#only a couple words to finish this scene and then w/ the next scene the chapter is OVER and i can finally write... The Last One

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i got to 16k on my hannibalesque fic.............. softly whispers yesssssssss

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٠ ࣪⭑ Happens great, happens sweet | Jacaerys x reader

modern!Jacaerys Velaryon x fem!reader [no use of y/n] Word count: 2.4k words Summary: You are officially meeting Jace’s family after a few months of relationship Warning: none, pure fluff. Considering this is a modern!au, let's pretend no one in this family is related, and that step-siblings are not betrothed to one another :) a/n: The title is a lyric from Wasteland, Baby! By Hozier because live laugh love Hozier and because this is the epitome of romance. As usual English isn’t my first language so I apologise in advance for any possible grammatical and/or lexical mistake (especially considering I wrote most of this in the middle of the night haha) feedback is welcome and appreciated <3 (images are taken from pinterest)

You passed a hand in your hair to fix it before knocking on the door. You would lie if you said you weren’t at least a little stressed, but Jace’s face when he opened the door revealed an even higher level of tension. He had immediately opened like he had been waiting for you for hours. You remained on the threshold as he leaned towards you and pressed a passionate kiss on your lips, hands on your waist to pull you closer, and you would have remained a lifetime against his lips if he hadn’t broken the kiss.

“I’m happy to see you.”

“Yeah, I got that bit,” you chuckled, a bit dizzy because of the kiss. You look at the serious look on your boyfriend’s face and sighed. “Don’t be so scared. You told me your family would love me, and I’ve done my studying. I remember everyone’s name.”

Jace’s parents had invited you for lunch to meet you officially. You had been dating their son for a few months, so they had caught a glimpse of your appearance in Jace’s car or on his wallpaper’s phone, but they wanted to get to know the lucky girl who had won his heart.

Jace preferred hanging out at your house because it offered him a little calm. As much as he loved his large blended family, silence and privacy were almost unachievable with so many children running around. Sometimes he would just lie on your bed, his head on your lap, enjoying the stillness of the scene.

You cherished those moments as well, but hearing about Rhaenyra’s invitation had created a bubble of joy in your heart. Meeting your in-laws meant that your relationship was getting really serious. You knew that the apprehension that made you flatten your dress over and over again was just the quid pro quo of your excitement. What you also knew, however, was how important family was to Jace and his nervousness was all the more understandable, and that was why you had tried to be as prepared as possible for the big day.

Upon hearing your words, a smile spread on Jace’s face and he sighed. “You’re right. They’re going to love you.” His hand did not leave your lower back as he guided you in.

You had already entered his house of course, but most of the time you’d have fun sneaking in through the window, even when it was unnecessary. The only time you had used the front door, Luke had walked on Jace and you making out because he had finished early, and this mortifying event had led Jace to tell you “Let’s hang out at your place next time.”

The living room felt a lot different when everyone was here sitting on the couches. It felt much warmer this way, with a fire burning in the chimney, candles lit up on the coffee table and the smell of food perfuming the room.

The first members of the households to greet you were Syrax and Caraxes, the two enormous dogs of the family. You had helped Jace walk them a couple of times before, and you affectionately pet their heads. You knew Jace also had a handful of cats, but he had warned you that they tended to avoid visitors and you probably wouldn't see them this time.

After the dog's enthusiastic welcome, you reported your attention on the actual humans of the house and quickly identify everyone; Baela and Rhaena were chatting about something Rhaena had seen on her phone (you were pretty confident you knew who was who thanks to Jace’s indications). Joffrey and Luke seemed to be fighting over the remote control – at this moment you were really praying Luke wouldn’t make any allusion to the compromising situation he had found you in. The youngest kids, Viserys and Aegon, were playing on the carpet with their toys, paying little attention to their surroundings. You couldn’t see Rhaenyra or Daemon, but you assumed they were in the kitchen or the dining room.

Clearing his throat to attract his sibling’s attention, Jace gently pushed you towards the middle of the room, his hand moving from your back to hold your hand.

“So…” he said with a little hesitation, “that’s my girlfriend.”

Luke immediately raised his head with a mischievous light in his eyes and exclaimed, “She looks much nicer when your tongue isn’t-”

Before he could end his sentence, Baela gave him a little slap at the back of the head, preventing him from saying anything else, and Rhaena stood up to greet you, avoiding you to remain mortified for too long. You immediately decided that you liked the girls and Jace left your side to “talk” to Luce (the “talk” looked more like a brotherly argument). Joffrey remained hidden behind Rhaena, while the two blond-haired toddlers kept playing like nothing had happened.

After a few minutes of light-hearted discussions that helped you relax, Jace’s parents entered the room. You never admitted it in front of your boyfriend, but they intimidated to you to an unmatched level with their cold beauty and their charismatic aura. You thought that a glance from them would be enough for you to be petrified, like some sort of modern Medusa, or that at least they would be stone-cold at first. Yet, at the very moment her gaze fell on you, Rhaenyra’s face brightened and she greeted you with open arms.

“I’m so happy to meet you!” She told you with a contagious smile.

Behind her, Daemon remained more discreet, though you could discern the same mischievous light as there was in Luke’s eyes. His smile, though, seemed sincere.

“We’ve heard a lot about you,” he said, insisting on the words “a lot,” and you saw Jace stiffen in the corner of your eyes. As if she had not noticed her husband’s teasing, Rhaenyra nodded.

“Jace talked a lot about you. He did not lie when he said you were beautiful.”

Your cheeks heat up at the compliment and your brain went wild as you tried to imagine what Jace had told them. You tilted your head to look at him, the poor boy seemed to be about to explode, his face redder than you had ever seen it. You let out a chuckle.

“I hope he did not talk too highly of me, or else I fear I will not meet your expectations.”

Jace moved back by your side and grabbed your hand again. He was giving you the impression that he was going to faint if you weren’t holding him in some sort of way, which made your heart melt.

“You would never disappoint anyone.” He gave a small squeeze to your hand and you resisted the urge to grab him by his collar and kiss him right here right now – as tempting as it was, you weren’t sure that would make the best first impression possible.

You were sitting between Jace and Luke at the dinner table which has been decorated for the occasion. While the presence of your boyfriend by your side was definitely reassuring, you deep down wished you were away from the menace Luke represented (you had to admit he was funny and pretty sweet, but he seemed way too excited to have the opportunity to embarrass his big brother.)

Lunch went swiftly with everyone contributing to the conversation to an extent, even if that meant an unintelligible babble from the kids. You were growing really fond of Rhaena and Baela and it seemed to be reciprocal – perhaps that was the joy of having another girl in their age to talk to in the house or the common interests you shared, but they were enthusiastic to ask you questions. Although this sympathy was great to experience, you were a bit uncomfortable talking about yourself so much. An insidious fear of seeming selfish or shallow was making its way into your mind, and you tried to ask as many questions as you answered. Luckily, most of the questions came from the girls so it did not feel like Jace’s parents were interrogating you.

Next to you, Jace remained mostly silent, holding your hand under the table and looking at you with sparkles in his eyes. You could feel him relaxing as it became clear his family appreciated you. You even saw a proud smile on his face when you glanced at him after managing to cut Luke’s teasing short.

“So,” Rhaenyra asked before one of the twin girls would launch a new topic, “how did you two meet?”

You immediately looked at Jace, suspicious. You had a hard time believing he had never told them the story if he really talked about her as much as Daemon had implied earlier. He caught your gaze and raised his hands in a falsely defensive manner.

“Don’t look at me like that, I just thought you were a better storyteller than I am.”

You rolled your eyes with a chuckle.

“Of course. It’s not the fact that you made an absolute fool of yourself at some point.”

“Oh, now that’s interesting,” Luke laughed and this time no one contradicted him. Jace let out a sigh although he couldn’t hide the smile at the corner of his mouth.

“Alright, go on.”

You started explaining how Jace and you were always “fighting” to get the best grade in every class, and the way this rivalry had prevented you from having a real chat until your literature teacher paired you up for a presentation. You thought he was an arrogant prick, he thought you were a goody-two-shoes, but you were both proved wrong, and just like this, you two became friends, which turned into “friends,” which turned into frantic calls to your friends starting with “I think I have feelings for Jace.” Discussions turned into flirt, hanging out turned into going on dates, and that’s when you reached your favourite part of the story.

“So Jace arrived to pick me up and he had bought me a drink because he’s a sweetheart,” you interrupted your account to offer your lover a bright smile while he looked away, already blushing. “And when he saw me, he literally dropped the drink!” You tried your best not to chuckle, and you saw that Daemon was struggling to do it. “That’s pretty much when I understood that the feelings were mutual,” you concluded.

“For my defence,” Jace started, “you looked particularly gorgeous. Even more than usual, which is not easy.”

“Ah, young love,” Rhaenyra sighed with a dreamy expression on her face. “got me feeling nostalgic.”

“And so,” Daemon asked after a little silence, “do you want any kids?”

You put down your glass before risking choking to death on your water. Next to you, Jace stiffened all at once and you placed a hand on his knee to calm him down. You were pretty sure Rhaenyra scowled at her husband who looked in high spirits. After clearing your throat, you answered with calm:

“I think I’m a bit young to be considering it too seriously. I don’t want any at the moment but it’s not a hard no either, we’ll see where this is going.”

You held Daemon’s gaze for a second before he lowered it to grab his glass of wine, apparently satisfied with your answer. Baela was the one who broke the tension when she stood up.

“It’s time for dessert, isn’t it?” She said and started to group the plates to clear the table before anyone answered. You stood up to help, and despite Rhaenyra trying to stop you (“You’re our guests, you don’t have to help.”), you made your way into the kitchen.

The room was bathed in light and smelled delicious. The counters were definitely not tidy, but with such a big family you couldn’t blame anyone. You put the silverware down when Rhaenyra took you aside with an apologetic look on her face.

“Sorry for Daemon’s question, he likes to provoke people, but it’s nothing personal. He’s a bit like Luke, god these two are so similar you’d think they are blood-related.”

“It’s okay,” you kept a light-hearted tone. “First meeting is always a sort of test, isn’t it?”

Rhaenyra offered you a smile that reminded you of Jace’s. “And I think you’re acing it.”

The rest of the lunch passed without any more embarrassing questions, and you felt increasingly at ease. At the end, Rhaenyra even offered you to dine with them as well, which you agreed to immediately. This household was very different from your own, and even though you understand how it could sometimes be exhausting, you enjoyed the agitation, the laughter and the energy that it contained.

“They loved you,” Jace whispered after closing the door of his bedroom as you were using the nap time of his youngest siblings to catch a break. You could hear the glee in his voice, and he grabbed your hands to pull you closer.

“See! There was no need to be so scared.” You pulled your arms around his shoulders and he leant down to kiss you. It was a soft, chaste kiss, although the grip of his hands on your waist betrayed a stronger want. You tried to deepen the kiss but he broke it, leaving you breathless and a bit frustrated.

“I see what you’re doing and it is not a good idea.” He chuckled and you crossed your arms over your chest. “And don’t start pouting,” he added before you could do anything.

“You know what? I think I’m gonna miss sneaking into your room. It was very Romeo and Juliet-esque, except that we’re a much better couple.”

“Really?” The look in his eyes alone was enough to send your cheeks on fire. “Why so?”

“Well, none of us is thirteen, that’s already a good start. We’d be a healthier Shakespearean couple anyway.”

“Are there any healthy Shakespeare couple?”

“I guess Benedick and Beatrice are pretty cute?” You shrugged

“Hum-hum, even though they spent the play arguing.”

“I can appreciate a good enemies to lovers.”

“Speaking of which, do you wanna watch a film?” He asked you, ready to turn on the old tv he has kept from his childhood. “A romcom for example, or anything that suits you.”

 “Sure,” you nodded. “It’s very nice of your mother to let me stay this evening,” you said as you sat on Jace’s bed.

“Yeah, it’s nice to spend more time with you.” He said with a sigh as he lay between your legs, his back pressed against his chest. You started playing with his hair mindlessly and he hummed. “I’m gonna fall asleep if you keep doing this.”

You laughed softly and pressed a kiss on top of his head. “I’m fine napping with you as well. Who said it was just for toddlers.”

You closed your eyes, enjoying the warmth of his body against yours and the soft strokes of his hands on your legs. The house was pretty calm and you were about to fall asleep when Jace sat up all of a sudden.

“What’s going on?” You asked, staring at him with a confused expression.

“What do you hear?” He asked.

You stopped talking, pricking up your ears, and shrugged after a few seconds.

“Nothing, why?”

“Precisely!” He interrupted you, lowering his voice. “Nothing. There are six other people in this house, and I’m ready to admit that Aegon, Viserys and Joffrey are napping and that Rhaena and Baela are just calm, but there is no reason the others are so silent. Unless…”

“Unless?” You echoed when Jace stood up and tip-toed towards the door.

Your eyes widened when you realised what he was implying and you sat straighter as he opened the door in a hurry, revealing his parents and Luke who all instantly adopted a shameful expression, caught red-handed. You tried your best not to laugh as Jace shooed them away while they tentatively justified their eavesdropping.

Jace waited a few seconds for them to resume their normal activities before closing the door and finally returning to you, breathing out deeply to calm down.

“You know I love them, but sometimes I can’t believe we’re related.”

You bit your lower lip to keep a straight face and opened your arms to return to your earlier position.

“You have to admit it’s at least a little bit cute.” You whispered once you were both at ease, Jace lying between your legs again and gently holding your hands.

“They’re behaving like I’m twelve and I closed the door while studying with a girl.” You let out a low chuckle.

“You’ll get your revenge when Luke has his first partner.”

You stroked Jace’s hand with your thumb and he stopped your motion to kiss your palm and murmur against your skin, “I can’t wait for that day, but in the meantime, I think we should keep hanging out at your place.”

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✧.* Request- @cvmtitss

"Hey, my first time requesting you! I was wondering if you could do a joost w a fem reader where she's famous as well and she has a concert but doesn't think joost can make it due to him being busy or she thinks he has a tour and he comes back early without telling her. And so while she's performing the music, either suddenly changes or turns off and then she turns around and sees joost like proposing overall it js seems rlly cute and fluffy ❤️"

✧.* Pair - Joost Klein x Fem! Musician! Reader

✧.* Tags & Warnings - fluff

✧.* Summary - Joost proposes to the love of his life while she is performing on stage in front of thousands of fans.

✧.* Extra- The reader's performance will be inspired by Kali Uchis' stage performance at Lollapalooza in Brazil (2023) because i'm obsessed with that fucking performance LMAO but if you guys don't like it, ofc change it up for your own imagination. Also highlighted parts are dutch.

✧.* Word Count - 1,442

It was one of the last tours that (Y/N) was doing and she decided to add the cherry on top in Brazil. She had everything ready to go. Her crew, her outfits, the stage, but she was missing one important thing. Her man. Joost was always there to support (Y/N) at her concerts. Whether it was on stage performing with her or watching her with heart eyes behind the scenes. This time, he was on his own tour in Europe, which was what (Y/N) thought.

It was a couple hours before the show was about to start and (Y/N) was starting to get ready while being on the phone with Joost. l “I’m really sad you aren’t here with me, my love,” she expressed.

She heard Joost softly chuckle on the other line. “I know, honey. I wish I was there with you. I love watching you sing and dance, but this is your last show and I finish mine next week. We’ll see each other soon, very soon, gorgeous.”

(Y/N) was content to hear that. She couldn’t wait to see her lover. “I know, im so excited to see you again. Anyways, I got to go. My stylist just arrived,” She blew him a kiss and ended the call with ‘I love you’ one of the few phrases she knows in dutch.

Mine while, in a small town in Brazil, Joost made a plan to get to where (Y/N) was performing and get on his knee to pop that one particular question he’s been waiting to ask her. He landed there a couple days before (Y/N) was set to perform. He presented his plan to his crew and they immediately were on board to help him. His social media crew helped give the allusion to the media that Joost was still in Europe. He had it all planned out carefully and it was all going smoothly. The only thing getting in his way was time. He had to wait a good couple of hours to sneak into her set.

Joost managed to get (Y/N)’s manager’s number and immediately called him. A couple rings pass by until he heard the sound of the other line getting picked up. “Hello?” he heard the voice of (Y/N)’s manager say.

“Hey, what’s up man, it’s Joost. Can I facetime you real quick?” Joost asked.

“Yeah man,” the manager said. They quickly switched to facetime to talk “face to face” (virtually).

“You will never guess where I am at,” Joost said in a jokingly manner. He turned the camera to a small flag of Brazil and giggled.

“Are you serious? That’s awesome, dude, welcome. Does (Y/N) know you’re here?” the manager asked. Joost turned his camera back on his face and shook his head, saying no.

“No, and we need to keep it that way because…” Joost picked up a small black box and opened it. It revealed beautiful gold ring with the most alluring diamond on top to show the camera.

The manager let out a happy laugh, “That’s fucking awesome, man. Are you going to ask her after her show?”

“No, I’m going to ask her during her show, on stage. And that’s why I called to ask you if you can sneak me on set and not tell her. I want this to be special to her,” Joost replied.

“100% we’ll let you on stage and hide you. (Y/N) is going to love every second of whatever you plan to do. Uh, yeah, alright i’ll alert everyone about the plan and let you know when she arrives at the stadium” the manager said. Joost gave him a quick thank you and goodbye before hanging up the call. He did a small fist pump and smiled. Now the only thing to do was wait.

Seconds gradually turned to minutes, at least that’s what Joost felt. The more he had to wait, the more he was desperate. It felt like the universe was doing that on purpose to test him. It was killing him. He couldn’t wait to see his lover. His beauty. His woman. His everything.

When the time finally hit, Joost practically dashed out his hotel room and jogged towards the elevator. Him and his crew he took got taxis and they were finally on their way to the stadium. The drive was filled with laughter, smiles, and conversations. Joost knew how to light up a room, so him preparing to do one of the best things ever made everything 10 times better. Even the driver was joining in on the good time.

Joost finally made it to the stadium. His heart realized what was about to happen and started beating faster. There was a lot of fans and reporters there that he had to ignore. Joost always loved to talk to his fans but, at that very moment he couldn’t blow his cover. He needed this to be a surprise.

The backstage crew immediately went into action when Joost stepped foot in the stadium backstage. They did everything in their power to hide Joost and distract (Y/N). Joost would watch his girl from a far and fall in love even more. Her beauty always made him fall to his knees.

It was finally time for (Y/N) to perform. She went on stage with her backup dancers and got into position. They covered (Y/N)’s frame with giant white feathers, like if she was an elegant swan. She was able to hear her adoring fans and got butterflies in her stomach. She heard her fans already cheering even though they couldn’t see anything on stage due to it being pitch black. She loved every moment of it all. It was finally time to wrap this all up.

She heard the introduction music and narrator speak. She turned to her back up dancers and smiled, “You guys ready?” she asked. They all nodded and asked if she was ready, not knowing that question had a double meaning. She said yes with a big smile on her face.

“Ladies and gentlemen, it is my pleasure to present the one and only, the elegant, the heart stealer. Everyone here, please welcome, (Y/N)!”

The dancers pulled back the feathers, revealing (Y/N) and everyone cheered. She was finally performing. Meanwhile, Joost was backstage watching the beautiful performance. He got the little box ready and was preparing himself. He watched as (Y/N) sang, danced, performed with her life. He always loved that about her, she always knew how to put up a performance.

Joost saw the fans go wild and it was just the very first song. They all sang along like it was karaoke and dances to the beats. He watched his favorite girl with heart eyes and before he knew it, the song was about to come to an end. It was finally time to do what he always wanted to do. He told the crew to signal the DJ to prepare to lower the music.

As (Y/N) was about to finish her song, the music lowered and cut off all together. She thought it was a mistake so she improvised and continued singing the song. She didn’t want to disappoint her fans. That was until she heard her fans scream even louder. She got confused and was wondering why everyone was going crazy until she saw some fans in the crowd point behind her.

(Y/N) turned around and saw her man, on one knee with a box containing a beautiful gold ring with a gorgeous diamond showing. (Y/N) couldn’t believe her eyes. She covered her mouth in shock and started tearing up. It took her a couple of seconds before she said yes. She watched as Joost put the ring on her finger with a huge smile on his face. Joost got up and hug her tight.

In that moment, it’s like everything and everyone disappeared. All that mattered was Joost and his lover. “I can’t believe you did all of that, and for me?!” she said to him.

“Of course I did it all for you, my love. You’re the only woman I love and you are my everything,” he replied. Joost gave (Y/N) a kiss on her lips and pulled away to look at her, “I'm going to stay on stage with you and watch because you look like a goddess when you’re performing.”

Joost took the microphone from (Y/N) and turned to the audience, “Brasil! Prepare for this woman to have a new last name! (Y/N) Klein!” The audience erupted in massive roar-like cheers. The soon-to-be newlyweds gave each other one last kiss before a new song played, signaling (Y/N) to continue the show.

˖◛. *. ⋆ Vanilla Speaks

Hey peoples i hope you liked this im so in love with this man </3 i like writing to muscian readers cuz then I can add what artist I wanna be like (ariana grande, kali uchis, lana del rey, etc etc)

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The First Meeting

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spencer reid x famous!reader Universe

word count: 4.1 k

warnings: stalking, murder, character asking to die (if I missed something please let me know)

Today was supposed to be an easy day for the BAU. It was a paperwork day, no case, no one dying on their watch.

These were some of Spencer's favourite days, don’t get him wrong he loves being in the field and profiling killers, and when they arrest an unsub, that’s the best feeling.

But having days every now and again where they don’t have to travel and Spencer can read and reflect on their previous case, he greatly enjoys it. And he can’t say he’s the only one, but he can say he’s the only one that uses paperwork days to do paperwork.

Penelope walks in the glass doors humming a tune, foreign to Spencer.

“You got that James Dean day dream, hmm hm mhmmm, I got that red lip classic” 

“What’s got you so happy, babygirl?” Derek says, from across Spencer.

“Um, because The Met Gala is tonight! Biggest night in Fashion! And no case means I can watch it.”

“Oh, I must have forgot to put it on my calendar.” Derek, sarcastically remarks while getting up and out of his chair on his way to refill his coffee cup. All the while JJ comes rushing the bullpen, giving the rest of her co-workers a sympathetic face.

“Just when I thought, we would have an easy day.” Emily mumbles getting out her desk chair and walking away with JJ.

“Wally Melman, a music producer in New York, was killed two weeks ago, and Natali Ryan , a singer and songwriter, was killed 4 days ago also in New York.” JJ says while the screen behind her shows pictures of the crime scene.

“The police said they found pictures with the victim's face with ‘You’re Next’ written in red marker across their face. Suspected to have gotten in the mail.”

“And why have they called us now?” Derek says, clearing knowing there was more JJ was going to say but wanting her to get to it quicker. 

“Yesturday, another singer/songwriter, by the name of Y/n L/n-” 

“Oh. My God!” Penny interrupts JJ, having come in to tell the team an update she had gotten from the NYPD. “uh- sorry, I’m sorry.. Um, the NYPD wants a couple of us to go straight to the crime scene once we land, and that the next vic- uh Y/n L/n I suppose- is at the station waiting.” Penny says, turning and leaving after finishing her sentence. 

“Okay everyone, wheels up in 30. JJ can fill us in on the jet.”

When the team arrived in New York, Hotch sent Rossi and Emily to the recent crime scene, and JJ to talk to the media, while himself, Spencer, and Derek went to the station.

When the three got to the station they were shown the note Y/n had gotten from the unsub, different to the others, hers having ‘You Owe Me’ written across her face instead. The team walked into the room they were told Y/n would be in.

Spencer knew she would be pretty, everyone in Hollywood was gorgeous that’s how it worked, but this girl was easily the most beautiful girl he had ever laid his eyes upon, even with her bleached hair that he could assume was a split second decision.

She sat on a chair next to one of the officers' desks, as if she was like everyone else and not a world-wide popstar. Y/n and her manager Joe look up, hearing footsteps walk into the room. She stood up to shake Hotch’s hand. 

“Hi, I’m Y/n, it’s nice to meet you and thank you so much.” “Of course” 

She goes to shake Derek hand, saying a greeting similar to the one she gave Hotch, then she comes face to face with Spencer, or possibly- not definitely the most beautiful man she has ever seen, sticking out her hand she says, “Hi, nice to meet you..”

“Dr. Spencer Reid- or just Spencer, you don’t have to call me doctor.” “Nice to meet you Spencer.” Y/n stays looking at Spencer maybe a second longer than she should have. It’s just so hard to look away from a man that beautiful. When Y/n does finally look away, she takes a seat and they begin their questioning. 

“How well do you know Natalie Ryan?”

“Uh, we talked when we were at the same events and were always friendly, but we weren’t friends.”

“How about Wally Melman?”

“What?” 

“Wally Melman, he was a producer who was killed a couple months ago.” Spencer jumps in, making Y/n turn to address him, while she asks her next statement .

“The paper said that it was a robbery.” “The paper was wrong.” Derek responded quickly.

“Did you know him?” Hotch asks, wanting to get back to the questions he has for Y/n.

“I wanted to work with him on my last album, but he started working with..” Y/n cut herself off.

“Who?” Spencer asks concernedly, seeing the scared look on Y/n's face.

“Natalie Ryan, and they beat Y/n for song of the year” Joe says while Y/n is setting her face to rest in her hands, trying to comprehend what was happening.

“Do you ever have the feeling that someone is following you, or watching you?” Derek asks.

“Only every second I spend outside my house. I have fans, and paparazzi following me everywhere. It’s part of the job.” 

“Do you ever get repetitive phone calls, hang ups, or gifts sent anonymously?” Spencer asks.

“I receive flowers, Lilies, my favourite. The seventh of each month they get sent to each of my homes, they just show up on the doorstep. Never a note, nothing.” 

After a few more of their questions it just becomes too much, knowing that these people are being killed because of her or ‘for’ her and Y/n gets up and leaves the room. Not being able to actually leave given the cameras outside, she doesn’t get too far. And Spencer is right behind her.

“Y/n wait!”

“Can you explain what the hell is going on?”

“Well, it’s still rather speculative, but it appears there’s a delusional assassin who’s killing people to help further your career. It probably started as a stalker. An erotomaniac stalker. There’s a psychopathology of the evolution of these types of stalkers and the fact that he’s contacting you indicates that he believes you owe him something. This model frequently concludes itself with one of two possibilities, either the stalker will kill himself or he’ll kill the object of his affection.”

If Spencer wasn’t talking about the possibility of Y/n’s untimely death, she would have had more time to find Spencer’s rambling and seemingly never ending knowledge hot.

Y/n had gotten home from her time at the station, hoping to be able to relax as she has the Met tomorrow night. But when she had gotten to her front door the yellow notepad paper taped onto it caught her eye.

After reading the note she called the station immediately. The BAU had arrived looking over the note, Y/n was in the room but not listening, she onlys snaps back into listening to the conversations when she hears Spencer. 

“In English?” one of the officers asks.

“That is English actually.” Y/n smiles at that, while Spencer continues, getting cut off by Derek not too far into his explanation. Y/n finally speaks up, after the team starts talking about how she should continue, as if she isn’t there.

“I’m standing right here guys..”

“If we did remove you from the street, you couldn’t stay here, we would have to take you to an undisclosed location.”

“I have a fitting here in 30 mins, and the Met tonight, then I’m all yours. Look, I don't want to be afraid of this lunatic.”

"We can clear all but essential personnel, and up your security.”

“Derek and Spencer will stay here with you.”

“Okay.”

The team getting Y/n ready for the Met have set up, Y/n just finished getting hair and makeup done in just her underwear and a robe. Spencer walks up to Y/n while she’s opening a greenhouse ginger shot to drink.

“I’m sorry if I was insensitive earlier.” Spencer says, referring to when he followed her outside of the questioning room and told her there was a possibility this stalker/assassin guy will kill her, just a tad insensitive.

But nonetheless Y/n responds with, “It’s fine, you were just doing your job, right?” “Yeah.” Y/n takes her ginger shot with a look of remorse on her face. She reaches for the soda in Spencer’s hand, to wash it down. 

“You don’t mind sharing with me do you?”  Spencer quickly shakes his head mumbling a quick ‘no’ while Y/n’s team calls her to get into the dress, Y/n takes off the robe she was wearing, causing Spencer’s eyes to widen, then throwing the robe over a nearby chair. Now standing in just her underwear she smiles at Spencer before walking over to the team helping her get into the dress.

Leaving Spencer to watch her as she subtly sways her hips slightly more than usual when she walks. Spencer takes a sip of the soda Y/n had handed back after taking a sip, Derek coming over to tease Spencer about the scene he just watched.

“You don’t mind sharing with me, do you?” “Shut up.” Spencer says as he walks away. “Go get ‘em, lover.”

Y/n didn’t get to stay at the Met nearly as long as she wished. With double the security and Spencer there with her, she knew she wouldn’t have the night she was hoping for, but maybe something close.

But as she danced with Tom Hiddleston, Spencer got the call to take her to the safe house. Spencer didn’t really want to interrupt Y/n dancing on who he assumes is  another famous person, but he had to, for her safety. 

“Um- Y- Y/n we have to go.” Spencer says while struggling to gain her attention.

“Really?” “Yeah..” “Okay” she sighs, turning to Tom, mumbling an apology and some fake excuse.

They got to Y/n's home. Spencer rambling about safety measures Y/n should take. “You should also probably change all your phone numbers.” “I’m unlisted.” “Anytime you call an 800 number or an 888 number your phone number’s put into a data bank that’s then sold to telemarketers. If someone gets your cell phone number they can go online and research all your records.”

Y/n looks at Spencer expecting him to continue, but when he doesn’t she assumes he’s done, and gets up to walk into her kitchen, saying as she gets up, “You’re very cute when you ramble.” Causing Spencer to freeze but when she turns the corner out of his sight he rushes to keep up with her.

“You should also probably carry a piece of paper and a pen with you wherever you go in case you see any suspicious licence plates that often reappear.” Spence trails of looking closely at a collage hung up on Y/n’s wall 

“It’s a photographic collage. I like how obscure it is.”

“You should also get a dog. Like a guard dog of some sort.” Spencer says, staring intently at the collage but not acknowledging what Y/n said about it. 

“I don’t think so, I'm a cat person. Dogs are not for me… Earl grey good?”

“Wha- what?”

“Tea, do you want some tea?”

“Uh yes, yes sure.”

“Okay” Y/n says smiling at his nervousness.

Y/n walks into the living room, in her swimsuit with a robe overtop, coming to stand next to Spencer while he stares intently at the picture collage on Y/n’s wall. 

“Are you feeling anything?” “There is something definitely appealing about it.” “That’s a start” Y/n says while chuckling.

Turning on her heels towards the back door to the pool. This catches Spencer’s actions wondering what she's doing, he asks, “What are you doing?” “Going for a swim.” Y/n responds nonchalantly. “What? No, Y/N!” Spencer yells following her, but before he can reach her she dives into the pool.

Swimming up to the surface and wiping her face with her hands. She looks so gorgeous, she looks like a movie star, which is not far off. But Spencer really shouldn’t be thinking about how beautiful she is when he’s job is to keep her safe, and her being out here is not safe.

“Y/n, you cannot do this.” “Just a few minutes?” She ‘asks’ while giving Spencer puppy dog eyes. “Go get a suite in the house.” “What? No, I’m not going to grab a suit. Are you kidding me? No.” Spencer says in that high pitched tone he does, she’s only heard it once before, but she can’t help but find it so cute.

“Join me.” “No, I’m going to join you.” “Why not?” “You’re being pursued by a psychotic killer who shoots people in the head!” “I’m not going to stop living my life because of him.” Y/n turns to float in the water. “Y/n, I’m begging you. Will you please get out of the pool?”

“Come on, Spence, you should live a little.” “Live a little? I’ve not known you for 24 hours, I feel like I’ve already aged 10 years.” “Ugh, I can’t be that bad.” “Yes, you are that bad.” Y/n turns off of her back and starts to swim to the edge of the pool Spencer is standing at. 

“Fine, but can you help me out at least?” She says putting on an innocent face as if she really did want help out of the pool. When Spencer leans down to grab her hand to help her up, Y/n pulls him into the pool causing a big splash following after Spencer falls in. 

Which then causes a laugh to come from Y/n as Spencer rises to the water's surface. 

“Yes, very funny. Laugh it up, Y/n. Hilarious. My gun’s wet. That’s just great” Spencer swims to the edge to get his gun out of the water, Y/n swimming behind him, still chuckling. 

“My clothes.” “I told you to grab a suit.” 

While Spencer looks down at his wet chest, Y/n’s hand comes to rest on his peck, causing Spencer to look up at Y/n. When he looks at her, she is already looking in his eyes, her eyes asking the question ‘do you want to kiss me as much as I want to kiss you?’ the answer being ‘yes’ as Spencer starts to lean in. Not knowing what he’s doing, leaning in to kiss Y/n L/n global superstar? Who does he think he is, thinking she would want to kiss him? But contrary to Spencer's beliefs, Y/N leans in too, pulling his body closer to hers faster by his tie. As their lips collide, it feels as if the world slows down. For the first time in a long time Y/n feels normal, regular, ordinary, in the best possible way. She feels in the way Spencer's lips are moving against hers that he doesn’t want her for her fame, or looks, but for her. Just her. But then Spencer pulls away. It had only been a couple seconds, how could a kiss that short hold that much emotion? Spencer’s words stop her from thinking too much. 

“This is completely inappropriate.” “Spence..” Y/n looks into Spencer's eyes only looking away when she closes them and pulls him into another kiss, by his tie. This kiss, still sweet and emotion filled, yet rougher, as if they had gotten that much more comfortable now versus 15 seconds ago. Their lips move together roughly, Y/n tongue brushing Spencer’s lips looking for access, which causes Spencer to move his lips back from Y/n’s again. “No, there’s this thing called transference.” Spencer says, all the while Y/n is trying to recover from the best kiss of her life, and Spencer has no idea. “Do you not like me?” “What?” Spencer says quickly like him not liking her, and is just the most insane idea in the world, and truthfully that’s not far off. “Was that kiss not good?” “No- no it was very good.” “Because I like you.” “I like you too. It’s just I’m a federal agent. You know. And I’m supposed to protect you.” “Then you should keep me close.” Y/n mumbles moving her lips to Spencers again. Spencer pulls back to start talking again, as Y/N’s kisses move to his neck, kissing and nipping at his skin every so often, the first nibble causing Spencer to let out a surprised noise that quickly turns into a moan. “I’m just, hmm.. I’m a little worried, you know? We’re in a pool.” “Are we?” “And it’s uh.. We’re pretty much exposed.” Y/n moves to give Spencer's lips a quick peck, before responding to his concerns. “We have cops. We have cops posted out front.” Y/n cuts herself off to kiss Spencer again, “There are coyotes out back.” Y/n pauses looking at Spencer’s lips, while licking her own, then shooting her eyes up to Spencer’s “And then it’s just you and me.” Y/n moves her lips to be hovering over Spencer’s their noses rubbing against each other, it feels much more intimate than just kissing him, breathing in the after shave and cologne mixed with chlorine soaked into his skin is a smell Y/n would never get sick of, no matter how much she hated the smell of chlorine. She moves her lips back to the spot she found on his neck that makes him the most reactive. “Stop- I have to tell you something.” “What?” “I didn’t want to tell you this before, because I was a little bit worried… I didn’t know how to say it, but I can’t not tell you.” “Spence, just tell me. What is it?” “Your manager, Joe… Hotch went to check on him, but he got there too late.” Y/n looks into Spencer’s eyes any ounce of a look that would tell her he wasn’t serious. Because Joe couldn’t be dead. Not because of her, Joe was like family, no matter how weird he was. Joe was always there. Y/n turns away not being able to look at Spencer, “How could you-” She turns back to him, looking Spencer in the eyes as she aks, “How could you not tell me?” “I was afraid you’d be upset.” “You knew? How could you know and not tell me?” “Y/n, I’m so sorry” Y/n moves towards the edge of the pool to pull herself out, Spencer trying to help her. “Don’t- Don’ touch me! Please, don’t touch me!” Y/n gets out walking back into the house with a towel around herself, leaving Spencer in the pool.

Spencer walks into Y/n’s living room, seeing her sitting on her couch crying, he wants to comfort her. Just don't know how. “Y/n?...Are you still… Are you okay?” “Joe was like family.” Hearing Y/n cry hurts Spencer more than he thought possible from a girl he met not even 24 hours ago. “It’s just so hard to trust people in this industry, you don’t know who to believe.Everybody wants something from you. And I felt- I thought you were different.” “I know I should have told you.” “I told him not to.” Rossi cuts in having heard most of the conversation from behind Spencer. “He was only following my orders.” Rossi pats Spencer's shoulder while leaving the room. “The last time I could really trust people was when I moved to Nashville.” Y/n says, all the while Spencer is decoding the picture collage on Y/n’s wall. “Nashville, you said you lived you Houston street? And you were on KZ fm in high school?..” “Yeah..?” When Y/n sees the way Spencer is intensely staring at the collage she also gets up, to stand next to him. “I need to take this thing about.” Spencer says while not looking away. “What?” “I’ll put it back. I think I see images of you. Guys!”

Y/n stands to the side with Derek while Spencer and Emily are putting the pieces together. “Y/n, it looks like someone has been stalking you for years.”

“Yeah, this tells your whole life story. Awards, Billboard charts, Albums.” 

“Everything since moving to Nashville.”

“Who gave you this collage?” Derek asked, leaning over the island counter. “Um- he did” Y/N says pointing at a picture on the collage. “Who is he?” “Uh- Parker Dunley, I don’t really know him, he just owns a gallery I go to sometimes.” 

Spencer gets off the phone quickly turning to Y/N. “Y/N, do you someone by the name of Veronica Hartley?” “Roni? Yeah, of course I know her. I’ve known her for years. She’s one of my assistants.” Their conversation gets cut off by Y/n’s phone ringing. “What is it?” Spencer asks, seeing the way her eyes widened when she read the caller ID.

“That’s her calling now.” 

“Is she calling from her cell phone?” 

“Yeah.” 

“Y/n, we think Roni’s the stalker.” 

“No- No way.” 

“Answer the phone. Act completely natural, the longer you keep her on the line the more likely we’ll be able to trace the call.. Trust me.” Spencer walks away to call the team, while Y/n answers Roni’s call.

“Hello?…Roni?...” Spencer turns to Y/N and gives her a signal to keep talking.

“Rons?... You’re tired?......I saw you today?.... I don’t know what you’re talking about.. I remember.. Roni, that was just one weekend…”

“Y/n” Spencer whisper yells, after getting off the phone with Penny, finding out Roni’s calling inside the house.

“How did she get inside?”

“She has keys.”

Spencer starts searching the house Y/n walking behind him. When they get up to a guest bedroom, Y/n feels the barrel of a gun being pressed to her skull, Spencer quickly turns around. 

“Put down the gun.” Roni demands. “Roni..” Spencer says while lowering his gun. “Don’t call me ‘Roni” you don’t know me! Come on, Y/n, let’s go. We have to go, baby. Come on.” Y/n looks in Spencer’s eyes begging him to do something. “Roni, don’t hurt her. You don’t need to hurt her.” “You don’t know anything. I would never hurt her. I created her" "No you didn’t.” “Yes, I did you stupid, ungrateful, little bitch.. I can’t believe I ever loved you.” “Roni, she.. She loves me now.” Roni moves her gun from pointing it at Y/n’s head to pointing it at Spencer. “She told me so. When we were in the pool. She kissed me. Now she loves me okay?” “No.” “Tell her we kissed in the pool.” “No!’ Roni yells this time switching from pointing her gun from Spencer to Y/n. Y/n looks at Spencer hopefully to tell her the next move, when he nods his head at her she says, “Yes, we kissed.” Roni then pushes Y/n, and Spencer tackles Roni to the ground, grabbing her gun, and pointing it at her. “Kill me! Please. Kill me! I’ll be so much happier!” But Spencer shakes his head, lowering the gun as he says, “No, we’re going to get you some help.” 

Y/n is standing in the station talking to her publicist, while news vans are lined up outside.

“I don’t want any media.” “Come on, Y/n” “No. No media.” “Okay, no media. Let me deal with these guys then.”

After Y/n’s publicist leaves, Spencer walks up to Y/n. “I wish we didn’t meet under these circumstances. More normal maybe.” “Y/n, believe me, no matter how we met, I’m glad we did.” Y/n feels her whole body, warm at that, she turns her head, knowing Spencer can see the blush on her face. They’re interrupted when Derek yells for Spencer. “Hey, Reid. Come on, we got to move.” “Well, um- here, take this.” Y/n passes Spencer a receipt she had written her new number on. “Would you- if it’s okay with you, give me a call.” “Yeah, I would love to.” Rossi comes walking over. “I hate to intrude, kid, but we’re waiting.” “Yeah- yeah a second.” “So- call me, I’ll be waiting.” Y/n turns to walk away, but Spencer puts a hand on her shoulder to stop her. Y/n turns towards Spencer, he puts his hand on her check, Y/n leaning into his palm, turning her head slightly to press a small kiss into his palm, before walking away. 

[ezralva]

Unpopular opinions but from what I've seen around since ppl predicting his death, most of Choso's fans still got so hung up on that 2 panels of Yuki's last words in the past that they perhaps skipped the fact that neither Choso, Yuuji, nor everyone afterward nor the narrative until this very chapter ever touched on the subject whether Choso is a human or a curse even matters, it's just figurative speech back then to justify that Choso deserved to live beside Yuuji, as long as the latter allowed, which Yuuji did.

Most of the arguments I saw was that if Choso died then Yuki's sacrifice was for nothing. Imo that's more of a 'You' problem, depending on how one wants to interpret it. This 'black and white' separation is clearly just more important for the fans but actually not so much in the narrative for the arcs afterward.

Let's be more objective with what happened after chapter 208 and it's the fact that we never saw Choso or anyone ever hinted a scene afterward whether that statement (of his identity) is important anymore beyond that arc as Choso never referred to himself as either or shown that he was in any dilemma anymore due to it. Or that his still being a half-curse standing between the sorcerers ever became a problem or caused a rift amongst them. Readers should start admitting that literally no one in JJK after chapter 208 ever brought that topic again of what Choso is or cares about it. Choso was given the chance (and also a confident boost) to be with Yuuji and Yuuji allowed it so he took that. For others, the only thing that matters to them is that he's siding with Yuji and thus with them. The next thing we knew, the narrator referred to him as one of the sorcerers. We saw him smiling and standing naturally among the entourage who cheered for Gojo's last battle, the guy he tried to kill before. Other characters refer to him as just 'Choso'. Choso only cares that he is Yuuji's big brother that needs to protect him, not what he is now that he sided with the sorcerers. Yuuji himself is also a half-curse now so that's the more reason for Choso not to care abt what he is, not when his last little brother is finally the same as him.

Even in this chapter when Choso said 'I need to apologize to Tsukumo too', there's still no flashback to that 1 scene because it was preceded by Yuuji reminding him that it's not an enough reason for him to disappear after Yuuji became strong and is immediately followed by, 'Yuuji, I'm sorry for leaving you again'.

To me this is more referring to Yuki's words at the bar when she said "but if you die, he'll be alone again" and the fact that Yuki died so Choso could have more time with Yuuji but now he indeed had to leave Yuuji again, rather than about whether he had lived on as a human or not. I personally believed he already did, though, if that really matters, but to Choso now what he is isn't more important than the fact that he, as Yuuji's big brother, is now leaving him alone.

Feel free to argue w/ me abt this but the fact remains that after saying sorry for leaving to Yuuji, it is immediately followed by panel of Eso and Kechizu reappearance calling after their big brother to join them on their side again, now it's in the their original form again, the cursed object.

For me personally, Yuki's death was not in vain as Choso had time to pass down his legacy to Yuuji before joining Eso and Kechizu's side again, but if people wanna see that Yuki's death only amounted to ripping Kenjaku's shirt open now that Choso still died, then be my guess. (Besides, Yuki isn't the first side character in JJK that gets this treatment of not having much importance, after her role is finished. Even though she was being mentioned a couple times for her research and even here in this chapter, but not even one flashback to her might be a sign that Gege doesn't hold her high in their list of priority, but hey it's JJK so it's not news.) It is important to also note (and I think this one is where most readers perhaps skipped) that back then, Choso didn't have much to say or choice for the sacrifice cz Yuki's CT was already transferring Choso to a safety place, before he himself could choose, say, or do anything.

Yet this time he chose to threw his life on the line for Yuuji. It wasn't even the 1st time he did this. We saw this back from his fight with Naoya (before chapter 208) and he wasn't acting any different until now, after passing chapter 208 👆

When the others got hurt one by one during the fight, Choso might've healed himself but we didn't see him come back to distract Sukuna from chasing after the others or took the blow for them, but we saw him immediately come back to Yuuji's side when Yuuji cudn't handle his wound and then of course we saw him protecting Yuuji with all his last efforts. He's just persistently living up to his big brother character, not whether he's a human. He would do the same if it's Eso or Kechizu in Yuuji's place.

So here's the highlight, even after this far, Choso isn't self-sacrificial for all humans like how other sorcerers showed. He's only self-sacrificial for Yuuji and the other little brothers that are now merged in him, because for him, he's a big brother above all else.

TLDR Choso's arc was set from the beginning that he lives only for his little brothers and that is the meaning of his life. It is one of his first lines when he appeared. What Choso ever wanted wasn't to be human or curse, but to be worthy of living with his little brothers and then of being Yuuji's big brother after what he did in Shibuya and to Yuuji. Doesn't matter whether he's a human or curse because he will always be both and that is not a bad thing. In fact the very presence of him and Yuuji as half-curses till this arc is special because he represents that grey area between human and curse, that not one is the more right than the other which is also one of the very theme of jjk.

[tododeku-or-bust]

Fic Writing Ask Game

I was asked to play by the wonderful @shooshopath ! I'm sending it to @toiletpotato @queenoftherandomword @spacebeyonce @surkovhasherpes

1. how many works do you have on ao3?

45

2. what's your total ao3 word count?

943,229

3. what fandoms do you write for?

Currently, just Patrochilles (TSoA and Hades)

4. top 5 fics by kudos?

Flashing Lights, Restless, to face the sea, where flowers bloom, Paradise, & and the nights, they are endless

5. do you respond to comments?

I do! I used to think it was really nice when authors answered my comments. I always make a point to answer comments to let people know I care about their feedback and that I appreciate their support, especially if they choose to become a consistent reader. It's a bit embarrassing though, half my comment count is me responding 😭

6. fic you wrote with the angstiest ending:

Lacrimosa

7. fic you wrote with the happiest ending:

I think the rest are all generally happy ending 😅 can't really pick one.

8. do you get hate on fics?

I had for a couple of my Patrochilles and Parenthood series, particularly on my OC. Tbh, I'm shocked I don't receive more, given that Black female characters usually receive minimal grace. Everyone's been very supportive, if not necessarily completely understanding the perspective of the narrative (thus the "your OC is a self insert" comment. Like, I'm writing about the experience of Black girlhood, where else am I gonna pull from lmao we tend to go through particular things!)

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

Nah, not really. I'll usually include a sex scene here or there, but I don't write just straight smut. There's always gotta be some angst or some sort of plot. I don't think my writing is good enough for straight smut, so I leave that to others.

10. do you write crossovers?

Technically my Patrochilles fics are crossovers, but fr I just tag both fandoms for reach. If I'm focused specifically on the TSoA rendition, I only tag for that. Otherwise, no. Same idea with MDZS.

11. have you ever had a fic stolen?

Apparently so! Well, not stolen, but heavily inspired by. Since it wasn't word for word, I'm not willing to get lynched by white fandom to start an argument about it.

12. have you ever had a fic translated?

I have!

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

Nah 😅 unfortunately I'm too territorial about my writing process.

14. all-time favorite ship?

Patrochilles, with AshEiji as a close close second.

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

Blooms of a Wilting Garden. It's a WangXian fic I was super, SUPER passionate about... And then I burnt out of both the fic and the fandom. It was just so toxic in that space that I got disillusioned. Maybe I will- it is outlined!

16. writing strengths:

I personally think that I'm very good with dialogue and character motivations. I'm also very passionate about movement while I write, bc I think that it adds emphasis to both of those things. But yeah, I'm very intense about motivations- how might someone's character change in certain situations? What might cause an outburst in one moment might generate an incredibly calm response in another, all for the same character. It all depends on the situation, and I like exploring that.

17. writing weaknesses:

I feel like I could do better with "prettier" writing. On the one hand it's a style choice, I tend to prefer words that get to the point I'm trying to depict. On the other hand, sometimes I wish I could write as beautifully and set up as well done a setting as other writers. I've been trying to do better with that. But I also write fic as a hobby so... 🤷🏾‍♀️

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

I've tried direct translation (language, then the English translation next to it) and italicizing. Some phrases I know well enough to use the former, but if I get caught up I will use the latter.

19. first fandom you wrote for:

On AO3? Bnha, tododeku (thus the name of the blog. I was pretty intense about it. Oh how I've grown in 4 years).

20. favorite fic of yours:

Hmmm... This is hard. I love all my fics as a favorite for different reasons 😭😭 the overall winner? Restless, my first AshEiji fic. It's one of my fics that I'm always rereading, and I love how it came about because of two nightmares I had. Like they really worked in allowing me to write a perspective on Eiji that I felt I wasn't seeing in the fandom at the time. Protection (my second Philia fic) is my second place.

Thanks for sending this to me! I'm so happy to see it 😊 I miss talking about my stuff sometimes.

[nori-writes]

Awaited Arival

Cassidy x Reader

Summary: Just Cole returning home after a long mission away from reader.

W/C: 650+

You and Cassidy were both accustomed to not seeing each other for days on end, it was your job as agents. You both managed and did still have a successful relationship, making time for one another whenever you could. However, the other day over dinner Cole had mentioned that he’d be out longer than normal this time around but you never expected that to turn into multiple weeks of your boyfriend being absent.

You missed him, you really did and it showed. Indulging yourself in things from his side of the wardrobe mostly his poncho but that's because it always carried his smell of cigars, gunpowder and whiskey, a mixture of smells you never thought you’d come to miss this much.

You stood in the kitchen making yourself a dinner with one of Cole’s old hoodies draped over your body, making you look tiny, it kept you comfort, at least you knew he was alive. But, within your shared relationship with the man this was the longest you've gone without talking to him.

Putting the food you made onto a plate you sat down at the dining table in the dark with the only light being the moonlight that shone through a small kitchen window along with the light above the stove that stayed on. You sat in silence picking at your food, eating it slowly, staring out the small window watching the silhouette of a squirrel that scurried around the tree before calming.

You were snapped out of your trance, hearing some rustling from the doorway of the kitchen, you hadn’t heard the door open so had someone made their way in? Or were you too busy staring out the window to even hear or notice that the front door had even been opened. You looked up as the light flipped on to reveal your boyfriend standing in the doorway, obviously beaten, bruised and tired but most of all grateful to be back home with you.

“Aw, Darlin’ were you missin’ me that much?” He said through a small laugh, all you could do was wear a small smile back at him though, “How’s it been ‘round here with me gone?”

Setting down the fork you were holding you got up walking over to him wrapping your arms around him and putting your head into his chest enveloping in his presence while he intertwined his hands into the strands of your hair, running his fingers through, “I’ve missed you,” you said as a mumble into his chest.

“I know pumpkin, I know,” He took a pause, placing a kiss onto the top of your head, “How about we get you into bed and I’ll join you as soon as I finish showering?”

You nodded at the idea, it sounded nice, “That sounds good,” you said, pulling yourself out of him, “I’ll see you when you’re done, alright?”

“Of course honey,” he told you, kissing the top of your head, “You go get situated in bed and when I’m done we can watch that one movie we were talking about before I left.”

Nodding, you happily made your way back to the room that you both shared, coddling yourself within the blankets that were there, and turning on the movie to the first scene for when Cole was out and back. As if on cue, your lover walked into the room, sweatpants on he sat in the spot next to you finding your hand in the mess of blankets, to intertwine your fingers together.

“Finally get to get a good night's sleep now that you’re here.” He smiled at you.

“Glad to hear,” You smiled back, snuggling yourself into Cole, forgetting about the movie completely, just glad to be able to envelop in your lover's presence again.

Slowly as you drifted off to sleep in your lover's arms you heard him whisper a couple sweet words to you, “I love you, darlin’. Glad to be home with you again.”

A/N: Woo first Overwatch upload! I literally love this man so much 🧡❤️

Please do also to feel free to send in a request if my box is open! My rules are here and, if you like what I write and would like some more my master list is here!

[disasterbijamietartt]

Since I won't "have to" get up at 3am to watch the finale (I'm probably the only person in the world happy about them pushing the release back by three hours lol), I now have time to humour you with two Roy x Jamie scenarios, that won't happen since the writer's ignore what's best for Keeley's character development (= staying single) and give us OT3, but that I'd love for someone to use for fanfic purposes.

After getting Ted's truth bomb Rebecca heads over to Keeley to discuss it and we get a similar scene to 3x10. After unloading her thoughts about Ted, Rebecca asks if there have been new developments with Roy since the last time they talked. Cue for Roy: He descends the stairs in the background and makes two coffees in the kitchen. Then he heads towards Rebecca and Keeley right in time to overhear Keeley telling Rebecca that she made up her mind and that she doesn't want to get back with Roy, since she needs time for herself to grow into her own person, the same way Rebecca did. Rebecca then notices Roy, which prompts Keeley to notice him as well. Awkward pause, a "I'm sorry, that wasn't how you were supposed to find out." and Roy being "It's okay, you don't always get what you want", Rebecca chiming in with a "But maybe you'll get what you need." Roy nods along and heads back upstairs. Back in the bedroom he puts one cup on the bedside table and then says "Made you coffee", camera pans to Jamie in bed, sitting up and taking the other cup. Jamie notices that Roy looks a bit wistful and asks him what's going on. Roy tells him that Keeley and him won't be getting back together. Something that hurts but not was much as he had expected. Still, Roy gets a bit upsets when Jamie dons this small hopeful smile. He tells Jamie, that Keeley doesn't want any relationship right now and Jamie shouldn't get his hopes up if he is not willing to wait. Then Jamie looks at him, with a shy smile, biting his lip. "You know, I can be patient. I've been waiting for months." Makes big puppy eyes. "Just not for Keeley." Roy looks at him a couple seconds, his face makes a journey from utter confusion to realisation, then he goes "Fuck. This really isn't what I wanted." Jamie's smile falters. "But it may just be what I need." Then he grabs Jamie and kisses him and the scene fades out …

After visiting Rebecca Keeley seeks out Roy at training and they finish the "I want to be more than friends"-conversation. Keeley explains to him, that she needs to figure herself out and wants to stay single for the next couple months, maybe a year or two. Roy offers he would wait for her, but she looks at Jamie and whispers "I don't think you should." Perspective switches to Jamie who notices that Keeley and Roy have a—apparently heated—conversation, with them repeatedly looking in his direction. Jan pats his shoulder and wishes him luck for the upcoming boot room talk. And as expected Roy yells at Jamie to come with him to the boot room and explicitly tells Will to stay in the locker room. Worried looks are exchanged—that can't be a good sign. Jamie expects Roy to have a jealous fit or to yell at him, but on the contrary Roy seems nervous, almost anxious, only looking at him without getting a word out. "What happened when you talked with Keeley?", Jamie finally asks. "Well, we broke up for good. And she said, I should go for … get what I need and … Ah, forget it." "What?" "Nothing." "It is not nothing. If you need comfort, I'm here for you. Or if it makes you feel better you can yell at me or headbutt me or …" Roy grimaces, murmurs a "Fuck me it", grabs Jamie by the neck, pulls him closer and kisses him. After being surprised for a moment Jamie kisses back. And since they conveniently stand right in front of the window to the gym (? I'm still so bad at the layout of all rooms, but there is a window lol), Isaac and Colin see them and when they head back to the locker room Isaac blurts out "Roy and Jamie are making out in the boot room", Will shouts "NO! I've been waiting for this for months. MONTHS! And now I've missed it!", Colin murmurs "I've been really lucky Isaac didn't out me within five minutes of finding out …" and Trent just nods along knowingly, an unspoken "Finally" plastered onto his face. And Nate wonders, what else he had missed the last couple months.

[darkhorse-javert]

Get To Know Your Fic Writer: 11, 24, 40

11. Link your three favorite fics right now.

(None Foyle's War, But based on the 'right now' qualifier ...)

The View from the Diogenes - A Mycroft Holmes-eye view of some of ACD's Sherlock Holmes. My heart was on the floor a couple of times.

'YeeH&W' Series by FruitViking, an 1800s Wild-West AU of Sherlock Holmes. Currently on the fourth one.

Many Roads by PR Zed. Three different Fix-its for the 1942 film 'Random Harvest.' I read it when I need a warm snuggle

Also three Real Life Book Recs to make up for it;

'Pastoral' by Nevile Shute (c.1944). A slice of life and Romance on an Oxfordshire bomber station in the War. I love this book, because it has such a sense of time and character for all the cast. Why wasn't there a film?

'The Library of Lost Words' by Pip Williams. Set around the composition of The Oxford Dictionary, lead character is the Editor's daughter. It weaves in discussion over which words are considered worthy to be enclosed. Beautifully written, really good sense of character, place and time.

'Mosquito' by Rowland White - I've only just started this one, but I'm gripped so far. It's a biography of the 'Wooden Wonder' written quite accessibly and also very interesting

24. Worst writing advice anyone ever gave you?

Can't think of one off the top of my head,

Although I hadn't until this year learnt the proper detailed punctuation around speech (whether there's a comma, full-stop, dash etc. Reeeally steep learning curve there.

40. If someone were to make fanart of your work, what fic or scene would you hope to see?

Oh gosh...

Perhaps the Bus Scene where Sam accepts Andrew from 'If You Go Down to the Woods today'

Or Sam fast asleep on an injured Andrew, with Christopher Foyle rapidly realising he's Missed Something Going On, from 'There but for...'

But really nearly anything.

PS the next fic in the series has been put in for WIP-Big Bang so I finish it, so I'm hopeful that will get an illustration :)

(Ask Game here)

[frankiebirds]

started binging criminal minds, i was gutted when elle left & now watching the next couple of s2 episodes i really felt her absence. especially in 'the last word' when a women has to pretend to be dead so they can catch one of the serial killers (they so needed to have a frank convo about making elle relieve her trauma + this couldve been a great intro to that). i read your post, i agree it did make sense why elle left considering her background as a sexual offence specialist & what she says to reid but i found the writing lacking. her exit felt rushed + not final bc she only really shared scenes with hotch. also she also seems the type to not wanna give up the bau bc that would mean the fisher king wins + is a determined person so it would've been better to see her slow realisation she cant do the job she desperately wanted in s1. also the fact her relationships with the rest of the team + their reactions weren't fully explored is annoying since she was quite friendly with everyone particularly close to morgan, reid even gideon. especially since gideon inadvertently caused her get shot as he didnt want to follow the rules then said elle would understand?? so a confrontation w gideon similar to the one w hotchner wouldve been nice. i miss morgan's fun bantery friendship with elle in the later eps when she wasn't there to partner up with him (idk they seemed to be a go to partnership to me) & the elle/morgan/reid trio is sorely missed. ive largely enjoyed everything so far (just finished 2x09) but i wish they'd more deeply explore the characters' history. like the inclusion of reids mom was interesting & really liked how garcia respected reids privacy to keep her illness a secret. it was a missed opportunity i felt not to see elle & morgan not bonding over losing their cop dads or hotch and gideon talking about fatherhood when hotch is missing out on his babys key milestones (ik there was that bit in s1 when hotch tells gideon to get in touch w his son but more of those moments wouldve been nice). whilst i feel the team all like each other and there's some interesting/fun friendships (reid&gideon , garcia&morgan etc) id be nice to have some downtime scenes showcasing them as a makeshift found family (sorry i love that trope & c'mon they spend more time with each other than with their acc families). anyway sorry for the long rant this show is eating at my brain lord my brain mass will be equivalent to a pea by the time i finish this show. <3

thats fair and i get what you mean! there are definitely moments when i felt elle's absence and there are definitely things about her leaving that i would change if i had the power—i absolutely agree that the reactions from the rest of the team to her leaving and the actions leading up to it were sorely lacking, and a slower realisation that she cant do the job anymore would have been very cool to see, although i think the latter was less due to writing problems and more to the fact that elle left the show because lola glaudini chose to leave (ie they couldn't write a fully fleshed out leaving arc for elle because it was driven by out-of-show events and therefore not planned/they had limited time to execute it). the lack of reaction from the team is a writing problem though, so again i very much agree with that!

i hope you enjoy the rest of the show and get some of your wishes, and if you dont, you can find some good fics to fulfill them <3

[pbpsbff]

20 Questions (for fanfic writers)

got tagged by @fieldsofview :)) (and probably someone else. i have a draft of this from november. oops.)

1. how many works do you have on ao3? 47 as of yesterday:)

2. what's your total ao3 word count? 190,927

3. what fandoms do you write for? i've bounced around a lot of fandoms since i was like, 10, but since august 2022 i've been strictly writing for mcu spider-man (technically more leaning toward irondad, but. u know). with this in mind however, i have a couple 9-1-1 wips and am about one bad day away from writing big time rush fanfiction

4. top five fics by kudos: Peter Parker's Guide to: Texting, Twitter, and Tony Stark (2,110 kudos)

Everything's Coming Up Potatoes (439 kudos)

Is That a Potato in Your Pants, or Are You Just Happy to See Me? (422 kudos)

If You Give a Guy a Potato, He's Going to Ask You on a Date (401 kudos)

be mean to me (if you need to be mean) (331 kudos)

5. do you respond to comments?

...

i try my best. i genuinely have no idea how it's gotten this bad (if i ignore your comment please don't take it personally—i forgor)

6. what is your fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? oh god i don't have anything w/ a sad ending posted LOL i'm too much of a sucker for a happy ending. (i do have mcd in my drafts tho!!!)

maybe 15. There It Is Again, That Funny Feeling? It's more of a hopeful ending, but considering the context of the story entirely, it's pretty sad.

7. what's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? every single fic in the series All's Fair in Love and Potatoes. this series is my happy place amongst all the death and despair on my account

8. do you get hate on fics? besides the hate i receive from sapoteylx? no

9. do you write smut i do! it'll never see the light of day but i do!

10. craziest crossover: i hate crossovers sorry guys. on my old ao3 tho i wrote a heathers au hamilton fic and that's probably the closest i'll ever get to one (unless we're counting r&r? since it's technically twd universe?) also this one time (i was 11. keep this in mind) i read a fic that was tagged jacob sartorius/bob duncan and i think about it daily

11. have you ever had a fic stolen? i hope not???

12. have you ever had a fic translated? NO but that would be so cool. i have some regular commenters that tend to comment in spanish and i'm always wondering if it would be easier for them if i had it translated but i only speak engish. idk fic translators are gods gift to writers i fear

13. have you ever co-written a fic before? i cowrote a hamilton chatfic in 2018. next question

14. all time favorite ship? every peter parker ship ever (excluding all the minor/adult ones). big sambucky and pepperony fan too tho

15. what's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will? i have this wip that's like, peter agrees to go undercover for a mission because they need info from some big bad guy and peter is obviously the least recognizable of the bunch, but he gets kidnapped and all that good stuff. idk if i'll ever get around to finish it, because it's like 9 planned chapters and that is SO ambitious for me.

also my cellist!peter au? i've been trying to write it but the words haven't come to me idk

16. what are your writing strengths? ooooo i think i'm good at realistic dialogue and character dynamics—i have spent hours of my life on fandomwiki looking at different character's quotes and watching videos of their interaction with other characters because that's something so important to me.

i think i'm good at balancing angst and humor too?? idk the walking dead really shaped my writing style because u can have a silly scene and then 2 seconds later someone is dead on the floor. hope to carry that vibe through everything i do.

17. what are your writing weaknesses? i am so bad at describing settings and character actions. i can always see the scene in my mind but on paper it turns into they are at a house. peter sits down in the chair, and is sad. and it gets to a point where i just give up on trying to fix it

18. thoughts on dialogue in another language? ough if i ever write dialogue in another language i'll be consulting someone who speaks said language (which is what i actually have done!!!! i have a fic coming out soon w a spanish title and i asked aster-argent for help:)). or doing the thing people do where they just put the text in italics and write ," he said in spanish or some shit.

idk for the most part i stay away from it (ignoring the throwaway, casada harley joke i make in my parkner series) because at the end of the day i am a white girl who learned how to count to 10 in spanish because of dora and took 3 years of german.

19. first fandom you wrote in? ok so. i was 11 and on quotev, writing a chatfic about the bands twenty one pilots, panic at the disco, my chemical romance, and fall out boy. the fic is still up and it makes me nauseous to think about

i think technically i had an ldshadowlady fic out on wattpad before that but it was a blatant ripoff of another fic so. i don't count it

20. favorite fic you've written? i think this answer changes every day, and will change when i get my next group of fics out, but as of right now—

i'll put down my roots when i'm dead i'm just so proud of it idk. first time i've ever really met a deadline and probably the most passionate i'd been about getting a fic out since r&r began? i just love the whole thing.

Is Close the Closest Star? this one is definitely a tie with the several other angst oneshots i put out around the same time, but idk something about this fic is so special to me. it's like 6 months old and i know my writing's improved since then, but i'll always go back and reread

okok last one sorry ur making me pick my favorite child. Unrotting Your Insides, Unrooting Your Limbs i am such a sucker for recovery fics sorry. i've written several fics about bulimia but this is my fav because it's just. so soft.

tags

oh god i don't have enough writer friends uhhh @norahdevore. if u have not done this already. i am holding a gun to your head and making you do this (and anyone else reading this. please guys)

[karalynlovescake]

2023 writing list

Not exactly a New Years resolution, as those don't often pan out, but more of a personal checklist. Please feel free to stroke my ego by asking me about any of these. If I remember I'll update with links as I finish.

I did not expect to start writing again in 2022, and the fact that I did is completely because of Sandman and the amazing tumblr fandom for it. So. Things I would like to write/finish in 2023:

1.) Black Unicorn AU: it has languished while I put off rereading the source material and write other things. I know HOW it ends but I don't like the ending scene I've written and until I do it won't click. But no one else is going to write this one so we'll keep working on it.

2.) He Would Not Say That: which has expanded to the point where I'm overwhelmed by it and overthinking the morality of fucking your boyfriend's dream subjects, which is a buzzkill because it was supposed to be very un serious sex comedy. Hob would give Chidi Anagonye a massive stomach ache if I could justify the crossover.

3.) Crack one-shot: Come Live With Me and Be My Cat - a spin-off of love to Avelera’s amazing fic and inspired by that great picture that @twottie-m8 did of Hob throwing Cat!Dream at the Corinthian

4.) Some kind of SandOmens side piece PROBABLY attached to Least of These so we can have a good fun "you built a what to whom" reaction from Aziraphale and Crowley.

4a.) The Next Level - wrote this instead, a very soft fluffy little piece where Dream asks Aziraphale and Crowley for advice on being the type of friends who hold hands. We'll see if that scratched my itch to write SandOmens.

5) Actually, let’s throw The Least of These on this list. Didn’t include it before because I started it in Nov/Dec, but it was SUPPOSED to be a soft smutty 5k and now it is 25k and is more plot than smut, and has taken up more of my time than I anticipated

6) As of yet untitled longfic #1: if published will be two separate works, part one a setup of "Dream shows up every couple of years for sex, but in a different disguise every time because he thinks he's smart" and part two is your standard fishbowl rescue/let's rewrite season 1, because we like them. I want this to be better than I feel I'm capable of writing but I keep plonking away at it, and it's 16k words already, which is too much for me to give up on.

7) A Secret Third Thing: (not actual title) where I come to terms with the fact that in killing off Morpheus by having him put half his soul in the Corinthian I accidentally made an OC that I'm kind of interested in.

8) Honeymoon piece: I don't want to write the wedding, that sounds exhausting, but Hob wants to honeymoon somewhere he hasn't been where they can just be themselves, and Dream takes him to a little side project he, Delirium and Destruction started a few centuries back: a friendly desert community where the sun is hot, the moon is beautiful, and mysterious lights pass overhead while everyone pretends to sleep. The King of Nightmares is a minor celebrity in Nightvale, and he gets to show off his new husband. Silly.

8a) I did, in the end, write a wedding, if a rather hasty one, so we have: Then maybe, maybe, maybe you'd stay which was written almost entirely in 72 hours in a tiny hotel room in a foreign country 6000 miles from home, after my husband's passport got stolen 15 hours before we were supposed to fly home, thus turning the end of our dream vacation into nearly a literal nightmare. Apparently I stress write. You learn things when you travel.

9) The Financial Crimes of Hob Gadling, only of I can think of a way to do it that shows off my special interest without publishing a "How to crime" guide.

10) Longfic #2, working title "All the Things That Lie Undone" - loosely based off the plot of a favorite out of print smutty historical romance novel. Basic plotline is worked out, but so far all that's written so far is the first two chapters and one sex scene.

11) Longfic #3 which has eclipsed all desire to work on Longfic #2, which will hopefully be my Centennial Husbands Big Bang entry.

12) Anything I want, there are no rules, I have permission to have fun and make myself feel happy.

[slightly-smarter-nat]

Sneak peek of the next Natasha Romanoff Request 👀: I really tried hard to finish this for tonight but I have a killer headache that won’t go and it is currently 1 am so I’ll finish it off tomorrow when I have full focus (the 18th)🥹

Note: this scene takes place before the party (fic request-set as a a scene in concern with an infamous Stark Party) and is a segment taken from the opening scene of the fic- enjoy:

However, only a few seconds pass before the two of you break out into laughter; never having a dull moment between the both of you.

“Well, I know one technique we haven’t tried if you’re up for it y/n?” Natasha says evenly, keeping her gaze locked on yours.

You can’t help but fidget under her gaze, long forgetting the show on the TV, but happily becoming lost within Natasha’s ethereal sea of green irises, “W-what is it?” You practically whisper, studying her face intently as you await her suggestion.

Natasha silently reaches for one of your hands, delicately brushing over your skin as she encases her hand with yours in a supportive manner.

You watch her actions in surprise, sure you’ve held hands with her before, but this time you’re convinced that the initial touch of her skin on yours was electric.

Natasha gently pulls the hand taken towards herself to place on the cushion obtained earlier, “This way, if you try to do it again, you’ll have to go through me in order to do it.” Natasha says with a tilt of her head, attempting to ignore but most likely enjoying the heated blush working its way up your neck and across your cheeks from her actions.

You attempt to stagger out a response, knowing your feelings for Natasha are ever increasing, yet part of you wants to deny them in fear that she doesn’t return your affections- in turn the current situation is proving that task difficult. Natasha isn’t exactly the most open book of all, deciphering her feelings towards others is a challenge in itself.

Having words fail you, you allow yourself to bow your head slightly and escape her curious gaze. What she’d do to have a moment to hear your thoughts on her outgoing movement- little did you know, her heart is near enough hammering out of her chest, fearful that you’d reject her motion of love in the most subtle way she can ponder without giving you an opportunity to outright decline her care.

“Y/n-“ Natasha finds it within herself to push you for an answer to silence her tormenting thoughts. That is until she hears the bellowing voices of Yelena and Kate travelling down the hallway and into the living area where the two of you are currently occupying.

Your gaze snaps towards the former Widow and Archer, loosening your hand away from Natasha’s in fear of creating a tense, yet ecstatic questioning session from Yelena at the contact-knowing Yelena is desperate to see you and Natasha become a couple. You’d hate to create a false sense of hope, not only for Yelena, but for yourself too.

[valeriestahl]

5, 18, 29

5. What’s a fic idea you’ve had that you will never write?

oh, i'm sure there are tons. there were lots of fics i started, there's very little that i won't at least attempt. if i have an idea and it keeps with me enough, chances are i'll try to write it, whether or not i actually succeed at it.

18. What’s one of your favorite lines you’ve written in a fic?

oh no, this one's impossible.

weirdly, i'm going to pick this line from one of my first reddie fics, where eddie is looking through everything richie has in his guest room.

The next shelf is jam-packed with vinyl records and cassette tapes, and then there’s a series of CDs that look dinged up around the edges. Some of the vinyl are in pristine condition, folded into perfect plastic cases. It’s mostly movie soundtracks, but they vary wildly. Richie owns some musicals - The Sound of Music stands out, looking so cracked and faded; maybe it’s the one Richie’s parents had when he was a kid, maybe fifty years old at this point. Eddie remembers that even though Richie had a CD player, he liked to use his dad’s turntable, said records just sounded better.

29. Share a bit from a fic you’ll never post OR from a scene that was cut from an already posted fic. (If you don’t have either, just share a random fic idea you have that you don’t plan on getting to.)

i try to never say never but i have a lot of wips i started months or years ago that i'll probably never finish.

here's a couple hundred words from the kratos/freya i apparently nearly wrote 2k of.

Freya was not like Faye.

Kratos bit down on his tongue and glared at Freya. Then, as decisively as he had swung up, he rappelled down the cliffside. Freya took a step back to accommodate him hitting the ground, but her gaze stayed upon him. Kratos grunted again - on purpose, this time, because there was something enticing about watching Freya roll her eyes, her assumptions about his maturity in question - and approached the Mjolnir chest, studying the cliffs around them for any signs of the puzzle. “Not like you to forget loot, eh, brother?” Mimir said from his hip. Kratos tensed, infinitesimally. He had, admittedly, forgotten that Mimir was there. Kratos did not experience humiliation - or rather, it took more than something like this to embarrass him - but he still felt his chest tighten all the same. He did not prefer the way these grown Gods observed him. Freya’s tension, her frayed nerves, only exemplified her ability to read him, and it didn’t seem that Kratos was going to have any luck getting her off his back.

and here's a bit of harry/kim fic that i couldn't get a handle on

Kim bit his lip. “The self-flagellation is one thing. I don’t want to be caught up in whatever methods you’d like to get others involved in.” He turned his head, embarrassed, suddenly, by the thought that caught on the rim on his mouth. “Talk to Jean if you want someone to punish you, I’m sure he’d be pleased.” Harry laughed, hard and loud enough that Kim startled and sat up, cursing under his breath. “Harry,” he snapped, fumbling for the lamp and flicking the switch back on, “what are you talking about?”

and finally, a post-series mirror visitor fic that went too melodramatic but that i wrote 13k of.

Face it! she shouted to herself. She forced her eyes open and sunk into the mirror further. It ate her arm, like a wild animal. She felt her entire body starting to distort as she was absorbed by it. This was it - she could feel it truly, now. She reached in with her other hand - the stumps of her fingers and her wrist disappeared into the glazed surface. She swallowed, hard. Ophelia needed to accept all that she had done, all of the ways in which she was imperfect and undeserving. But she was not, she decided, with fierce certainty, undeserving of being the one to save Thorn.

There are people that love him, and want him back, she told herself. She repeated it in her head. Those who love Thorn and those who love me. They need us both. I must come back with him. 

The mirror soaked her up like water on a sponge. She kept her eyes wide as she let the mirror eat her, and the world, miraculously, inverted as she dove inside. It was not unlike diving into a lake, except it was blazing hot inside the mirror. Her scarf wrapped protectively around her. This was dangerous, and it knew it. Her heart continued to beat hard, thudding in her chest, and then silence overcame her and she disappeared into the mirror.

[buffintruder]

I’m making up an end of year fic writing ask thing because why not, all these answers apply to the past year

Most Popular fic

what if the real steel samurai fandom was the friends we made along the way by a long shot in every single measure. I did not expect this to be so popular

Favorite fic

To Turn the World Upside Down, my ace attorney au where Phoenix’s family is ‘blessed’ by a trickster god. Honestly I think it ranks among the best things I’ve written? I’m still in the middle of posting it, but I just think I do a good job with descriptions and character interactions and character growth in this one

Most unexpected fic

This is a tie between two Kamen Rider fics:

Endless Futures Ahead because it’s a Gou/Chase fic and I started writing this (in 2021 actually but whatever) before I’d even seen a full Kamen Rider series. I knew this show was going to suck me in if I ever started watching it (and it did), but I did not think I would write 20k+ words about characters in a show I had only seen a handful of episodes about

Across the River of Stars. I read the Blade novel, sat on it for like a week, particularly the ending where Kenzaki and Hajime agree to meet one night a year (just like the cowherd and weaver of myth, i thought!), and then out of nowhere I wrote 2k words at work about them meeting once a year in modern times. I started it about exactly a month ago and posted it today, so I think this is also the fic I’ve finished the quickest this year (that or my other Blade fic, idk how long that one took to write)

Fics for next year:

The next one I will post is a toss up between:

-the as of yet unnamed sequel to my steel samurai fic. this is 50% Klavier during aa4 having the Worst Year of His Life and 50% Klavier being heart eyes over Apollo, as seen through his unofficial social media (right now about 5k long, i’ve gotten past aa4-4 and the immediate aftermath, i just need to figure out where i want this to end, go over it a couple times, and then do all the formatting)

-The Future Where All Sorrows End (title subject to change) my Kamen Rider Blade soul nemesis au where Kenzaki and Hajime know that they are fated to be each other’s undoing from the moment they meet (right now somewhere in the 50-60k range. i need to finish the last scene, decide if i want to add a post-canon scene where Kenzaki hangs out with Kotaro and Hirose, and then do a bunch of editing but a lot of that i’ll do after i start posting chapters)

The next fic I plan to start writing:

Honestly probably a Kamen Rider W fic. I’m not entirely sure where I’m going with this premise, but I’ve had the rough idea in my head for 6ish months now and watching Fuuto PI + rewatching W with my brother is giving me feels. The basic premise is that instead of Gaia memories, it’s ghosts. Akiko shows up at the PI agency one day and is like “guys your business model sucks, we’re making a ghost investigating youtube channel as well as being private investigators”. Philip is the camera man never on screen but often making snarky comments from the background. The fic alternates between Wakana’s pov who is like ‘what is up with these youtubers that keep referencing my radio show’ and Philip who is like ‘i’m weirdly obsessed with this radio host but i don’t think it’s in a romantic way’. And then they start talking like in canon but no one dies and everything ends happily :) including for Kirihiko

Tagging @arofili @gallus-rising @queerfandommiscellany @moth-time and anyone else who wants to do this, my internet is wonky so i can’t see who follows me and i don’t have a good memory. Also feel free to change the questions if you want, I came up with these just now while sleepy