#like i found what i wanted but i shouldn't have to sift through a bunch of irrelevant shit i hate because you threw in extra words

[sing-you-fools]

I love when I search for something and the search function is like "hey I'm not gonna tell you this but I went ahead and included a bunch of relevant terms in the search for you, too! we'd hate for you to miss anything!" like wow the internet is so good now right?

what I searched: Freddie Purrcury

what I got: a whole fucking lot of monarchy memorabilia

[th3-unseen-backup]

02/29/2015 16:21:02

>Initiate protocol: SEEK

>Searching…

>48/287 person(s) of interest found…

>Open “Deacam” live feed.

[The screen sifts through countless live feeds of various businesses, stoplights, corners of LA. In one camera that is perched over the dingy parking lot of a run down love hotel, cars that are even more beat up than the hotel itself litter the lot. Almost imperceptible to the human eye, Deacon is a small grainy silhouette huddled in the corner of the camera, wringing his hands out nervously for a moment before taking a deep breath and—.]

>Reconnecting with “Deacrophone”, please stand by.

>Connected.

>Initiating automatic live transcription protocol.

>Start.

[A knock on a door. It creaks open. Two sets of footsteps on carpeted floor. The door closes. It is silent for a moment.]

Bennett, A. : Deacon… I need you to tell me what happened.

Keller, D. : [A sigh. Rhythmic pulling of fabric, most likely a self-soothing behavior.] It's really not that big of a deal, Arthur. It's dealt with. (Mumbling) You really shouldn't have even found out about that. I don’t know why that guy posted it for everyone to see.

Bennett, A. : I don't know either, but I'm glad he did. Were you just not going to tell me?

Keller, D. : (Irritated, strained) Would you have believed me? Every time I try to say anything about your Grimslayer friends, you shut down. It's like I'm talking to a cactus.

Bennett, A. : I don't have the energy for this nonsense, Deacon. I have believed every word you've said about them, because they were all things I knew already. [A sigh.] Just because I didn't take the actions you wish I took does not mean I am unaware of theirs. I will believe you, Deacon, because what you've told me so far aligns with what I know of them. And as much as I wish it did, I'm not sure what you'll tell me will even surprise me.

Keller, D. : (Increasingly distressed) Won't surprise you, huh? So, then, you knew he would hogtie me like a corpse, stomp on my bullet wounds, and threaten me with a silver knife to my neck? You knew he would wake me, during the day, by holding silver to my skin until I screamed? [A step backwards, a recalculating exhale.]

Bennett, A. : [A shaky, labored exhale.] No, I didn't know back then, but I knew when I saw those messages and those.. marks. And tell me, Deacon, what would it have changed, if I knew? Look me in the eyes and tell me I could have stopped you. [A pause.] I've told you, so many times, to stay away from them. That the only thing stopping them from killing you on sight was me. (Bitterly) You'd have gone anyway.

[A pause.]

Bennett, A. : (Softly) For what that's worth, I am sorry that happened to you.

[Silence.]

Keller, D. : I know I was being stupid, Arthur. I don't need a fucking lecture. What confuses me is the fact that you're still adamant to stand by them! They don't see us as people, Arthur. He said it himself. To them, we're nothing but vermin that need to be eradicated. Him and his ‘friends’ are a bunch of genocidal freaks, and I won't apologize for threatening them. I don't want him near you, or the boys.

[Silence, once again, interrupted by the creaking of an old mattress.]

Bennett, A. : (Weakly) Is he wrong?

Keller, D. : [He chokes in surprise.] What the- Yes!  [Rustling of fabric, microphone gets closer to Bennett.] Yes, Arthur, he's- He's wrong. We are people, we have thoughts, feelings and ambitions. We're not human, but that doesn't make us less, Arthur.

[The world goes quiet as Arthur takes a moment to think.]

Bennett, A. : (Weakly) Maybe you are, Deacon, but I... I died a long time ago.

Keller, D. : [Sliding of hands across fabric.] Maybe our hearts don't beat anymore, Arthur, but that doesn't make you any less of a person. You can still do so much, more than you could ever do as a human. You have power, power over yourself. I know as well as any kindred that the beast affects us all, but that doesn't mean it controls you. You're damn strong, Arthur Bennett, stronger than me. We may be dead, but that does not mean we can just roll over and give up. The fact that you would let someone who has never seen what you are fully capable of dictate your view of yourself is not okay. [A pause.] (Softly) I care for you, darlin'. You need to start caring for yourself.

Bennett, A. : No- No, Deacon, you've got it all wrong.  [A pause, rustling of fabric.] Magnus's opinions are inconsequential to me, at least on this topic. He didn't influence me into... this, I- I got here all by myself. Regardless, Deacon, it'll all be alright soon. [Sounds of hands grasping at fabrics, microphone gets closer to Bennett.] I found something, in London. It could lead us to a cure.

Keller, D. : Wh- What? A cure? What are you saying right now? Arthur, that doesn't make any sense.

[Silence.]

Keller, D. : (Muttered under his breath) What the fuck- What the fuck! [Microphone gets farther from Bennett. The bed creaks again as consistent, circular footsteps begin to sound out, most likely a self-soothing behavior.] You found a cure to unlife? Arthur, please tell me you're not crazy, or drunk, or high right now, because-

Bennett, A. : [Creaking of old mattress, followed by a few footsteps.] Well, I am a little drunk, and I haven't found the cure yet, but yes, maybe. I've found notes, and some corroborating evidence that my father, and one of his Grimslayer colleagues, at least believed he had found it. The Amber, it’s called. Have you heard anything about it?

Keller, D. : [Scraping of a chair against carpet, thump characteristic of a man sitting down.] What did you find? Tell me everything. If you're right, and there is a cure…

Bennett, A. : [Footsteps, followed by rummaging through a large bag (luggage?) and finally, footsteps again.] Here. Take a look at this. [Creaking of mattress.]

Keller, D. : [Flipping of pages.] Arthur, where did you find this? This is… God, I think I might need a drink. [A sigh.]

Bennett, A. : [Creaking of mattress, multiple drawers opening and closing, then the clink of a glass bottle against wood.] I found it in my father's Grimslayer hideout. Was a gentleman's club when I was young, now it's just a dreadful, regular club. Nearly got myself killed, too. But I think it was worth it. [Two clinks of a glass against wood, then a liquid being poured. A pause.]

Keller, D. : [Light chuckle, a sip, then a wheeze and some repressed coughing.] Damn, it really is vintage. I wasn't expecting it to be that strong.

Bennett, A. : [A sip.] Do you believe me now? [Hands grasping at fabric, closer to microphone.] We might be able to be human again, Deacon. (Softly, but closer now) Wouldn't that be nice?

Keller, D. : [A pause.] (Tenderly) That’d be amazing, Arthur.

[Silence interrupted by a sip and a hand brushing against fabric.]

Keller, D. : [A pause.] Am I… Am I misinterpreting this or...

Bennett, A. : [Impossibly close to the microphone] I don't think you are. Though it depends what you're thinking, Deacon. [Clink of a glass against wood.] (Deliberate) I need to be clear on this, Deacon, out of respect for both you and me. I don't do romance. Is that alright with you?

Keller, D. : [A pause.] Arthur, whatever you want to be, I'll be happy with. Is this- Okay, then? Like, kissing, and…

[Clack of footsteps, rustling of fabric, shifting of a body against another, then, the thud of a body against a wall. Heavy panting, suppressed moan, sounds of ‘making out’.]

Bennett, A. : (Breathless, impossibly close) Yes, yea, it's- It's more than okay.

[A gasp, rustling of fabric.]

Keller, D. : (Breathless) Good. Then, this should be fine, darlin’?

 [Creaking of old mattress. Heavy fabric falls over microphone, rendering it useless.]

>End transcription.

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>Store “umm ew ? deacon arthur.txt” under “File:word on the streets” under “Directory: ME :3”

[sunfoxfic]

Do you have any djwifi fics with a more serious story? I like stories that are just romance but I want a more compelling story with that! Or just some cute ones that would work.

The issue with searching for DJWifi fics on AO3 is that the vast majority of fics tagged with DJWifi are also tagged with love square, and the vast majority of fics tagged with both are love square-centric, or at least not DJWifi centric. It's really hard to sift through everything to find good DJWifi fics when you either have to wade through a bunch of fics that are not really DJWifi, or you have to filter out a good chunk of the DJWifi fics.

That said, here is how I would go about searching for DJWifi (specific type of fic):

Go to AO3's advanced search.

Put in the "Any Field" category otp:true. This will limit the search to only find fics with the one pairing you search for. This does mean that you won't find any fics tagged with any other romantic or platonic/familial relationships, but there's really no better way to make sure it finds specifically DJWifi content.

Accordingly, put in the Relationships box, "Alya Césaire/Nino Lahiffe"

(I also add in the fandoms category "Miraculous Ladybug," but that's really redundant; it's a matter of habit more than anything.)

From there, filter it how you want; you may exclude crossovers, choose a specific language, limit it to single chapters, complete works only, add tags you want to see. For this particular request, I added in the tag "angst."

Hit search.

[Image ID: A screenshot of AO3 in dark mode. It has "Search Results" across the top, with all of the above parameters below. At the bottom, it says, "36 Found." End ID.]

36 results.

Looking through them, only a few have been written since S4 started releasing; most were written in 2017-2018. Most are one-shots, many less than 1k words. This says nothing of the quality and your more specific personal preferences.

(All that said, this fic looks like a very promising DJWifi fake dating AU and it is tagged with angst. I will be reporting back on it.)

My 76k-words-and-counting DJWifi roommates AU is mostly angst past chapter 18 so that's definitely something to look forward to in the new year, though it'll still be a couple months til we reach that point. I've also been a little bit DJWifi-ed out this year because I've been writing so much DJWifi that no one else has seen, but hopefully next year I'll have more energy that I can put into DJWifi. (I'm telling you now, my Big Bang fic next year will neither be DJWifi centric nor will it be so goddamn long.)

Hopefully this post will serve as both a guide for finding fics to your taste in a sea of DJWifi-fics-that-are-not-so-secretly-Adrinette and general lack of content, and a PSA to stop freaking tagging fics as DJWifi when DJWifi has no actual content within the fic in terms of their relationship. Put in the Additional Tags sections "Minor Alya Césaire/Nino Lahiffe" and keep it out of the main DJWifi tag, I'm begging you. It is difficult to find content oriented toward what we actually want; more so when it's impossible to tell whether a fic tagged with DJWifi will actually deliver on that.

As for my own recommendations, which was the point of this ask in the first place:

Comfort by Lynse is just <33 there's something about Alya and Nino comforting each other about akumas because Marinette and Adrien can't provide that comfort because they don't know that just makes my heart Yearn

Shadows of Yesterday is a little bit more Nino oriented that Alya, which is also very <333 I love Alya, don't get me wrong, and I'd be a huge hypocrite to say that people shouldn't focus as much on her, but there's something about the way that Nino is generally more reserved that makes emotional hurt/comfort more bittersweet with him

lost and alone, sinking like a stone by yours truly is also DJWifi emotional hurt/comfort. I really like emotional hurt/comfort.

If anyone has more, please leave them in the notes!

[yurtletheturtlehenderson]

S.T REWRITE -S1:E6; Chapter Six, The Monster - [Pt. 1]

A Will Byers x Reader Series

With Eleven gone, Y/n and Dustin struggle to keep the party together. Elsewhere, Hopper and Joyce uncover the truth about the lab’s many experiments.

||3rd Person POV||

Joyce and Hopper sat opposite one another at the kitchen table of the Byers' home. The house was cold and hardly lit, copies of newspaper clippings scattered all around the house. One of the only light sources was a dusty light that hung from the kitchen ceiling above the table and their heads, illuminating the several papers.

"Look, we gotta go through this again." Joyce insisted.

"I told you everything that I saw."

"Oh, gosh. Tell me again."

"Upstairs or downstairs?" Hopper asked.

"Upstairs."

"There was a laboratory. It was where they must do experiments or something, and then there was... well you see like I said, I got turned around."

Hopper was currently sharing all he had encountered on his rogue mission at Hawkins National Laboratory. Joyce, all the while was hanging on his every word.

"I told you, it was like, I don't know, it wasn't supposed to exist. That whole area, it was abandoned and... forgotten, like it was all some big mistake. Once I found my way back, I saw that... kid's room. That other kid's room, I mean. Like it was actually used, but it didn't even look like a kid's room, neither of them, it looked like a prison."

Hopper sighed and rubbed the bottom of his palms into his eyes tiredly, is fingers held the lit cigarette inches away from his face as he did so. "If that even makes sense,"

"Well," Joyce began, trying to get to the bottom of this never ending mystery. "So why would you think it was a kid's room, then?"

"Because, I told you, the size of the bed, there was a drawing, there was a stuffed animal--"

Joyce interrupted the man quickly. "Y-You didn't say there was a drawing."

"Yeah, there was a drawing of a... an adult and a child. It said 'Eleven' on it."

"Was it good?" Joyce pressed.

"It was a kid's drawing, Joyce. It was stick figures."

Joyce had a knowing look on her face as she stood up with a sigh, retrieving a piece of crinkled line paper and slammed it down on the table for Hopper to see.

She pointed to the detailed drawing as she sat back down.

"Wasn't Will." She stated confidently, shakily bringing the cigarette back up to her lips.

Hopper examined the drawing and everything seemed to click. He returned his gaze to the anxious mother. Hopper quickly put out his cigarette in the ashtray and made a beeline for the coffee table.

"Earl..." he muttered, as he made his way into the living room. Joyce, who had abandoned her cigarette, was right on his heels.

"The night that Benny died, Earl said he saw some kid with a shaved head with Benny," Hopper and Joyce took a seat beside one another on the living room couch, Hopper's eyes fixed on the several news clippings splayed along the wooden coffee table. "Now, I pressed him, he said it might be Will, but maybe..."

The man began sifting through the papers, and Joyce spoke up.

"Wait... Maybe, it wasn't?"

Hopper pulled the article he had been looking for and pointed to the fuzzy photograph of the woman in the article.

"Look... this woman, Terry Ives, she claims to have lost her daughter, Jane. She sued Brenner, she sued the government... Now, the claims came to nothing, but what if... I mean, what if this whole time I've been... I've been looking for Will... I've been chasing after some other kid?"

||Reader's POV||

Everything is a mess.

Will is still missing, the party is falling apart, Mike and Lucas are still angsty messes that won't speak to one another, and now, El left us. She probably thinks I hate her.

'But I don't! I was just scared'

(Ok but like,,,, who else ships El and reader cause damn I've been giving myself feels lately, dang)

'We need to fix this'

I sigh and sit up from my bed and make my way to Dustin's room.

+++

"I just... I can't believe she didn't come back." Mike sighed.

Dustin and I agreed we needed to talk some sense into the boys. So we got our bikes and made our way to Mike's. Dustin was standing opposite Mike while I currently occupied one of the DnD chairs I had pulled up. Mike was worriedly pacing the floor in front of us.

"She's gotta be close." Dustin offered.

"She said it wasn't safe. She just messed up the compasses because she wanted to protect us. She didn't betray us."

"Mike, calm down."

Mike only ignored Dustin and kept talking, more to himself than anybody it seemed.

"I shouldn't have yelled at her. I never should've done that."

"Mike, this isn't your fault." Dustin said.

"Yeah, it's Lucas'."

"It wasn't his fault, either." Dustin replied softly.

For the first time in what felt like ages, Mike stopped in his tracks. He looked at my brother dumbfounded and took a few steps in his direction. "It wasn't his fault?"

"No."

"So you're saying he wasn't way out of line?"

"Totally, but so were you!"

"What?"

"And so was Eleven."

"That's ridiculous! [Y/N], tell him he's being ridiculous!"

Very calmly, I stood up with my arms crossed and stood next to my brother, and sighed, eyes fixed on Mike. "I can't believe I'm saying this, but Dustin is absolutely right."

Mike seemed even more furious. "Oh, give me a break!"

Dustin snapped at these words and stormed up to Mike. "No, Mike, you give me a break! All three of you were being a bunch of little assholes! [Y/N] and I were the only reasonable ones! But the bottom line is... you pushed first. And you know the rules. You draw first blood..."

"No! No way! I'm not shaking his hand."

"You're shaking his hand." I press stepping forward.

He was sure to make eye contact with me over Dustin shoulder as he spoke. "No, I'm not."

So I strode toward him and gave him a slight glare.

"This isn't a discussion. This is the rule of law. Obey or be banished from the party. Do you wanna be banished?" I asked firmly.

Mike crossed his arms and pouted before speaking up meekly. "No."

"Good!" I chirp, my face beaming as if we hadn't just been fighting which seem to only terrify him more.

I all but skipped over to the chair grabbing my coat, Dustin following my actions.

"Where are we going?" Mike asked with a hint of frustration.

"Where do you think?" Dustin asked as he put his arms through the sleeves of his coat.

"We're going to get Lucas." I finished straightening my jacket then looked back to Mike.

My face softened and I tilted my head slightly. "And then we're gonna find Eleven."

+++

The three of us stood on Lucas's porch and I rang the doorbell. We stood waiting until the door swung open and Lucas stood there glaring at all three of us, but mostly Mike.

"What do you want?" He spits, resting his hands in his pockets.

There was brief silence which was then interrupted by a muffled smack of Dustin hitting Mike in the arm.

Mike sighed softly and looked to Lucas, clearly hating every second of this.

"I drew first blood, so..." he extended his hand for Lucas to shake but Lucas didn't move.

Somehow I had convinced Lucas to let us all in and now, we all stood in the middle of his living room as he paced silently across the floor considering Mike's offer. He finally stopped and stared at the three of us.

"Okay, I'll shake."

Mike sighed what I barely made out to be a "finally" as he extended his arm out once more. Dustin and I perked up, that was until Lucas continued.

"On one condition. We forget the weirdo and go straight to the gate." He finished, arms crossed defiantly.

"Then the deal's off." Mike barked.

"Fine!"

"Fine!"

"No, no, not fine! Guys seriously?" Dustin yelled as I threw my head back frustrated.

Dustin forced Mike to face him as he spoke. "Do you even remember what happened on the Bloodstone Pass?"

Lucas and Mike shared a confused glance.

Dustin seemed shocked and offended that they had no recollection and continued.

"We couldn't agree on what path to take, so we all split up the party and those trolls took us out one by one. And it all went to shit. And we were all disabled! So we stick together, no matter what!"

"Yeah, I agree. But this is the party, right here in this room."

"El is one of us now."

"Um, no, she's not. Not even close! Never will be. She's a liar, a traitor--"

"She was just trying to keep us safe! She didn't mean to hurt you. It was an accident!"

"An accident?"

"All right, accident or not... admit it, it was a little awesome." Dustin said.

"Awesome?"

"Yeah, she threw you in the air with her mind!"

"I could have been killed!"

"Would everybody just shut up for one second please!" I snap.

Everybody looks to me, a worried and shocked expression on their faces.

I step forward and begin ranting to the boys.

"I am sick of your attitude." I point at Lucas. "I am sick of your whining." I point to Mike. "I am sick of all three of you bickering," I gesture to all of them. "I love you guys and I can't thank you enough for taking me in and including me, know that, but GOD I am getting tired of being stuck listening to you boys argue about every little thing!"

I myself began pacing, my voice continuously rising. "I'm sick of putting up with all your petty arguing when we should be looking for Will only to come home at the end of the day, having found NOTHING and crying my eyes out because the only person who never gave a shit about who started what is missing and probably dead!"

I stopped pacing and looked to the boys who were all silent. I sighed and lowered my voice. "Lucas, you're right. You could have been killed. Which is exactly why we need her. She is more powerful than all of us combined."

"[Y/N]'s right. Do you seriously wanna fight the Demogorgon with your wrist rocket?" Mike said, anger still in his voice. "That's like R2-D2 going to fight Darth Vader. We're no use to Will if we're dead."

Lucas looked torn for a moment, but then he shook his head and pointed at the three of us. There was disappointment in his voice. "If you three wanna waste your time looking for a traitor, go ahead, 'cause I'm not spending my time on her anymore. No way!"

I sighed, putting my face in my hands. Lucas continued.

"I'm going to the gate. I'm going to find Will."

Lucas shoved the boys aside and stormed off, leaving the three of us alone in more ways than one.

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(apologies the tag list was not posted originally. It slipped my mind. Sorry lovelies! <3)

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