#thank you all for writing these though they are DELIGHTFUL <3333

[0anonnymouslyours0]

hi I have literally never done this before but I saw your post just now and thought what the heck

could you write a small thing about spencer reid where reader and him are neighbours and they both have a little crush on each other but never get to interact because spencer is literally never there

until either reader or spencer's apartment floods and it's 3am so they just go to their neighbour and there's maybe a cute confession?

(feel free to add your own pizzazz I love your writing!!!) <3333

hihihi girl! request anytime! this also ended up being a lotttt longer then intended <3

warnings: none, its fluffy its cute, like rlly cute and a bit cliche.

spencer reid. that was your neighbours name. considering he was home very little, you'd only seen him a few times and you've never even spoken a word; it seemed silly how much time you spent thinking about him.

you'll admit, your a sucker for a tall brunette with glasses, who wore ties and vests, and perhaps looked just a little nerdy. it was sweet, spencer looked very sweet.

he also happens to be your next door neighbour. like literally, you open the door of your house every day, and are confronted with the site of his own house. he's right there. you've debated sliding a note under his door, or just knocking and suggesting coffee, but you've always backed out.

the opportunity however, presents itself in a slightly annoying way. in the afternoon, you arrive home and walk into your living room to discover the entire floor flooded. one quick check of the house, and you've determined the entire place is flooded.

"jesus christ." you mutter, dialing a plumber and the flood services in your city.

when they arrive, its determined your house will be unliveable for 2 days. 2 whole days.

the plumber, matt, stares at you. "apologies, lady, but your pipes are pretty busted. its gonna cost you too."

you groan, annoyed.

"oh, uh your neighbour, you should check with them. see if they've got any issues." he adds.

you stop, spencer. your neighbour. you have a reason to go talk to him. you leave the plumber, and his little team to get to work, and cross the street to spencers house.

knock. knock.

maybe he isnt home. you look at his driveway. his car is there. the door creaks, and opens, revealing spencer reid. the man himself. in all his messy hair, rumpled shirt, afternoon glory. he pushes his glasses up, staring at you, suprised.

"hi. sorry i'm-"

"y/n." he says, quickly, and then flushes.

"right." your suprised he knows your name, though you do know his. "look uhm, sorry to bother you.. but my house kind of flooded. like everywhere. so, uhh- i was just checking if your house is all good."

his eyes widen. "your entire house? is flooded?"

you nod, grimacing. "yeah.. i mean my stuffs fine, i just have to find somewhere to stay and its a pain." you say, folding your arms and sighing.

he looks at you for a moment, thoughtful.

"uh.. besides from the fact im a total stranger.. you could um, stay with me? i mean. i have a guest room, im usually out all day. i'll cook." he says, quickly. he looks at you, expecting a no.

your suprised at his offer, intrigued even. he seems safe, your not uncomfortable.. and it would save you from having to stay in some cheap hotel.

"really? i mean- are you sure?" you confirm, raising your eyebrows at him.

he nods energetically, smiling. "i mean, it would be easier for you."

you nod, smiling back.

"well.. uh come in?" he says, shuffling to the side awkwardly.

his house is delightful, with heavy linen curtains, and tall bookshelves. the house is mostly wood, with touches of green and navy. it fits him perfectly.

"nice place you have here." you say, smiling.

"thank you." he says, staring at you for a moment. you catch him, and he looks away quickly.

"do you, uhm want a coffee? we can sit for a bit if you'd like." he says, gesturing at the couches in his living room.

you nod. "black with sugar, please."

"oh- i have mine just the same." he grins, hurrying off the the kitchen, before returning with a cup for you. he sits opposite you, studying you for a moment.

"so.. spencer, how long have you lived here?" you ask.

"5 years. which.. i think is a year longer then you?" he smiles.

"correct. uh, where do you work?"

he pauses, thinking thoughtfully. "truthfully, i work in the fbi. behavioral analysis unit." he says, staring right at you.

you shuffle in your seat, suddenly aware that this possibly means he can read your every emotion, or thought.

"thats very.. impressive, but then again you do have an intelligent look to you."

he chuckles, "well, i have been told i dress the part."

you laugh, smiling at him.

"you know.. i noticed you a while ago." he says, looking down at his coffee and swirling it.

you raise an eyebrow, curious.

"how so?"

"well, if i may be bold, your very- uhm very pretty."

your eyes widen, taken aback. you flush, letting out a soft giggle.

"you think so?" you whisper, staring at him. he finally looks up at you, nodding.

"do you say that to all the women you invite into your home?" you tease.

"i don't often invite women into my home.. in fact, you might be a first. quite special." he smiles. your cheeks feel hotter.

"well, spencer, i noticed you a while ago too. your very cute. you might be just my type." you say, staring at him.

its his turn to blush, and he looks nervous, as he turns away from you, lips parting into a smile.

"perhaps a blessing in disguise your apartment being flooded.." he whispers, the smile evident in his voice.

"i mean," you chuckle. "there has been one good outcome.."

"mmm.. silver linings and all." he says, turning to look you right in the eye. its sweet, hes very sweet. you think your very much going to enjoy your next two days here... perhaps even extend your stay.

[mihrsuri]

20 questions for fic writers

I was tagged by @isagrimorie - thank you darling <3333.

1. How many works do you have on Ao3? 234

2. What's your total Ao3 word count? 364,199

3. What fandoms do you write for? Currently: The Tudors (TV), Shadow and Bone/Grishaverse, Tamora Pierce (largely Tortall at the moment but also Emelan), West Wing, Hunger Games (mostly in the form of a lot of Fandom AUs set in the Hunger Games) and Narnia. But I’ve written for a lot of others including Criminal Minds, Pundit RPF, Band of Brothers, Scarlet Pimpernel (1998), Spooks/MI5, The Hour, Doctor Who (Nu!Who) and Star Trek Discovery.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

Undertow (co-authored) (Criminal Minds, Rossi/Hotch) - The very short version: Dave gives Aaron a back-rub.

It’s not because of you (it’s because of me) (Ted Lasso, Jamie Tartt) - Brian Symonds was - fuck is one of the best youth talent coaches in the country it’s just he’s also been arrested and all Jamie can think is fuck (one take on Jamie’s backstory)

Five times out of many david rossi realised he was happily doomed (Criminal Minds, Rossi/Hotch) - Basically what it says on the tin. Five ways David Rossi knew that he was totally totally doomed in the best possible way in regards to the way he loved these kids

To dwell in enchantment (Criminal Minds, Rossi/Hotch) - It doesn't make the world any less messy, but it does make a balance, this family he has. David Rossi, coming home from work.

If i could go back (co-authored) (criminal minds/ncis/csi: ny, rossi/hotch) - It's the day of Derek's high school graduation, and Jason Gideon is standing at the bottom of the porch steps, trying not to hope.

5. Do you respond to comments? I do my absolute best (sometimes sadly spoons :/) but I appreciate every single one of my kind comments.

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

I think it might be Hope Deferred Maketh Something which features Jason Gideon/Toby Ziegler, an apocalypse set in a diner in New York (I actually think the larger world is hopeful but these characters specific corner of the apocalypse is Very Much Not).

Oh no wait also In Pardoning That We Are Pardoned which is a Spooks fic in which a certain episode The Thing Is Real.

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

Hi Tudors OT3 Verse. Just in general. It’s not that there’s a conflict free path but it’s very very much a happy ending.

8. Do you get hate on fics? Very little but I have, yes and I will be honest it did get to me. And I am still working through it but moderating comments has helped a lot. And it was honestly barely anything compared to what so many people have to deal with.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? Yes and also kind of no. I used to write it more and then uh, Trauma Brain. I can’t have sex because of CPTSD reasons and apparently writing sex is also triggering except sometimes the fictional people (or the fictional representations of fictional depictions of historical people) still do in fact have sex and so I write it. But it’s Weird (I think I do okay for never having had consensual sex though).

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written? I think I actually write more fusion AUs than crossovers in some ways but I have in fact written a Sherlock-L&O: UK-Thick Of It-Pundit RPF-Modern Tudors-Criminal Minds Multiverse cc @bibliothekara

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? I was going to say I have but I actually don’t know/recall for sure so I’m going to say no. I have had podfic made of my fic though which is So Cool. (I would be delighted if anyone wanted to translate though).

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? I have! Fantastic experience. Also just tossing AUs/ideas back and forth in general is So Much Fun and one thing I really loved about LJ fandom.

14. What's your all time favorite ship? I mean there’s Faramir/Eowyn my beloveds.

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? Into The Fire (The Tudors Scarlet Pimpernel AU). It’s going to get so dark and I’m not sure I actually want to go there because a bunch of people are going to die.

16. What are your writing strengths? Characters and like, description and emotion.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? Dialogue.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? I’d want to double check really carefully with someone who actually speaks the language in question (I’m currently checking about thou/thy formal versus intimate usage and that’s for English which I speak) before I did.

19. First fandom you wrote for? The first fandom I published fic for was The Bill. It was, perhaps not surprisingly angst and whump centric (before I knew what that was but) and may survive somewhere on the internet via the Wayback Machine.

20. Favorite fic you've written?

Several:

With Snow Far Below (Band of Brothers, Roe/Renee) - Renee thinks in terms of snow and chocolate

Monuments, Historical & Contemporary (Criminal Minds/Pundit RPF, ensemble) - How they could build statues and memorials and think that by paying homage after the fact, they were doing an honor.

I Am A Princess On The Way To My Throne (Skyfall 2012, Severine) -Severine. And the way it could have been (written because aspects of her story are mine and I unashamedly wanted a different ending for her)

Such A Time As This (Tudors, Anne Boleyn) - "You have come to your royal position for such a time as this" or a retelling of the story of Queen Esther with Anne Boleyn as a Mizrahi Jewish lady.

We Rise Together (TWW, CJ Cregg) - CJ was kidnapped, not Zoey.

Once I Fall In Love (It’s Forever) (Kushiels Legacy, Phedre and Delaunay) - She loved him as she did me. The realisation had come suddenly, a shock [AU mini fic for Kushiel's Dart]

Karma Is My Family (Grishaverse, Inej) - Inej smiles at her friends who are her family, warm and full of love. Smiles at her husband, who has never possessed her or owned her - has never thought of their love that way - only as two hearts shared. [Inej and her power, her kindness, her love and the way karma comes for Tante Heleen]

Rewrite The Stars (Tudors, Anne/Henry/Thomas) - In another world this is how it might have gone between the three of them. The story of how the love between three extraordinary people change the world for the better and made it the kindest. The story of a fight for a fairytale. [An expanded version of the Tudors OT3 verse fic Rewrite The Stars]

Tagging: If you want to (and if you want to do consider yourself tagged): @bessemerprocess @endoftheworldhere @unseenacademic @emilykaldwen @shes-a-voodoo-child @onekisstotakewithme @claudiajcregg @holy-ships-x-red-lips @quillington @theladyelizabeth @naurielrochnur @eidetictelekinetic @dr-dendritic-trees @boleynecklace @nocompromise-noregrets @herawell @sarking

[bsaka7]

I just read your Chalex Ship Tragedy Fic and it was incredible! I was hooked from the beginning to the end, your writing is so so good! You nailed the characterisation, I could almost hear the dialogue in my head! And the way Alex and Charles met, got to know each other, warmed up to each other so beautifully that after just a few days they were practically in love already?? And how you brought all of that across? Wow. Felt like you created a world, an atmosphere, a real vibe with your words, not just a story! And I loved all of the metaphors about the sea and the water all throughout the fic, especially since I obviously already knew what was going to happen later on, foreshadowing at its finest.. Loved the open ending too, that was very fitting. Although my heart can only deal with happy endings, so in my mind everything of course worked out for them in the end..... Just wanted to say, big big props to you!! I absolutely loved the fic and appreciate you so much for it!! <3333

Thank you!! I had a lot of fun writing that one and I had never written Chalex before. I like Charles and Alex both a lot (which is not always the case with pairings I write) which I think helped to capture that feeling of just how much they delight in each other. I was actually really, really worried about people getting to the shipwreck and being surprised so I'm glad the foreshadowing came through. I (clearly, though I'm not certain why) love water/sea imagery and scenes and dreams which is funny because I've like very rarely been to the ocean. Of course, I'm so glad the open ending worked. I will say I considered it continuing it past that many times but each one was different. I know what I think happened but I wanted to let you choose. I also thank you for all your kind words on my writing!! I think - it's so easy to get in my own head about it. To have an opinion of its quality in my own mind. So it's always very nice to hear what you think and I always appreciate it very much. Thank you so much for telling me your thoughts ❤️❤️

[toiletwipes]

Villan by the devil's law is genuinly making me ask myself a lot about the lore, and the stories that surround the main storyline

Like:

Is mumza a fae?

I bet the grandmother of the protagonist is a fae HAHAHA (or grandad, i dont want to think about the implications of mpreg in this universe)

Is fundy a fox spirit in the woods?

What does the family of Eileen think happened in the woods?

How did Garth and Eileen meet?

Is honey blessed by the woods?

Are other creatures besides the faes amd whatever there is in the dwell?

How do faes age?

How did philza craft ended up learning magic?

Are faes social creatures like us? Do they have traditions? Songs? What do they eat?

I want to study your word so hard, its trully wonderfull and it has been a delight to be able to read what you write

I LOVE ANSWERING QUESTIONS (- but no spoilers >:3 unfortunately, as best i can) gonna put my answers under the cut though, hope that's okay <33

Mumza's character is being thought about as we speak, but you know phil, he's in love with her no matter what she is

haha so the thing about the grandmother is very interesting but because i like surprises, i'm not saying hehe

Fundy's placement in this story will surprise you, I think, but not a fox spirit, could be blessed by one but not one himself

Eileen's mother had been told by Gramps that the kids were playing by the river, and they were. Eileen was forbidden by her mother to go back to the forest, and because she was injured badly, she couldn't go around to the cabin immediately. Eileen's father was not happy but he's not around anymore so its not like his opinion matters :) (now regarding the family like cousins or brothers or aunts/uncles, they were told it'd been a freak accident in the forest.)

There is more than the fae in the forest (and in the town)

Faes age weird, time is weird, they can definitely live a long time and stuff, but because wilbur's situation left him waiting for someone special, he was on the edge of his realm and it left him to age closer to reader's age. BUT time is weird so i'm probably, hm, wrong.

Philza, our favorite character, started learning about a decade ago, around his early-to-mid-twenties!

Hehe, not only are they social but they do have a rich culture, so yes, songs, traditions, all of that. Food, though, is special. If you ever get a taste of it, it will be the best thing you ever eat. It will also be the only thing you eat from now on :) if you're human that is

There's so much to know and I'm learning too as we go along in the fic! But I loved your questions and loved answering them,, thank you so much <3333

[ddejavvu]

You are literally everything. No exaggeration.

When I'm sad I literally just scroll through your posts for HOURS and it makes me feel so much better. I was feeling a little bit down yesterday and i went and read all of your hockey remus things and then that gave me motivation to finally finish the chapter!

I know one chapter isn't a whole lot, but I've been having trouble with it for the last few weeks, and since it was your account that made me feel better I thought I would share.

My book is a fantasy novel, and it's about a princess. Her name is Livinia and she's basically the epitome of a villain princess. Loves jewels, gowns and parties, but she's absolutely not into politics. Her worst nightmare comes true when she's thrust into court when her father is killed. Livinia does have an out, though, when she gets kidnapped.

Of course there's a hundred thousand other things, but that's the main main thing. I wanted to tell you about it because (in case I haven't said it enough) I literally adore you.

I hope you're doing well, daisy <333

-cm anon 🐢

sweetheart. honey. pumpkin. lovebug. you are the sweetest person. you have no idea how much that means to me!! being able to share my writing and my (admittedly, rather lackluster) companionship with all of you means the world to me, and knowing that you appreciate my presence here just as much as I do is so so so gratifying for me. I'm absolutely delighted to be able to help you the way that you're saying I do, i'm always here for you if you're feeling down or if you just want someone to talk to!!

baby, one chapter is a lot!! one chapter is the start of something, even if you haven't written the beginning of the story yet. One chapter is a promise, and I'm so proud of you for making that promise! Your story sounds fantastic, but the fanfiction reader in me has to know: is she kidnapped by a hot elf??? or by like a gross ogre??? is it a romance??? is it a damsel in distress story??? the people need to know!!!

i adore you too, lovebug, you genuinely have no idea how much this means to me, you've made me smile and i can't thank you enough for that :D <3333

[tired-beholding-bitch]

I've read your rant about jmart chemistry and now I want a fic exactly like that: they get to know each other and fall in love without having to deal with the entities. Do you have any recommendations?

hello! I do have some recs ✨

just a little note: there's so many AUs out there of all different kinds and I'm not sure if you were looking for anything specific so I'm going to mix a couple things in that I feel focus on the falling-in-love part. but yeah, there are a lot of fics that qualify as "falling in love without dealing with the entities" that might be more or less complex, they’re lovely and hopefully one day I'll manage to make some more comprehensive recs. these are only the ones I think might fit best with that idea in mind but rest assured there’s more 💙

| One Step Behind (by acrisisofbeholding, Wildshadows) - ~4k, this is just. adorable. I read it one morning and it made me smile every time I thought about it for the whole day. perfect little hit of sweetness, very lighthearted, and also the whole concept is Very Them, 10/10

| in the rough draft he loved you (by cryptidkidprem) - ~12k, set somewhere else, they meet because Jon works at a bookshop and he's a nerd about books which. accurate. they do get back their memories eventually but this is incredibly sweet and totally worth reading! also that title makes me want to rip all my hair out it makes me feel things

| Blackwood Blends AU (series) (by bluejayblueskies) - ~7k total, GOD the love I have for this series is. unreal. just-- it’s perfect, it’s lovely, there’s a wonderfully delicate discussion of Jon’s asexuality as well and. I would die for this series thank you for coming to my Ted Talk

| stranger, stranger (by blueskiddoo) - ~36k, online dating au in which they don’t know they’re talking to each other, if you haven’t read it yet, go. it’s a must-read it’s. so lovely and funny and tender, and it does the whole oh-looks-like-once-we-use-our-words-we-do-like-each-other SO well. fun fact this is the first ever tma fic I read and I keep it so close to my heart, it’s my beloved, I’m going to go re-read it now

| Who gives a fuck about an Oxford comma? (by ChristinMKay) - ~11k, professor au and fake dating what more could you ask, I feel like I haven’t screamed about this fic enough on here or, at least, not as much as I have screamed about it in my daily life. I think about it weekly. I am in love with it and it also explores really well how it was literally never about not liking each other as people and all about shit communication, which makes for lovely romance once it gets fixed. and in excellent writing as well

| Christmas on Hollyberry Lane (by CirrusGrey) -  ~18k, I will never not recommend this fic, it’s the cutest! Hallmark Christmas movie-adjacent, it has small town charm and journalist!Jon and it’s just beautifully written and adorable, perfect for when you’re feeling a little down!

| a consideration of tropes (by gruhukens) - ~41k, this fic for the love of god go read it. it’s so precious, so well-written, what is there not to love about something that has “how many tropes i can fit into this” as a premise. it’s absolutely lovely and it makes for a very soft, comforting read!

that’s all I have for now without getting too specific, but I hope it’s kind of what you were looking for! 🌺

[cognitosclowns]

everyone at Cognito is a walking anxiety disorder and I wanna fuck the stress outta them. Any headcanons about helping, Brett, Gigi and Robotus unwind after a tough day?

THIS IS THE MOST EVERYTHING EVER <3333 also I'm adding JR in because. Love of my life, he is so stressed all the time and I have too many thoughts about him

NSFW BELOW <3

BITING GNASHING TEETH FKGRKGKRG

Brett

okay he's,, and interesting case bc <33 like he will NOT admit to being stressed most of the time

He's getting better but it's still extremely hard for him to,, yknow,, ask for stuff. Or admit when things aren't going too good

THANKFULLY HE IS EXTREMELY BAD AT HIDING HIS EMOTIONS.

He just completely Compresses when he's stressed. Balled up fists, his posture starts hunching a bit - you'll find him sitting on the couch, knees to his chest as he makes The Face and,, worries himself into a coma.

HE CHASES YOUR KISSES <33 like you'll come in for this,, soft kiss to ease him into it and when you pull away he's LEANING forwards to get more.

TBH?? rail him

RAIL HIM. DO IT DO IT. Fuck those remaining worried brain cells right out of this man's body.

HES GONNA,, try to rock against you bc he feels a bit bad about,, just laying there. <33 give him some soothing kisses and words of comfort.

DW ONCE YOU SET A RHYTHM,,, HES JUST GONNA MELT INTO YOUR MOVEMENTS BUT. LISTEN HE HAS TROUBLE LETTING HIMSELF ENJOY THINGS

<33 if you start giving him a bunch of praise?? or like,, adoringly humming about how well he's doing?? <33 OH ITS JUST,, these fantastically dazed, loose nods <3

HE CUMS WITH THIS <33 giant, shuddery sob while he clings to your back <33 he's gasping 'thank you' before he even hits his peak, its a delight <33

OH HES SO GOOEY DURING THE AFTERCARE I HAVE NO OTHER WORD TO DESCRIBE IT. This big dopey grin, some tears left on his lashes while he cuddles close and sweetly mumbles about how much he loves you <33 ougogughe <33

Gigi

It's,, very hard for most people to tell when she's stressed - she's overall seen as unshakeable by most

YOU KNOW BETTER THOUGH

It's all in her handwriting - you casually glance over her shoulder while she's at her desk and you see these, messy little scribbles, wobbling all over the page

Gigi is precise with writing - she worked in journalism for years. No matter how pressed for time, she makes sure her writing is at least legible to herself.

The only time it's messy is when her brain is starting to cook in her skull from stress smdnsdm, when she's getting burntout, her writing is the last to go,

Just <33 sneak under her desk. Be direct - you know she knows what you're doing, because her writing pauses just a moment and she uncrosses her legs.

take your time <33 she's used to Rushed Quickies in broomclosets and the like, just bc her schedule is so packed. Slow, purposeful, tender motions make her melt <333

OFC SHE'S GONNA MAKE A GAME OF IT <333 she keeps writing, just to taunt you <3 see how long it'll take for her to give up on working and start focusing on your fun <3

AND YKNOW WHAT?? she lasts,, a solid 10 mins <33 you slip your fingers inside with this,, tight little curling motion and you can hear the pen slip out of her fingers and clatter on the desk <33

YOU HIT YOUR HEAD ON THE UNDERSIDE OF HER DESK WHEN SHE CUMS BUT LIKE <333 its worth it - when you look up she's all slumped and shivery in her seat with this <33 lovely, tired smile <33

SHES GONNA YANK YOU UP FOR KISSES TOO <33 DONT DOUBT IT. You two are absolutely gonna continue this,, more intimately later, but for now she just wants you close <333

JR

When isn't this man stressed msndmsd its practically his natural habitat

NO BUT THERES,, definitely some key signifiers that he's doing A Little Extra Bit Not Good At All

Mostly he's,, jumpy. looking-over-his-shoulder jumpy. It doesn't happen often, but it does happen, esp after moments of getting in hot water with the Shadow Council.

The slightest touch,, or word of kindness and he is going to melt into your hands.

Genuinely just <33 OH this horribly tired, appreciative sigh when you just,, randomly straddle him at his desk and start undoing his tie <33

ITS LIKE A PUPPET GETTING ITS STRINGS CUT HE'S JUST MUSH <33

the best option is to ride him <3 super intimate, you can guide everything so he doesn't gotta think, PLUS you get to see all those lovely dazed expressions when you do smth Particularly Nice

the only time he really starts, thrusting is when he's close - it's this panicked little rut, like he thinks you're not gonna let him have it <33

He doesn't really have the brainpower left to beg so it's just,, this kinda,, keening noise?? All strangled out while his head bobbles around - he'll probably cum once or twice back to back just bc,, of how wound up he's been

AAAA <333 these lovely messy kisses after. Tired JR Scheimpough who is just,, LETTING himself be tired is the rarest sight and it is truly heaven. All loose limbs, these big exhausted sighs while he nods in and out of sleep.

Alpha-Beta

OH when he's stressed he is sulking.

For some reason,, the man in the mason jar is not very calm about his situation - he has a bad habit of checking and re-checking and re-re-checking different plans, scrutinizing them until he finds them Completely Unsalvageable and scraps them.

Too much brain, very not good

It'll take a bit to coax him away from his work in general - he insists he 'doesn't need to sleep', that he needs to get these details worked out, etc.

(which side note is BULLSHIT HES GOT A DIAGNOSTIC CYCLE, DONT LET HIM CONVINCE YOU OTHERWISE THIS MOTHERFUCKER NEEDS HIS 8 HOURS TOO)

START WITH,, little touches and escalate from there. Running your hands along his shoulders and back, nuzzling your lips against his ear, bringing a gentle hand up to fix his hair - you'll start to see that,,, tension,,,, wind up.

It's this delightfully slow, persistent tightening of his jaw and hands,, his writing getting a little bit more aggressive <33 OUGOGUOUGHGE

SMNDSMD HE'S ALREADY,,, NOT THE MOST PATIENT MAN. ADD TEASING + STRESS W/ THAT = YOURE GONNA GET PINNED BABEY SMNDSMD

Like full on 'legs-over-his-shoulders-im-pretty-sure-i-just-heard-the-table-crack' flavor of stress relief. You'll be treated to the most satiated, savoring noises in the known universe <33 the kind right at the back of his throat that just,, reverberates through your bones. <3333

IF YOU EVER WANT YOUR INSIDES REWORKED, GETTING HIM TO RAIL YOU WHEN HE'S STRESSED IT ABSOLUTELY THE KEY <33 he always seems to be able to find that perfect spot inside you that just,, makes your brain start leaking outta your ears, it's a delight.

when he cums, he's shaking so hard you think he might just smnds fucking Hard Reset but SURPRISINGLY NO,, JUST SOME HEAVY GLITCHING

OH AND AFTERWARDS HE JUST <333 it's like night and day honestly. This coy, calm little smirk as he takes you in during the afterglow - a murmur here and there in that,, teasing way of his <3333

TYSM FOR THE LOVELY ASK MWA MWA

[ihatebnha]

Cowardly anon here, and you are right. It probably would be a great idea to start a writing blog and just get some of these ideas out on my own. I love the input I get from my fave writers, but I need to keep in mind that they’re busy. Or sometimes they’re just not in the right headspace to respond to stuff.

Like I said, I know all of this, that I shouldn’t take any of it personally…I really think my anxiety was just acting up again. 100% a me problem; I need to chill the hell out.

Just please do not feel guilty about anything I said, I really don’t want that. I really appreciate that you were willing to listen to me and give a thoughtful response, more than I could fully articulate to you. It means a lot.

I think you’re a wonderful human being; you’re always such a delight. I love following your blog. And I know how stressful it must be to want to respond to people and you can’t. I need to be more conscious of that.

We love and adore you regardless, you understand? If you ever worry you’re disappointing us, please don’t. You have lots of dorks out here on the interwebs who think you’re just the bee’s fuckin’ knees. We’re grateful for all of the interaction that we have with you.

sdjlkfaldsf I'm not sure what to say, you're so sweet!!! I absolutely promise that you don't need to comfort me because I want to be the one who comforts you... it's honestly so incredibly kind of you to take the time to say all those things when you're the one who's hurting🥺

If anything, I just want to remind you that I think it's incredibly fair of to be upset. Obviously, don't let your anxiety take over completely... but you shouldn't beat yourself up for feeling bad about these things. Even with the recognition that it's unreasonable to expect responses all the time... it's only natural that you want to express yourself, and no matter how much authors aren't required to respond to people... you're also allowed to be sad!!!

We could have a long conversation that I don't feel like starting right now about my thoughts on the obligations of those who run blogs LOL. It's partially why I'm so strict with myself and then get burnout...

BUT... regardless. All you should be focused on is taking care of yourself and thinking about making a space for your thoughts!

Besides (and only if it helps to convince you), your favorite authors will probably learn how to interact with you and give you input there, as well! Just because they don't get recognized through the ask system doesn't mean they don't have value. I know for certain that I'd be happy to follow you and give you a shout out, at least!!! <3333

And seriously though, just... thank you for the kind words. I appreciate it more than anything, and I really just hope you know how much I want to send that loving energy right back to you, too.

I realize this probably isn't the most helpful... but don't forget that even if it can't be found here... there is love and creativity in your heart that you deserve the credit for... and I really believe that you'll find ways to express that soon.

[luninosity]

2020 fanfic round-up post!

My general sense, before I start actually finding fics etc, is that I wrote about the same or more words overall in 2020, versus 2019...possibly more fanfic, but more original, too...possibly less Stucky (again) and more Evanstan? It’s also been a wonderfully collaborative year, both pro and fanfic! I love collaboration, and this year I got to play with brilliant friends both old and new!

And, surprisingly, probably I wrote slightly more Cherik - and I finished off TWO series I've had unfinished for *years*, one Cherik (the ‘compromise’ stories) and one Evanstan (Like Sugar, finally, completely, at last) - so I feel accomplished! (Not 'rain on tin,' though. Dammit.)

And I wrote for one fandom (Leverage) I'd never written for before! And of course there's the whole glorious massive epic that's Character Bleed, published in 2020, though I've been working on that for a while!

I’ll make a separate post for original fic, though. So...on to...

The Fanfic! Stucky Whumptober 2020 - Stucky Edition, M overall (individual chapters vary), 11,473 words. The collection of individual (some linked) shorts from the Whumptober  challenge! This was fun, if tiring - I wrote more fanfic in one month than I had in ages! Lots of hurt/comfort, near-death experiences, etc.... Evanstan Evanstan Round Robin 2020, E,12,497 words overall, but my chapter's 1,313 words. The annual holiday collaborative masterpiece! So full of wonderful emotion and pining this year - such a delight sharing this love and creation and fandom with everyone! would anybody recognize, M (mostly for implied dynamics/Sebastian's fantasies), 3,329 words. The meet-cute at an obscure art-house movie AU! my best, to keep you satisfied, E, 8,058 words. Co-authored with the marvelous @thebestpersonherelovesbucky! Delightful collaborative established-relationship porn-with-emotions fun, in which Sebastian's earned Chris's undivided attention. Sea(son) the Moment, E, 4,606 words. Co-authored with the splendid  @musette22 & @paper-storm ! Quarantine coping mechanisms, otherwise known as: that fic in which Sebastian watches Chris's internet cooking videos, and falls in love. Color In The Picture, E, 6,033 words. Unrepentant fluffy loving kink, with soft helpless Seb role-play kink. Lift You Up Over Everything, E, 11,410 words. The semi-sequel to the above - can stand alone, but it's what happens next - and my 300th work (currently) on AO3! Also probably among the kinkiest fics I've written, what with the sounding and watersports and all. Extra Sugar  - My Evanstan epic fic-baby! I added chapter 32 - the final chapter! in 2020,  which brings the total to 112,579 words - which means, doing some math,  that's + 5,046 words! One of my 2020 goals was to finish off this series, completely, entirely - and I have, and we're done. I'm still so amazed by this whole universe that I somehow made, and by the fandom response to it. *hugs you all* A Place Not Far Away, E, 38,160 words. My Evanstan autumn fluff (and porn!) fic! I'm so thrilled people love this one; it was one of those stories that just wanted to be written, and kept flowing, scene after scene. Whumptober 2020 - Evanstan Edition, E overall (individual chapters vary), 16,050 words. The collection of individual (some linked) shorts from the Whumptober challenge! More hurt/comfort, near-death experiences, etc.... Cherik Whumptober 2020 - Cherik Edition, M, 1,415 words. Just a little sick!Charles hurt/comfort fic - ah, the memories, so much like one of my very first-ever fanfics! And Heaven Only Knows, E, 6.653 words. Finishing off the compromise series, which has been in progress since 2013! I'm so proud of just...well...finishing it. And I like it - it's an XMFC fix-it, of course, because the series is, with Dom/sub dynamics and fun with powers, and maybe my writing style's shifted a little over the years, but that's okay - it's a good ending, full of hope. Leverage Whumptober 2020 - Leverage Edition, T,  2,163 words. I'd never written Leverage fic before, but I do love the show and this trio, and a friend asked, so I tried! I really like how it came out - I love the dynamic here.

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I think that’s a pretty good year in fanfic - didn’t get to ‘rain on tin’ (grrrr...priority in 2021! I swear! but you can’t force it...) but I did finish 2 out of 3 big things, some of which have been in progress much longer! And I tried writing some new characters, and writing with some new friends - and some old ones, of course! <3

I’ll make an original fic post later, too, but mostly I wanted to say thank you to all of you - you’re why I love fandom, the sense of community and shared love and creativity and passion and generosity and mutual joy. Thanks for sharing it all. <3333

[vivifrage]

You are the specialist and the novelist!! Your specialty is writing deeply heart-wrenching family stories that manage to capture all the wonderful nuance of really not wanting to be related to someone while also yearning for some sort of confirmation of affections at the same time (looking at you Broken Open). You've also got a lot of really killer ideas that make for some really awesome stories that are a delight to read, and explore aspects of society that's really fun to ponder on. Also you're a specialist with PK and babby Hornet which is a DELIGHT bc I'm a sucker for lil squeaky kittenlike apex predator babies and also shit dads having panic attacks over said squeaky babies so everytime you post or write more shit with them I go >:3333

Look,,, i see squeaky lil babies, i cry. I see cuddles, i cry. I see people crying, i cry. I see social structures and institutions, i grab my sociology books and cackle while setting it all ablaze

(Thank you very much though that's very heartwarming)

[redyarns]

Hello again!, so i often listen to music while reading because it sets the ~mood~ and i wondered if you do the same while writing? Or what songs remind you of tanzen? I hope it's not a weird question, like always, loved your work and i hope you're having a lovely day/night (◍•ᴗ•◍)✧*。

hi there!!! youre always such a delight to see <33 and thank you for your question!

i actually need silence when i need to write - i can get very distracted and i love music so often times if i have music playing i tend to sing along. but i love to play music while im outlining; outlining doesnt require nearly as much concentration since i focus more on plot rather than actual detail and grammar and things, so its a great way to put myself in the proper mood like you said! 

i recently put a small playlist together so ill list some songs for you! 

- four seasons from inuyasha, sung by lizz robinett 

- summertime (maggie nyan) 

- my r 

- the spirited away and howls moving castle ost, strong souharu vibes from spirited away especially

- unravel (acoustic version by lizz robinett) 

- joy by red velvet 

these are just a few though! all of these songs remind me of zentan (regardless of what au theyre in, souharu, canon zentan, or shionozo) in some way or another and theyre great to listen to while im outlining <3333

[gempassionatearchived]

                                              MASSIVE   SHOUT    OUT   POST   <3333

@briilliance​ -   ily alex so freaking much. you’re always there for me. & you’re always there to protect me from these hate messages. you are so wonderful & amazing. i also high key love your connie so much. <3

@wrstgm​ - we haven’t written together yet, but i really want to, & i’ll get around to it very soon, i promise. as i said your amethyst is one of my favs, very well developed & just a delight to see on my dash, i’m so glad i found your blog. because we are high key going to be great friends. ^^

@petalsxfallen​ - ally ilysm2 & ALL of your muses/blogs. we may not talk very often, but i’m very proud to call you a friend of mine. <3333

@proudaim​ - ivy wtf where do i begin with you? you’re fucking amazing & we literally just met a few days ago. & we are already friends??? how did this happen so fast??? but i high key love you very much non-the-less.

@coronabane​ - zk you too, where do i begin with you? ily!!! your varian is amazing & i love him. we haven’t had much interaction yet, but we will very soon, i’m sure of it. you are brave, & i only wish to learn from you. <3333

@siximpossiblethoughts​ - max! max! max! ily too! you are bold & daring & over all just a very nice person in general. we may have just met, but we are amazing friends for sure.

@scarypinks​ - winter! everyone should all hail winter. they’re amazing in everything they do. very happy we are friends for sure.

@playfuljester​ - high key my favorite spinel. kitten you are valued & loved, okay. i love your blogs, & i’ll follow every single blog you make/have til the day i die.

@bluebirdsmuses​ - i don’t know you very well, but you are always in my notes every single day & have been there for me sometimes too. & you derseve to be mentioned in this post.

@ownarmy​ - cupcake! i see your jasper on my dash almost every evening i love it. i’d love to write with you very soon too. & the way you were so nice to stand up for me in the replies to that anon even though we’ve never talked before, makes me so happy. :)))))

@zelenyy-hub​ - zelenyy!!! how could i ever forget you??? your amethyst is amazing & well even your oc too. i couldn’t imagine not having met you just a few short months ago & i’m glad we talked because you’re high key amazing at everything you do. & everyone needs to follow you.

@fxrgottengem​ - we haven’t interacted yet either, but i see you on my dash & it makes me smile so hard. & you deserve a shout out for it. & thank you for standing up for me too during the anon hate. 

@rosegem​ - matt i just want you to know ily so fucking much, okay. i cry. you make me so happy & seeing you on my dash or hearing from you general just brightens my day. best friends for sure. & i know you are going through a lot right now too, & i just want you to know, i’m here for you no matter what. <333333

@astherea - I almost forgot about you. ILYSM!!! I'll scream it out loud too. But high key we are great friends. & you are overly amazing & awesome & I mean it in the most nicest way possible. Thank you for being my friend, Rachel. <33333

[mihrsuri]

Tagged by @holy-ships-x-red-lips <3333 - thank you kindly.

1. How many works do you have on AO3?: I have :gulp: 232. Bear in mind this is over a number of many years though - I had some on my ff.net account that I deleted and some on AO3 I deleted and also some that just live on LJ/DW or on tumblr (trying to get the ones on tumblr posted to AO3 even if they are just tiny little things)

3. What fandoms do you write for? Tudors, TWW (had a resurgence!), Grishaverse, Hunger Games (also had a resurgence), Tortall/Emelan. But I’m a multifandom person - I have written for Band of Brothers, Doctor Who, Narnia (mostly little bits and pieces - I wrote a Narnia/West Wing fic once), Harry Potter, Law and Order UK, Spooks, A Little Princess…a lot of things. Also one (one) Rings of Power fic.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Undertow [Criminal Minds] - cowritten <3.

It’s Not Because Of You (It’s Because Of Me) [Ted Lasso]

Five Times Out Of Many David Rossi Realised He Was Happily Doomed [Criminal Minds]

To Dwell In Enchantment [Criminal Minds]

If I Could Go Back [Criminal Minds] - cowritten <3

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? I do my absolute best - I love and treasure all the comments I get (the kind ones) but sometimes my brain/spoons do not allow it but I am working on! And I absolutely treasure all of them.

6. What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Hope Deferred Maketh Something [Criminal Minds | West Wing apocalypse fic starring Jason Gideon and Toby Ziegler] - it’s actually not without hope, though not for the character in question. I really don’t write things without any hope - or at least it’s very ‘the fall matters’ about it.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? The entirety of the Tudors OT3 verse is just me going ‘what if alt history was actually ‘we end up with the kindest possible world partly because of the butterfly effect of bi poly secret marriage’ and I refuse to apologise for it.

8. Do you get hate on fics? I got one that made me want to stop writing/stop living once tbh. Which is partly why I’ve done the comment moderation/have anon asks turned off - because I know that if someone sends me hate it will, bluntly get to me. But I really don’t get much at all.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? I did and now I don’t but also I do. For trauma brain reasons all kink is for me, profoundly triggering which is not a kink related judgement at all (consensual kink is awesome) just a Trauma Bullshit Poison thing. And also so is sex. But uh, I do write it because Tiny Fictional People (or Fictional Versions Of Historical People) in my brain give me the story. Also last year I wrote knife kink and it was weirdly healing despite it remaining one of my biggest triggers (I think sometimes that writing people finding joy in a thing has helped a lot with realising how wrong what happened to me was even if it’s still triggering? If that makes any sense?)

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? I write many many crossovers. I will do it again. I will write crossovers with crossovers. I will write AU crossovers. I think maybe the craziest one was, no wait that was an AU. I think it was probably the Sherlock/Pundits me and @bibliothekara threw back and forth. Although the Thick Of It/LOUK is pretty cool tbh. Oh and @maevedarlings and I throw crossovers back and forth like ‘listen Band of Brothers and Wonder Woman though’

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not that I know of.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? From memory I would say no.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? Yes and it was delightful (I co-wrote with friends a bunch and had the best time and we do still throw shared universes back and forth).

14. What’s your all-time favourite ship? Oh gosh so many. But my ultimate OTPs are like: Beren/Luthien and Eowyn/Faramir. Heartships.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will? Maybe one day I will finish (by which I mean significantly rework and rewrite) Into The Fire. Maybe.

16. What are your writing strengths? AUs. I am very good at AUs I think - world building them, coming up with them.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? DIALOGUE. UGH.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic? One day I will become proficient enough in Hebrew to do this I swear (I’d want to know the meaning of what I was writing before I did - mostly now I’m like ‘I’m going to have them say ‘murmured an endearment in [language] which is helpful because I am currently writing three language nerds who know at least three languages each)

19. First fandom you wrote for? Online it was The Bill. Offline I did in fact write Arthurian OT3 fix it fic and also The X-Files. And The Scarlet Pimpernel. I made up a lot of stories about those.

20. Favourite fic you’ve ever written? Such A Time As This (aka the Jewish Anne Boleyn Esther Retelling) - it is so personal to me as a Biracial Mizrahi Jewish Woman (specifically a Persian Jewish woman) and I am genuinely proud of myself for getting over my ‘am I X enough though’ to post it.

I tag (if you want to): @lorata @theladyelizabeth @boleynecklace @shes-a-voodoo-child @jackironsides @ruffboijuliaburnsides @gen-is-gone

[lenle-g]

could you write something cute between Alan and Scott?

Ask Meme: I wish you would write a fic where… 

a rambling on brothers and space and rock climbing

It’s funny, Scott reminiscesas he braces his legs and reaches his left arm up toward a good looking handhold, he doesn’t get to hang out with Alan very often and this is actually…this is really nice. The kid keeps himself occupied 90% of the time -playing video games, tuning that guitar of his or plotting something deviouswith Gordon - and Scott’s always got something he’s busy with too. Missions ormaintenance or paperwork. It takes a lot of time and effort and money to keepan organisation like International Rescue going and, out of all of hisbrothers, Scott sometimes finds it hard to connect with the youngest of them.They’re so many years apart and Alan can be, well, such a brat sometimes…

“Geez Scott!” Alan isgrinning down at him from over the lip of the ridge, backlit by a night skyawash with golden stars. He’s evidently finished attaching his ropes for thenext segment of the climb and is peering down the length of Scott’s top rope tocheck his brother’s progress. “Hey! Think you’ll be up here before you’reseventy?”

Way to prove a point kid.

The stars give hislittle brother a glowing halo of light and Scott scowls; not just because histhighs and shoulders and burning but because he kind of hates how perfect itis.

How well Alan suitsthe stars and the stars suit him.

Scott is terrified ofspace, if he’s honest. He’s a damn good pilot and John and their Father havetrained him extensively to operate up there but… there’s something about thatvast, empty, airless void of death that can’t help but unsettle him.John would scold him for calling space empty, and yes, in theory, it’sanything but, but when Scott looks at those stars he doesn’t see what John andAlan do.

He just sees amillion different ways his little brothers could die.

“Oi! Have you fallenasleep down there? Sheesh!” Scott pulls a face at the little blond monkeyswinging about above him and he heaves his bodyweight up toward another handhold with gritted teeth.

“You didn’t exactlypick an easy trail.” He huffs, wishing he’d at least brought one of theInternational Rescue grapple lines with him even if it would becheating. “Who thinks ah yes I’ll pick the route where we’ll have to climbhalf a damn mountain to reach the top.”

Alan Tracy that’swho. Alan Tracy, champion rock scrambler, who’s currently sitting back in hisharness and laughing his socks off at him.

“There’s a perfectlygood path up to the satellite relay you know.” Scott points out. He’s in no wayout of shape but this is hardly his preferred kind of exercise. Why couldn’tthey have just gone for a jog on the beach?

“Where’s the fun inthat?” Little brother crouches down and extends a hand over the edge ready forScott to grab. It’s mostly Scott’s legs that boost him up that final bit but hecan’t deny the reassurance that those small fingers secured around his wristprovide. Finally up on the ledge of rock with his brother Scott finds himselflaughing.

“Sheesh.” He wipessweat from his eyes and slaps Alan on the back with it, finding an adrenalinefulled grin has made its way onto his face. His heart is buzzing, the airtastes unlimited. “Come out for a climb with me Scott.” He mimics theirconversation earlier that evening, teasing. “It’ll be fun Scott.”

“It is fun,Scott.” The poke of a tongue between teeth lets big brother know that Alan, therascal, is thriving off his misery.

“It’s dumb.”Scott shoots back, only this time it provokes a pout and full baby brothermode gets activated as those big puppy dog blues come into their own, fullforce.

“Well… You’re welcometo climb down on your own…” Alan’s face has dropped and his eyes looksuspiciously shiny, he pauses just long enough for effect and sniffs. “I don’tmind…” He very clearly, very obviously does mind, or, in the least, heknows how to play being the baby of the family to his advantage and that itworks especially well on his dear, humanitarian oldest brother.

Curses.

“Nngh, ok fine, it’snot dumb.” Scott concedes, “I’m having fun.” He raises his hands defensivelywhen Alan shoots him a sceptical look. “I am, I promise.”

Alan just laughs atthat, brightening like a switch has been flipped. Damn, definitely gotplayed. It’s worth it for the hundred megawatt smile Alan shoots his waythough.

“Ready for the nextbit then?” He asks and Scott looks up at the five feet of rocky wall thatextends into the sky above them with a sigh. He stretches out the tiringmuscles of his shoulders behind his head and moves onto unlooping his top ropeand beginning to secure it to the hoist for the next section of the climb.“Want some chalk?” Alan asks beside him, smug and set to go. “You’re lookingsweaty.”

“Please.” Scott nodsand waits, his callused hands outstretched as Alan pulls a handful of thepowder out of the little bag at his hip and dumps it into his palms. Scott rubsthem vigorously together to try and absorb some of the moisture and the knotshe’s putting in his line become much easier to tie. “Thanks.”

“Ha, no problemo bigbro.” Alan’s impatiently started testing the next series of hand holds like hehasn’t climbed this section so many times before that he’s not got fivedifferent good routes already in his head. “Mmm, I wonder if I could dino thatbit up to the overhang.”

Finished with hisropes Scott squints upward at the way the rock juts out above them, severalfeet up.

“With no hands?”Scott’s nose crinkles at the lingo, kids these days with their… complicatedclimbing terminology. “That seems pretty impossible.”

“Dinoing is no footholdsyou goof.” Scott gets a cheerful slap against his shoulder, “Look,” Alantucks his elbows in to his sides and grabs hold of a couple of convenient handholds. His upper body strength alone hoists him off the floor and suspends himthere. It's… actually pretty impressive. Damn kid. “You make tiny t-rex arms!”Alan wiggles his elbows to demonstrate and then there’s a flex of the musclesin his little brother’s back and the kid swings one hand free to grabs foranother hand hold. “Raar!” He crows, delighted with himself as he goes sailingup the rockface one bound at a time. “Eat my dino dust Grandpa!”

Scott, grounded belowhim, laughs and shakes his head. His fingers seek out a good hand hold to starton and once he’s got a rhythm going he realises Alan’s already up to theoverhang, sitting on the edge of it with his legs dangling over the edge,watching his brother.

“Dino it!” Alan yellsdown at him and, never one who wants to disappoint a little brother, Scottthrows himself into a valiant, legless attempt. Alan doubles over laughing aminute later as the belaying rope has to catch his big brother’s weight asScott completely misses his handholds and tumbles off the surface of the rock.“Incredible! What a flop!”

“Yeah yeah,” Scottgripes, tugging at the harness that’s gone tight around his thighs and tryingto stop the rope he’s dangling from from spinning in rapid circles so that hecan latch back onto the wall of rock. “I’ve not got the technique down yet,that’s all… And anyway! You weigh less than me!” He complains, finallystopping his rotation. “You’ve got hardly anything to lift with those weedyarms of yours to start with.”

Alan blows araspberry at him from half way up.

“Aww come on Scotty!”He cheers his brother on, “You can do it! I know you can!”

…

“Oh my gooood.” Scott collapses on his backnext to his baby brother in the moonlight shadow of the satellite relay. “Thatwas insane.”

“I know right.” Alanlaughs, and the kid stretches one hand up towards the star studded sky abovethem as if his fingers could actually brush the tiny lights. His hand forms adark silhouette against the bright sky and he watches as the little speck herecognises as Thunderbird Five passes slowly though the gap between hisfingers. “Huh… Do you think Johnny’s watching us from up there?”

“Oh undoubtedly.”Scott scoffs, the toe of his trainer flopping sideways to kick the metalsupport strut of the relay tower. “Spacecase is watching everything. Hey thereJohn.” He waves up at the big shiny dish as if it’s a holorecorder and Alansnorts at him.

“You know thatdoesn’t work like that, right?” He points out, amused, but then there’s a longsigh from little brother and the hand that was reaching for the stars flops tohis side. Scott turns his head and frowns at him.

“You tired?” He asks,concern seeping in. “We’re gonna take the path back down, no chance I’mtackling those rocks again today.”

“I’m going to get youto love rock climbing sooner or later.” A ghost of a smile passes overAlan’s face. “But I… yeah I guess I must be tired. I was just thinking…” Hetrails off.

“Thinking?” Scottprompts, rolling on his side so that he can better study his sibling’sexpression. Something about the flecks of stars reflecting in those baby bluesstrikes him, for once, as a little unsettling. “About what buddy? You ok?”

“Yeah.” Alan nods.“It’s just… space.” He says, like that in itself explains everything. “It’s so…big, you know?”

Scott’s eyebrowsraise nearly to his hairline.

“But you lovespace.” He points out, confused. He understands perfectly, of course, what it’slike to fear the void above but never had he expect that fear from Alan Tracy.

“Yeah.” Alan nodsagain, the motion getting repetitive, “But… I’m not John, you know. I can’t…” He gestures vaguely at the sky above themwith a limp arm. “I can’t just be so unaffected like he is. So completelyabsorbed in… John’s… John’s made forspace. I’m just borrowing it and it…it all scares me sometimes, you know?”

“You?” Scott blinks,surprised, “Alan Tracy, youngest space operations pilot in history is scaredof…?”

“Nevermind.” Alansnaps, cutting across him, rocketing into a sitting position and curling hisknees in to his chest until he’s squished into a little ball. His knuckles arewhite. “I knew you wouldn’tunderstand. Just… forget it.”

“No no no.” Scott’sup on his knees, shuffling over to his brother, hands outstretched. “Sorry, sorryI… I was just surprised, that’s all. You and John are always so space this,EVA that, I didn’t… I didn’t know you, uh, felt that way, is all Sprout.”

Alan’s little balluncurls a little, the fight going out of him. He raises worried blue eyes tolevel with his brother.

“I… don’t wanna diein space.” He whispers and something twists viciously in Scott’s chest.

“God Allie…”He breathes, dizzied like something has just struck him hard across thesternum. “I… You’re not going to die in space. Ok? Absolutely not. You’ve gotme and John looking out for you up there, right? There’s no way we’d let anything like that happen to you.”

“What if it happenedto all of us? What if we get trapped? What if… what if something like Eoshappens again?” He’s trembling, “John was so close to being out of oxygen and Iget nightmares about how limp he was and that moment as I pulled off his helmetand there was nothing and…”

“Alan. Alan stop.”Scott’s hands land on his brother’s shoulders, making the kid look at himproperly. “I… I understand. Ok? I know how you feel because I feel it too,every damn time we head up there. It’s a miracle of science and engineering andit’s absolutely insane that we’re leaving the planet. So often Ican’t believe it’s really happening. Space is so massive and so full of thingsthat could go wrong and… and you’renot alone in feeling… scared.” He admits, reluctantly. One good look at Alan,wide eyed and worried, cements the fact the kid needs to hear this though. “Butthat’s the thing isn’t it.” Scott’s fingers rub warm circles into his babybrother’s shoulders, “You’re not alone, ok?” He promises, “You never will be.You’ll always have one of us riding along as point, and John is always just aComm call away, and we would never leave you in space alone.”

Alan makes a small,unhappy noise and plops his head against his brother’s shoulder.

“Despite what you maythink,” Scott brings one hand up to comb his fingers comfortingly through thekids soft, blond hair, “It’s not just the person we’re there to rescue whoseour priority. It’s you.”

He feels Alan nod against hisshoulder.

“Thanks Scotty.” He says, verysoftly, “I… I’m glad I’m not alone.”

“You Alan Tracy, have four older siblings whowould do anything you for.” Scott curls him close, pressing a kiss to theirbaby brother’s temple. “You are never alone.”

[levyfiles]

First things first, I was going to wait until I hit 3333 before I screenshotted but I haven’t slept yet and another work day looms over my shoulder so I’ll probably be all rolled up in a bed sheet when I do hit the big quadruple 3. That or I’ll hit it while I’m in the process fo typing this out.

I just. I don’t know why this happened nor really what I did here to merit much of anyone being along for the ride. I do know it is because of two very cool dudes and their show and what that show means to all of us and what a fun experience every season brings to the floodgates of meme-ing, shipping, and transformative work. All I can really say is I am just honoured. Thank you to the people who send me dms just wanting to chat or ask questions, thank you to the unbelievably patient and genuine anons (as genuine as anonymous lets you be) who drop their thoughts on a whim and most of all, thank you to every single one of my mutuals. The people on my dash every day have kept me here, kept me inspired and even during periods of strange defeat and unwelcome creative dysfunction I feel awed and delighted by what so many of you come up with to make the feeling of just liking a show about ghosts, demons, and two hilarious dudes who can’t agree on the premise a crazy, hilarious, romantic and magical ride, 

There is something that isn’t sitting well with me though and it’s been bugging me ever since I came back from my sort-of break. 

That is just really a dreadfully small number next to the mass of you out there, new and old who I may have interacted with on anon or off in the comments. Sometimes I’lll see a blog or two in passing and think ‘ooh when I get home I’ll check out their blog and give it a follow” but then I just lose my thread or the link tbh. So basically what I’m saying is I’m renewing my post from the day I started this blog asking you to like this if you post buzzfeed unsolved, if you follow me and know we have a weird number of fandoms in common. I will happily follow. I enjoy mutuals, I enjoy hyping them up as best I can and would love to have loads more people to chat with and exchange memes with about the show or writing or art. Just like or reblog and I’m here to be mutualed. 

[sirenfromthelostcity]

A Cat and Spider Game

A/N: For a really long time i could not get the idea of making a Black Cat Reader x Spider-Man fic out of my mind so i finally decided to make one. Black Cat has really white hair so for the purpose of this fic, when you’re dressed as your alter-ego (Black Cat) you’ll be wearing a platinum white wig. I just wanted to say that from the beginning bc that’s just how Black Cat’s character looks and also i feel like it’d actually help keep your secret identity a secret if you didn’t have platinum white hair on your civilian persona as well lol. When writing this i was thinking about the Marvel’s Spider-Man PS4 game but tbh this can also fit in for Tom’s version of Spider-Man too since they’re both still Peter Parker anyways, it’s just that in this story he’s older. This is also a college AU so all the characters in here are about 20 years old. With that said not everyone you has powers, just you and Peter so far but i guess we’ll see what happens no? This is my first ever Marvel fic so i’d reeeaaalllyyy appreciate some feedback on this and if you’d like a second part just shoot me an ask or like and reblog and whatnot :) 

I do not own Spider-Man’s character or any of these characters (except you i think?). I hope you enjoy!!! <3333

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Making your way through the cluttered dormitory halls, you sigh in satisfaction as you not only finally reach your assigned suite but are greeted with silence and emptiness. You’ve arrived before any of your other roommates. You actually know who one of your roommates is going to be but only because you’ve dormed together last semester and got along so well that you’ve requested to dorm together again. Still, you’ve always made it a personal mission to be one of the first to arrive on campus on moving in day. Mostly just so you can pick out your room, settle in, enjoy some alone time, and overall begin preparations for the beginning of the semester and your “other” plans. 

A few hours pass and in that time you’ve managed to get a good chunk of your stuff unpacked and set up in your room. Wanda, your previous roommate, also arrived, said hi, and settled herself in. The two of you are still waiting for your third and final roommate to arrive. 

Deciding to take a break, you grab the Daily Bugle newspaper you picked up earlier on the way to the dorms and plop down on your freshly done bed. 

You stifle a laugh as you read the headline in J. Jonah Jameson’s voice. 

“MASKED MENACE SPIDER-MAN STILL TERRORIZING CITY!” 

They bring him back for one piece and of course he decides to make this the headline. 

You continue to peruse the many articles in the newspaper and stop as you find the one you’ve been looking for. 

“No new leads on New York’s newest criminal police are calling ‘Black Cat.’”

Criminal.

By definition according to google, ”a person who has committed a crime.”

Yes, a criminal is technically a bad person. However, you would argue that there are bad people and then there are worse people. Personally, you don’t feel as if you fall onto the worse branch.”

“As if I ever even actually hurt anyone,” you begrudgingly comment to yourself. “Rich people don’t count so, technically, I never did hurt anyone.” 

You haphazardly flip the page of the magazine you were browsing when you hear suddenly hear a knock on your door prompting you to look up.

“Come in,” you say and in enters your roommate Wanda along with another girl.

“Hey (Y/N), this is Gamora,” she gestures to the tall girl next to her, “it’s her first year at Empire State and she’s our new roommate.”

“Oh,” you sit up from your bed and walk up to the two women to properly greet your new roommate. “Hi, I’m (Y/N),” you smile at Gamora as you shake her hand.

“You showed her around the suite?”

“Mmhmm,” Wanda nods.

“Cool. So first year, huh? How you liking the campus so far?”

Gamora hesitates her response, “I’ve seen a lot of it since I got lost finding my way to the right dorm building yet I still don’t think I’ve seen all of it. But, so far it looks really… “

Both Wanda and you interject. 

“Opulent?” 

“Preppy?” 

“Yes, actually. No offense.”

You exchange an amused smile with Wanda, “None taken, this is a pretty preppy and opulent school but it’s got some good people in it. Also some bad people, but that’s everywhere you go really. Luckily for you though, you now have us to navigate your way through Empire State.”

“This is mine and (Y/N)’s second year at here so we know the terrain and its people pretty well,” Wanda elaborates.

“Speaking of terrain, have you had a chance to go to The Cool Bean Cafe?” you ask.

“No, but it sounds like a popular cafe.”

“Unfortunately it is a popular cafe. Not unfortunate for the owners, the sweetest old couple by the way, but kinda unfortunate for us in that it often gets crowded. But y’know,” you glance at your watch, “it’s only one-thirty right now, people ought to be busy unpacking and whatnot at this time. Do you guys want to wanna go now? It’d be the perfect chance to get to know each other better, my treat.”

“It’s always a yes from when the cafe is involved,” answers Wanda.

“Doesn’t sound like it could be terrible. I’m in.”

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Fortunately for all of you, The Cool Bean Cafe is only moderately crowded today so you and the girls were able to find a table to sit at. You spend most of your afternoon chatting with them and, to yours and Wanda’s delight, even witnessed Gamora genuinely laugh a few times. Okay she laughed once and briefly smirked one other time time but it was still silently agreed between you and Wanda that those were some pretty monumental moments shared with your new roommate. You did learn a lot about her too. Apparently it was Gamora’s dad who really pushed her to apply to this school. She wasn’t planning on attending upon acceptance, partly because of the move she’d have to make from Virginia to New York, but she was offered a full scholarship and her dad convinced her to attend. Afterall, Empire State University is a pretty highly esteemed school. It couldn’t be all that bad, she figured. Her major is astrophysics and she’s decided she wants to take on a second concentration but hasn’t decided on one yet.

Gamora learned a lot about you and Wanda as well. She learned that you and Wanda were roommates for your first semester at Empire State. Because there was no other roommate, you two had the whole suite to yourselves and became very close. She learned that Wanda has a twin brother named Pierto but he’s currently playing professional soccer in Sakovia. Wanda is an international student from Sakovia and is pursuing a psychology major with a minor in Sakovian studies. You were born and bred in Queens, New York and your major is journalism but you haven’t yet picked out a second concentration.

Wanda was explaining to Gamora the locations of the buildings in which her classes are going to be held in when you get a email notification from your phone.

“Shit,” you lowly mumble.

“Is everything alright?” Wanda inquires.

“Yeah, it’s just an email from my film studies professor. Apparently he believes that ‘Teamwork makes the dream work’ so as part of our weekly assignments he’s paired everyone in the class into pairs of two to complete the assignments together.”

“(Y/N) loves working with people,” Wanda sarcastically comments to Gamora and to both of yours and Wanda’s surprise, she actually chuckles at the joke.

“Does it say who you’re paired with?” Gamora asks.

“Yeah, he provided a list with the email, I’m checking right now……. Peter B. Parker.”

“Hopefully he’s not an asshole,” Gamora takes a sip from her coffee.

“Fortunately he’s not,” you put away your phone and take a sip of your coffee before elaborating. “I used to go to high school with him. We never talked because I was really busy with stuff at home and our after school activities never collided. He’s super smart though, we had a few classes together and I know he was in the school’s robotics club for a while as well as the academic decathlon team. Trust me, the guy is brilliant. Plus, from what I heard, he’s apparently a total sweetheart. I don’t think I have much to worry about.”

“You sure seem to know an awful lot about a boy you’ve never spoken to,” Wanda complacently coos before blowing at her tea and drinking it.

“Y’know, I have to agree with Wanda there,” Gamora raises her eyebrows.

“Could it be you harnessed a crush for this Peter guy back in the old high school days?” Wanda twirled her cup in hand, smirking but not looking at you.

You playfully scoff, “Y’know you treat your roommates out to one of the finest cafes within walking distance and how do they thank you? Oh yeah they don’t, they interrogate you instead,” you tsk and slowly shake your head side to side. “In all honesty though, no I did not harbor a crush for Peter Parker. Believe me, with the stuff I had going on at that time with my family and myself, boys were the last thing on my mind.”

“I feel that,” Gamora nods. “Also, do all professors send emails days before the first class?”

“Some professors do but not all of them, which is why you have to be really vigilant with your emails. I’ve ignored them for most of my life, but trust me you’re gonna have to pay attention to them from now on.”

Wanda nods as she downs the rest of her tea. “Speaking of vigilance, Gamora, have you yet heard of the masked vigilante swinging through our streets?”

Gamora shrugs, “A little actually. I overheard a few students talk about him when I was looking for the dorm building. Apparently he often literally swings by our campus and goes by…. Spider-Something?”

“It’s Spider-Man,” Wanda chuckles. “There’s some mixed opinions of him in this city but for the most part he saves lives, helps people in need, and fights crime. He’s a hero. Have you heard about the theories?”

“No. There’s theories about this guy?”

“Oh, there are so many theories about his origins and his identity. Some people think he’s an alien who snuck in through the vortex that opened in the 2012 attack here, but others argue that maybe he’s actually just a person with advanced technology. Some people even think he actually attends here because of often he seems to pass through the campus. Personally, I don’t think that’s true. Simply seeing him pass by the school a lot is not enough to support that theory and being in college while maintaining a job is hard enough. I cannot imagine a person trying to maintain a job, along with their grades, and a crime fighting alter-ego on the side. I just think he passes through here as a shortcut to someplace else, we are in a very big city after all.”

“Wow, people seem to be really fixated with this Spider-Guy,” says Gamora.

“(Y/N),” Wanda calls for your attention. “You’ve been awfully quiet on this topic. Don’t you have any theories of your own about the Spider-Man’s identity?”

“Not really,” you lie. “I mean as a journalist major in New York, it’s impossible to not write about him, especially with all the recent crime that’s been going on here, but outside of that I don’t really think much about him.”

“Wait, so there’s frequent crime happening around here? God, I really should’ve done more research before just moving here,” Gamora shakes her head.

You lightly laugh at Gamora’s reaction, “Don’t worry it’s not really that bad. Lately what’s been happening is a string of robberies but whoever’s doing it seems to be targeting the homes of the very rich or the places only the very rich can afford so we have nothing to worry about.”

“It still amazes me that the police still have no lead as to who the thief could be,” Wanda comments. “The investigation has been going on for at least two months now and already four homes have been robbed. Whoever has done that must be very affluent right now.”

You hesitate for a moment but deep down you can’t help but wonder and ask, “Do you think that, y’know whoever robbed those homes, that they earned the loot?”  

Wanda furrows her brows at first but takes a few seconds to ponder her answer, “Well, morally no because stealing is wrong. However, the people this person decided to target, they’re already insanely wealthy with more money than they could ever spend in one lifetime. Not to mention that the thief is so adept at what they do that no one has any clue as to who they could be so… I guess in some ways… yes, I’d say they earned their loot but I still think that stealing is wrong.”

You hum in thought, “That’s a good point. What do you think Gamora?”

“I agree that it’s not morally correct to steal but if this person is as good as you say they are then, I guess they do deserve to have their earnings. It’s not exactly easy to baffle the cops, normally they have at least one clue. But, it also makes me wonder why are they doing this, the thief I mean. Is it because they’re good at it or because they need the money or both? Guess we’ll never know.”

“Those are good questions, though,” says Wanda. “It does make me wonder about the thief’s motives. What about you, (Y\N), do you think the thief earned their prize?”

“Honestly, yes. I do believe he or she earned their prize. I get that it’s not morally right to steal but, according to the reports no one was harmed during the robbery. No one was even aware anything was stolen until the morning. And as you said, Wanda, the targets of this thief have more money than they could ever use in a lifetime so it’s not like the thief is preying on the less fortunate. As for the motive, we really can’t know without directly asking the thief. But my guess would be that it’s a combination of both the need for it and the confidence boost they must get from the police’s frustration at their lack of leads to his or her’s identity. As if stealing from a bunch of rich duds is the worst thing a person can do, though. There’s bigger issues than some rich people missing a couple of priceless artifacts. But I guess that could just be my bias against rich people speaking,” you tilt your head to the side and lightly laugh.

“If I hadn’t already known about your hatred for rich people I sure would know now,” Wanda awkwardly laughs.

“Yeah, I kinda went off on a tangent there. Sorry about that,” you briefly look down before changing the topic. “Hey, do y’all wanna get ice cream and maybe show Gamora around the campus more? My treat.”

“Someone woke up in an incredibly generous mood today,” says Wanda.

“I’m all for the tour of the campus but since you’ve already paid for the coffee you don’t have to buy me ice cream,” adds Gamora.

“It’s not a problem guys, really. My mom got a bonus at her job so she decided to treat me to some extra cash and now I’m deciding to treat you all to some good food. Are we ready?”

Wanda and and Gamora briefly look at each other and simultaneously nod before grabbing their things and exiting the cafe with you.

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Much later that day…. 2:15AM ~ Stanlee Co-ed Dorms

Peter B. Parker lays comfortably asleep in bed after an exhausting day of moving into his dorm and of course being the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man almost everyone loves. Peter loves being Spider-Man. While it can sometimes get complicated balancing out the hero life with the civilian life, Spider-Man truly helps people. Sometimes not everyone sees it that way but the good Spider-Man does heavily outweighs the few negative responses he receives, at least to Peter it does.

Yeah, being Spider-Man is great. Peter would never change it for the-

“Peter, wake up!” Ned storms into Peter’s room, effectively and abruptly waking him up.

“AH! WHAT?!” Peter locks sleepy eyes with Ned and then his alarm clock on his nightstand. “Ned, what the hell man, what are you-what are you doing up so late?”

“Binge watching Game of Thrones to prepare for the finale,” he shrugs,” but that’s not important right now. I heard the police scanner say something about an alarm going off at that really expensive wine place on east 98th street near the park. It fits the M.O. of that burglar that keeps getting away.”

Instantly Peter tosses his covers to the side, hopping out of bed and retrieving his Spidersuit from his closet, hastily putting it on.

“It’s a possibility that it could be a false alarm but I have a feeling about this one and it wouldn’t hurt to take a look since we don’t have class tomorrow,” Ned commentates, handing Peter his web shooters.

Peter takes his web shooters from Ned before finally putting on his mask, “Thanks, Ned. Don’t wait up!” With that said Peter swings out of his fire escape window and into the night to potentially catch what even he admits to be a very skilled thief.

“You know I will!” Ned yells out to Peter from the window. “Oh shit,” he quickly pulls himself in, realizing he’s in a dorm building with other people possibly sleeping.

“Go get em, Spider-Man!” he enthusiastically whispers as he exits Peter’s room and closes his door.

Swinging at breakneck speed, Peter makes his way to the location of the expensive wine store, Wine and Spirits Co.. Within four minutes, he spots not only the building but an opened window on the third floor. Quickly, and quietly, he zips through the window. Upon landing, Peter immediately spots the elusive thief simply standing behind a bar counter observing a bottle of wine and a wave of shock washes over him as he realizes he recognizes thief. Donned in an all  black, skin hugging suit laced with white,  small cat ears on her wavy platinum white hair, and a black mask. He never thought he’d see her again.

“I-It’s you,” he mumbles.

You turn around in slight shock but hum in delight at seeing the great Spider-Man himself right before you. “And it’s you. Not many people can sneak up on me and arrive two minutes before the police. I have to admit, that’s pretty impressive.”

“But you h-how are you–– I-I-I saw you-”

“Wow, do you always stutter like this around girls?”

“N-No- Darn it!”

You chuckle as you slip the bottle of wine into your bag that’s already filled with at least five bottles, “Y’know that’s actually kinda cute, but you need to relax more.”

“I’d relax more with some answers,” he starts. “That night- how did you survive the fall? I-I tried to save you-”

“You can’t save everyone, Spidey… I chose to be where I was. The job just didn’t work out as I had planned. It wasn’t your fault. Also in the end it wasn’t really that bad. I mean from your viewpoint, watching that serum practically explode in front of my face and send me plummeting down to what should have been my death probably was bad but… I still have about eight lives left. Why stop the thievery now? Especially when I’m so good at it. ”

“I don’t really think that’s how cats work,” he says, still shocked at the sight of you. “Wait, so you’re the one who’s been behind these robberies all along?”

“Mmhmm,” you hum. “I’m pretty damn good aren’t I?” You hop over the counter and proceed to walk towards the window you used to enter until he halts you by grabbing your arm that holds the bag of wine bottles.

“Look I know this is your first time being caught by someone so you might not be familiar with how things go, but I can’t let you leave.”

You hear the police sirens go off signaling their arrival. Flashes of red, white, and blue begin to sear into the dim wine store and you give him a small smile, “Yes you can. You just won’t.”

You look down as you hear the footsteps of the police ascending the stairs then look back up to Spiderman, “But that’s okay. You’ll have other things to worry about.”

Suddenly the door to the entrance gets kicked in and in enters seven police officers aiming their guns and flashlights at the both of you.

“Freeze, Spider-Man!” yells an officer.

“Call this in, we got Spider-Man here and a potential accomplice,” instructs another.

“Accomplice, really?” Peter addresses the officers.

“Gotta run, Spidey. See you soon,” you say into his ear. Taking advantage of the distraction, you quickly attach a device onto him and jump out the window using your grappling hook to latch onto a roof’s edge and swing away.

Seconds later the EMP goes off, effectively short circuiting Peter’s suit and web shooters. He convulses in pain onto the ground until he manages to take off the device and stomp on it. Peter jumps out the window to follow you but is forced to tuck and roll onto the ground when he realizes you’ve disabled his webshooters. Not one to give up, he attempts to follow you on foot but your trail is quickly lost.

“Systems back online. Sorry about that Pete, she used an EMP device to disarm you.”

“It’s alright Karen. Can you call Ned for me, please?” with everything now fully functional, Peter lunges into the air and begins to swing through the air.

“Of course,” Karen replies. After a few rings, Ned finally picks up.

“Hey, Pete, did you get him?”

“No, but she got me pretty good.”

“She? What happened?”

“Remember the girl I told you about a few months ago, with the robbery?”

“Ohhhh, the one with the chemical explosion who seemingly disappeared after falling from a fifteen story rooftop? Yeah, that’s pretty hard to forget.”

“Yeah, well, it’s her. She’s been behind all these robberies all along and she’s picked up some new tricks.”

“Whoa, what kind of tricks?”

“Well, so far she’s used an EMP device to disable my webshooters and suit, and before she got away I saw her use some sort of grappling hook to swing away and escape, just to name a few. I’m sure she’s got more I haven’t had the chance to see yet but I’m sure I will soon,” he recalls your last words to him.

“No Way! Another super villain! But wait, how did she survive that fall, do you think it could’ve been something in that chemical explosion?”

“She said it was actually a serum but she didn’t specify. Not that we really had much time to talk when the cops stormed in anyways, they thought I was her accomplice!”

“The people know you, though, I’m sure that story won’t stick. Plus, when you catch her, it’ll all blow over quick. Where you heading to now?”

“Back to the dorms, I lost her trail but now that I know that she’s alive and that she’s behind all the other robberies I can probably create an algorithm to try to pinpoint where she might hit next.”

“Alright, well I’ll still be up when you get here. See you soon.”

See you soon

Your words echo in his head. He was there on the night of your apparent death. He tried to save you but failed. It haunted him for some time. Yet now you’re not only alive but back to your old ways. Peter didn’t know you but he still has some questions and, so long as you kept stealing, he knows he has to stop you.