad, he wouldn't worry. He's not bad, not for being in love with his best friend, not for being scared of that love. But he feels like the biggest asshole in the world at his next words.

"I can't."

He can. I can, I can, I can. It's something he wants to scream until his throat is raw. He can, he just needs to know how. He doesn't say this. Instead he watches you splutter and search for words with his heart beating out of his chest.

Because you just said you were in love with him. And yeah, he's known. But knowing and hearing are two different things.

"You can't?" Shaking your head, you lick your lips. "Jungkook I know you...I didn't over think...was all of it nothing, then? You don't...you don't-"

"I do!" He hops up from his place on the toilet, reaching out for you, hands doing the familiar song and dance of holding yours. "I do, I just...things are good like this, right? Things are simple and written out, and I just...I know how to do this. But anything else is just...I can't. I do, okay, but I..."

"But you can't." And god, he swears he sees the moment you shatter. "That's okay. I just...I did so much, to get you to notice and realise, and even when you did, it wasn't...I'm just tired." Your hands slip from his with little difficulty. "I'm sick of trying."

Backing up, you avoid his eyes again. "Um, clean your cuts and stuff tomorrow. Take some Advil and drink water. I'll tell Namjoon about his first aid k-"

"Where are you going?"

Jungkook hates himself in this moment.

"I'm tired of trying."

He's watched you leave a room more times that he can count. But he also knows that he's been right behind you each time. It's different now. He feels cold. The door clicks shut behind you.

The bathroom is quiet again.

He's not sure what part of him hurts worse.

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