#i really wanna draw more stuff based on their fics soon

[chrisrin]

some doodles of The Sanguine (aka the Second Signless) and his Disciple <3 

based on this fic by @callmearcturus​

[cerealmonster15]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

ty for the tag @unpredictable-probabilities! I don't usually do tag things but I'm feeling an exception today and I want to ramble lol let's GO!!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

Right now, 51! I think i started using ao3 back in college with rvb fic lol. I've since orphaned 2 fics so I guess there wouldve been 53.

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

86,956

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Right now, mostly just Twisted Wonderland (and the occasional dndads, I still have a fic in my brain I kinda wanna write for that). Twst was kinda my comeback to wanting to write fics and has been my main inspiration for a lot of things and it's been the most fun i've had writing fics I think, and it's eventually what's gotten me to try to write my first multi chapter fic.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

1. Slip Ups and Lift Ups (Stardew Valley) 444 Kudos 2. A Fishy Intervention (TWST) 354 Kudos 3. Company (TWST) 249 Kudos 4. Security Cauldron (TWST) 248 Kudos [my first twst fic i think? also has some errors in it teehee oopsie] 5. Because I Care (TWST) 234 Kudos

5. Do you respond to comments?

Yes!!! I think I didn't used to? Maybe because I felt weird about my own comments changing the comment count and like it was somehow lying lol. but that's silly and i like talking to people and I Need people to Know that i Love Their Comments

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

hmmm I do not write much angst, and even when I do it's more hurt/comfort, bc permasads make ME permasad. I think it was my rvb fic "forgotten" - which i always forget was my first fic uploaded to ao3 LOL, back in 2015. ironic that my first wasnt reflective of the tone i usually write for. i don't wanna reread it to check [even tho my fics from back then are WAY shorter] bc im scared to face how i wrote when i was fresh outta hs lol BUT if i remember correctly/based on the summary, it was a doc/donut fic and I think it was about how after doc had disappeared from the future cube or whatever in canon and no one knew he was gone, i wrote a scene of doc getting upset with donut bc Of All People Why Didnt You Notice I Thought I Meant Something To You 😔 kdlsjfkdlsj i think it ended with doc walking off and donut being SAD and idk maybe they broke up, idr if they were 'officially dating' in the context of that fic. but um hashtag docnut for life.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

most all of my fics are happy endings with an exception of like one ^ or two lol. I don't know if i can quantify those!

8. Do you get hate on fics?

not to my face if I do lol. I don't think enough people know about me to give a shit if i do stuff they dont like

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

nope!!!! i dont really like smut personally and it's not the kind of genre i have story ideas for.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

I don't think i've ever done that 🤔

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

not that I know of!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

not that I know of!

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

nope!

14. What’s your all time favourite ship?

girl help i cannot choose. um. well first shout out again to rvb's docnut bc u will always be strong and married in my heart. and in dndads im an oakworthy truther til i die BUT for twst. twst beloved twst i am in that pitfall of i like 50000 different ships. jamiazu is the one i write and draw the most LOL and theyre def a top fave HOWEVER. god. treycater alters my brain chemistry. rookvil marriage real. adeuce beloved fool duo for life. im physically restraining myself from mentioning more KLFJDSKLFJS especially when we get into the multiship/poly web bc god we will be here all day. i can and will be enabled but this post is already long enough GOODBYE!!!!

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

oooh ok well there was a dndads oakworthy thing I started like last year but pretty soon after I started it, we started seeing more of hermies forbidden other 'true' personality traits and i was like ruh roh this guy keeps pulling a fast one on me, i dont think the direction i had with this fic is fitting anymore. i had barely gotten anywhere with it and it wouldve been short anyway, but i think about what couldve been.... lololol and then for TWST umm. Hehe. Teehee even. Back during nanowrimo I used that as time to start 2 fics: kalim and the great relationship rescue, which is my current multichap fic about kalisil and jamiazu, it’s got about 3 chapters, and I’m still writing it. AND IM STILL GOING TO FINISH THAT ONE!!! but the OTHER one I started during that time and have NOT posted any of it yet was the stuff with my first twst oc, Char, and his place in my big caterella multiverse ideas lol. I’ve posted a bit about that story idea and done a lot of doodles and brianstorming for it, but I fear it would be too intimidatingly ambitious to stick to and I’m not sure writing one concrete fic is the right medium for it 🤔 plus I just don’t think many people would like it much LOL it would be very self indulgent and tapping into my soap opera brain. I feel nervous when I talk about it HAHDBFNTG so I’m not sure I could commit. But I still have what I wrote, and maybe I’ll figure out another way to go with it or maybe I’ll just wake up one day and say WHATEVER and write it anyway lol. I’ve gotten shyer again so we’ll see 🧍

16. What are your writing strengths?

umm. i do not know if it is a strength but i feel more light comedy and dialogue come more 'naturally' to me, but i do not know how well i actually can pull it off LOL also shorter, contained stories. Everything I write is a one shot, and I’m struggling on my recent attempt at a multiple chapter fic BDBFFBFNGD

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

hrhrnrngm more descriptive writing, i find im in the pitfalls of writing TOO MUCH dialogue. and i also feel like when i try to do more serious tone things it comes off as cringe or trying too hard kFDKLSHFLDSJ. no one's said that to me but yknow. fear and whatnot. also ending the story is. Hard. I feel like that’s always a weak part of my fics bc I sit there like WELL I WROTE ALL MY IDEAS HOW DO I WRAP THIS UP…. I worry my endings come off kind of half assed but I do my best lol 😔✌️

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

like are you asking if i would do it? or how i feel when it's done in fics i read? i dunno lol. i could maybe do spanish bc ive studied it a lot but i'd get nervous i think.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

on ao3 it was rvb bu teeeechnically back in my neoseeker forums days i was in there writing like, animal crossing or harvest moon or pokemon stuff. it was very bad bc i was like 10 years old LOL

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

ohoho ummmm. Well I always have fun writing jamiazu and I’ve written a LOT of those lol. I have a soft spot for The Comfort of Familiarity. That’s one of the ones hats taken me the longest to write because I was really trying hard to handle it with care, as it was a less light tone than I typically do and I was trying to explore the characters and their situation in a particular way that I really wanted to come across well with who reads it. It was hard, and I’m not sure I fully got there, but ultimately I did like it quite a a bit. on the flipside, one of my more recent fics and I think now my longest oneshot to date, Blue Raspberry Mango was VERY fun to write lol. That one’s a lot more like what I typically write, silly romcom style lmao. Cater and Idia goofing, characters bickering, friendship, me trying to sneak in as many side ships into the background for funsies, jamiazu is there, it was a good time. And that one started as a prompt suggestion which I feel like often times I end up struggling with and not delivering super well… but this one ran away from me and I had a blast lol. Idikei fixed me 😌✌️

Ty for tagging me! Umm. I am too scared to tag other people 🧍 goodbye jk @officialgleamstar 🫵 You Do It

[sorry if I missed any typos or autocorrect, part of this was on my phone and I always miss SOMETHING lol]

[notknickers]

aww thank you. I'm still learning to draw scars. I defo need to make time for more studies. (we both gotta buckle down)

oh man. fanart, if done well and a lot can get me to do almost anything. seeing fanart of Ghost back in November 2022 is what got me into this fandom in the first place.

I'm a bit picky with headcanons but yh. im fully aware a lot of them are just watered down to be vessals for our kinks and affection. At the end of the day. they'er our silly made up blurbos U///U but yh theirs defo gaps in these guys's personalities that we can fill in (which is what we're doing now lol from the short bios we're given)

fanart (nsfw) and audio of these blurbos together. I'm waiting on my lounge chair right now to be presented to me.

hey man. Rivals to lovers makes sense. I'm stumped with who would make the first move though. becasue like you said, both of them aren't the most affectionate of people and don't trust too quickly; at least on the battlefield. like they could respect each other on the battlefield and stuff. but to get them vunerable to love hmmmmm. might need to bend like a pretzal for either of them to act on their feelings even in the most subtle ways… unless we have one of them a lil more unhinged in this department. claps hands* What if Konig is the more unhinged one and Ghost just doesn't know how to handle his feelings or Konig, like, does anyone really wanna make the over 6 foot tall batterying ram upset. Anything can happen in delulu land

my fanart is literally made up shit if you were dating Ghost ooc XD

love that the whole fandom are in on the joke of eldritch/ocotpuss/cathulu Konig since the chibi drawings of him look like a cute octopuss and the bio updating and saying His hood hides something more hideous. I'll check out your fic….(hehe heat cycles)

btw. sorry for the late reply. fell asleep after work (¯﹃¯) also I'm bad with writing hehe

hey, don't worry. life outside the machine takes precedence! plus, sleep is gooood, rest to your brain while increasing your chances of dreaming of your blorbos! it's a win-win, but thanks for replying.

now i must absolutely write that eldritch!könig/civilian!ghost fic! i have so many ideas that i left xeno!könig and his tentacles aside for a while, but after i've dealt with the five different colonel!könig/recruit!dommy mummy!reader and colonel!könig/tmale!base medic, perhaps i'll have some time to figure it out!

oh! don't even say it! today i was all excited about a fanart idea i had while at work, then i was confronted with the reality of actually drawing it... what an ice cold shower!!!

i'll get back to it as soon as i get over the trauma! but good luck with your studies, you're already ahead!

pretty pixel vessels!!! i am also very nitpicky. in fact, i've noticed, the more concrete an idea i develop of könig, the less open i am to changing interpretation (even though i still like reading others'!)

the only thing i am glad about entering the fandom when i did is that i initially conceinved this blog as a magnus archives fanblog. if it started as a könig simp blog, i would probably have called myself something like... königsheftyballs or something and i'm so grateful that didn't happen. im' much happier as a jaredhopworthsknickers!

and yes, smutty ghost fanart was my gateway drug.

(i don't know if i remembered linking you the fic in question that sold me over the ghostsoap ship, but it was this one.)

for the audio, it's easy. here's the link and happy listening! (very nsfw, very explicit). it's one hundred percent out of my headcanons: no, könig the forty-plus-year-old colonel is not simon 'ghost' riley who got his mask at a hot topic or halloween costume shop's little bitch.

time to pull ranks on that one!

(still, enjoyable listening and great voice acting, though!)

true, but them being affiliated with opposing factions opens up interesting scenarios: could either be captured by the other? could that mean the the captured is assigned to the capturer for intel extraction or other expedient? could it be that each finds out that the other is way less sadistic and more compassionate and simply human and matter-of-fact than they initially thought, which changes the mutual way they see each other, while still being wary, because of their curcumstantial enmity?

commonalities? they are both masked, they both have something to hide, something that hurts to this day, the need to create someone who can endure interfacing themselves with the world and its demands while their tender cores still reel and recover, but that they can put aside, when they're alone, to catch breath and regain their whole selves or, the opposite, feel incapable to abandon even when no one is around, as they have become too fragmented.

just throwing ideas around, but there is so much to dig up.

their similarities might draw them to one another: could they have finally found someone who gets it? could they afford to be a little vulnerable, to show a little bit of their soft bellies and hope not to be stabbed from side to side?

but, being enemies who work for different factions with different goals surely would stand in the way: if trusting and opening up is harrowing and dreadful, doing so with an enemy operator can be outright fatal... so much at stake, but what if this were the only chance they have at genuine human connection? a friendship? comfort in wach other's bodies? darethey hope for more? are they delusional? is the imprisonment getting to them?

re: your ooc fanart: and that's brilliant all the same! my latest fanart was nothing but an excuse to put könig in a skimpy little outfit and parade him around! if you like ooc ghost dating your insert, do more of it!!!!!!

i always laugh when someone comes along, thinking themselves smart by pointing out that "well, akshually ghost and könig would never date in canon", because you're in the wrong place, luv. go play the game, write/draw your canon-compliant stuff or only interact with fic and fanartists who are as attached to canon as you, but stop yucking in everyone's yum. it's called fandom, not candom.

i will go on a perilous mission to find all the ghost/könig artists i can and report back, sir! yes, sir!

(by which i mean, i will write you in the inbox or leave the links in the dms, so you'll find them when you have time. no hurry!)

n_n

[ryuichirou]

Replies

A bunch of shorter replies today! Starting with a question about commissions and a then slowly diving into shippy territory…

Anonymous asked:

question for the chibi commission

if we’re adding more characters and want them in color would that add to the price? like would it add to the $25 for more characters in color?

Yes, in general $40 is the base price and +$25 is for each additional character. So, a drawing of three chibi characters in full colour would be $90.

But if you have a large group of characters or a big set of chibis, the price will be calculated in a different way (depending on the specifics of the commission itself).

Thank you for your interest and sorry for the late reply!

Anonymous asked:

Hi, I sent a fanfic draft to my server concerning teenage romance (M-level stuff) and a member (abt 16) positively replied I'm "a responsible artist not exploiting the subject matter". Am I being unreasonable finding this response extremely backhanded? That I'm classy and restrained enough to get a pass from antis who'd otherwise harass me? I wanna ask you given your experience dealing with those kinds of folk.

Hi, Anon!

Honestly, this would’ve rubbed me the wrong way too, so I see what you mean. It really feels like it’s “you’re better than the rest of these freaks, but you’re still on thin ice”, as if your art only exists to get their approval. Still, I don’t want to put words into that person’s mouth though, who knows what they actually meant.

Our experience is that we just don’t deal with those kinds of folk. We avoid minors as much as we can because they tend to stick to this attitude of “well if you do it like this it’s okay, but don’t make it weird”. But it’s not exclusive to minors; we avoid adults who talk like that too. We just feel like it’s always the same thing: even if you try to be as unproblematic as possible, you’ll end up being their punching bag sooner or later, so is censoring yourself even worth it in the first place?

But this is how we feel about it as someone who doesn’t get this type of comments, Anon. We are on the other side of this situation, where they would tell us “Why does it have to be sexual?” “Why do you have to draw siblings like that, what about other characters?” “Why don’t you just ship him with someone his age?”

So yeah, even though that person technically complimented you, it does sound super condescending to us personally, as if they’re just patting you on your head for not breaking their arbitrary rules. Then again, if they’re a minor, the server is clearly a safe space for them, so maybe it’s not a good place to have this type of discussion… I wouldn’t really know.

We, based on our specific content and circumstances, decided not to waste our time trying to reason with them, but once again: I can’t know for sure what that person meant when they commented on your fic. I can only guess that if you were to write something spicier than M, they would act betrayed and disappointed, and that sucks. We just stick 18+ on literally anything we do also to get rid of the majority of toxic people, especially children.

For us, it’s easier to be a terrible person overall than to try and follow their constantly changing rules of what is acceptable and “a responsible way to portray something” – they’ll claim your passable content has been yucky all this time as soon as they want to be done with you.

I hope this makes sense…

Anonymous asked:

HELP HELP RYU YOUR TWEEL/IDIA ART IS SO GOOD!!!! I LOVE THE BLOOD ON THE TILE AAHHH!!!! i love how it goes in the grout, very real. very amazing. i've always liked seeing the flow of blood, it adds a good amount of realism (but not too much!!!) i stand with your katsu because those fish CANNOT go unfucked.

AHh thank you so so much, Anon!! I am so happy to hear that hehe! I’ve been trying to work on how I draw blood, so it’s amazing to hear that it looks good.

Katsu and you are people of culture and lovers of fish, and honestly this is beautiful. I am so proud and happy for you…

Anonymous asked:

Idia….why the freak are you falling like Mikan? I suppose next you’ll fall and end up with no pants and all tied up….

YES, EXACTLY LIKE MIKAN. Oh my god. This is because he’s been playing too many videogames, now moe fall physics affects him in real life. Whenever he falls, his pants magically disappear, and the rest of his body is… well.

Anonymous asked:

… I want to touch the butt….✋👁👄👁🤚

I want to hold the butt…👐

I’m assuming you mean Idia’s moe butt, and I that’s the case, go ahead and do it! Be careful though, the guard dog might bite you…

Anonymous asked:

Digging your Catherine AU. Any more art or headcanons?

Thank you so much, Anon! We had no idea anyone would like this AU when we first posted it hehe, I’m still very excited when people comment on it.

But unfortunately, I can’t give you anything new. As I stated before, it’s been quite a while since we’ve played the game, so we don’t have much thoughts or any new art for now :( We just wanted to convey a vague concept because we liked the idea of Azul being Katherine too much lol and then the rest of it just made sense.

Anonymous asked:

How do you think tsums have sex?

Passionately. Animalistically. Roundly….

We haven’t seen the tsum event yet, but I’m sure we’ll have more opinions about their reproductive system when we do lol For now I just think they jump on people (…I mean, other tsums, other tsums!) and rub against them violently until something happens. Do they even have genitalia?

[mouseycakes]

Nine People You Want to Get to Know Better

A rare tag encounter appeared!!! This one's inchresting for sure, so thanks @blind-the-winds for the tag!! :3

To get the tags out first, anyone seeing this can jump in if they wanna!

Now, to the answers:

Current Book I'm Reading: Off to a solid start, I actually admit I haven't picked up a long novel in a while between being caught up in life stuff and work. Hooowever, I've been finally eyeing to read Dead Man in a Ditch by Luke Arnold- basically a mixture of noir mystery and urban fantasy to make for a fun twist about murders- and magic? But also magic's still gone so, no magic. Perhaps. And also finally starting in on The Dark Crystal series as a whole, a goal I made since finishing both the movie for the fifth time alongside a second or third run through of the Netflix series.

Last Song I Listened To: "Square Hammer" by Ghost, based on more like, "last song I binged multiple times in a day recently." I'd be lying if the reason was anything but getting crazy animations in my head for ocs again, this time Lucius flavored! :> Also in general, Ghost's songs have just the right vibes for Forbidden Fruits content in general with the religious/demon themes, plus the ascension vibes on top of that with the echoes.

Currently Watching: If we're talkin' on YouTube, I've reached a ton of rabbit hole content ranging from essays on Tumblr, to essays about way old fibercrafting internet drama, to lost media games. I think I'm starting to realize I really love just popping on video essays of one thing or another and gaining knowledge on something in the middle of drawing and/or crocheting. Course I end up more wrapped up in the essays that I forget the project I'm working on......... On top of that, the last thing I remember watching on streaming services either has to be Arcane, or Across the Spiderverse, both of which I totally recommend watching if you haven't already as a character dynamic enjoyer.

Current Fic I'm Reading: Oof, okay I can vouch on this I actually have been slow to start reading more fics as of recent-recently, but if we count the last thing I read it'd probably be somewhere around chapter 4 of TIS (gotta give kudos where kudos is due, Jax!!! I'm hooked!!). Besides that... does. Does Homestuck count? Dare I say? Either way, it's a Thing I've been on and off reading since Freshman year college so. Better late than never!

Next On My Watch List: I've been meaning to finally finish up Adventure Time AND Tuca and Bertie if that counts!! Outside of that, I know there's a bunch of stuff I have on the bucketlist that I promised to finally watch for both my best friends and my partner alike (in fact I'm supposed to be having a duo watch sesh of the first few seasons of Game of Thrones with one of said besties sometime soon). Otherwise, my watchlist usually consists of random discovery and bouts of "Oh hey, remember that show you were curious about? Yeah, let's see that one!"

Current Obsession: No matter what media I get into next, I always find myself right back with my ocs and building them- the two primary stories for them being Forbidden Fruits and Embroidered Tercet. I can't help it either, the silly little gays lived rent free in my noodle noggin for abouttt... almost 10 years now??? Moreso the FF crew, ET came much, much later. Besides the little guys, I've been bouncing around with various analog horror and general horror game essays, as well as D&D stuff!! Craft/hobby wise, I've been bouncing between crochet, cooking/baking, aaand polymer clay sculpting, with weaving and decoupage as potential pursuits when time and money allows hfhfhf. There's other little things too, but there's a lot to list!

[scrimblydiddledoo]

hello! this is a quick intro post for my tumblr! it hasn’t been announced on my TikTok yet because i wanna wait until all my personal bizz is over with to connect the accts, which will hopefully be soon! 😅

(very long post so its going under a cut!)

in the meantime, hello! i’m Scrimbly, any alternative of that name is chill to use for me, i use he/they pronouns interchangeably or exclusively- either is good 👍

my account focuses on FNAF stuff- particularly FNAF Security Breach and more specifically the Daycare Attendant <3

you can find funny vids and drawings on my TikTok, and on here i’m gonna focus on posting full artworks so that anyone who wants to can see them in a more direct way than me recording them on my phone in a >30 sec vid

(i dont have anything posted yet bc i dont have wifi and therefore no way to get files from my pc to my phone, which will hopefully be resolved soon 🤞)

im hoping itll be easier to post updates and such here since it’s less algorithm based than TikTok and other social medias- plus its the only social media i’m really comfortable with- since i’ve been using it for the past 5 years or so

ALSO: i have an AU fic in the works! (slightly hiatus rn bc i dont have internet on my pc or laptop, which i need to use google docs 🥲) It’s called The Eternal Night, i havent revealed pretty much anything about it yet, because i want it to be practically spoiler-less until i start posting it, so that suspense can build as the chapters are released 👀

the reason it’s taking me so long to post the fic is bc i want to be pretty much finished with at least the first arc before i post it so that i don’t lose motivation 😅 i have a problem with losing motivation for a project after i start to show it to people, so pushing myself to finish it before posting anything is helping me work on it!

sorry for the dump of info, i’ll redo this post eventually and have everything more organized and such, probably when i can do it on desktop, regardless- thanks for reading this far! i’m super excited to keep posting and making more content in the future!

Edit: ofc i forgot until i posted it- but my inbox should be open, feel free to send some asks! i don’t bite lol :)

[gingersnappish]

KYLUX RECS 2020-2021

My Kylux Recs in the last year (Aug, 20 2020 - Aug 20 2021)

SO. MUCH. GOOD. FIC!!! We are really lucky in this fandom to have so much good stuff to read!

Fic is part of the lifeblood of fandom, in my opinion-it shares new ideas and AUs and fleshes out the characters and most of all it inspires and entertains us all and engenders all sorts of feels for the characters-it’s part of what keeps us shipping! So a big ‘thank you’ to all the fic authors out there who work so hard at their craft and are generous enough to share it with all of us!

The following list is by no means comprehensive-there are LOTS and lots more very good fics that have been published in the last year that I haven’t read. I just wanted to offer up a few recs from what I know I enjoyed so far! (I also have more than fits on one list to rec-I’ll try and do another list soon!) As always, I rec based on personal taste, and I highly encourage reading all the tags/warnings on any given work to make sure it’ll be to your taste! -

The Flirtation Of Flowers 

DaisyChainz

https://archiveofourown.org/works/29771553

Words: 5,917

Rating: Teen

Summary:Kylo runs his farm's stall at the Farmer's Market every weekend. He has a new customer, a gorgeous redhead that is curious about the meanings of his bouquets. Kylo doesn't know anything about that, so he makes stuff up to keep the man coming back every week.

My thoughts on the rec: This is the cutest slice of a modern AU kylux-it really nails Kylo’s personality as a (slightly awkward) flirt who is trying his best and just really likes the redhead who keeps coming to buy flowers. Just a sweet little fic all ‘round!

all i have to do is dream

kyluxtrashcompactor

https://archiveofourown.org/works/18709426/chapters/44373613

Words: 11,456

Rating: Teen

Summary:Armitage Hux has been going to the same bar every Thursday for the last year, nursing a crush on the gorgeous, unobtainable bartender, Kylo Ren. He finally gets up the courage to ask him out, only to find out he has some unusual competition: the memory of a red-haired boy from Kylo's past, who Kylo swears is the soulmate that got away from him.A fill for this SoftKyluxKinks prompt:Anonymous asked: Benarmie with young Ben (around 11 years old) having a huge crush on Armitage (16). Hux finds it adorable but mostly ignores him because he's a kid. Flash forward a few years when Ben is all grown up and Hux is the one with a huge crush.

My thoughts on the rec: This is another really cute young modern AU! I like the idea that Ren has liked Hux forever, but this deals nicely with the age gap and that Hux really wouldn’t notice Ren back until they are both appropriately older. And they make such a cute couple-it’s a great progression from just ‘he’s hot’-like, there is a lot more to them than that in the end!

Homecoming 

sigo 

(really, read anything by sigo, it’s all my favorite)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27150808

Words: 13,450

Rating: Explicit

Summary:“We’re off the next two weeks, you know.”“Yes, I know.” There was emergency construction scheduled to fix cracking asphalt too near a pipe in the center of campus. The buses couldn’t run, and that phenomenon was the only thing that ever cancelled classes. Halloween was dead center in the unplanned time off school, and every bar within a fifteen mile radius would be untenable as the students celebrated. Hux was planning on staying home, catching up on grading. He was rather looking forward to an opportunity to reread his favorite novels. They were already stacked by the couch in preparation.“My family always throws a Halloween party and they got word that I could come this year,” Kylo said, shuffling his feet. He looked almost bashful.“Ren, it’s midnight,” Hux sighed at his infuriating coworker. “Get to it.”“I may have informed my entire family previously that we were dating.”

My thoughts on the rec: One of my all-around fav fics from the last year’s worth of my reading material! It’s got the modern AU vibes down pat without losing their personalities or making them too OOC, it’s got the fake-dating trope done REALLY well, it’s got a wonderful creepy vibe strung delicately throughout for the Halloween haunted setting, it’s got plot and make-outs (and more). Can’t recommend highly enough!

Thaw

thesevioletdelights

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28557180/chapters/69982587

Words: 14,316

Rating: Explicit

Summary:They have managed cooperation - efficient cooperation, even - in these past months, which is more than enough. And already nothing short of a miracle for both of them.Still. Ren was a fool to think he could simply run off and keep Hux in the dark.-----When Ren goes missing on a mysterious planet, Hux sets out to find him. He doesn't yet know that he just might find himself.

My thoughts on the rec: This, like all of violet’s fic, is HOT! Like, scorching vibes between them! It’ll draw you in and not let you go ‘til after the boys are ‘done’! And, like all of violet’s fics, the character voices and personalities are also impeccable!

Rocks Break Gifts

elderbwrry

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25840237/chapters/62777839

Words: 16,706

Rating: Mature

Summary:The Rebellion has been crushed, a coup affected, and Supreme Leader Ren and his Grand Marshall Hux have settled into a domestic routine as the joint rulers of the Galaxy. Kylo wants nothing more, now, than to make his relationship with Hux official, but he can't seem to rise to Hux's challenge of a satisfactory proposal.Or, the five times Kylo proposes, and the one time Hux says yes.

My thoughts on the rec: Ahhhhh, the premise in this one is great! Like, I don’t wanna spoil the plot reveal at the end, so I can’t say too much, but there is a really good reason throughout the thing that this is a Five Times type fic and it works! It works so well and while we spend the fic ‘with’ Kylo, when we find out what Hux’s deal is, it is so satisfying! I Paint My Dreams

Marlon

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26685907/chapters/65090566

Words: 26,122

Rating: General Audiences

Summary:Kylo Ren is struggling to make a name for himself in the art world but as the grandson of the great Anakin Skywalker, a legendary pop artist of the 1950s and 60s, the weight of his famous family and his own expectations is a lot to bear.After he’s rejected from a prestigious exhibition because his installations “don’t fit the theme”, Kylo heads to the pub to drink away his disappointment. Later that night as he stumbles home, he’s set upon by some would-be thieves but before they can take what’s left of his money, he’s saved by a strange man with unbelievable Medusa-like powers. The ethereally beautiful man, Armitage Hux, is a visitor from Oweynagat and he has a simple proposition for Kylo - room and board in exchange for making all Kylo’s artistic dreams come true.Sounds easy - what could possibly go wrong?

My thoughts on the rec: Oh goodness, where to start? The Irish Mythology and Fae aspect of this fic is superbly woven throughout the whole thing and the author makes it work really well! Like, this is such a unique and original take on the kylux pair, I love them, especially Fae!Hux in this! And the plot is solid and you get invested really heavily in how they are gonna wind up-at least I did! There’s some beautiful language in this-descriptions and dialogue! And I have a soft spot for Artist!Kylo!

Dating a Monster

mysticmilks

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26703904/chapters/65139415

Words: 30,401

Rating: Explicit

Summary:Ben Solo was raised to be a demon hunter, as everyone in his family has been before him. He wanted nothing more than to prove that he was worthy to his family. He lied to them and went on an unauthorized mission to catch and kill an elusive incubus. His search led him to Arkanis University, one of the most prestigious schools in the country.He was sure the mission was going to be easy, before he met the cute freshman Armitage Hux. This meeting would change the fate of both of them.

My thoughts on the rec: Add another really good one to the slightly-creepy-kylux subgenre filled with demons and dark powers! This is a great depiction of Kylo as a very determined demon hunter and Hux as a very unique quarry! I love the tension in parts of this too-well crafted! The Green Ribbon

xzombiexkittenx, Lilander (art)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28630845/chapters/70176921

Words: 39,679

Rating: Explicit

Summary:When Ben was fifteen he left the Jedi temple and took extreme measures to prevent the shadowy creature that infiltrated his thoughts from dragging him to the dark side. What he did left him with a great deal of chronic pain and removed his most valuable weapon, but Ben got his stubbornness from every side of the family, even the adopted ones, and he was determined to find and kill the creature.Now Senator Amidala of Naboo, Ben uses his position to make the galaxy a less awful place when he can, but being senator also gave him very useful contacts in his search for the creature. When he met Major Hux of the First Order, Ben thought he could get game-changing information out of him, one way or another, but things rarely go Ben's way and it got complicated much faster than Ben had prepared for. It's never a good idea to mix sex and politics, but Ben takes his fun where he can get it.

My thoughts on the rec: I feel like this is a very original take on ‘Senator Amidala’ Ben, at least from the stuff I’ve read-many props to the author for such a fleshed out universe, filled with likeable, believable OCs, a wonderful plot, great character motivations and voices, and a take on our main man Ben that pulled me in from the get-go! He’s sorta magnetic (in universe and to the reader)! And the sexual tension and sexy bits are very well done! I’m rooting for Ben and Hux in this, on opposites sides though they may be! Comfort Zone

LydiaBSlade

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26783797/chapters/65338117

Words: 66,766

Rating: Explicit

Summary: Hux is running away. He meets a tall, dark, and somewhat annoying stranger at the airport.

My thoughts on the rec: Travel writing at its best; also kylux fic at it’s best! Young, modern them trying to find their places in the world and finding each other in the process is so cute and almost tenderly done in this! This is a gentle, friendly version of modern Kylo that I fell in love with, right along with Hux! And by the way, I’m not kidding when I say travel writing-the southeast asian setting is vivid and enchanting in it’s rich detail! Outnumbered, Outgunned, Outmanuevered, and Winning

Coriesocks, Ellalba (art)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28217253/chapters/69144672

Words: 80,372

Rating: Explicit

Summary: Hux’s plans for ridding the First Order of Kylo Ren are ruined when Ren discovers his deception. With no choice but to flee, Hux ends up in the hands of the Resistance. It’s not ideal, but at least he gets a break from Ren. Until he doesn’t.When Ren starts appearing in Hux’s dreams, Hux wonders if the stress of being a spy has taken more of a toll on his sanity than he’d previously thought. And if that wasn’t bad enough, he has to deal with constant pestering from Poe and a mildly inconvenient kidnapping. Of course, it’s Ren who saves him in the end. There’s clearly no getting away from him.

My thoughts on the rec: A really interesting take on something that is both a alternate rewrite of what could have happened instead of TROS and a TROS-fix-it of sorts! Hux is stellar in this, we really get a good look in his head and Coriesocks handles it masterfully! I really liked how their relationship develops gradually in this, it’s Enemies To Lovers at its best! Bloodlines and Brandy

EmperorsVornskr

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22989934/chapters/54963601

Words: 130,785

Rating: Explicit

Summary: Sebastian Hux is a native of the Deep South who loathes his origins, and seeks to pull himself from the stifling quagmire, but his bloodlines call him back to the property that has blessed- and plagued- his family for centuries.Unspoken secrets fill his inheritance, skeletons fill every closet, and a monster lurks in the shadows, tied to two bloodlines joined by fate, greed and hatred that has spanned across generations.As Hux learns about his family’s tainted legacy that has now become his burden, he discovers there is more involved than just having to be the curator of property that the locals shun with hushed whispers, that he has inherited more than an estate- he also has a terrible and loathsome horror tied to his very blood.When curious young locals come calling, and Hux’s past tormentors come out of the woodwork to simper and scrabble for a piece of the newly rich, the body count begins to rise, the smell of blood in the old slaughterhouse is getting harder to hide, and Hux realises that he will need to find a better way to pacify the hulking shadow that perches on his roof every night before his hometown’s tiny population is completely decimated.

My thoughts on the rec: This one is EPIC! Like, in length (which it needs every word of for the story that is going on here) and in the great portrayal of Kylo and Hux and their relationship! It’s super original too-not just the plot but the depiction of Kylo as something ‘other’ and the Southern Gothic vibes, and Hux-this is a wonderful take on Hux! He loses none of his edge, in my opinion and yet the reader is ‘with’ him all the way through, rooting for him! The descriptions are killer too-EmperorsVornskr has a felicity of expression that kept me reading (albeit in more than one sitting). Also worth noting that this is a wonderful and carefully handled depiction of trans!Hux, in my admittedly cis opinion. The theme of finding your tribe/your people/and your special someone in this, albeit in sometimes unexpected places is warming! I enjoyed every moment of this fic! Gravity Well

kyluxtrashcompactor

https://archiveofourown.org/works/13062495/chapters/29879001

Words: 176,421

Rating: Explicit

Summary: Snoke is gone, but his death has solved nothing between Hux and Kylo Ren. The First Order's trust in their leaders wanes as they vie for power over one another, and if they cannot learn to work together, they may both lose everything they've worked for.Forging that alliance after years at each other's throats will not be as easy as letting the past die, however—they will face subterfuge, enemies in the shadows, treachery, and being stranded on a hostile planet with creatures out of nightmare, barely escaping constant danger with their lives while having only one another to rely on.And that is just the beginning.

My thoughts on the rec: I realize this one is very well known by now, but I’ll rec it again for good reason! It’s quality long-fic! I love how competent Hux is in this surival-style fic, even without the Force to save him! And Kylo is a badass! kyluxtrashcompactor is a master of the slow burn here and we’re even lucky enough to be getting a sequel (although Gravity Well will also stand perfectly on its own). The writing in this will draw you in and not let you go!

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That’s all for now! I hope you enjoy reading these as much as I did!  

[shoutogepi]

Alarm

Todoroki Shouto

word count : 2K (blurb!)

[ ✘ (nsfw!) ]  

themes : sub!shouto, dom!reader, praise, bondage

bio : Your boyfriend loves to be tied up and tortured, and you’re more than happy to deliver.

author’s note : uhhh idk in the past there’ve been some requests for sub sho so thought i would post these meager scraps to feed you guys while i work on the next fic (tamaki smut)

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🄰 loud moan floats from Shouto’s parted lips, his eyes slamming shut underneath his furrowed brow. His hips attempt to shift backwards, away from your touch, but the ropes holding down his thighs leave no room for escape. His muscles push against the restraints, but the only part of his body that he can move is his head, which he throws back in agony as your finger traces down his shaft.

The remnants of his ruined orgasm drip down the crevices of his abs, his cock red and twitching angrily at how you’d jerked your hand away as soon as his load began to spurt out. Without your touch his release had been painfully unsatisfactory; he had cried out in distress as the ecstasy instantly vanished and only its phantom remained, leaving his cock erect before you.

“Do you wanna be a good boy for me now, baby?” Your words splice the tension in the air, and he moves his face forward again to see your fist close around his length.

“Aha— ah!” He groans as your lips hug the head of his cock, your tongue experimentally roving over his salty, flustered skin. Swirling it around his swollen tip, your watchful eyes take in the intoxicating expression painted over his handsome features. When your cheeks hollow and you welcome more of him into his mouth, his eyes nearly bug out of his head and he lewdly whimpers,” S-Sensitiveee.”

His caution falling on deaf ears, your gaze only twinkles with threat as you take even more of him between your lips, your tongue washing the bulging vein that splits into two on the underside of his cock. Shouto gasps and attempts to lift his hips at your persistence, half-lidded eyes glued to your every move. His tongue pokes out to wet his lips, and he takes his bottom lip between his teeth as you begin to bob your head. The length of him easily glides in and out of your mouth, and his tip pressing against the walls of your throat makes his eyes drift upward underneath his lids in pleasure. His breath is ragged, muscular chest shaking with each sharp inhale.

Incoherent words tumble from his mouth, his eyes straining to stay open. Your torture on his cock sends electricity shooting through his limbs, the stimulation almost too much— but fuck, your pace is just right— you know how to dance upon the fine line between too much and not enough, and it has him sweating and seeing stars. His cock is harder than ever, and he cannot fathom how you’d managed to keep his length this erect after his climax.

“Ngggh!” Shouto grumbles when your fist glides over the head, flushed cock twitching violently against your palm. “Please,” he croaks, drooping eyes cast down to lock with your own, peering up at him with a wicked glint. He isn’t really sure what exactly he’s asking for, but the word slides out of him without a thought.

His heart begins to hammer in his chest as you stand, and his eyes instantly fly to the glistening folds between your legs. He can only whine as your leg swings over his lap, your arms landing on his shoulders and pulling yourself closer to him. His cock jumps as your hard nipples drag against his skin, and you giggle as the slick hardness pokes your abdomen.

Your chest flush against his, you lean in and press the softest kiss to his lips. Shouto’s head spins, his hands itching with the need to reach out and pull you closer to him. His jaw falls slack as you begin to grind against him, your slick slipping onto his cock and trailing down his thigh. Your core is so hot against his aching length, he lets out a long moan as his head falls back once again. Your hips roll against his restrained lap, pulling your clit along his pink skin with ease. Pussy leaking onto him, even though you’re in control you can’t help but let out an erotic groan. Having your seemingly-aloof, collected man struggling to keep it together underneath you has your eyes rolling back in excitement, your teeth conquering his lower lip. Raising your hips, you guide his tip along your slit and around your soaked entrance in deviously slow circles.

“Y/N,” Shouto gasps, brow cinched and perspiration glistening along the side of his handsome face. His eyes dart toward your pussy hovering over his cock, gulping audibly as you lower yourself just halfway onto the tip. “I— fuck, I don’t think I can—“

Your fingernails delve through his two-toned locks, scraping against his scalp as you grab a handful and pull, eliciting a deep, lustful sound. His chin juts into the air, sharp jawline hiked upwards, but his eyes do not leave yours. There are no words to describe the passion that crackles between the two of you; all you can do is give him your most sultry gaze and cheshire-like grin.

“You can,” you purr, your other hand brushing him against your clit one last time, “and you will.”

His cock pushes into you, parting your slippery walls like a hot knife through soft butter. You sink down onto him slowly, savoring the stretch as you accommodate the delicious intrusion. A broken moan rings from Shouto’s lips, but he doesn’t dare break eye contact with you. Your gaze is fiery and demanding, and he can only watch your face as the warmth of your cunt envelops his tender length in a silky, intense euphoria.

Just as your mouth had taken him before, your pussy welcomes him at a snail's pace; just fast enough to keep him panting but slow enough to sate his weary cock. Your hand still rooted in his hair, the other reaches behind you to scratch your nails from his knee toward you. Goosebumps rise to meet the stuffy air of the room, and his head falls to lay on your arm as you sink back down onto him, balls deep.

Sheathed inside you, Shouto can barely keep his wits, his eyelids heavy with lust and exhaustion, but he would never miss out on an opportunity to see your blissful, dominant expression above him. Deciding to give him a reward, your free hand lands on the wide expanse of his chest, your fanned fingers sliding shut to capture his nipple, and rubbing the sensitive bud gently as you massage the hard muscle underneath. He lets a loud cry loose, cock perking upright inside of you at the stimulation.

You begin to increase your pace, restless to feel his thick member draw along your walls. Shouto cannot keep the noises of pleasure from surfacing, unabashed and gravely moans releasing out into the silent room. Your clit rubs against the bicolored thatch of hair at the base of his cock, and his hips try to buck against the ropes without prevail. The angle of you on his lap provides fulfilling access to deep inside your womb,  your essence dripping down his balls and onto the chair underneath him to form a small, slick puddle.

Your hand leaves his chest momentarily to grip your own breast, placing it into Shouto’s open mouth before finding purchase on his pec once again. He latches onto your tit instantly, tongue rolling around your nipple before sucking on the pebbled bud and flicking against it with reckless abandon. His eagerness to please only turns you on even more, your hips slamming down to stuff yourself with his heavy length.

“Fuck, baby, you feel so damn good,” you groan, tightening your loosened hold on his hair. He grunts in immediate response, lips wrapped around your breast and tongue working feverishly. “You’re such a good boy, yeah— you’re my good boy,” you praise, and your tit falls from his mouth as he lets out a whine.

Your words have him twitching inside and quivering underneath you, harsh puffs of steam surging from his now gaping mouth. Orange embers begin to lick the edges of his scar, a coating of frost emanating from his hand tied behind his back. He can only say your name, chanting it like you’d cast a bewitching spell upon his beautiful, delirious form.

The familiar coil tightening in your stomach, you groan as you slam onto him with newfound ferocity. No longer holding anything back, your fingers leave his nipple to gently grip his throat, fingers winding around the thick, corded muscles there. His eyes are on you, both hands forcing him to match your searing gaze as you fuck yourself onto his cock.

“You’re mine, you’re all mine,” you gasp, and he groans in agreement, the embers on his face growing into little flames along his skin. “Fuck, does my good boy wanna cum? You gonna cum in me, fill me to the brim with your seed, baby?” The words are sharp and frayed, your lungs nearly breathless as you bounce on his throbbing length.

“Fuck, yes,” Shouto moans, voice trembling as your fingers press into the racing pulse on his throat. “All yours— so close!” The chair beneath you squeaks as you pound yourself onto him, his body shaking as the pressure in his stomach nears its peak. “P-Please, I need to... Please let me cum,” he begs breathlessly, desperation emerging in his gray and blue gaze. 

His request has your cunt fluttering around him, an offering to charm the ravenous beast of your dominance. You hungrily accept his words, nodding as your jaw falls, the feeling of his long, thick cock splitting you taking over your senses entirely. “Fuck, be a good boy and cum inside me then.”

The fingers in his hair yank hard, pulling his head backwards as your other hand keeps its tight hold on his neck. His body tenses, and you cry out as you drop your hips onto him for the final time. Both of your strangled moans fill the room, ecstasy wracking through your bodies as you hurtle over the edge together. Your legs shake as your cunt squeezes around him, and his body strains against the ropes as he coats your walls in hot and sticky spurts.

Your trembling fingers soothe over his damp skin, pushing the hair dangling over his eyes back to press a kiss to his forehead. He hums at the gesture, cooling his breath so it calms the rosy skin of your chest. The flames flickering on his face dull before dying out, the intensity of the moment lulling as your hand slips from his throat, arm wrapping around his neck to place your lips on his.

“I love you,” he murmurs against your mouth, lips pushing against yours passionately.

You purr in reciprocation, but before you can voice your feelings the sprinkler on the ceiling bursts to life, cold water instantly drenching both of you.

You shriek at the rude interruption, sharing an incredulous look with the man underneath you, whose cock is still softening within you. After the initial shock, you let out a sigh, the gaze between the two of you knowing but still amused.

“You set off the fire alarm again, baby,” you can’t help but chuckle at the ridiculous situation, the shy grin on Shouto’s lips spurring you on.

“Technically you set it off,” he corrects, raising a brow at you. “I was just being a good boy.”

You smack his arm with a huff of faux irritation before you give him another quick kiss and begin to undo the ties on his wrists, wondering how angry your landlord will be with the two of you for yet another sprinkler-related incident. Concluding that Shouto can pay for any damages he’d caused, you decide that the session you’d just finished was well worth it, drenched furniture and all.

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➥ masterlist ✍(◔◡◔) thanks for reading!!

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[angellissy]

the stars that lit up the sky

Based on this lovely request> Would you do another Cameron sibling one with rage and Sarah? I really loved the first one!

Thank you!! Means the world and I am so sorry it took so long. 

Rafe Cameron x Sister Reader

AN> Sorry for my lack of writing but I will try to get more fics up. I am graduating tomorrow so hopefully, my first two weeks of summer will be spent writing outer banks fics for you guys. Shoutout to my bestie Ellie, who helped me come up with a concept and who also just exists. I love u @myjjbaby . Enjoy!

Tossing and turning, seemed to be the only thing you had been doing for the past hours. The white linen sheets always seemed to find a way to tangle themselves with your limbs, making sleeping impossible. The sun had gone down hours ago, bringing all the sound that usually echoed throughout the house, with it. The clock ticking on your wall served as a constant reminder of the hours of sleep you lost. Unintentionally causing your breath to quicken, the fear of never falling asleep had always been a factor of stress. You were unsure why, but it always lingered in your mind. Sometimes making it even harder for your mind to relax and escape into another world, which usually caused you to stay in this one.

As a child your mind would be restless, you could lay awake for hours. Your eyes would often be looking at your ceiling, at the bright yellow stars that your older brother had glued there. Using the stars, he had created yours and his zodiac sign. The two of you were not only bound together by blood, but also by the same stars. So when the sun went down, the stars lit up and gathered your attention for the next hours. It helped calm your mind and whenever your older brother opened the door to your room and peeked inside, you would be laying still, holding a teddy bear close to your chest.

And as a child, those illuminating stars would be enough to lull you to sleep. But when you had reached a certain age, your dad had them removed, arguing that stars were for children and that you no longer, in his opinion, were a child. So the stars disappeared, ending in up in some charity box that your dad gave to the less fortunate. From that day on, you had to find new strategies. One included not sleeping at all, and as you got older another one meant partying all night to avoid having to deal with trying to fall asleep.

Tonight it looked like you would be choosing the first option, so you sat up, pushing the countless blankets off your exhausted body. When your father removed the stars from the ceiling, your brother desperately tried to come up with a new idea that would lull you to sleep. His solution was to build something similar to a bed on your windowsill, making it possible for you to watch the stars once again, though this time they were real and sometimes covered by clouds. So that was where you went whenever your brain failed to relax. You brought one blanket with you as you climbed up on the windowsill. No stars were in view tonight, the only thing that lit up the sky was the white moon. But still, it was not as bright as it usually was. Sometimes you couldn’t help but wonder if your mood was reflected in the weather, it always seemed to be that way at least.

You furrowed your brows when you saw two shadows reflected on the ground beneath you, the porch light was giving them away. With quick finger movements, you pushed the window open, making it possible for you to lean out. The beats of your heart quickened as the adrenaline rushed through your veins. What if it was a burglar? Or one of Rafe’s peculiar friends? Nevertheless, you would probably not dare do anything about it, but maybe if you did your dad would finally give you some credit. Or even better, maybe your older brother would start paying more attention to you than those bags of white dust in his pockets. You leaned further out, this time the sound of hushed voices reached your ears. 

“How are we supposed to get inside?” The only thing you could make up was that it was the voice of a female. It did sound pretty familiar, and you understood why when the second person opened their mouth.

“Well Sarah if you weren’t such an idiot and dropped the keys, we would’ve been fine.” That was the sometimes infuriating voice of your older brother, there was no doubt about it. You would have known that voice anywhere. When you were younger it was his voice that guided you away from the sadness that engulfed you whenever your father yelled at you, blaming him for mistakes that weren’t even yours. It was also his voice that managed to say something that would draw out a big laugh from you.

“Can you‐” Sarah sighed, breathing in and out. “Can you keep it down?” You heard Rafe mutter something in response and decided that it was your turn to shine since you also were their only way inside.

“You need some help or something?” They jumped at the sound of your voice, seemingly startled. Rafe was holding one of his hands against his chest, trying to calm his heartbeat into a normal rhythm. Meanwhile, Sarah was looking relieved by the sight of your face, as she also knew that you were their savior. Hoping to freak them out a little more you hopped down from the window on the floor without a word, quickly making your way down to the front door. As quietly as you could, you unlocked it and opened it, letting in both of your older siblings. Both reeking of alcohol and other substances, but you were used to it. Particularly the way the smell of alcohol had intertwined with Rafe’s perfume, it seemed to never leave. Always a lingering smell, no matter how hard he tried to hide it on those days when being intoxicated was not socially acceptable.

“Thank you very much.” Sarah gave you a small hug and a kiss on the cheek before dashing up to her bedroom, most likely to talk to that boy she just met. As soon as she was gone it was just you and Rafe. The sibling that constantly seemed to avoid you, always coming up with excuses not to hang out. His hand flew up to his hair, scratching it ever so lightly. You coughed a little, unsure of what to do.

“Yeah well uh‐” His eyes darted between you and the staircase behind your body “I should probably head up, but thanks.” He was about to walk past you when you stepped in front of him, blocking his way and making him look at you through furrowed brows.

“Why do you not wanna hang out with me anymore?” He gulped and backed a few steps away from you. “Um, come with me.” He turned around and walked towards the kitchen, even though you were confused you followed him. Not wanting to miss out on the opportunity to hang out with your older brother. He gestured for you to sit down on a barstool, and you did, watching him as he started to get things out from the refrigerator.

“What are you doing?” He gave you a small smile as he shrugged his shoulders. “ Well, I suppose you were too young to remember this.” He paused while he turned on the stove and placed a frying pan on it. “When you were younger and were upset with me or Sarah you would make us or the nanny make you a grilled cheese, it was the only way for us to be able to talk to you.”

Your lips parted slightly as you dug inside of your mind, trying to find this specific memory. “I don’t remember that.” You mumbled, feeling slightly ashamed that such a sweet memory could have disappeared. He nodded, stumbling a bit as he turned around to put the sandwiches in the pan. “So that’s what you are doing now then?” He gave you a small smile and nodded.

“Never been very good with expressing stuff.” You snorted and he furrowed his brows at you, but his smile did not falter. After a couple of minutes, he put the grilled cheese on a platter and served it to you. You took a bite, the taste instantly melted in your mouth, it was so good that you could have cried. You put it down and wiped your mouth with the back of your hand before asking him once again, why he had been avoiding you.

He rested his head in his hands, looking down at the countertop. “I am supposed to be your big brother, a role model of some sort. But I am not exactly suited for that role anymore.” A bitter laugh escaped his lips and you swallowed hard, surprised that he was actually telling the truth and not some half-hearted lie.

“But I don’t need you to be a role model Rafe, I just need you to be my brother.” You paused, searching his eyes for some reaction, but he still looked down, making it very difficult. “You are going through some shit but that’s exactly the time when you shouldn’t push me away, just let me be your little sister again. And let me help you.” He looked up, a small smile on his lips as he walked around the kitchen isle just to wrap his arms around you.

“I don’t need your help, but I’ll try to regain the best big brother title you gave me as kids.” You nodded against his chest, that promise would be enough for now. As long as you got your best friend back.

“Care to tell me why you were still up at this hour?” He said when he let go. A small sigh escaped your lips “Couldn’t sleep.” He nodded, then gestured for you to follow him once again. This time you ended up in his room, you had not stepped foot in here for ages and you felt like neither had he since he looked a bit confused. After a bit of thought, he opened the door to his clothes, walked inside and asked you to follow.

“Turn the off the lights.” You did as he asked and the second you did, the room became illuminated by a different kind of light. The on that had adorned your childhood bedroom for several years.

“You kept the stars.” You whispered, astonished over the fact that he had done that and that he never told you.

“Yeah, I didn’t want dad to know so I kept them here, I should have told you sooner.” You brushed him off with a little wave, your eyes were still glued to the ceiling. You moved closer to his side and let him pull you into his chest, both of you were starving for hugs. The two kids that barely received any from your parents, that was why it was so important that you two were on the same side. If you were, you could dismiss the cold gazes and angry remarks from your father, together. So side by side you watched the stars, and side by side the two of you helped each other survive. 

[boogiepilgrim]

thanks for tagging me @taste-thewaste, love ya ⭐

fic writer interview

name: bethany (bluemoves98)

fandoms: ok first off i wanna say i dont . consider myself a fic writer? the one on my account ^ began on a whim. back in the sweet days of yore, summer 2019, on like my fifth watch of rocketman. the part where bernie says "we'll go to my raench. we’ll hide awaehy" hit, and i was like...... um. holy fucking shit. the idea was born. and so i was like, omg i bet ppl ARE writing fics about this. so i went, and i 👀, and i saw the dynamics people were wanting to read about, etc... & the particular one i skimmed through didnt do it for me. like, it just wasnt.. believable where it needed to be, stuff like that. ppl were wanting to read/write about an abusive relationship, but that random one, to ME, was totally off the mark. so, i took the idea i had (the ranch idea, which had branched by this stage into the telephone thing..), and concocted a story that depicted that in a more accurate, there-is-absolutely-nothing-sexy-about-this way. the answer to this question is: rocketman

two-shot?: i..do not know what this really means. i know what a one shot is? hmmm. perhaps you could consider nlh a two-shot considering im lich writing a companion story for it ☺️ xx stay tuned for that x

most popular multi-chapter fic: there only is one babey. out now. sequel coming soon........ im hoping august 8th... . but lets call it "soon"........ . ..

actual worst part of writing: like you said, ambie, finding the time to actually do it. with work n whatever else, it's hard to find stress-free time to do it sometimes

how you choose your titles: in true traditional fashion, title and chapters were all lyric excerpts that i felt pertained in some typa way

do you outline: i doooo. i think you need to, to some degree. like even the bare minimum. i DO love the freedom of taking it in any direction at any given time, but i also enjoy knowing where im headed and where i need to bring everything. the one im writing now, i think, is a lot more steadily outlined than the first one was.

ideas you probably won’t get around to, but wouldn’t it be nice: i dont actually plan on writing any more after this. ALTHOUGH i have a like lighthearted funny fantasy story based entirely on captain fantastic (the song) that has nothing to do with this, that i started writing on the side, in ye olde drafts. so who knows hunniez

callouts @ me: bitch, you didnt need to do bernie the fish so damn dirty. im sure ppl like @luzff, @rocketthem, @hobbit-with-tea, @killmypiano or anyone whos read it could answer this more accurately. or colourfully. fkhsjfjsjf id love to know

best writing traits: i havent got any idea. again, someone who has read it might be better at answering this.. ummm. something i wanted to accomplish w it was making it one of those fics you'd read that stays with u for some time, ur invested, it’s full of detail, lore. relatability. which i feel like i did. theres stuff to piece together or like draw ur own conclusions about since it's told strictly from one pov. a fair amount lies between the lines. another thing is it's obviously dark, but it's also like . not too serious in places, and as a whole has got like a charming element (regarding the good stuff). SO, more self promo: if you at all cared about nlh n the characters i made up, u may love the second (2nd) pov of it. because there is SO much that i put into nlh that will be brought to light and wrapped up in a NEAT little PACKAGE 🎁 in little miss qat

spicy tangential opinion: im on board w yours amber. one of mine would be: if youre going to write about experiences you havent experienced, even in a fanfic, i feel like you should at least do a lil research on the way. it helps your writing, and also prevents you from putting potentially harmful content out there

idk that many fic writers; i dont read them myself anymore. but i tag: @axlnchas, + anyone else who sees this and wants to 🧡

[skaliciascribbles]

Down Day

So I’ve been feeling really productive because of all the Moon Blossom stuff I’ve been writing, so I decided to finally write something with Horror and Fresh cuddling like I’ve been wanting to do for a while now. More specifically this is the same Fresh from the birthday fic I wrote for him, just a ways down the line when things are looking up for him because he deserves something good and soft.

But yeah, this is meant to be Horror/Fresh in a QPR, though the boys don’t know the term and would probably just call themselves friends.

Enjoy~

The voices were quiet today. Fresh knew they were still there, the faint feeling of their existence was something he’d forced himself to be able to pinpoint to make sure he was still fine. Even knowing they were there, the silence in his head was driving the itching need to do something to draw their attention. Except his mind was coming up with blanks. He didn’t know what he could do inside of Nightmare’s castle that would be interesting enough to make sure he wasn’t forgotten. Logically, he knew that this was likely just another one of those spots where time didn’t flow alongside the time of their reality and so they couldn’t be there, but he wasn’t forgotten. His emotions didn’t seem to care though. That was the most frustrating part of emotions. The way they’d come to blindside logic and push some other narrative no matter the inaccuracies or how dangerously it might make you act.

“Head troubles?” came a chuckle from nearby. Fresh didn’t mean to shriek, but his nerves and perception were shot. Anything happening outside of his host had been pushed to the background for him to try and calm the frazzled jitters coursing through him and making him shiver. “Are… can I touch?”

Eyes closed, Fresh nodded his assent. “Y-yeah,” he managed to push out despite the crushing feeling encompassing him.

Prepared for it, Fresh barely startled at the large hands. Even though he’d has his suspicions based on the voice alone, the size of the other confirmed to him that it was Horror. Without much thinking, he turned to grab onto the larger’s jacket. Now that somebody else was here, he just wanted to curl up and pretend he didn’t exist for a while as if that would solve his problems.

The couch he was resting on dipped and he was effortlessly scooped into Horror’s lap. A shaky breath escaped Fresh as it felt like something that had been coiling tight within him relaxed. He wasn’t alone. He wasn’t forgotten. That made him safe, right?

A thumb gently running over his cheeks and pushing his glasses up and away from his sockets made Fresh finally blink his sockets open. Horror’s eye light was watching him in a way that only radiated concern as a gentle smile sat on his face. “You’re okay,” he soothed, “I’m right here. So you don’t need to cry, okay?” It took a second for the words to mean anything beyond the comforting rumbling of Horror’s chest as he spoke. One of Fresh’s own hands came up to his face, and when he pulled it away it glistened while wet.

“Yo, I.. uh… sorry ‘bout-”

“Don’t apologize.” Fresh was quick to quiet himself at Horror’s interruption. The words holding force, but no anger. The parasite just paused to look at the way Horror’s face pinched, as if Fresh’s attempt at an apology was hard for him to quite understand. He couldn’t help but raise a hand with a bright fingerless glove up to try and wipe the silent frustration he could catch in the way Horror’s hand twitched at the same time as his empty socket away. Horror blinked at the action before bringing one of his own hands, double the size of the one belong to Fresh’s host, to cover it as he leaned into the touch. “You sh’dn’t ‘polozige.” The gentle giant seemed to finally piece together the words he wanted to say, even if they weren’t as clear as before. “Don’t care if ‘m wet, y’ need t’ get ‘em out like th’ boss says.”

“But I didn’t even mean ta all up and start bawling,” Fresh protested.

Horror huffed as he stared at where Fresh knew his host’s soul was visible. “Jus’ ‘cause you didn’t mean to, doesn’t mean it’s not…” He trailed off, head bobbing back and forth faintly. He then turned to nuzzle into Fresh’s hand more, eyes falling closed as he tried to concentrate. “Not meaning to doesn’t make it not good for you,” he finally settled on.

Fresh shook his head and gave a small laugh, though he didn’t exactly know why. He let himself fall back against Horror’s chest and curl up a bit to get comfy. With his one hand trapped by Horror, he let it be as the other moved to rest gently against the barrel of a chest. Faint purring began to vibrate against him and he just gave a soft sigh while Horror wrapped his own free arm around Fresh protectively.

The comfort Horror offered was something Fresh would have never been able to dream of before they’d gotten close, but he was so glad to have it. Even with the voices still just that faint sensation that meant they hadn’t abandoned him yet, he didn’t feel as bad about it anymore. In fact, he almost felt like he could fall asleep here like this.

Instead of doing that, he rubbed his face against Horror’s shirt before looking up. “Wanna watch Th’ Lion King?”

The purring was interrupted for more of Horror’s deep chuckles. “Haven’t we watch that twice already this week?”

“Three times actually, but ya can’t diss a good movie,” Fresh grinned up at the red eye light staring down at him. Horror only watched him in amusement.

“Would, but I like these cuddles an’ don’t want t’ move.” He nuzzled into Fresh’s hand again. Fresh felt his face heat up in that strange way he didn’t understand, but he ignored it in favour of the way Horror’s smile grew. “C’n text Cross t’ put it in. He likes it too, right?” Voice not working, all Fresh could do was nod as he fished out his phone since his companion didn’t look ready to move any time soon. As he typed away with one hand, he found himself okay with that idea.

[the-mystical-aquatic-gay]

So my friend @flags-and-fanfiction​ and I have this massive ML Rewrite that we’ve been planning for ages. We haven’t actually started a fic for it or anything, but since quarantine started, I’ve actually been drawing up some costumes for it.

Anyways I thought I’d share some of them with y’all cause I’m actually pretty proud of them!

First up we’ve got a redesign of Miss Chloé Bourgeois’ Queen Bee costume

This design might change at some point, and obviously I didn’t draw in hair or a mask or anything, but this is the outfit we’re probably gonna go with! If you want details about it I’m gonna have some extra stuff under the cut.

Okay let’s dive in here, I’m gonna have notes about the actual costume and about the rest of her design that wasn’t drawn here. Actual drawing stuff first:

I’m gonna try to work from the bottom up so let’s start with the shoes. Yes I know I kept the heels from the canon design, yes I know heels are high impractical for combat but hear me out:

Her suit is magical, if the suits’ are powered by tiny gods that can make the suits look like whatever their wielder truly desires, then I think its plausible that those tiny gods could use magic to allow the wielder to fight safely in heels if they really wanted it.

Chloé is pretty feminine in canon and we plan on keeping that in this AU, so I thought the heels would be a nice thing to keep.

Pointy things are good for jabbing your opponent if they grab you, I think Chloé would take advantage of things like that that other people would see as a weakness and turn them into a hidden strength.

I think that’s enough on the boots so let’s move on to the skirt

The skirt is actually dual purpose, yes it’s obviously a cute little skirt for our Queen and it adds a little splash of blue to her design. But one of the things we’ve decided on for this AU is that any miraculous based on an animal that can fly (Ladybug, Bee, Butterfly, etc), yeah, the person using that miraculous can now fly when transformed. So when Chloé needs to fly somewhere, that skirt will shift up and become wings on her back.

Aside from that, the skirt is another little bit of femininity to her costume and honestly, as long as they’re not long enough for you to step on or something, skirts give a great range of motion and I think Chloé would recognize and use that. In case you weren’t sure from the drawing there is actually a black miniskirt under the skirt that can switch into wings.

Next up the arm things, I just kinda thought they looked cool honestly? They do also follow the idea I mention before though of pointy things being good in close combat though. An alternate idea I’d considered but couldn’t get to work properly (because for some reason I was doing this on Paint 3D) with gloves lined with fuzz like I did on the shoulders. I still might change it to that idea in the future.

Next is the vest and undershirt. I don’t think there’s really much to elaborate on here, it’s just a vest and shirt. All I can really say is that i wanted to have a collar and goes out away from the neck but I didn’t really have room to draw it with the puffballs there so I just drew the shape but attached to her neck instead.

I already mention the puffballs, so I guess the only thing that I really wanted to say here was that those are supposed to be yellow with a light dusting of orange over the top of fuzz/fluff/whatever you wanna call it.

Next we have the things that aren’t in that picture but will be a part of her design in the fic, how her powers differ from canon, and anything else I can think of:

Her hair is gonna be a crown braid with little blue flowers woven in

Why flowers? That actually has to do with her powers! See we think that all powerful gods only giving their wielders one single power that they can only use once is dumb, so we’re changing that.

We don’t have the entire power system figured out, magic systems are hard y’all, but we do have some ideas. For Chloé her powers now are:

Main Power: we haven’t settled on a name for it, but those blue flowers? They’ll be used to seek out people how are willing and able to cooperate with the heroes in their fight. The magic that brings them to Chloé will also protect them from just getting insta killed by the akuma or something.

Secondary Power (might have more than one of these later): her weapon is gonna be a giant honey dipper, if needed she can use it to trap people in a giant glob of honey - and yes, this is basically just venom

We don’t have an official idea for her mask, because we’re changing basically everything for this AU, but I at least am thinking that she’d look cool with some sort of wire frame mask? Yeah they’re obviously not great for hiding faces, but neither are the canon masks, so chalk it up to miraculous magic disguising their identities.

This is the style of mask I mean:

That kinda thing would be so cool on her right? I love these kinds of masks so i just kind fell in love with the idea when I thought of it!

Anyways, I think that’s all the major stuff we’ve got for our version of Queen Bee right now. There’s more stuff we have for Chloé herself, like just as a character outside of the mask, but that can be its own post if people are interested. At some point soon ish here I’m probably gonna do a post about Night Prince, who is our take on Felix with the Black Cat miraculous (this isn’t an “Adrien loses his miraculous partway through the fic” type of thing, he has it from the start, we’re giving Adrien the Turtle when the time comes)

I hope y’all enjoyed this look into our AU and I’ll try to give everyone more soon! 

Edit: here’s the link to Night Prince’s post

[bangtanstanst]

Nightcap

As Head Boy and Head Girl, you and Jimin are very responsible people. Except on those rare occasions when it’s late, you’re tired and hungry, and the word ‘rules’ seems to just... disappear from Jimin’s dictionary.

≽ pairing: slytherin!jimin x slytherin!reader ≽ genre: post-e2l au, hogwarts au, fluff feat. a lot of kissing; stand-alone sequel/one shot ≽ warnings: mentions of wizard alcohol aka firewhiskey, Kids Being Naughty™ ≽ word count: 3.9k

a/n: hello friends!! I hope you’ve all been well this week♥ Remember that one slytherin!jimin fic I uploaded a couple months ago? I loved writing it so much that I couldn’t get it out of my head, so I started writing this one shot and I thought you guys might like to read it, so here it is! :) If you haven’t read that fic, worry not, you can definitely read this one on its own!! In any case, I hope you enjoy it♥♥♥

›› tag list: @dimplemono @sugasheart @jinitude​ @sebastianshoe @azulamakesmeblank​ ‹‹

original story based on a request by @bts-lys: truce part one • part two

masterlist

You huff as you shuffle down the steps of the Slytherin common room, tugging at your tie to finally loosen it and give yourself some room to breathe. Your eyes are drooping and your shoulders are hanging low, your feet aching from walking around the castle for hours. Even worse, you can’t go to bed yet – you haven’t gotten the chance to finish all your homework.

Patrol duty fucking sucks.

The common room is cold and empty, as it always is at this hour. The chairs and tables that litter the room are deserted, with only the occasional forgotten feather or roll of parchment left behind. The lake’s usual greenish glow that shines through the windows isn’t there, and the only light is coming from the torches lining the walls, flames flickering and casting erratic shadows on the stone floor.

Your eye falls on the couches by the fireplace and you notice a mop of pale hair leaning on the backrest of the dark leather couch. Raising an eyebrow, you freeze in your tracks just before you get off the final step, tilting your head – his lips are parted, eyes fluttered closed. There’s a book resting on his stomach and his hands are loosely holding onto it, his chest slowly rising and falling as he softly breathes in and out.

A grin starts to tug at your lips and you perk up – all your tiredness seems to slip right out of you. Perfect.

With a wide smirk, you jump off the last step, a thud echoing through the common room as your feet hit the stone floor – Jimin shoots up with a loud snore, wildly shaking his head and blinking. “Up! I’m up! Is it breakfast time?”

You chuckle as you walk up to the couch, your footsteps bouncing off the walls. “Not even close.”

He looks around for a moment, his eyebrows furrowed as he takes in his dark surroundings, the ashes smouldering in the fireplace – and then slumps back into the couch when he realises you’re right. “Jesus Christ, did you have to do that?” he exhales slowly, running a hand through his hair.

You chuckle once more, plopping down next to him. “Most definitely,” you say, staring up at the common room’s high ceiling. You can hear the lake water swishing right outside the windows and you sink further into the comfortable cushions of the leather couch – no wonder Jimin fell asleep here. “I told you not to wait up,” you mutter lowly, turning your head to face him. “You need to rest up.”

“I wasn’t waiting up for you,” Jimin defends with an exaggerated, offended tone, sitting up to snatch the book off his torso. “I’ve got some very important homework for tomorrow that I need to do, so this is all one big coincidence, sweetheart.”

You let out a snort, raising an eyebrow at the book he’s holding up – Potions. “Ah, of course,” you reply, a smile curling at your lips. “The homework we totally didn’t finish together before I left.”

He chuckles and nods in reply, putting the book away so he can lean closer. “Exactly,” he mutters, pressing a kiss to your cheek, his nose nuzzling your cheekbone. “But now that you just so happen to be here, I have to admit it’s nice to see you.”

You let out a sigh and your smile softens, body rolling over so you can kiss him on the lips. You’re both slow and lazy, your fingers absently fumbling with the collar of his button-up. “You, too,” you mutter as you pull back. “But you should really have gone to bed.”

“I wait up for you all night and this is what I get?” he teases, his arm sneaking underneath your robes to pull you closer, his warm hand pressing to your lower back. “You really are ruthless.”

You raise an eyebrow at him. “I thought you weren’t waiting for me,” you shoot back, though he simply shrugs in response and you laugh softly. “In any case, I don’t think you should be calling me ruthless, sweetheart,” you add, leaning back. Jimin raises his eyebrows in curiosity, eyes flickering to your hand as you reach inside your robes – you pull out a clear glass bottle, holding it by its neck as the amber liquid sloshes around within.

Jimin’s eyes widen when he recognises the label and he draws in a soft gasp, taking the bottle from you. “You picked up firewhiskey on patrol duty?” he asks, looking at you from underneath his eyelashes, a small smile curling at his lips. “Bad Head Girl.”

You simply grin back at him, shrugging. “I mean, I thought I might as well snatch a little something, since we’re probably not celebrating any Quidditch wins any time soon.”

With a chuckle, he raises an eyebrow. “I’m just gonna pretend I didn’t hear that,” he replies, looking down at the bottle and letting out a happy sigh. “I knew I wouldn’t regret waiting up for you.”

You narrow your eyes at him once more and you raise an eyebrow as he looks back up at you – he’s usually better at staying consistent with his lies.

This time, though, he just grins and shrugs. “What are you gonna do, magic me back to sleep?”

You snort, rolling your eyes as you sink back into the cushions – you decide to let it go, rather starting on the real reason why you brought the bottle along. “Actually…” you start slowly, making him look up from the bottle with his eyebrows raised. “I know I told you to get some sleep, but I…” You sigh heavily, wanting so badly to bury your face into his shoulder and fall asleep in his arms – you feel like you could do so any minute now, but you’re fighting to keep yourself awake. “I was hoping you’d maybe wanna stay up with me a little longer.”

His eyebrows furrow together subtly and he narrows his eyes at you. “Why do I feel like this is not the fun kind of staying up?”

You wince, scratching your head as you avert your eyes. “I might still have some Alchemy homework for tomorrow that I’ve been putting off on doing, and… Well…” you trail off, crossing your arms and clearing your throat – you can only bear to look at him from your periphery.

Realisation washes over Jimin’s face the moment he figures out where your sentence is headed, and a smug smirk breaks out – he leans back, his arm draped over the back of the couch. “Yes?” he encourages, tilting his head.

You let out a huff, though you feel a small smile of your own start to break out. “Do you really want me to spell it out for you?”

“Oh, definitely,” he replies with that ever-widening smirk of his.

You huff once more, he raises an eyebrow in response – the bet might be over at this point, but neither of you have quite given up on the whole ‘getting the other to admit you’re better’ part. And you often have fun in holding off on it – but you’re not feeling as feisty tonight. “Okay, I might be asking for your help,” you say with a sigh, glaring at him.

The smugness in Jimin’s smile melts away, and it turns bright and victorious instead. “See? That wasn’t that hard, now was it?” he chirps, and you chuckle, shaking your head as he puts the bottle of firewhiskey on the dark wooden coffee table. “Let’s see that homework, then.”

You smile at him, leaning forward rather than jumping up to grab your stuff, and his eyebrows shoot up in surprise – you press a kiss to his cheek and he quickly deflates, letting out a soft sigh instead. “Thank you,” you mutter, moving to jump up just when his arm sneaks underneath your robes and wraps around your waist, pulling you back into him.

You are neither surprised nor annoyed about it and you simply put your arms around his torso, eyes fluttering closed when his soft lips press a kiss to your forehead. “Of course,” he mumbles against your skin, kissing it once more. “Just ask me earlier next time. You need your rest, too.”

Letting out a sigh, you rest your head on his shoulder, the fabric of his button-up brushing against your skin. “I know,” you say in a voice that almost sounds like a whine, and Jimin chuckles. “I just needed to get the firewhiskey first,” you add with a small smile.

He scoffs and clicks his tongue, his chin grazes your hair as he shakes his head. “As if you need to bribe me with anything to get my help.”

You lift your head to raise an eyebrow at him. “Really, now?” you return, at which he nods innocently. With narrowed eyes, you hum thoughtfully, tilting your head. “Then what was the whole ‘give me a kiss or I won’t help you find your ladle’ debacle?”

He puckers up his lips into a pout as he looks off into the distance, pretending to genuinely give it some thought – but only seconds later, he shrugs. “I just wanted a kiss.”

“We were in class, you horndog!” you protest, wiggling out of his embrace so you can jump up from the couch.

Jimin watches you as you step away from the couch, sitting back with a smirk. “Oh, like you didn’t ‘accidentally’ fall on me during Care of Magical Creatures last week.”

You’re gonna plead the fifth on that one. “Hm? What was that?” you simply inquire, skipping over to the girls’ dormitories, speaking before he can repeat himself, “Sorry, I can’t hear you. The lake’s really loud tonight.”

All you hear is his chuckle echoing off the stone walls as you slip into your dormitory. You have to do your very best not to laugh in response and wake up the other girls sleeping there, silently grabbing your bag off your bed and pulling off your heavy black robe, tossing it aside for you to deal with later.

When you return to the common room, Jimin has put his Potions book on the coffee table next to the firewhiskey and he’s rummaging through his bag, pulling out a roll of parchment – his Alchemy homework. He’s softly humming to himself – way too upbeat for someone who’s about to start on homework late into the night.

Plopping down on the couch, you glance at him, and he looks back with a wide smile and an all too familiar glint in his eye. You huff – you’re not gonna get much homework done, are you? “What are you planning, Park?”

He laughs, turning his gaze to the roll of parchment in his hands as he unrolls it. “Oh, nothing much, I was just thinking,” he replies casually, scanning the scribbles on the parchment to look for the start of his assignments.

You almost don’t want to ask. “Thinking about what?” you blurt out anyway, too tired – and too curious – to stop yourself.

He grins, eyes flickering over to you as he pretends to focus on the parchment in front of him. “That firewhiskey isn’t the way to go if we wanna do homework.”

You’re slow tonight, and so your eyebrows simply furrow and you tilt your head. “Huh?”

Looking up from his parchment, he smiles at you. “Cute,” he mutters, tossing the scroll aside as he leans back against the couch. “I mean that we might wanna get some tea or something instead.”

For a moment, your frown deepens, still not quite understanding what the fuck he’s talking about – and then it finally clicks, and your lips part as you draw in a gasp. “Are you kidding me?” you scoff, violently shaking your head. “We’re not going down to the kitchens. No way.”

You turn to your Alchemy book, pointedly opening it and aggressively turning the pages – but Jimin simply leans closer. His arm slips around your shoulders and his warm body presses to your cold side, his chin landing on your shoulder. You try to ignore it, flicking through the pages of your book instead. “Too tired?”

You briefly hesitate as you gather your words, though you soon huff out and shake your head once more. “No, I’m just not being an idiot,” you reply dryly, hoping to talk the idea out of his head just this once. “We’re not gonna risk getting caught in the hallways past curfew for some midnight snacks.”

“Says the girl that just brought firewhiskey into the common room.”

You don’t have anything to say to that and Jimin knows it. You can hear the soft laugh he lets out, his breath ghosting over your neck, and you shiver in response – you try to suppress it and distract him with a sigh instead, though, knowing him, Jimin probably notices it anyway.

To your surprise, however, he doesn’t continue pressing you about it outright – doesn’t come in with the whole ‘come on, we can get away with it’ spiel you hear almost every day at this point. “Alright, I’m still gonna go down there, though,” he returns instead, pressing a warm kiss to your jaw before quickly jumping up. Without his arms around you, you shiver once more, though this time it’s just because you’re cold. “You can stay here or come with, up to you.”

You’re too tired to pretend to ignore him and so, you look up from the pages – their contents were starting to swim around on the paper anyway. “Jimin…” you call after him, trying to get him to stay. No amount of food is worth getting caught by Filch.

Jimin doesn’t reply and simply saunters onwards instead, calmly ascending the steps to the common room entrance. “Jimin!” you hiss, jumping up from the couch – your book tumbles to the ground with a loud thud and your heart skips a beat, a sharp breath escaping your lips.

He turns around, continues to walk backwards to the entrance. A bright smile is teased over his lips as he looks at you, raising his eyebrow – it’s like he’s challenging you. The bastard. “I think I might just grab some tea and cookies for myself, if you’re not joining,” he says with an exaggerated sigh – you narrow your eyes at him, not caring to pick up your book just yet. “My arms can only carry that much, you know.” 

You cross your arms. “Come on, I just came from there,” you protest weakly, at least trying to stand your ground. You can’t give in that easily.

Seeing right through your façade, Jimin simply smiles and tilts his head at you. He finally comes to a stop at the common room entrance, leaning his back against the door. His hands are in his pockets, his tie undone and hanging loosely around his neck, his collar unbuttoned, and sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His hair is messy from his nap and his eyes are slightly swollen – you’d think he’d look like a tired mess. But all his sleepiness seems to have been replaced by the mischievous glint in his eye, the wide smile plastered on his face.

“Come on, it’s fun!” he insists, and you’re almost surprised at the fact that he doesn’t stomp his feet to underline his point. “Just a little break from homework and responsibilities, and then we’ll go right back to being all prim and proper.”

Your eyes narrow, you remain silent. Does he always have to do this?

“I’ll make it worth your while,” he adds, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. Your tired mind can’t decide whether he means it like that, or simply that he’ll get you all the food you want – either way, you feel like you’ve been resisting for too long.

“Fuck it,” you huff, snatching your book from the floor and tossing it onto the couch.

Jimin snickers at you as you trudge up the steps, your feet aching, begging– rather, practically ordering you to sit back down on that couch, young lady. “Who’s the horndog now, hm?”

You snort at him as you catch up, following him back into the dark castle hallways. There’s no moonlight here in the dungeons and so your path is only lit by the flickering torches – the sound of crackling flames echoes through the deserted corridor. “I just really want those cookies, babe,” you reply lowly, wincing when your voice still bounces off the stone walls.

Jimin hums in amusement as you lock your pinky finger with his. “Oh, sure,” he replies – he’s clearly holding back his laugh, just in case Filch or Mrs Norris might be lurking somewhere around the corner.

“But since you offered it up so nicely, I will take that kiss,” you add in a whisper, smiling when he breathes out a soft laugh.

You were assuming he knew you meant that you’ll take that kiss after you’ve returned to the common room, once you’re safe and sound – which is why you almost yelp out in surprise when he grabs your hand and pulls you behind a stone pillar, presses you back against the cold walls and, without hesitating, kisses you. He swallows the surprised gasp that leaves your lips, smirking slightly as his hands move up to cup your cheeks, keeping your head in place – it only takes you a second before you melt into him.

Warmth spreads through you and your eyes flutter closed. You forget you’re sneaking around the castle hallways for a second, that someone might just walk around the corner and catch you making out in the hallway in the middle of the night, and you just wrap your arms around him to pull him closer. He tastes of the sweet candy he must’ve stuffed himself with before you got back from patrol duty and you let out a soft sigh, eager to get more of this, more of him. You don’t think you’ll ever get tired of that intoxicating feeling of his lips against yours, his arms tight around you, his soft hair brushing your forehead as he dips deeper.

Much too soon, he pulls back, a bright grin breaking out when you instinctively chase his lips. “You know, I get it now, that would’ve been way too much for Potions class,” he mutters, pressing a last kiss to your mouth before he steps back, grabbing your hand to pull you off the wall.

A little flustered, you almost forget to hold back your laugh, following him around a corner and towards the set of stairs at the end of the corridor. “You’re finally starting to make sense,” you manage after taking a second to compose yourself.

He throws you an amused look, letting your intertwined hands swing back and forth in between the two of you. “You know, at times like this, I start to think you never truly gave up on hating my guts,” he mutters through a dramatic sigh, staring off into the distance as you walk up a set of stairs – the doors to the Great Hall are looming up ahead and so, you should probably start to be more careful with your talking, but neither of you seem to have come to that realisation just yet.

You simply snort, shaking your head. “You’re an idiot.”

“See?” Jimin insists. The bright smile on his face clearly tells you he’s just teasing, but you still scoff and roll your eyes. “I knew it, you still hate me. I can’t believe my girlfriend hates me.”

“And I can’t believe my boyfriend is an idiot, but here we are,” you return, glancing aside at him – he stifles a laugh, then quickly composes himself and simply pouts at you.

“So you do hate me?”

You narrow your eyes at him, huffing. “You know I don’t.”

“I don’t believe you,” he returns – his pout is slowly but surely turning into a smirk and you can practically hear the plan forming in his head.

Humming, you narrow your eyes at him – you reach the end of the stairs and take a quick look around, making sure no one’s patrolling the area and deciding the coast is clear when you don’t see anyone, walking straight towards the staircase that’ll lead you to the kitchens. “Well, you better believe it,” you return with a shrug.

“Prove it, then,” he shoots back and you almost cackle at that. There it is.

You feel like you should throw a wrench into his plans – but in all honesty, you’re too tired to refuse to ‘prove it’ to him, especially after he so abruptly broke off his kiss and simply left you hanging.

Without another word, you stop right in front of the staircase to the kitchens and turn to him, pulling him into you and pressing your lips to his.

He stiffens for a second even though he must have seen your move coming from a mile away, and then quickly sinks into the kiss like you did just minutes before. Your hand runs through his messy hair, his fingers splay over your lower back and he almost lifts you off your feet as he draws you closer, holds you tighter. He grins against your lips and you can’t help but smile too – soon enough, his tongue grazes your bottom lip and your cheeks flush, though you quickly comply and–

“Meow!”

With a gasp, you break apart, eyes wide and lips parted. You don’t even have to look around to know where the sound came from, and you exchange slightly panicked looks.

But then Jimin grins and a small smile curls at your lips, as well. “I guess the firewhiskey should do,” he practically giggles. You fight the urge to snort as he grabs your hand – and then you just dash.

Your footsteps echo off the stone walls as you run back to the dungeons as fast as you can, glancing over your shoulder to notice Mrs Norris is following you – and quite easily, at that. “I told you so!” you whisper as your hand tightens around his, though you can’t help the giggle that spills from your lips, heart racing, adrenaline surging through your veins. “I fucking told you so!”

You turn around a corner, seeing the common room entrance up ahead. Almost there. “Okay, fine,” Jimin huffs, coming to a stop right in front of the door and muttering the password – you glance over your shoulder, seeing Mrs Norris patter down the hallway like she’s not here to ensure your inevitable doom. “You win this one,” he admits through heavy panting, slipping back inside the common room as Mrs Norris meows once more. Before she can follow you inside, the door falls shut behind you and you let out a sigh, leaning against it. “Back to prim and proper.”

You draw in a heavy breath, trying to get your heart to slow down, your lungs to stop burning. Normally, you’d be teasing him relentlessly about him admitting his defeat. But the ache in your feet seems to be gone, much your tiredness, and your shoulders have stopped slouching – it’s like Jimin has made it all go away, and you simply smile as you grab hold of his hand once more. The adrenaline refuses to wear off just yet and you know you’re not gonna get much homework done if you sit down and tried to focus now anyway – so you blink up at him, taking his other hand in yours. “We can take five more minutes, right?” you ask him with a lopsided grin, still breathing heavily, cheeks flushed from exertion.

His eyebrows shoot up as you pull him towards you, but he quickly understands what you’re getting at and simply grins back. You don’t think you’ll ever get tired of that face. “I’m sure we can figure something out.”

original series: part one • part two

a/n: thanks so much for reading, I hope you liked it!! I had a lot of fun diving into this universe again, so I hope you enjoyed reading it just as much ;) Let me know what you thought, I’d love to hear from you! I hope you have a wonderful day/night wherever you are♥♥♥

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Guess who? Yep, it's me, fanfic anon, here again with... actually not a question. Just here to let you know that I just about died when you mentioned drawing something from the fic — my fic??? Is somewhag canon??? Sdhjsnsjfkd :D — and that I plan to write more as soon as the paper will cooperate with me. You mentioned having some troubles with writing stuff out that you wanted to in the notes, so if you've got any rough ideas you could always shoot them my way! No promises for (1/2)

ashfjfk what can I say, you’ve inspired me anew c:> you have a really good sense of the characters and vibe - and in the fic notes you mentioned never really getting into AUs so that might bleed into the writing - and I LOVE that. (also I take it as a huge compliment lmao) 

I never even meant to make an AU when I started; it just was supposed to be an answer to my own question of “what would a PERFECT ending look like?”, which is when I started developing Sasster, and then it spiraled out of control from there :p but canon UT will always be my one true love too. 

on that note, I really need to come up with a name for it lmao, at this point it’s no longer underfell (which I only just recently learned is actually the creation of one person?? this whole time I thought it was just like a general loosely-defined fandom thing... I owe them an apology for appropriating their work hdsjhfh, they are super cool and I have mad respect) but I digress

thank you so much for offering to help write some stuff out for me <3 there are a lot of unfinished (and unposted) short comics I have lying around that cover certain events, but who knows if they’ll ever get finished and frankly you’d write them hella well so... I may have to take you up on it haha

shfjfj how many layers of fanception are you on? 1? you are like little baby. watch this: Fan³ 

Igon is just a little faceless blur (with claws because CLAWS) in a lab coat in the like 2 doodles I’ve done, but if you have any ideas for them, even vague ones, lemme know! I’d love to help with their design if that’s something you’re interested in

aaa don’t worry about anything being OOC, as long as you’re having fun that’s all that matters ;w; I admire your dedication though, it’s really thoughtful of you to wanna make it so accurate, but again please don’t let that get in the way if it starts to become a drag!

and yeah that’s still canon! being that he’s an aberration who was at one time Sasster, they share the same base “coding” - but he’s become so warped and evolved that the two of them might as well be different species now. not to make this post even longer lmao but it’s probably relevant: they’re both a specific type of monster (undead for lack of a better term) that are natural energy vampires and can absorb pretty much any soulstuff no problem. but because G has become such an abnormality, basically existing by sheer force of will, his physical body is much more susceptible to interference. Sasster wouldn’t have that issue though :V

(you’re totally good btw! I’m still just like really floored by your writing and by your interest in all this lol, it feels really nice to talk about it again so thanks for giving me all these excuses to ramble lmao <3)

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tagged by @praetorqueenreyna woohooooooo

To see the fics I’m talking about, here’s my ao3 ! (I’m including a WIP or two in this that i am THIS CLOSE to being done with and plan on posting before the year is out and I don’t have much else 🤷‍♀️)

Which Of Your Fics...

Did you think would get a bigger reaction/audience than it got: HONESTLY I was expecting “Hit And Run” to get more hits. It got way more genuine love in the comments than I ever expected from the people who did read it (including so many writers I admire *swoon*) so who cares, truly! I just forget how few people actually ship zutaraang.

Is your funniest: i actually think my korrasami WIP is very funny but that’s because i think Korra has a good sense of humor and her banter with Bolin is like the first half of the fic lmao. Out of my published stuff I would say “Better Left Unsaid” is more consistently funny throughout, but i did actually laugh out loud writing “Hit And Run” because of the ending!

Is your darkest/angstiest: none of my published/complete work because it’s not quite my style, but I have a Rangshi WIP that will be posted soon that is quite angsty and depressing feat. What if Rangi and Kyoshi didn’t get together and Rangi fucked with Kyoshi’s emotions because of her internalized homophobia ???? why am i writing it? Good question.

Is your absolute favorite: i love all my children equally i refuse to answer this (i actually just can’t decide)

Is your least favorite: mmm probably my most recent one “watch it spin”, which is actually not ATLA but a SPOP fic focused on Catra and Perfuma becoming friends (a big hc of mine) and getting high together (based off some funny fan art). I only say it’s my least fave because it’s not my best work, but it is very niche and self-indulgent and I’m glad it’s in the universe for my own sake!

Was the easiest to write: “Better Left Unsaid”! That one only took a couple of hours. Started as just a warm up for something else and then I was like ‘oh this is cute’ :)

Was the hardest to write: “Wanna Follow Your Voice...”! It was the first fic I had written in YEARS, first for ATLA, and I had never done anything with chapters before. I spent a lot of time on it! Just figuring out the pacing and the events I wanted to include and trying to maintain a consistent tone over time was not easy.

Has your favorite line/exchange/paragraph (share it): gosh this is so hard!!!! I have favorites from all of them. I really was proud of how in “Wanna Follow Your Voice” zuko connects flashes from his dreams to his actual interactions with Aang (too much to share here). But have this bit from “Hit And Run” because it’s peak romcom imo —

Before even Aang can react, heat bursts from Zuko’s finger tips, lighting the poor, unassuming bartender’s beard on fire.

“Shit,” Zuko mutters, and jumps up. The bartender is screaming now, haplessly batting at his own chest to try and stop the flames from spreading.

Katara reacts in time with Zuko, pulling him towards the door while the other customers around him clamor to help the bartender, Rin and Aang included.

Zuko takes the opportunity to grab Aang’s wrist, dragging him away from the scene.

Luckily, no one realized where the flame came from, so their timely exit goes unnoticed. By the time Rin stops and looks for ‘Lee’, they’re already out the door and scaling the building next door to get out of sight.

When they reach the rooftop, they all collapse on their backs and catch their breath. Aang pulls off his bandana and wipes it across his brow.

“Well that’s one way to claim your territory,” Aang grinned. The three of them burst out laughing simultaneously.

When their laughter settles, Katara shoves Aang’s shoulder.

“Hey, you’re a little too good at charming the pants off of our enemies. Tone it down a notch next time.”

“I can’t help that the people love me.” He throws his hands up in resignation, drawing out another laugh from Zuko and Katara.

“I have to say Zuko,” Aang starts as he sits up, leaning back on his hands. “You must really love me if you’re willing to set someone on fire out of jealousy.”

Zuko covers his face with his hands, and an embarrassed groan pushes past his lips before he can stop it. “I didn’t mean to set anyone on fire!” he exclaims.

Have you reread the most: “hit and run” but only because people left the most kind and detailed comments about stuff that I genuinely forgot I put in there so I would go back to refresh my own memory LOL

Would you recommend to someone reading your work for the first time: “Better Left Unsaid”, most likely. It’s short and simple, lighthearted, not too shippy, but still captures my writing style well I think.

Are you most proud of: mmmm “Hit And Run” because I really like the way it turned out. It required the most ‘world building’ (so to speak) which is really not something I feel confident doing, but I think I did well with it! Plus it has an OC who I actually loved creating and would totally write about again.

So fun. Gunna tag @kuchee @jaystrifes and @flerkenkiddingme to do this ♥️🥰

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It’s Nice to Have A Friend

Day 26 of 2019′s 31 Days of Ficmas

Thanks to @doctorroseprompts for the prompt list!

Prompt: friend

Rating: General

Pairing: 10xRose (human AU)

Summary: Rose and James meet on her first day at a new school - and the rest, as they say, is history.  Based on a song of the same name (but not a song!fic)

2019 31 Days of Ficmas masterlist

AO3

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Six Years Old

Rose Tyler sat on the edge of her seat, holding her breath as she stared up at the clock.  She only had a vague idea of how to tell time, but she knew her numbers, and her mum had said- had promised- that as soon as the big hand was on the twelve and the little one on the three school would be over and she could go home.

Home, she scoffed, resolutely ignoring whatever her teacher was saying – she could barely understand her anyway.  We may live there now, but it’s not home.  Home was London, the Powell Estate, where Mickey and Cousin Mo and Shareen and Keisha and Bev were.  Home was that tiny pink flat, with their pictures on the wall and the markings on the kitchen doorframe showing Rose’s growth.

The ‘home’ that Jackie meant wasn’t that; it was the flat a few blocks away from the school, easy walking distance, where they knew no one and everybody talked funny, yet they looked at her as if Rose was the one talking weird.  I hate Glasgow, Rose fumed, narrowing her gaze further at the clock and trying to hold back tears.  I hate school, and Scotland, and I hate Mum for making us move here, an’ I hate Dad for dying and leaving us and letting her do this.

The bell rang then, startling her as everyone around her bust into action, talking and laughing as they gathered their books.  Rose rushed to join them, grateful for the day to finally be done.

Hat and coat firmly situated, backpack on, she followed the stream of kids out into the hallway and then out the doors into the sunlight.  Looking around her eyes widened, panic starting in her chest as she realized she couldn’t remember which way to go.  Mummy said follow the kids, she reminded herself, biting her lip as she watched them stream in every conceivable direction, none of which looked familiar.  But which ones?

Tentatively she inched towards the sidewalk, standing in the middle and looking left and right, hoping something would look familiar.

Nothing did.

A boy from her class bumped into her from behind, knocking her down, and it was the final straw – sitting on the ground Rose burst into tears, drawing her knees up and hiding her face, sobbing.  I want to go home!

“Uh, ‘scuse me, are you okay?”

Sensing someone crouching down in front of her Rose lifted her head, using the sleeves of her coat to wipe her eyes as she looked at them.  It was another boy from her class, one of the few who hadn’t teased her throughout the day, and she blinked at him.  “Me?”

He looked kind, with brown hair and brown eyes, and a little familiar otherwise.  “Yes, you,” he smiled.  “Do you need help?”  He stood then leaned down, offering her his hands, and after a moment she accepted, letting him pull her to her feet.

“Thanks,” she sniffled, fixing her backpack straps and shuffling her feet.

“You’re new, aren’t you?”

Rose narrowed her eyes, but nodded.  “I just moved here from London over Christmas.”

“That stinks,” he shrugged, before glancing behind him.  “I think you live in my building – Burns House?”

She had to think for a moment, before agreeing.  “Yeah.”  She sighed; it sounded similar to Bucknall House, and she’d give anything to be there right now.

“D’you want to walk together?”

Her first instinct was to argue that she was capable of finding her own way home thank you very much, then reconsidered.  He didn’t look like he was teasing her, wasn’t smirking over her shoulder at friends as some of the boys who’d tried to talk to her at recess had, and he did look familiar from the courtyard, maybe…  “Okay.”

“Allons-y!”  He turned on his heel and started walking, Rose quickly falling into step.

“What does that mean?  Is it Scottish?”

Her new friend glanced at her, before shaking his head.  “It’s French,” he said knowledgeably, “it means ‘let’s go’.”

“Then why not just say that?”

“Because it’s more fun.”  He shrugged.  “Why’d you move to Glasgow?”

Rose sniffled.  “My dad died in October.  Mum got a job here.”

“Oh.  I’m sorry about your dad.”  He was quiet for a minute before offering softly, “My parents died last year.  My aunt moved up here to be with me.”

“I’m sorry.”

They walked in silence for a minute, Rose watching her feet as she thought about her dad.  “It’s not fair,” she said abruptly.  “They shouldn’t be allowed to leave until we’re grown up.”

“They shouldn’t!” the boy agreed quickly.  “Until we’re old.  Like, really old.”

“Like, thirty!”

They giggled together as a brisk wind blew, making Rose shiver and try to hide her hands in her sleeves.  Where did my gloves go?

“No mittens?”

Rose shook her head, frowning as she patted her pockets.  “Oh, no!  I must’ve lost them,” she moaned.  Or they were stolen.  Like my snack.

“Here.”  He pulled one of his off, holding it out to her.  “You can use this.”

“Won’t you be cold?”

“Nah, I can do this,” he said brightly, wriggling his now-bare hand inside the remaining mitten.  It was a tight fit, but after a moment both were covered.  “See, if I link my hands, then it’s perfect!”

He looked silly, his hands clasped in front of him and covered in a solitary mitten, but he didn’t seem to mind, and biting her lip, Rose copied him.  “Hey, that works!” she was delighted to discover, lacing her fingers. “Thanks!”

His answering grin made her stomach flip, and eyes going wide, she stared down at the sidewalk, hoping her hat hid how her ears were getting hot.  A light dusting of snow covered everything, one she didn’t remember being there that morning, but just underneath a hint of color peeked out. Stopping, she scraped away some of the snow with her toe to reveal a picture made with sidewalk chalk, one she abruptly recognized.  “Hey, I remember coming this way this morning!” she said in surprise, looking up at him.

“That’s good?”  He blinked at her, head tilted and looking like an owl from her picture books.  “I mean, why wouldn’t we be going back the way we came?”

Rose shrugged.  “I dunno.”

He shrugged too.  “Okay.”

They started walking again, and only a minute later the building came into view.  It was taller than Bucknall House, but not as long, and a little prettier.  If it wasn’t so far from her friends, it might’ve been an okay place to live, if they couldn’t have stayed where they were.

He held the door, letting Rose in first, and they climbed to the fourth floor together.  He turned left as she went right, and they paused to smile awkwardly.  “Thanks for walking me home,” Rose said shyly, dragging her toe along the floor.  “I… couldn’t remember how.”

“It’s on the same street,” he shrugged, “just turn left when you leave school.  Can’t miss it.  At least, I haven’t, and Aunt Sarah says I’ve my head in the clouds all day.”

Rose giggled.  “Still, thanks.”

They turned, and she trudged towards her door dejectedly.  She already knew her mum wasn’t home, was supposed to be at work, and she wasn’t thrilled at the idea of being home alone.  It would’ve been fine in London, she could’ve gone to any one of her friends’ flats, but here she knew no one.

“Um, Rose, is it?”

Hand against the door, key halfway in the lock, she turned to find him still standing at the top of the steps, hands shoved in his pockets.  “Yeah. Oh!”  She’d thoughtlessly put the glove in her pocket, but pulling it out, she hurried back to him.  “Sorry!”

“‘S’okay, wasn’t what I meant, though, thanks.  Um, I was wondering… wanna hang out?  Maybe? I got a new video game console for Hogmanay.”

Rose didn’t even look back at her own door, nodding eagerly.  “Sure! Sounds like fun.”  She followed him to his own door, pausing as he pushed it open.  “I, um, don’t-”

“James,” he interrupted, grinning, before calling in, “Aunt Sarah, I’m home!  I brought a friend.”

A friend.

Smiling to herself, she felt a little bubble of hope rising in her chest for the first time since her Dad died.

It’s nice to have a friend.

-

Nineteen years old

Humming to herself, Rose unpacked the last box in her bedroom and looked around.  After spending the better part of nine months in St Andrews, living alone and being independent, it was strange to be back in her childhood bedroom.  Hopefully Mum respects my request to let me be free.  She’d made it clear that she wanted to be an equal partner in the flat for the summer, including rent and bills, in exchange for her independence.  No curfew, no guilt for the hours she kept, to be a roommate.

She snorted.  That’ll be the day.

Her mobile buzzed and she dove for it.  Reading the message she’d been expecting, she didn’t bother trying to rationalize the butterflies in her stomach.  Instead, she grabbed a bottle of wine and her comforter, slipping out of the empty flat and darting up the stairs.  Heart pounding, and not from the exertion, she burst out onto the roof, feeling all of her stress and worry melt away at the beaming smile waiting for her.

“Rose!”

“James!”  With a shriek of laughter she threw herself at him, and he spun her around twice before setting her on her feet and pulling her close.  They hugged tightly for what felt like forever, soothing the wrinkles in her soul that had developed since they’d last seen each other at Christmas.  For the thousandth time since he’d hesitantly announced his plans to go to Cambridge, she cursed the physical distance between the schools.

“How are you?” he asked, finally pulling back and stooping to pick up her abandoned stuff, leading her towards where he was already set up.

“Better, now,” she answered truthfully enough, plopping down on a pillow and grinning up at him, thrilled beyond measure to see him again.  Texts and calls, while helpful, were no substitute for her best friend.  “You?”

“Same.”  He settled cross-legged beside her, uncorking the wine and pouring them each a generous helping.  “What’s new?”

Accepting the plastic wine glass, she took one look at his genuinely-caring face, those soulful brown eyes, and promptly burst into tears.

-

“Right, twenty questions,” James said brusquely, once her sobs subsided.  “Ready?”

Rose hiccupped, straightening up and wiping at her eyes carefully.  “Fine, but that’s your first question.”

“Fair enough.  Go.”  He handed her a paper napkin and her wine glass, sitting up straight and waiting expectantly.

Taking a long pull off the glass, she stared out towards the sunset for a moment.  The sky was a gorgeous blending of pinks and oranges, truly spectacular, and she focused intently on it as she asked, “Dating anyone?”

“Nope.  You?”

“Nope.  How was your first year?  Really.”  He’d always been upbeat, so bloody positive about uni, about what an amazing experience it would be for both of them, but she’d seen the truth in his eyes.  Facing him she raised an eyebrow, reminding him of their promise the very first time they’d played twenty questions, the first week they’d met.

Promise to tell the truth?

Always.  I swear, Rose Tyler, I will never lie to you.

James sighed, expression falling, and he lay back against the pillows.  “I’ve… been pretty stressed out lately,” he admitted, closing his eyes.

Rose stretched out as well, nestling her head next to his and staring up at the sky above them.  “Yeah, me too.”

He opened his eyes and turned his head, and she did as well, feeling a thrill at how close he was.  From here she could see the flecks of gold in his eyes, the light brush of freckles that would emerge as the summer progressed, even the product he denied putting in his hair.

He smiled and she did too, her heart catching and then leaping when his smile dropped, as they gazed into each other’s eyes.

Something he found there gave him a jolt of confidence, for his eyes widened before crinkling, and fingertips brushed, hesitantly, against the back of her own hand.  Spreading her fingers she let them tangle with his, blushing and darting her eyes up to the sky.

The sun sank, the bright sky fading to dark, and they never moved, barely holding hands, hope beating a tattoo in her chest as she let her heart dream.

“You’re my best friend,” he eventually whispered, when a clock in the distance struck midnight.

“Mine too.”  She smiled up at the sky.  A shooting star passed overhead, flaring bright for only a moment before burning out, but she didn’t bother making a wish; the only thing she could wish for was next to her.

It’s nice to have a friend.

-

Twenty-Six Years Old

Bells began to ring as they broke apart, the cheering of the guests drowning out the Minister’s words.  Pure joy flooded through Rose as they turned to face everyone, her cheeks beginning to ache from smiling so much.

James lifted their joined hands victoriously, making her laugh, before squeezing her palm.  The pressure made her rings (one ten months old, the other ten minutes) dig into her fingers, but she didn’t care; rather, she liked the physical evidence of their vows.  She looked at him to find him watching her, that wonderful awestruck expression on his face she hoped never faded, her smile growing brighter still.

“Run,” he whispered when he had her attention, and with identical giggles, they took off up the aisle, bursting out into the weak January sun.  Their family and friends streamed out behind them, and they waited anxiously as everyone lined the path from the church steps to the waiting car.

“You look unbelievably incredible,” James murmured, wrapping his arm around her shoulders and leaning in.

Rose snuggled closer, grateful for his body heat in the winter air.  “You look pretty handsome yourself, babe,” she giggled, beaming up at him.  “I’m so happy right now.”

“Me too.”

His head dipped as she surged up, lips meeting in a tender kiss that drew cheers from their guests.  Breaking apart they saw everyone was ready and made their way down the stairs, James helping her so she didn’t trip in her heels.  Their friends tossed rice over them as they passed, and Rose was thrilled to see it cover the ground.  They’d chosen the date carefully, had hoped and wished and prayed for snow, but it hadn’t been meant to be; the rice was enough, though, to give the illusion of powder.

James helped her into the car before jogging around to the other side, and she smiled and waved out the window at their friends.  They would see them shortly at the reception, but they had an appointment to keep first.

-

They chatted and giggled during the short drive, toasting with champagne before Rose changed her shoes.  They hadn’t told anyone what they were doing, had left it deliberately vague because they didn’t think their loved ones would understand, not really.

When they pulled up she waited for him to leap out and come around, shooing away the driver in favor of opening her door himself.  Rose let him help her to her feet, using her momentum to buss her lips against his cheek.  “See you in a minute,” she giggled, as he draped her cloak over her.

Adjusting the skirts of her wedding dress so they wouldn’t drag on the ground, she walked quickly to her assigned spot, the memory still strong after twenty years.  “Ready!”  Turning her back on the street she pretended to study the school building, swaying slightly back and forth as she waited, humming to herself.

“You’re new, aren’t you?”

She spun on her heel, smiling widely, letting her eyes rake over him.  Tall and lean, no one knew better than her the muscles that hid behind his deceptively slight frame.  Spiky brown hair and glittering brown eyes, he was a childhood dream come to life – it had been so long ago now, she couldn’t remember if he matched her idea of perfection or was the basis for the ideal.  To sweeten the deal, he held their champagne flutes in hand.

“I am, and I can’t remember the way home,” she clucked her tongue, shaking her head.

James nodded, looking intrigued.  “I think we’re in the same building – care to walk together?”

“That would be lovely, thank you.”  He passed over her glass before offering her his arm, and she happily laced her own through it as they turned onto the sidewalk.  Car trailing behind them down the street as they strolled, recreating their first moments together twenty years earlier to the day, though now instead of getting to know each other’s past, they planned their future.

“I’m glad we decided to do this,” James sighed happily, straightening his arm in favor of taking her hand in his.  “I know it may be cheesy, but… this day, twenty years ago, was the best day of my life, even if I didn’t know it. I mean, I suspected, but how could I have known?”

Rose rested her head against his bicep, peeking up at him.  “Doesn’t matter how cheesy you are, babe- ‘cause I’m right there with you.  I got your back.”

“And I’ve got yours.  Every day, for the rest of our lives.”

They stopped walking to kiss, though they were both giggling too hard for it to be much of one.  As they separated the first snowflakes began to fall, making Rose gasp in delight.  “Oh, yes!”

James laughed, pressing his lips to her forehead tenderly.  “I love you, Rose Tyler,” he whispered, pulling her into his arms, where she went willingly.

“I love you, James Smith.”

They started walking again, admiring the perfection of the tiny flakes.

“So, now will you tell me our honeymoon plans?” she teased, as their old building came into view.  Over time they had all moved back to London, James first and then his aunt Sarah, Rose following after uni and her mother shortly after that, but it was still, in many ways, home.  What a difference two decades makes, Rose admired, thinking fondly of the rooftop that had seen that first, tentative touch of hands, his sweet stuttering asking for a first date; the stairwell where they shared their first, passionate snog; his flat, where they first played and had a sleepover in tents in the living room; hers, the site of their first adult sleepover, where they made love and heartfelt promises.

“On Monday we fly to Rome and rent a car,” he boasted, looking pleased with himself at her squeal.

“It’s Friday – what about between now and then?”

James hummed, leading her towards the idling car, detour completed.  “I was thinking video games and addition worksheets, and maybe a kickaround?”

“Babe,” Rose scolded, laughing, as they settled in the warm car and headed for the reception.  “Really.”

Stretching his arm around her, he leaned back in his seat and swept his eyes over her, lingering at her bust before meeting her eyes.  “Oh, we’re staying in bed.  The whole weekend.”

“Well if you insist.”

Nothing could stop their happy giggles as they sipped champagne and giggled together, Rose leaning her head on his chest and watching the city go bye.

It’s nice to have a friend.