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cranberrymoons · 9 months

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here you come again (16,172 words, rated E, stommy)

Steve and Tommy haven't talked in nearly three years. After everything, maybe the best way forward is back.

for the rest of mine (644 words, rated M)

It happens on a Tuesday night, with the soft whirl of the dishwasher running in the kitchen and ESPN on low in the background and Chris’s homework left laying out on the coffee table when he went to bed about an hour ago.

heart in throat (am i dreaming?) (1,227 words, rated T)

I kissed someone, he imagines himself saying eventually, when he’s ready. I think I really like him. Just like that. No big announcement, no declaration, but just – just letting it sit there and breathe between them.

already standing on the ground (1,195 words, rated T)

Buck lets out a laugh, one hand coming up to scratch at the back of his neck. Laughing like he’s relieved, like he can’t quite believe the words coming out of his own mouth. “We were on a date.” And – Eddie blinks. “Oh.”

current wips

the seas be ours (steddie pirates au) (2 works, 10,943 words, rated E)

Eddie The Dread Pirate Munson captures the Harrington heir with the intent of ransoming him back to his family for an easy payout. He really could not have guessed what he was getting himself into.

back in the new york groove (26,823 words, rated E) summer 1999 | tumblr post | ch 6/? rockstar eddie/middle school teacher steve, soft dom steve

“Ha!” Eddie says, jabbing a finger into Steve's chest. “I have a publicist. That automatically makes me cooler than you.” “Oh yeah? Well I have about eighty twelve year olds back in Santa Monica who think I’m the coolest guy on the planet.” (new york isn't home, but it's the next best thing) Steve and Eddie chaotically parenting their gen-z toddler in the late 90s (part of the future fic series)

future fic series (23 works, 64,995 words, rated G-E)

a love letter to the idea of home or, the happily-ever-after future in which Eddie is a rockstar and Steve is a middle school teacher and they have a bunch of kids and live by the ocean (rockstar eddie + middle school teacher steve)

a love to last past saturday night (3,550 words, rated T for now but will go up in later chapters) | ch 1/? coffee shop au

There’s a little cafe at the end of Steve’s block that he’s only ever been in once. It’s called Corroded Coffee and it’s dark in there and maybe a little pretentious, but not pretentious as in… people reading classic novels or having discussions about French Cinema. Pretentious in the sense that there’s an intimidating collection of vinyl records taking up half an entire wall and they use single origin arabica beans and the scary baristas look at you sideways if you order regular milk in your latte.

complete/one shots

so fondly today (8,267 words, rated E, complete) processing trauma, getting together | tumblr post

Eddie's hair is pulled up on top of his head, and there’s a piece of it falling down to frame his face, and Steve’s sleep-deprived brain sends a shock of want rushing through him. Want: he wants to touch? Wants to look? He’s looking. Wants to… something? He feels electricity crackle at the backs of his teeth and he blinks, wanting. Wanting so badly that something aches inside his chest. (it's been a few months since everything, and steve is beginning to realize some things about himself)

get it off your chest (7,415 words, rated E, complete) rough sex, spanking, read the ao3 tags! | tumblr post

“You think this is me taking you apart?” Eddie asks. He lets go of Steve’s hair and plants a hand in the center of his chest, then gives him a shove toward the bed. “That’s adorable, Steve. Seriously.” (or, steve and eddie have life-affirmingly good sex) aka my Consent Is Sexy manifesto

dressed up to the eyes (8,737 words, rated E, complete) rough sex, spanking, read the ao3 tags! | tumblr post

Steve almost didn’t come out tonight. It’s been a long day, and he kind of just wants to be at home in his sweatpants, curled up on the couch with takeout and an old movie, but – But he’d agreed to be social tonight – if nothing else, in Robin’s honor since she was supposed to have a date tonight but is trapped in bed with the flu – and so… here he is. Being social. Ish. Socialish. Steve and Eddie are strangers in a bar... or are they?

something so pretty (3,087 words, rated M, complete) | tumblr post

Eddie raises Steve's hand to brush a kiss over his knuckles, then catches him around the waist again, swaying them back and forth to the rhythm of a Bangles song coming from the radio. “I said you look pretty, and I meant it. Deal with it.” Steve feels a reluctant smile pull at the corners of his mouth. “Really?” (the girls paint steve's nails and it causes him to feel several enormous feelings)

can't start a fire (3,831 words, rated T, complete) | tumblr post

“Are you sure this is okay?” Steve asks in an undertone once everyone has arrived that first night. He looks genuinely nervous, which is… insane; he’s a bat-wielding, bat-biting jock who saved the world, and Eddie’s just – “I don’t think your friends like me very much.” Eddie feels the corners of his mouth draw down as he follows Steve’s eyeline to where the others are huddled in the corner talking amongst themselves. (steve doesn't need people taking care of him. except, maybe he kind of likes it when they do)

the sweetest thing (14,022 words, rated E, complete)

It had started out simple enough between them, Eddie making some off-hand comment about Steve not being able to hold out for a whole month and Steve, ever unable to back down from a challenge, rising to the bait. “Whatever,” he’d said, rolling his eyes. “A month? Please.” He could do a month. Easy. He just hadn't counted on Eddie being – well. Himself. eddie goads steve into a No Nut November challenge; he never said anything about taking it easy on him

misc. series:

kinktober 2023 (14 works, 39,566 words, rated T-E)

a collection of fics written for kinktober 2023 and eddie month 2023 prompts – works can also be found on tumblr under the "kinktober 2023" tag

steddie microfic (14 works, 5,644 words, rated G-E)

a collection of microfic written for the monthly steddiemicrofic challenges – works can also be found on tumblr under the "steddiemicrofic" tag

discord drabbles (9 works, 4,476 words, rated G-E)

a collection of drabbles/microfics written for daily discord prompts – works can also be found on tumblr under the "discord drabble" tag

steddie holiday drabbles (27 works, 20,670 words, rated T-E)

the 2023 fic advent calendar! a collection of fics between 300-1,000 words each, written for steddieholidaydrabbles' prompts and warm-up rounds – works can also be found on tumblr under the "steddieholidaydrabbles" tag

miscellaneous lol

kill of the night (1,067 words, rated T, complete) fandom: crazyhead | tumblr post

“Do you remember the Hell Ball?” Raquel frowns, setting down her own slice. “You mean the one a few days ago where I almost got murdered and turned into a portal for demons to enter our mortal coil and take over the planet?” “Yeah,” Amy says. “That one.” “Then yeah,” Raquel says. “Guess I remember it.”

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ali-annals · 11 months

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The Most Master of Lists

Happy Endings (or the option for one, in CYOE cases) are the standard here.

(I also write for other fandoms [currently only DC works are posted], so check out my masterlist on my main for more #ali writes!)

NOTE: Most fics with Chloe will be (past) Chloe Redemption. It’s 50/50 if a fic will be Adrien sugar or salt. Fics with the akuma class mentioned will vary between sugar/redemption/salt.

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bio-dad John Constantine | G | Daminette | 1S | bio-dad John Constantine AU

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Marinette “Valkyrie” Wayne + AU | G | Marijon | S | Marinette is adopted by Bruce Wayne after her parents died in a car crash. She figures out her new family are the Bats, but she also has a secret. Meanwhile, Bruce is looking for Ladybug, who retired and disappeared into thin air | Submitted to Marijon Week 2023 | 9.6k | May ‘23 | (complete)

Accidental Marriage AU | T+ | Jasonette | S | Jasonette ID shenanigans, inspired by TheCuriousCat's 'You die a hero or live long enough to be the Villain' on ao3, aka Mari is arrested by the JL for being Hawkmoth (but does she stay in jail? No, no she does not) | requested by @/miraculousmelodies |

Winter 2021/2022

clover blooms in the fields/spring breaks loose, time is near | G/T | Alfred x Marinette | 1S |

Soulmates Soulhates | T | Daminette | S | Soulmate AU

Everything Has Changed | Marinette adoption AU, twisted (tbh I also forget what this is about-) |

Renagerie: Enemies or Lovers? | T | Jasonette | 1S | They hate each other’s guts...or do they? | Submitted for Day 11 of Jasonette July 2023 | 1.3k |

It’s a Small World | G | Jasonette | 1S | Bio-sibling Timari, Mari knew the Waynes before she met them as Jason’s fiancee | 2.1k |

I Wanted a Date, Not a Spouse! | G | Jasonette | 1S | Marinette bemoans her dry love life to her aunt. Jason is done with dating and tells his mom if she wants a daughter-in-law to find one herself. He should've known she would take him seriously | 0.7k | April ‘23

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The Terrifying Trio | G | Daminette, platonic MariDanny | 1S | DCxMLBxDP. Everyone knew about the T3, as they called themselves. No one imagined they were real until they met them, and then they wished they hadn’t; the trio were far more terrifying than their tales | 1.3k | March ‘23

April 2023

Sugar & Bikes | MM | G | Jasonette | 1S | Biker meet car passenger…only Marinette's the biker | 0.4k |

Outflirting an Outlaw | MM | G | Roynette | 1S | Mari tries out a pick-up line | 0.15k |

Ice to Meet You | MM | G | Daminette | 1S | Marinette mistakes her new partner for her coach and a meet cute (meet ugly?) ensues | 1.1k |

Sweet Denials | T | Konnette | 1S | fluff & kisses | 0.3k |

The Very First Night | IbTS | M | Jasonette | 1S | Marinette and Jason's relationship inspired by the lyrics of the title song | 3.1k |

Pretty Petty Pranks | G | Brucinette | 1S | Prompt: “Damn right I'm pretty.”/“I said petty.” | Written for MGI SWB 2023, Unsubmitted | 1.5k |

All’s Fair in Love and Prank Wars | G | Jasonette, platonic Timari | 1S | Prompt: "Damn right I'm pretty."/"I said petty." | Written for MGI SWB 2023, Submitted | 1.7k |

maroon | T+ | Dickinette | 2S | Vampire King Dick meets civilian Marinette. CYOE | 3.3k | sequel |

May 2023

high tide came and brought you in | T | Jasonette |1S | Little Mermaid AU where Jason is Ariel and Marinette is Eric. One-sided Daminette. Reverse Robins AU | 6.5k | Written for MerMay 2023, Submitted/ Requested by @/wildbookcat |

June 2023

from all the memories stored in my heart | G | Timari | 1S | Angsty. Prompt: “Don’t forget who you belong to” but Safe For Coffee. | 1.3k | Requested by @/the-coffee-fandom |

Jasonette Fluff Drabble #1 | G | Jasonette | 1S | Fluff | 0.25k | Requested by @/sarcasticbambi |

Cracket | G | Timari | 1S | Fluff and Crack | 0.6k | Written out of spite and dared to by @/boldlyanxious |

July 2023

you’re the hero flying around, saving face | T | platonic Adrinette | S | 1.1k | Angsty, bloody (I was depressed while I was writing it) | sequel |

long live all the magic we made | IbTS | T | Jasonette | 1S | 9.5k | Long Live AU, small Danny Phantom crossover |

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Stupid in Love | T | Timari | 1S | 2.4k | Fluff | Shutterbug Server Angst v Fluff 2024 submission |

April 2024

angel, don’t fly so close to me (i’ll pull you down eventually) | MM | T | Jasonette | 1S | 0.4k | Fluff |

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oonajaeadira · 2 years

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The Tranquil Bliss of Moonlit Dessert

(TARTA DE SANTIAGO - Sweets Series)

Rating: T. Fluffy AF.

Fandom: The Unbearable Weight of Massive Talent

Pairing: Javi Gutierrez and f!reader (his assistant “Girl Sunday.”)

Warnings: Spoilers for the movie Fight Club. Teensy bit of angst, passionate nerdiness, soft!Javi G.

Summary: When Javi’s out at a dinner meeting, you try not to be jealous about the food. Or the company.

A/N: This is how it is now, my heart is officially soft for a fluffy man. If you’re interested in where the nickname “Sunday” comes from, you can find the answer in the first fic at the series masterlist!

You have a mess of paperwork to sort through before tomorrow, but it can wait for just a little while. The sea has pulled you down, beckoned you out through your office patio doors, down the winding staircase to the strip of beach where the sand is the softest, the little cove under the Gutierrez mansion nearly glowing under the light of a full moon.

This is your spot in the evenings and everyone in the house knows it, knows that if they cannot find you first in your office to shine a light down the hill and they may find you there, looking out over the dark waters and inching your toes deeper and deeper into the still-warmed sands, the lower layers retaining much of the Mediterranean sunlight from the perpetually bright days.

The waves lap here but do not crash, they stay back and never sneak, they talk quietly but never force conversation.

The lights from town bleed in warm pastels down at the end of the stretch of beach and your eyes can’t help but wander their way now and again, no matter how pretty and big and bright the moon hangs over the water.

Javi is somewhere over there at La Cocina, swallowed up in all those far off lights, but probably sits at a patio table in the dim glow of one candle reflected off several wine glasses and silverware. One of his favorite restaurants. He’s taken you there to some client meetings, but once or twice it was just the two of you when he wanted to get out of the house. Tonight he would be sitting there with his father and the Torres’--Mr. Torres of Torres International and his daughter Belinda.

His very pretty, very single daughter. The one who had dated the Hollywood star. They would have a lot to talk about.

The appointment has been on the calendar for weeks and you’d watched it getting closer and closer, knowing full well what Mr. Gutierrez Sr’s intentions were for his bachelor son.

Still. Javi was interested in talking to Mr. Torres about upping the renewable sources in the supply chain and you wanted him to be at his best, both professional and casual at once, so you’d suggested he wear the maroon blazer with the patterned coral shirt. Power and ease. What you didn’t tell him was that it also brought out his rosier undertones and gave him a handsome glow.

And Belinda was sure to wear something stunning to cling to her classic curves…. If he found the want to flirt with her, the most you could do for him was make sure he cut a good match for her, looked the equal to a fancy socialite. His very best.

His success was your success after all. In all things.

A bitter little thorn of jealousy tears at you as you let a handful of sand sift through your fingers. But not because of the company, you tell yourself. Because La Cocina has your favorite pasta menu on the coast and their desserts are to commit crimes for. Oh god, their flores de hojaldre, the arroz con leche, the tarta de Santiago! Oh, that one especially. You remember the day you’d ordered the tart–Javi had refused to leave until you ordered a dessert, presuming correctly that you had declined out of politeness. One bite and you’d fallen in love with its sugary richness. And when Javi said he’d never actually tried it, you’d offered him a forkful then watched his face contort until you were sure he would weep outwardly with joy.

And then he stole your plate and ate your portion. But not before calling the waiter over and ordering another for you. Plus a whole tart to take home.

He’d sat at the corner beachside table–probably the same one he was sitting at right now, in his favorite chair where he could turn and see the sea on one side and La Cathedral on the other–gushing, moaning, anguishing over every bite and you’d done a truly terrible job of hiding your laughter.

Whatever you didn’t spend in amusement that day shakes silently through you now, a beautiful leftover for a beautiful warm night.

“Oh no, are you cold? You are trembling–” A pair of brown leather loafers and a bakery box land in the sand next to you as you look up to catch Javi taking off his blazer.

“Mr. Gutierrez! You’re back early.” The blazer comes down around your shoulders, still warm, the inner layers retaining the radiated glow from your perpetually generous boss. “I thought you’d be out all night.”

“It was a very successful evening.” Sitting next to you, he mirrors your position–knees bent and toes digging in to find the warmth below. “Mr. Torres will agree to look into more sustainable transport systems. You should expect a call from him tomorrow to set up a meeting. I wanted to leave while the night was still pleasant and everyone was happy.”

“Congratulations. What did your father have to say? Was he pleased?”

The pastel lights shine a halo around Javi’s profile as he looks out over the sea. His sharp nose and chin take a supporting role as his brow and lower lip try to steal the stage in a befuddled frown. “Maybe. But I do not think he was focused on this deal. I think he only wanted to put me in a room with Belinda Torres.”

Your heart jumps a little, interest brimming at his disapproving tone. “Oh? Not your idea of a good date?”

“Belinda Torres?” He scoffs.

At first it seems that’s all he has to offer. Javi is not one to wallow in negativity and if he doesn’t have anything nice to say would rather change the subject or stay silent. But something is gnawing at him--he wraps his arms around his knees and rocks a little in the sand--and it doesn’t take long to come out with a little more force than you’re used to, needing to air a grievance he’s obviously been carrying too long.

“I once caught her at a party agreeing that Fight Club was her favorite movie, but she does not believe Edward Norton and Tyler Durden are the same person! She thought I was being ‘artistically critical’ and reading things into the film that were not there. But that is the whole movie! How can you be a fan and not know this? Then I asked her what the first rule was, and she had no idea!” He’s getting worked up now, his curls bouncing as he slaps a palm into the sand. “Increíble! It is so frustrating! That is not a fan– I think…I think maybe she hasn’t even seen the whole film.”

It’s clearly very serious, so you do your best to hide your grin in the lapel of the blazer. “The audacity!”

He shakes his head, frowning out over the beach in a frustrated passion. “And I have never seen her smile and mean it. Not once. There is no truth in her smile. She is a terrible liar in many ways.”

Watching him from the confines of the blazer, your own smile softens, understanding not only his propensity for authenticity, but the keen ability to gauge it in others. If only he wouldn’t let it hurt him so much when he cannot find it.

“The tragedy!” You whisper.

This catches his attention. He turns to find you peering at him over the lapel and after a moment of realization that he is here on this beach with you and no longer face to face with a cinematic poser, his irritation dispels into conspiratorial amusement. “She does not even eat sweets. Would not even allow a dessert menu on the table.”

You let your eyes punch wide. “No! At La Cocina? The horror!”

This is when he turns to pick up the bakery box from the sand and dusts it off. “Yes. It was very sad. I had to order something to go.”

When the box lands in your hands, you know exactly what’s inside by the weight of it, the dense almond and sugar making it pleasantly heavy, light aromatic traces of cinnamon and lemon escaping even before you lift the cover on the tart–an extra large slice.

After quickly patting his pockets and not finding what he needs there, he mutters a tiny “Ah!” in remembrance as he leans in close and reaches around you, searching the far pocket of the blazer, coming away with two silver forks.

Again the anguished groans as he enjoys every bite, the clash of tines as he plays at battling you for more than half when in reality making sure you get the bigger share, almost begging you to take extra. The moonlight makes a skipping path of light over the lazy sea, jumping from the water to the forks, from there to his eyes when he smiles as you chew through a happy sigh.

There’s still a mountain of paperwork on your desk, but it can wait. When there is warm sand and a full moon and a soft sea, when there is a Javi dressed in his best bearing a tarta de Santiago, it can wait.

When there is such sweetness, the world can just wait.

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Update: Artwork for this chapter commissioned from @miranhas-art

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foreverandalwayscrysis · 5 years

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Eisha’s Bellarke Fic Rec Masterlist

An anon asked me (BACK IN AUGUST, I’M SORRY ANON) for my favorite Bellarke fics and I kinda went overboard? Not sorry. The ones bolded & italicized are some of my top favorites/most memorable ones I’ve read!

Authors, if you’d like me to remove your tags, please let me know! All links lead to AO3 profiles.

Modern AU - Multiple Chapters

Picking Up What You’re Laying Down – rated E – by verbaepulchellae – @verbam

Yall... I owe this fic my firstborn.

Aurora Borealis – rated E – by enoughtotemptme – @enoughtotemptme - tattoo artist Bellamy and florist Clarke? Yes.

The Odds are Good – rated E – by tacosandflowers – @tacosandflowers - This is the whitewater kayaking fic you didn’t know you needed, BUT YOU DO.

Extra bonus: New Expectations – Rated T

Sleight of Hand - rated E - by prosciutto - enemies to friends to lover while on a heist and honestly, I wasn’t ready.

Don’t Wake Me, I’m Not Dreaming – rated M – by grumpybell - @grumpybell - If you haven’t read Erin’s works by now, what are you doing? Go. Read. Fall in love. Cry! (hi Erin!!!)

when there’s nothing left to burn, you have to set yourself on fire - rated M - by theoneinquisitor

“the angsty bellarke boxing fic literally no one asked for”

Vienna Waits For You - rated M - by panem_et_circenses

“ Clarke sort of launches herself - or maybe just her lips? - at Bellamy to avoid an awkward encounter with her ex.”

tooi mirai ni doko e yuku no - rated E - by Chash

I Make My Own Luck – rated M – by somethingofatrainwreck

After All - rated E - by lightyears

When The Sun Came Up, You Were Looking At Me) – rated M – by heartsinsync - @lydia-martin

Just Like the Kids in Art School Said They Would – Rated M – by LayALioness

100 Ark Street – rated T - by smallerontheoutside - @smallerontheoutside

My Mind Forgets to Remind Me (You’re a Bad Idea) – rated M – by prosciutto - @prosciuttoe

You Should Say Hi – rated M – by redwild_rush

Every Little Thing She Does is Magic – rated T – by prosciutto

AUs – One Shots/Single Chapters/Drabbles

Canon AU:

sleeping like we’re lovers - rated M - by cassiesandsmarked

And then it’s just too much (I cannot get you close enough) - rated E - by verbaepulchellae

the spine of your body and its bones - rated T - by coffee_grounders

Coffeeshop AUs:

Name Tag – rated T – by HomebodyNobody - @smolmontygreen

Life Stories Are Second Date Material – rated G – by nymja - @gizkasparadise

Always Me That Ends up Getting Wet – rated T - by chash - @ponyregrets

Where Everybody Knows Your Name - rated G - by chash

Let Me Show You Them - rated G - by chash

A Cup of Coffee, a Sandwich and You – rated T – marauders_groupie - @marauders-groupie - Bellarke being total nerds with matching shirts, obviously.

Lights, camera, action – rated E – by orphan_account - This account has over 4485 fandoms. If you can name it, it has it. There are 324 fics for The 100.

Not An Average Cup of Joe - rated G - by Kacka - @katchyalater

College/University AU:

Cancelled Benefits – rated E – by asroarke - @asroarke

Sounds Fake But Okay - rated T - by asroarke - @asroarke

Embrace it, princess because I love everything about you – rated E – by EmmaVentury

what goes around comes around (just like a flip turn) - rated M - by emullz

Game on – by winterwaters

Wrapped It Up and Sent It – rated T – by prosciutto

How You Get The Girl – rated E - by chash - @ponyregrets

The Cosmic Ballet Goes On - rated T- by chash

The Man Who’s Working Hard For You - rated T - by chash

No One Can Lift the Damn Thing - rated M - by chash

Last Round For A.M. Lovers - rated T - by LayALioness

How It Is For Us - rated M - by LayALioness

This is good a place to fall as any – rated E – by MissMarissa

We will stumble through heaven – rated E – by MissMarissa

Tastes sweet like sugar – rated E – by lightyears

Sexretary – rated E – by lightyears

Love is a Trip (But Fuckin’ is a Sport) – rated E – by caramelle

Gimme That Sugar With The Sweet Talk - rated E - by twilightstargazer

You Think This Happens Every Day? - rated E - by arysa13

Fantasy/Magic AU:

With A Mouthful of Thorns - rated T - by grumpybell

Only The Sound of Our Breath Soaks In - rated G - by LayALioness

Make My Messes Matter - rated T - by prosciutto

what do stars do best? - rated G - by MercuryM

It’s Such An Ancient Pitch - rated G -by LayALioness

Flower Shop AUs:

The Nature of My Game – rated T – by chash

Next To You (The Skies are Blue) – rated M – by thingcalledlove

Flower Therapy – rated G – by dimplesmcflirt - @thesongwithin

Bellamy steals flowers from Clarke’s garden to visit his mother’s grave.

Stubborn Asshole - rated E - by dimplesmcflirt

Bellamy apologizes with a yellow balloon.

Glasses!Bellamy:

Seldom Make Passes – rated T – by chash

Suddenly I see (this is what I wanna be) – rated T – by caramelle

Harry Potter AU:

The Giant Squid’s Got Nothing On You – rated T – by twilightstargazer - @hiddenpolkadots

Why Don’t We Break The Rules, Already? - rated M - by LayALioness

where dwell the brave at heart - rated T- by spiekiel

Pro Bono - rated T - by chash

Curriculum Vitae - rated T - by chash

Librarian!Bellamy:

Check Me Out – rated E – by chash

Don’t Trust People Who Read Fight Club - rated T - by maurauders_groupie

let your magic pull me in - rated T - by MercuryM

gonna check you out - rated T - by kay_emm_gee

Modern Setting AU:

third time’s the charm - not rated* - by cosmic_kate

see they want to buy my pride - rated T - by spiekiel

People Are Strange When You’re A Stranger - rated G - by LayALioness

stumbling upon cosmos - rated M - by flirtingwithtrackers

a character study (of sorts) - rated T - by orangecoconut

Bellarke from Murphy’s perspective.

Happy New Year, Losers – rated T – by by chash - The Office AU!

Better to Give than to Receive – rated E – by chash

Sequel: Tis The Season - rated T - by chash

If You Do It Right, It is Sublime – rated T – by chash

We Never Go Out of Style - rated T - by chash

The Weather Outside is Frightful - rated E - by chash

What We Do To Each Other - rated M - by maurauders_groupie

You Look As Good As The Day I Met You - rated T - by prosciutto

Bellarke with Pets:

To Those Who Know How to Listen – rated T – @enoughtotemptme

Love in the Time of Cats – rated G – by sheryl_sems

Puppy Love - rated G - by asroarke

Roomates AU:

A Little Bit of Something (God, It’s Better Than Nothing) – rated T – by grumpybell

Someday – rated T

No Space Lies In Between - rated M - by prosciutto

Social Media Bellarke:

after the beep (i’ll tell you i love you) - rated T - by emullz

Flowers Fade, But The Internet Lasts Forever – not rated – by caramelle

Why Do You Write Like You’re Running Out Of Time - rated T - by chash

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sassycassie-s-writing · 6 years

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Returning the Flash Drive

By: SassyShoulderAngel319

Fandom/Character(s): DC/BatFam - Jason Todd/Red Hood

Rating: PG

Original Idea: An AU prompt list I found on Pinterest but was from Tumblr.

Notes: (Masterlist)(By Character)(About Me) The italic blocks of text are parts of the original project. And that original project is actually an actual original project of mine. @welovegroot @batboys-and-other-messes Posting way early today because why not and I have no self-control

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Jason plopped down at the library computer, fully intending to just search the catalog for Sense and Sensibility, check it out, and leave.

But he got distracted by the bright blue flash drive sticking out of the USB port. There was a piece of blue masking tape on the side, with a heavily worn-out name written on it. But it was so worn, all he got was a T and maybe an e. Though it could have been a g. He wasn’t sure.

Curious, he clicked out of the library catalog window, and found the drive on the desktop. It was named, “Bat-Drive.” He couldn’t help but snicker as he opened it up.

There was a long list of Microsoft Word docs immediately there with weird file names. Angst Galore, Crimson Poison, Duct Tape and Safety Pins, For What I Love, and Winter Went Down to Georgia as some of the ones he noticed. At the very top, though, was a file that read, !!!IF FOUND PLEASE READ!!!

Jason clicked it open.

“Hi there, stranger! If you’re reading this, that means you found my flash drive. This thing is my life. Thank you so much for finding it. Please text me at ###-###-#### and say you found it and where I left it. I’ll promptly come back and get it! Thank you so much! I appreciate it!”

Jason blinked and got out his phone, already typing the person’s number into a new text message box. He closed the file.

SUPERNATURAL HIGH—DRAFT 3

Another file name caught his eye.

Knowing he shouldn’t, he opened it. The person’s little note for whomever found the lost drive didn’t have a name. Just a phone number. But the file name implied it was some form of fiction. Maybe there would be a byline.

Supernatural High

By: Me

Well that wasn’t helpful. Jason narrowed his eyes in frustration.

Chapter 1—My Roommate is a Vampire

“Welcome to Supernatural High School!” the banner read over the huge front door. I looked at it, reading the same five words over and over again.

“Wow,” I said to my mom. “I’m here.”

Jason tilted his head, attention caught. He leaned forward, laced his fingers under his chin, and started to read.

He knew he shouldn’t be reading this. He knew that someone else’s writing was a private thing until made public, but it was good. The writing style felt like someone around his age wrote it—probably a girl if the main character being a first-person narrator female character was anything to go on—and it was engaging. Creative and with an interesting premise.

Jason poured over the third draft of the story—and glanced at the page count. 102. Single-spaced. Wow.

Enraptured, he continued reading.

Vicky pulled open the A-G Freshmen filing cabinet. It took her three seconds to find Adamaris, Aaralyn (the name of the protagonist) in the front of the drawer.

Vicky snatched it and flipped open the light-yellow file folder.

“What in Hades is an aquatic hybrid?” Vicky hissed to Carrie and Vinnie.

“What?” two voices asked quietly. Carrie left the computer where she was trying to erase Aaralyn’s name from the teachers’ rolls and Vinnie left the door so they could both look at the file over Vicky’s shoulders.

Species: Aquatic Hybrid.

“Huh,” Vinnie grunted.

“Yeah… what is an aquatic hybrid?” Carrie whispered.

The light flicked on. “Wouldn’t you like to know?” a voice said from the doorway.

Jason paused reading for a moment. Who was writing this? He needed to return the flash drive to its owner…

Opening the file explorer window again, he scanned down the file names.

Me—Facebook Profile.jpeg

Eureka.

Jason opened the picture.

Weirdly, the girl looked like the kind of girl who would write the piece of fiction open on his screen. A wide, sparkling smile. Eyes full of sweetness and intelligence. A few wisps of hair caught in a breeze. She was standing on top of the Wayne Enterprises tower on the observation deck, arms thrown in the air and one leg popped behind her, obviously excited. A Batman beanie was hanging out of the bag on her shoulder.

Jason smiled and looked around the library. He couldn’t see around corners or shelves, but in his line of sight, the girl in the photo was nowhere to be found around him.

So he kept reading. When he was done, he’d turn it in to the lost-and-found or go searching for her through the shelves—and maybe even down in the children’s section in the underground level.

He was so entranced by the words that flowed so naturally, so casually, down the page that he really didn’t notice time was even passing. He didn’t notice his back muscles growing stiff or the occasional buzz of his phone in his pocket.

When he finally reached the end of the document—“Kalen’s arms found my waist as the disco lights swirled over our skin and the music beat its gentle rhythm into the floorboards and our hearts. I smiled and”—he almost flipped the desk over. Why did it end in the middle of the sentence? Why did it end at all?! Where was the rest of it? That couldn’t be the end!

In a frustrated state, he closed the document, and the picture, ejected the drive, and yanked it out of the computer. He logged off and roughly shoved his chair back. Holding the drive lightly in his right hand, he started to wander the library, looking for the girl to return it to.

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I’d been sitting in the same spot in the library for hours. My apartment’s electricity was off for the day while some wiring was getting fixed and my laptop had broken. Not to mention the library was the only place my sister wouldn’t look for me and I’d been avoiding her for two days. Long story.

I was sitting in a worn-out old velvet armchair with Percy Jackson and the Olympians: The Titan’s Curse in my hands. My water bottle was halfway empty—I’d need to get up and refill it before I left… if I ever left.

Something hit me in the chest.

“What the—?” I muttered, looking down.

It was my flash drive. Bright blue with my smudged-out name in masking tape on the side.

“Why did you stop there? How’s it supposed to end?” a voice hissed.

I looked up, one hand closing around the drive.

The man in front of me was so ridiculously handsome that my mind went blank and my breath went away. Tall, muscular, black-haired, blue-eyed, chiseled face with a jaw sharp and strong enough to cut glass. Wearing skinny jeans that showed off exactly how powerful his legs were, a white T-shirt with what appeared to be Red Hood’s red bat symbol on the chest, and a red hoodie.

I didn’t even process that he’d asked me a question. My brain was going more along the lines of, “Oh hot dang he’s handsome. How is a man that handsome even allowed to exist? Wait. Hang on. Did he say something? Shoot.”

When I didn’t answer, and just stared blankly, he sat down in the long-vacant armchair across the tiny coffee table from me, and continued, “Your Supernatural High story. Why did you stop writing in the middle of a sentence?”

I realized what he was talking about. “Oh. You read… my story…” I trailed off.

“Yeah, missy. And listen, I get that Kalen and Aaralyn totally have a thing goin’ on, but c’mon lady! He’s too old for her at that stage in their lives and he may be the hot, bad boy type but she’s so bright and sweet! What about Conan? I know he and Zurie seem to have a small flirtation but everyone knows werewolf-vampire romances are doomed so why not just give him to Aaralyn? Though, I do appreciate the whole Romeo and Juliet, star-crossed lovers vibe they have since you mentioned that the Wolfes and the Addingtons don’t get along,” he ranted.

I blinked but didn’t say anything. This handsome stranger wasn’t finished yet.

“I also really liked the Pride and Prejudice, Much Ado About Nothing feel between Aaralyn and Kalen. Especially with Zurie, Lyric, Conan, and Ryker contriving to set them up in a very Lady-Beatrice-and-Lord-Benedick way while the Mr. Darcy and Lizzie Bennet thing can be slyly represented by the fact that he’s a pureblood fairy and therefore more respected in the community while she’s a hybrid that others distrust for being half-human. What’s she even a hybrid of? A-hundred-and-two pages and you still haven’t revealed what her other half is.”

Someone in the library shushed him.

I opened my mouth, trying to come up with something to say. I hadn’t really intended for there to be all those classic literature parallels, per se, but it was nice to know someone could pull something out of what I’d written.

“I don’t even know your name,” I finally managed to say, whispering because we were in a library.

“I'm Jason. And why isn’t this published?”

“It’s not done, genius. Why do you think?” I retorted.

“Fair point. But seriously, what’s Aaralyn’s other half? What even is an aquatic hybrid?” he asked.

“A-hundred-and-two pages of implications and you can’t figure out what she is?” I joked. “With everything I’ve mentioned and every not-so-subtle clue. From her singing at the dance to getting pushed in the pool to what happened when those three boys drowned at the school decades before she even attended and you have no idea?”

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Jason thought hard for a second, trying to puzzle through everything he’d just read. To be fair, he’d read quite a lot in a short time and it had almost overloaded his brain.

He glanced down at the book in her hands. He’d never read the PJO series but he’d heard a lot about it. His eyes also searched the ceiling, as though still reading the text on the computer screen up there.

An idea popped into his head. He looked back down at the writer girl.

^^^^^

Realization dawned on the man—Jason’s—face. His jaw dropped. He mouthed one word. I smirked.

“There you go. You got it,” I said, a little louder than I intended.

The librarian shot us a dark look.

“Look, I don’t even know your name, but I have to read the rest of this story. Please. It’s really good and I was really enjoying it and you ended it in the middle of a sentence!”

I smile lightly. “Thank you,” I said before offering him my name. “And if you really wanna read it, give me your email and I’ll send it to you as I work on it. I’d love a beta reader.”

“Absolutely. Please. I have to know what happens,” Jason said.

I pulled my notebook out of my bag and passed it to him, tucking my flash drive securely into a zipper pocket and zipping it up. Wasn’t going to lose that again.

He handed me back my notebook with his email address scrawled over almost an entire blank page.

“Can I take you out to lunch or something and you can tell me more about your stories? Especially this one but what else do you write? I saw a bunch of titles on your flash drive but I only read the one.”

My jaw dropped open. “Uh—I mean—yeah. Sure,” I said.

Jason got to his feet and offered me his hand to help me up. “I'm sorry if I'm freaking you out. I'm just a… voracious reader—” I could tell by that vocabulary word. “—and I’ve recently been getting into more contemporary stuff. There’s only so much classic you can read. It’s a finite genre.” He pulled me to my feet. I scooped up my bag and put PJO back on the shelf. Before walking next to Jason out the door.

“It’s okay. You freaked me out at first because you never expect someone to approach you accusing you of not finishing your story when you don’t know them and don’t realize at first how they even read your story, but I'm so unused to having someone so enthusiastic about what I’ve written that I was just surprised,” I replied. He smiled.

“I really look forward to the finished product,” he said.

“Thank you. I'm excited to have someone who’s excited,” I said as we left the library.

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