#this is set probably grade 11-12 for them

[trelning]

Fellas you ever go out stargazing in the woods with ur gf only for the weirdo next door to follow you on your date and tease you about every romantic gesture that you two exchange, meanwhile your autistic gf couldn't care less and has been staring up at the stars without saying a word for the past ten minutes. But its okay, the rat brought weed.

#art #artists on tumblr #my art #oc art #digital art #my ocs #kendall #tiegan #kris #this is set probably grade 11-12 for them #tiegan just recently came out and started dating kris

[eddiemunsons80sbaby]

Never Say Never

Chapter 15

Pairing: SingleDad!StevexReader

Summary: You are a 32 year old single mother, raising your seven year old son on your own. After being widowed at 30 and going out on awful dates with disgusting men for the past month, you have decided that you're giving up. You already had your great love. One person can't possibly get lucky enough to have two in their lifetime. But then your son starts playing baseball and the coach might just change your mind about that.

No posting schedule.

18+ only for eventual smut

Word Count: 8.5K

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Far later than she’d expected, you pulled into the driveway of your home. Dinner and coffee had turned into a stroll down the street to the local bar, The Stumble Inn, where the owner, Dan, loved a good play on words. A couple drinks, a lot of conversation, and quite a bit of laughter later, you'd all finally said your good nights, all of you heading off to your own vehicles for home. 

The boys were probably already asleep considering it was pushing eleven. That was alright. The four of you were planning on a bike ride tomorrow afternoon so if Steve wanted, he could always just leave Jeremiah there. No point in waking the kid to drag him home simply to bring him back again. 

Opening the front door, you stepped inside to find Steve on the couch, a rerun of Who’s the Boss playing on the tv. He turned to look over at you, his arms propped behind his head, giving you one of those glaringly bright smiles that made you feel like you needed to shield yourself, to bring a hand to your eyes to protect them. 

“Hey.”

Dropping your purse on the table by the door, you made your way into the living room, smiling down at him. “Hey. Sorry I’m so late. We completely lost track of time.”

“That’s alright. I was expecting it. I told you that you were going to be later than you thought. Robin and Nancy love to talk. And with you being all shiny and new, they had endless things to ask you, I’m sure.”

Steve pushed himself up to sitting with his legs still out in front of him, opening his arms to you. You happily accepted his invite, your body liquefying into him when his arms came around you, pulling you into the warmth of his chest. Sighing contentedly, you wound your arms around his waist curling your legs underneath you, relieved that the awkwardness of earlier appeared to be forgotten.

“They should get jobs as interrogators. They definitely threw the book at me. I don’t know if there’s anything they don’t know about me at this point,” you joked, “including the unfortunately mortifying third grade talent show story.”

“Ohh, do tell. I’m intrigued now.”

“No. That one is better left unshared. Trust me. I don’t know why I even told them. I think your friends have some kind of superpower. I was running off at the mouth, story after story. I couldn’t seem to make myself stop. To be fair, they were shooting questions at me so fast I barely had time to stop and think. I’m stuck being friends with them forever now, you know. They have far too much dirt on me. Way too much they could blackmail me for. I fear I’ve made a grave mistake.”

Steve’s laugh rumbled beneath you, his fingers slipping into your hair, thumb pressing into your skin as it slid over the back of your neck. Your eyes slipped closed, your body practically humming under his touch. His other hand moved under your chin, lifting your face to his and a soft moan escaped you when his lips found yours, gently, tenderly. 

You would never tire of his mouth, his touch, the way it set you aflame every single time. You wanted him in a way that was borderline dangerous. The way you wanted him was all consuming, like a fire raging through a forest, turning everything to ash in its wake. If it weren’t for the boys, you were certain you would lose your job because you would do nothing but spend hours in bed with this man. 

But there were the boys to consider. It was hard to concentrate on that fact when Steve’s tongue was exploring your throat, his hand slipping under your shirt. Fingertips made rough from working with his hands teased your skin, his palms covering your breasts completely, kneading and squeezing until you were grinding helplessly against his thigh, gasping. But that little voice in the back of your head reminded you, brought you back to reality, the reality where you did not want either of your sons to walk in on this very blatant display in the middle of the living room. 

“Steve…” you rasped, struggling through the haze of desire when his lips latched onto your throat, open mouthed kisses creating a path of destruction, obliterating everything that wasn’t him. 

“Hmm?” he mumbled against your skin, rolling your nipples with his thumb and forefinger, the jolt of pleasure shooting straight to your core. 

“We can’t.” It was a whimper, a whine because you didn’t want this to stop. You didn’t want to be the responsible mom right now. You wanted to take this man straight up to your bed, caution be damned. But you couldn’t. You knew you couldn’t. You couldn’t have him staying over, couldn’t have Eli knowing the two of you had shared a bed, not until you were certain this was something that was going to last. You couldn’t put your son through that kind of heartbreak, not after everything he’d already lost.

“Why not?” Now his hands were creeping up your skirt, each one gripping an ample amount of your ass, pressing your center right against the delicious friction of his firm thigh. 

“The boys…we can’t…the boys…”

Fuck. It was so hard to form a thought, to fight through the pleasure coursing through your very veins. His mouth teasing your earlobe, the delicious pulsing in your pussy with every press of his leg against you. You felt like a teenager. What the hell was happening to you? Were you seriously about to come just from dry humping a guy’s leg?

“But we can,” he growled, hands gripping your hips, flipping you over so your back was pressed against his chest. “Did I forget to mention they’re not here?”

“Wha…huh?” His hands slid along the insides of your thighs, pressing them open as they went. “Where are they?”

“Well, Jonathan showed up a few hours ago,” he explained, fingers slipping along the edge of your panties. “He said that Nancy had instructed him to come and get them. Repayment for me being so kind to watch them so you could go out with the girls.” One finger slid under the material, slipping through your already damp folds to toy with your clit. “They’re keeping them for the whole night so we can have some time alone. Isn’t that nice?”

“I…oh…uh-huh…”

Your head rolled back against his shoulder, that rubber band that was already stretched so thin within you stretching even more, threatening to snap at any moment as he circled, pinched, and slid over the very center of your pleasure. A rumble fell from Steve’s lips, his nose slipping over your jaw and down your neck. You were not going to last long. Not like this, not when you were already on the brink of destruction. 

“Come on beautiful,” he urged, his thumb taking over the work on your clit as he slipped one large finger inside of you. “Say my name for me. You know how much I love it when you say my name for me.”

“Steve…” The word came out choked, one simple syllable that threatened to strangle you as your muscles tensed under his touch, your body ready to shatter completely. 

“That’s my girl…wanna hear you screaming it, baby. No need to be quiet tonight.”

Oh shit. Those words…his girl, words you didn’t even know you wanted but you did. You wanted to make him say it again. You wanted to be his girl more than you'd ever wanted anything else at this moment. Everything in your world completely disappeared, shadowed by this man and the way he made you feel. 

He got what he wanted. Because as he slid a second finger inside of you, his thumb playing you like the most beautiful song ever written, his name fell from your lips over and over. A crescendo of sound that began as a gasp and rose to a scream when that band finally snapped, your body taut, shaking, before collapsing back into him in a puddle of satisfaction. 

“Jesus Christ, Steve…” you mumbled. “How are you so goddamn good…no, scratch that. I don’t want to know.”

He chuckled, arms wrapping around you, face nuzzling your hair, “Don’t worry, gorgeous, because nobody that came before you matters. They were all just practice leading up to the main attraction.” He nipped at your earlobe. “I’ve never wanted to make a girl come over and over again like I do you. The sounds you make, how beautiful you look, the way you say my name, it’s like a goddamn drug, honey. I’m completely hooked on you.”

Turning your body, you straddled him, feeling just how much he was hooked on you pressing into you. The thin fabric of his sweats and the lace of your panties was not creating much of a barrier and you fought back the urge to yank them off him and ride him right here on the couch. But not yet. There was something else you'd been wanting to do first, something that had been on your mind ever since your first encounter in her kitchen. 

“Well, if I’m a drug then so are you, Steve Harrington, because I am completely addicted to you.”

“Oh yeah?” His hands settled on your hips, a smirk on his lips. “Is this the part where you fulfill my fantasy? You’re already in the perfect position.” He bucked his hips up and you gasped, hands dropping to his chest. 

“Oh, I have every intention of fulfilling that fantasy but not just yet." Leaning forward, you caught his mouth with your own, your tongue gliding over his bottom lip teasingly. Your hands slid under the cotton fabric of his shirt, nails scratching gently down his chest, over his stomach. That little knot wound up within you again at the feel of that coarse hair against your fingers, tapering to a line leading you right where she wanted. Gripping the hem of his shirt, you tugged it over his head, tossing it across the room where it landed on a chair. 

Steve’s lower lip jutted out playfully, “This doesn’t seem fair. You still have a top on.” Acquiescing to his request, you pulled your top off, sending it the same way as his. His hands slid up your back, fingers popping open your bra expertly, slingshotting it. “Much better.” One hand gripping you between the shoulder blades, he sat up, his mouth descending on your breasts. 

“Yes…” you sighed, cradling his head against you, your hips rocking against his length once again. 

“You’re so damn beautiful…”

You smiled, pushing him back down on the couch, wiggling your body down. It was your turn to drive him crazy. Your lips moved over his jaw, down his neck, your tongue tracing a trail over the artery there before your teeth nipped at his shoulder. He grunted, hips bucking when you kept going on your journey south, mouth exploring his chest, teeth raking over his nipples. Hot, wet kisses over his stomach while your hands gathered the material of his sweats and boxers, dragging them over his thighs until his cock was free, bouncing back against his stomach. 

Your tongue ran over your lips as you settled onto your stomach between his legs. Steve’s eyes went wide, watching when you took his cock in your hand, dragging the tip of it across your lips. As your tongue darted across the already weeping slit, he hissed, head dropping back to the arm of the sofa. 

“Jesus Christ, honey.”

Bolstered by his reaction, you used your hand to raise him up, your tongue running along the vein underneath, from the base to the tip before taking him into your mouth, swirling your tongue teasingly. With a heavy grunt, his hips rose from the couch in an attempt to get more of himself in your mouth. 

Grinning around him, you continued your slow torture, only keeping the tip of him in the warmth of your mouth as one hand moved down to cradle his heavy sack, rolling his balls in your palm. 

“Fuck…oh my god…honey, please…need more…” 

His hands fisted at his sides and deciding you'd tormented him enough, you took the rest of him, as much as you could, working the base of him with your hand as you slowly worked the rest of him with your mouth. The sounds he was making, the animalist grunts and groans, the curses falling from his lips, were goddamn intoxicating. You'd never felt so powerful in your life as you did knowing you could reduce this beautiful man to a mewling mess with just your mouth and hands. 

Steve’s fingers slid in your hair, his palms cupping the back of your head as he lifted his hips to match the rhythm of your mouth. You relaxed your throat, gagging slightly as he thrust even further into your throat. He paused, as if uncertain if what he’d done was okay, but when you dug your nails into the flesh of his thigh, lowering your mouth over him again, he took the hint, thrusting once again until your nose was nuzzling the coarse hair at the base of him. 

“Shit…honey, I’m…fuck, I’m so close…fuck, stop…I…don’t wanna…not in your mouth…”

Releasing him with an audible pop, you rose to your feet, offering him your hand. He tilted his head in confusion, the look so adorable your heart tugged. How could one man be both the sexiest thing you'd ever seen and the most adorable thing you'd ever laid eyes on at the same time?

“If I’m going to ride you, let’s do it properly…in my bed.”

“Oh…yeah, okay…”

He scrambled, pulling his pants back up as he took your hand, following your lead up the stairs. You'd barely made it into the room when you slammed your hands into his chest firmly, sending him onto his back on the bed. Wasting no time, you slipped your underwear and skirt off before dragging his sweats and boxers down off his legs and onto your floor. 

The smile he gave you was so soft, so heart melting, his hands gently cupping your face when you crawled up his body, straddling his hips. He opened his mouth and your heart stuttered in your chest, terrified but also thrilled at what might come out. But just that fast he closed it again, pressing his eyes shut tight. 

Brushing away that hope that had flared and dwindled so quickly, you gripped him in your hand, slowly lowering herself down over him. Your warmth wrapped around him like a glove, welcoming him as if he belonged there. You sucked in air, your fingers slipping through the hair on his chest, your teeth biting down on your lower lip. 

“Fuck, you feel so good,” Steve growled as you rocked against him, his fingertips digging into the flesh of your hips as he met each movement. 

“Steve…Steve…Jesus Christ, Steve…” 

“You look just as beautiful as I knew you would. Come on, honey. Take what you need. You can have whatever you want. Give you whatever you want, honey.”

“Touch me,” you gasped, whimpering when his thumb found your clit, teasing as you pressed your hands into the mattress, arching your back, your muscles clenching as you came down on his cock again and again. “Yes. Right there. Oh god…so good…”

Your hips rolled into a circle and he grunted, “Yes, baby. Keep doing that. Shit.” His other hand came to your breast, squeezing, pinching, teasing, touching you just like you wanted and you moaned his name again. “Gonna come for me, beautiful?”

“Yes…so close…don’t stop…”

“Oh, I won’t, honey. Don’t worry. Look at me, beautiful. Wanna see you.” 

You struggled, working to keep pace as you pulled yourself straight, your hands gripping his shoulders for purchase. Opening your eyes, you looked down, that band in you stretching farther than should be possible as the heat in his gaze consumed you. His name ripped from your throat, so loudly you were sure the people in the next town could hear. 

Your body turned to goo, wax from a hot candle sliding down the edges of you to pool on the mattress around you. You had nothing left, your legs shaking and Steve knew, taking over for you. His hands grabbed onto your hips as he plunged himself up and into you before holding her down against him, a roar emitted through gritted teeth, painting your insides with his own release before bringing you with him as you both collapsed. 

Your cheek pressed against his sweat-slicked chest, the hair there tickling your skin softly. His fingers trailed over your back, your bodies heaving as you both struggled to catch your breath. 

“Holy shit…” he muttered. “So much better than I imagined.”

“Yeah…I…Steve?”

“Hmm?”

“I don’t think I can walk.”

His rumbling laugh shook your bodies as his arms held you, rolling you so you were side by side, your body still cradled against his. His lips pressed against your forehead. 

“Good thing you don’t have to. Honey, you’re so damn amazing. I…this…” He paused, his throat moving with a hard swallow, as if he were forcing down words he didn’t want to say to leave his mouth, banishing them to the darkness where they couldn’t see the light of day. 

“Yeah?” you pressed hopefully, tilting your head back to look at him, wishing for him to say it. To say the words that had been torturing you for the last few hours, the words you were terrified to say until he did. 

“I’m just so damn happy. I have never been this happy with anyone. I…” He stopped, eyes squeezing shut. “I like you a lot.”

Your heart squeezed tightly. No, of course he wasn’t going to say those words. Hadn’t you just thought how crazy it would be to say them so soon? Of course he wasn’t feeling any of that already. 

“I like you a lot too.” You forced a smile, not wanting him to see the disappointment on your face as you nuzzled down into him, the top of your head tucked under his chin. 

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Steve blinked against the harsh sunlight coming in through the window, one hand covering his eyes to ward off the glare. Last night came back to him in a burst of images that raced over the backs of his eyelids. The warmth of your mouth, the sight of you above him, your hair falling down your back, the gentle smile that curved your lips up on each side as you fell asleep nestled against his chest, your fingers toying with the coarse hair there as you hummed contentedly. 

Rolling his head, he looked down to find you still there but at some point in the night you'd both moved. Now your back was nestled against him, your ass pressed deliciously against him, explaining why he’d woken up with an erection. Winding his arms around you tightly, his lips explored the curve of your shoulder, the hollow of your throat, delighted when you moaned softly, wiggling in his grasp. 

“Good morning.” Your voice was husky, deep and raspy, choked with sleep first thing in the morning, just one more thing that Steve couldn’t help but enjoy about you. He would never tire of discovering new things about you. Each new thing only made him…

Love…that word was beginning to be a thorn in his side. The amount of times he’d had to bite his lip last night to keep from saying it was going to leave a bruise. The more time he spent with you, the more time he spent inside you, was making it harder and harder not to scream it out, consequences be damned. 

“Good morning.” His nose nuzzled into your neck, lips tracing a line, following it over your shoulder. “I swear, this is the best damn thing to wake up to. You are the best damn thing to wake up to. So much better than a slobbery dog demanding breakfast.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.” His fingers skimmed over your soft belly to the curve of your hip, squeezing the ample flesh there. “I could really get used to this, honey. You in my bed…”

“Well, technically this is my bed,” you teased, sighing when his hand dipped into the apex between your thighs. 

“My bed, your bed…I really don’t care as long as I get to have you in a bed,” he growled, his lips wrapping around the skin at the hollow of your throat, sucking hard until you moaned deeply. “Jesus, I love the sounds you make. Wanna make you make them all the time.”

“Steve,” you protested, no real challenge in your voice. “Don’t we have to go get the boys?”

“We could push it just a bit.” Using his arm to push himself up, he pressed you onto your back into the mattress. Wiggling his eyebrows, he grinned. “I think Nance and Jonathan would understand if we waited just a couple more hours.”

“A couple hours, huh? You have big plans?”

“Oh honey, a couple hours is not nearly enough time for the plans I have for you.”

How about forever? It was on the tip of his tongue but he just couldn’t say it. He couldn’t risk it, not now, not when he was in so deep that he was drowning in you. 

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An hour later, clad in only his boxer shorts, Steve was in the kitchen cooking eggs and toast while you took a shower. Unfortunately, human weakness reared its head and other biological needs needed to be met. They had made it known when your stomach had started loudly rumbling while he was buried deep inside you while he pinned your wrists down with his hands. 

As much as he hadn’t wanted to pull himself away, he’d begrudgingly done so. The girl needed to eat. While he wanted nothing more than to lock the two of you in that room for the rest of the day, you were going to need your energy for the bike ride he had planned for everybody this afternoon. He couldn’t have you passing out on your bike from low blood sugar.

He slid the spatula under the perfectly cooked over-easy eggs, sliding them onto a plate. Grabbing the two pieces of toast that had just popped up, he added them and set the plate on the table. He added the butter, salt, and pepper and was just going to pour your coffee when there was a knock at the front door. 

“Well shit,” muttered Steve, glancing down at his very bare chest. Grabbing his shirt from the chair in the living room where it had been tossed last night, he hastily pulled it over his head, figuring it would have to do if he wasn’t going to leave whoever was on the other side wondering if anyone was home. 

Opening the door, he found a woman on the other side. Her blue eyes went wide as she took in the sight of him in the doorway, her hand running over her sleek gray bob. The flowy black pants and floral buttoned top she was wearing seemed like a strange choice for a Saturday, leaving him with the impression that she was a professional of some kind. But you hadn’t mentioned anyone dropping by. 

“Hello,” he smiled pleasantly. “Can I help you?”

“I highly doubt it.” Her words were sharper than seemed necessary considering Steve had never seen this woman before in his life. “Is my daughter-in-law around?”

Shit. So that’s who this was. Justin’s mom and Steve had just answered the door wearing nothing but boxers and a t-shirt on a Saturday morning. That didn’t leave much doubt to what kind of situation this was and he wasn’t sure if this woman even knew about him. Had you told her about him? Or was she being blindsided, having the new guy that had replaced her dead son shoved in her face? 

“You must be Mrs. Randall. I…uh…I’m Steve Harrington. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

He stammered the words. He would have offered her his hand but his palms were suddenly very sweaty. How did one handle a situation like this? 

“Oh, I know exactly who you are. Although why you’re standing in my son’s house in your underwear is quite a mystery to me.”

A nervous laugh rose up in him at her words, her eyes narrowing, head tilted as she studied him. He felt like a specimen under a microscope and judging from the way she was looking at him, he was not measuring up. 

“Well, you see…I…well, Y/N and I…I’m guessing she hasn’t told you about me.”

“No. She didn’t but my grandson did. Imagine my surprise when I had to hear from a child that his mother has a new boyfriend.” She gave him a tight smile, the kind people usually displayed when they were trying to hide how they really felt, but this woman did not seem to be trying to hide anything. Disdain was rolling off her in waves so strongly it threatened to knock him off his feet. “You really think it’s appropriate for you to be spending the night this soon? Have you even bothered to consider Eli’s feelings in the matter? How it might make him feel that some man is sleeping in the bed that his mother and father used to share? That doesn’t seem a bit tacky to you?”

Steve opened his mouth, having no idea how he was going to respond but feeling like he needed to. The pressure of a thousand stares, like being on stage waiting to see if you’d nail it or fall flat on your face, was heavy on his chest. But he was saved when you came bouncing down the stairs. 

“Something smells good. Did you cook break…” You came to an abrupt stop, hands gripping the towel you'd been drying your hair with when you saw the scene in front of you. Steve in his boxers, looking like a mouse staring down a cat. Judith, the cat, glaring at you both, with her hands on her hips, claws and teeth ready to slash and shred. “Judith…what are you doing here?”

“Well, after Eli dropped that particular very unpleasant and shocking bomb on me yesterday and you refused to talk to me, I decided we needed to have a conversation about this current situation.”

“You could have just called…” you began but Judith quickly cut you off.

“And what? Have you ignore my calls like you so often do? I don’t think so.” Judith stepped around Steve with a wave as if he were nothing but an annoying gnat she was wishing to swat. “No. I think not. I demand an explanation. I believe I am owed that. Precisely why did my grandson tell me that this man, who I don’t even know, who he barely even knows, is going to be his father soon?”

“Shit…” muttered Steve, earning a harsh glare from the woman that reminded him way too much of Mrs. Click from high school. He melted back against the wall, trying to make himself small and invisible to her unapproving gaze.

So this was why she came. She felt her son’s very memory was threatened by the presence of Steve. She thought that you and him were moving too fast. Of course she did if Eli was already talking about Steve being his dad. But it was just that, talk. The kid had been hoping for it before they’d even started dating. 

“Mrs. Randall, I think this has just been a really big misunderstanding.”

“Well, I was rather hoping so until I showed up to find you here in your underwear, clearly having spent the night. I mean, really.” She sighed, tossing her arms in the air. “You find this kind of behavior appropriate with a child in the house?”

“In case you haven’t noticed, Eli isn’t in the house,” you snapped. 

“And where exactly is he?”

“He’s with my ex-wife and her husband,” Steve answered, folding his arms, his confidence returning now that he saw you weren't going to quaver under the glare of this lady. 

“Strangers!” shrieked Judith. “You left my grandson with complete strangers?”

“They’re not strangers. I told you, Eli is best friends with Steve’s son, Jeremiah. I know Jeremiah’s mom and her husband. In fact, I was just out with her and some other women last night.”

“Oh! And where was my grandson while you were out living it up and having fun like some teenager with no responsibilities?”

“He was with me. I took care of the boys so she could actually enjoy a night off.” Steve’s sympathy for this woman was quickly waning each time she opened her mouth. “I made them dinner and we played some games and watched a movie. Then Jonathan showed up and offered to take the boys overnight so she and I could have some time alone. I have never slept over when he’s been here.”

“Really? Because according to Eli, you and his mother had a sleepover just last week.”

Your teeth clenched together. “The boys were having a sleepover. We were watching a movie and fell asleep on the couch. Nothing happened.” Your eyes caught Steve’s, the two of you clearly remembering what did happen, what almost happened before you were interrupted, but it was none of this woman’s business. “And whatever happened or didn’t happen isn’t really any of your concern. Eli is my son.”

“He’s my grandson! None of my concern? It’s none of my concern that you’re acting like some rampant whore around him? That you’re just choosing to leave him with strange people so you can run around with your friends and have a good time like you don’t even have a child?”

“Whoa! Hey!” Steve stepped into her, finger pointing at her face. “You have no right to come in here calling her names like that. She is a damn good mom. She’s done all of this herself for a long time and if occasionally she needs a night to herself, she’s more than earned it.”

If someone could actually explode, he was pretty certain this woman would be doing just that right now. Her nostrils flared, eyes blazing, mouth contorted into an ugly sneer as she stared him down. 

“Just who in the hell do you think you are?”

“I think I’m her boyfriend. I think I’m her person. The person she’s chosen to have in her life right now. And I think I’m the person who’s not going to stand here and let you talk to her like this. I understand that it has to be hard for you to see her with someone else, to think about another guy being in your grandson’s life. But that’s not a choice you get to make. It’s hers. So unless you’re willing to have a civil conversation and listen then there’s the goddamn door.”

“I tried to help you. I offered to let you and Eli move in with me and you refused and now look at this mess you’ve created.”

“This isn’t a mess. This is my life.”

“And some life it is. I knew when Justin brought you home that he was making a mistake. You whispered all those lies about how much you loved him. I knew you never did.”

Your mouth dropped, a small gasp of pain escaping your lips, making Steve want to smack a woman for the first time in his life. Tears filled your eyes but you straightened your spine, refusing to allow Judith to make you fall apart.

“That was never a lie, Judith. I did love Justin. I still do.” 

“You loved him so much that you’re so ready to just replace him and move on. To allow some other man in his house, in his bed, in his role as Eli’s father.”

“There has not been any talk of Steve being Eli’s father,” you argued. “We are dating. There’s not even been talk of moving in together. All of that is coming from Eli. He adores Steve and he’s a kid and he just wants what other kids have. Can’t you see that?”

“He already has a father,” Judith whimpered, quickly losing steam as her grief began to take the wheel from her anger. 

“He does and I will never let him forget Justin. We talk about him every night before he goes to bed. I show him pictures and videos. I tell him stories. We order pizza every Friday because it’s what we used to do when Justin was home.” Those tears that had been lingering on your lash line now broke free, spilling down your cheeks as you held your hands out in front of you, begging Judith to understand. “We go to the apple orchard and the pumpkin farm every fall because it was a tradition we started with him. I show him his favorite movies and we listen to his favorite music. Eli knows all the words to The Most Beautiful Girl in the World by Prince and he knows how Justin used to sing it to me every time he’d return from deployment and we’d dance around the living room. Judith, Eli will never forget Justin because I can’t ever forget Justin. You think I don’t grieve for him still? Sometimes it hits me and the pain is so bad that I double over with it. But am I really sentenced to spend the rest of my life alone at thirty-two because the universe was cruel enough to take my happy ending away from me?”

Judith actually looked stunned. In the ten minutes Steve had known her, even he was shocked to find her speechless. This did not seem like a woman who ran out of words. 

Then the two women were hugging and crying. He stood to the side, unsure of what to do. He had the equivalent of emotional whiplash. He’d been so angry, ready to storm the castle and defend you to the death if need be, and now it didn’t seem necessary. You clung to each other, sobs shaking your bodies. 

“I’m sorry,” Judith sniffed, shaking her head, hands wrapped around your shoulders. “I’m sorry. I just…it’s so unfair that he got taken from us and then to know you’re with…” She jerked her head toward Steve. Well, alright. She might be apologizing but apparently she still wasn’t fond of him. “To know Eli may see someone else as his…I just couldn’t bear it. I fear I will be the only one to remember my son.”

“You won’t.” Your hands found Judith’s forearms, hanging on. “I could never forget him and I will never let Eli forget him. I promise you that. We…we don’t even know what this is yet.” Steve would be lying if he said that didn’t sting just a bit. “It’s so new. Who knows where it’s going but if it moves in that direction, Eli will still know who his dad is. And no matter what happens, you will always be his grandmother and you will always have a place in his life.”

Judith nodded slowly, her fist coming to her mouth. The woman appeared to at least be trying to accept it. Steve wasn’t sure what the history was here. He didn’t know what kind of relationship she and you had in the past but he hoped, if for nothing else than the sake of Eli, that she could. 

“Can I…would it be okay if I came into town for his first game?”

“Of course. Eli would love it if you were there.”

Steve wasn’t sure he would. He wasn’t sure he wanted to spend any more time with this woman ever. But this wasn’t his decision. He knew when he started this thing that you came with some baggage. And if the heaviest load was some uptight ex mother-in-law, well, he’d just have to learn to heft it if he planned on sticking around. 

“Okay. Well, then…I guess I’ll just go. It’s a long drive back. But maybe I could go pick him up and…”

You cut her off, “Steve and I are picking up the boys and taking them on a bike ride. They’ve been looking forward to it all week. So today isn’t a good day. If you would have called first I could have told you that. I could have told you all of this and saved you the drive.”

“Right. Next time I’ll call as long as you plan on answering.”

“I will answer as long as I’m not busy.”

Judith’s mouth pinched up again, the crying camaraderie apparently forgotten now. Wiping away any sign of weakness or vulnerability with her fingers under her eyes, she straightened her spine and turned for the door. It was disorienting how quickly she looked like she hadn’t just been falling apart, completely reserved once again.

“I will see you in a couple weeks then.”

“See you in a couple weeks.”

And then she was gone. You exhaled, your shoulders and head dropping forward, as if all the strength you'd held in to handle Judith had rushed from you in one breath. Your arms wrapped around your middle, reminding him of Eli after school just yesterday. 

Steve stood still, unsure of what to do. Did you want him to comfort you? Did you want him to leave you alone? Should he offer to just head and get the boys and come back for you later so you could have some time to process everything that had just happened? 

“I’m sorry.” The words were spoken so softly he almost didn’t catch them. “She loves to sneak up on me at the worst times. I should have seen this coming. She’s been itching to have it out with me ever since Eli told her you were my boyfriend.”

“It’s okay,” he mumbled, shrugging. It wasn’t, not really. He wasn’t sure how he felt after that whole exchange. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“No,” you stated firmly. “I really don’t. Not right now anyway. Can we just eat?” Lifting your head, you pasted on a smile. “That coffee smells amazing and I could really use some right now.”

“Oh…uh…yeah…”

You breezed past him into the kitchen, leaving him standing there wondering what in the hell had just happened and what it meant that you didn’t know what this was between you.

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The boys were down on the sand, building a fortress from rocks and driftwood that they collected for their superheroes. It was still far too cold to even consider stepping foot in the water. The day was warm, the sun beating pleasantly down on their skin, but it would take months for the lake to absorb that heat, usually not pleasant enough for a swim until late June or even early July. 

You sat on the blanket you'd brought with you to sit on while you enjoyed the picnic lunch that Steve had packed. Sandwich crusts, chip crumbs, and stray blueberries laid forgotten on plates as the boys declared themselves full in favor of running off to play. You took a sip of her iced tea, glancing over at Steve. 

After Judith’s impromptu interruption, ruining what otherwise had been an absolutely perfect night and morning, he’d been rather quiet and awkward. He didn’t appear mad but disoriented, like a child who’d fallen off their bike after removing the training wheels and feared getting back on because they didn’t trust themselves. It was like he’d lost his footing and couldn’t find it again. And you knew it was your fault. 

Judith just had such a negative impact on you and you were so exhausted from constantly trying to convince the woman that you w were doing a good job of raising Eli. Was it easy? No. Did you screw up a lot? Yes. But at the end of the day your son was happy, healthy, and loved. Wasn’t that what mattered? Why could that never be enough? Why did every decision you ever made have to come into question by a woman whose son joined the military just to get away from her?

“Steve…”

“Hmm?” His head turned toward you and you could see how hard he was working to keep an impassive look on his face, to not show how he was truly feeling. What was he feeling? Was he angry? He had every right to be after the way Judith had treated him, after you yourself had dismissed him, telling him you didn’t want to talk. 

“About earlier…”

He cut you off, lifting his hand in front of him, “It’s fine. Really. You said you didn’t want to talk about it so you don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

“No, it’s not fine.”

“It is. It’s obviously a tough situation for you that I don’t know anything about so…”

“But you should,” you stated firmly. Rising to your knees, you shifted until you were in front of him, taking both of his hands in your own. “You should. If we’re doing this…being an us, then you should know. Judith is difficult but she is a part of my life and she isn’t going anywhere. She’s Eli’s grandmother and that means that you’re going to have to deal with her sometimes so you should know our history. You should know exactly what you’re walking into.”

“But we don’t even know what this is, right? Isn’t that what you said? We’re not that serious so why do I need to know anything important about you?”

Ouch. His words hit their mark, exactly as he’d meant them to based on the tone he’d used. A missile he’d launched, his own hurt weaponized and aimed directly for you, successfully obliterating its target. You dropped down onto your heels as he pulled his hands back from you. His hand came to the back of his neck, rubbing, as if he could wipe away the tension that had appeared between them. 

“Shit. Honey, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean…”

“Yes you did.”

“No. I didn’t.” His cheeks puffed up like a chipmunk with a frustrated exhale. “I want to know everything about you. I do. I want to know it all, the good, the bad, and everything in between. I just…when you said that…”

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.”

“Is that how you feel? That you don’t know what we are? I mean, I guess I just need to know what this is. I thought we were on the same page but maybe we’re not. What do you want here, honey? Is this all just fun for you? Is this a casual thing? Are you serious about us or should I be preparing to have my heart stomped all over?”

Those beautiful eyes were begging you for an answer, for the answer he wanted. And he had it. He had all of you. He had every piece of you that you had to offer. But you didn’t know how much to say. He had no idea how completely gone for him you already were, how you dreamed of the future with him, what it would look like, the four of you together. 

Your eyes drifted over to the boys, yelling and giggling as Lex Luthor and his henchmen tried to attack the Fortress of Solitude they’d built from whatever they could find on the beach. You could picture this, days, months, years of this…the two of you sitting back and enjoying your boys together. Watching them grow up, birthday parties and Christmases, Steve helping them with their ties for school dances, teaching them how to drive. Nights together watching movies and playing games. You could see it so clearly in your mind but you were terrified that if you shared all that with him he would leave a blazing path through this forest as he ran as far and as fast as he could. 

“Honey?” he prompted when you'd been silent for so long. 

“What do you want?” you asked, turning the tables on him, placing the ball in his court. 

“What?”

“What do you want from this? Do you see this as something that has a future? Do you see us together six months from now? A year from now? Ten years from now? Or in three months will I be just another in a long line of heartbroken exes?”

Steve reared back as if you'd just slapped him across the face. And maybe it had been an insensitive question but you felt it wasn’t out of the realm of possibility. Steve had been in numerous relationships throughout his life. Robin had shared that he latched on and fell fast because he was so desperate to be loved. Was that what this was? 

You felt like he really liked you, like he truly cared about you. But was it just his past traumas causing him to act like that? Causing him to feel things that weren’t really there yet?

“Do you seriously not know?” he demanded. When you just looked at him, he groaned. “How do you not know how I feel about you? This isn’t even in the ballpark of casual for me. I told you I’ve never felt for anyone the way I feel for you.”

“But how can you be sure? Robin said…”

“Robin said what? That I love too quickly because of my messed up childhood bullshit? Because my parents didn’t love me enough, I’m always looking for it elsewhere?”

“I mean, she may have said something like that.”

“And she’s not wrong. I have in the past. I stayed with Nancy because I was desperate for a family, a real family. I was desperate to make it work, to be successful where my parents weren’t. But I’m not twenty anymore. I’m thirty-two and I am well aware of my faults. I didn’t even see what I was doing then but I do now. I know every relationship I’ve ever had wasn’t really love. It was…I don’t know. Me just settling, searching for something, anything that would make me feel whole. But I’ve never found it. I’ve never felt it until you. I think you’re what I’ve been searching for. I’ve spent my whole life waiting for someone like you.”

This was the second time he’d said that to you and it didn’t fail to rock you to your very core once again. It shook your very foundation to know that this beautiful, perfect man seemed to think that you were the thing he’d been missing in his life, that you were the missing piece to the puzzle that he’d been hopelessly searching for. 

Your eyes roamed over his face, the flecks of gold in his eyes brought out by the sun, the freckles like angel kisses lovingly placed on his skin, those plump lips that girls would pay thousands of dollars to have. That word, that damn word, so simple, four letters, one syllable, was driving its way up your throat, desperate to be spoken. 

Your hands slid over his jaw, softly, gently, as if you were holding delicate treasure that must be protected, because you were. His Adam’s apple bobbed, the muscles in his neck tensing, as he waited for you to reply to the truths he’d just laid before you. 

“This isn’t casual for me either. I…I know my situation is different. I wasn’t searching all my life. I found…but he’s gone and when I lost Justin, I resigned myself to the fact that he was it. He had been my one shot at happiness and love and all that comes with it. But then here you came and you barreled through all of that doubt like a wrecking ball.” Your eyes slipped closed as you willed yourself to have the courage to jump off the edge, to soar through the air with nothing but hope that he would catch you instead of leaving you to hit the ground. “You snuck up on me and there is nothing just fun or casual about this because I…I love you.”

His eyebrows crept toward his forehead, every color in the spectrum dancing through his eyes that were now as wide as the moon and just as spectacular. You held your breath, your teeth worrying over your bottom lip. But then, as if in slow motion, his lips parted, curving into a slow smile that consumed his entire face, those little crinkles appearing at the corners of his eyes. His fingers slid into your hair, pulling you to him, his forehead pressing against yours as he whispered, “You do?”

“I do. I know it’s really soon. I wasn’t even sure I should say it. I realized it yesterday and it terrified me but it also…I don’t know. It just felt right, like something just shifting into the place it belonged all along. I told myself I wasn’t going to say it, that I was going to wait.” Your eyes squeezed shut nervously. “I was going to wait until you said it and I hope it doesn’t scare you. You don’t have to say it back. I don’t want you to say it because you think you have to. I just…I need you to know that I am all in. I am not going anywhere. I have already dove in way too deep. There’s no going back now.”

“I love you, too.”

“Don’t…please don’t say it just because I…”

“I’m not.” His fingers trailed down over your arms, linking his fingers with yours and bringing your interlocked hands to his chest. “I’m not. I’ve been trying not to say it too. I didn’t want to push you. I know this is hard for you. I know this is the first time you’ve been with anybody since your husband passed. I wanted to take things at your pace, follow your lead. I was waiting for you to say it first. But I do. I love you. I think I’ve loved you ever since that night I brought pizza over. And yeah, that’s crazy and it makes no sense because we barely knew each other but it’s true. I love everything I already know about you and I want to spend my life getting to know everything I don’t.”

“You…your life…?”

“Shit. Was that too much? I’m not about to pull out a ring or anything. I’m not asking you to promise the rest of your life to me. I just…I just meant…”

“Steve,” you laughed, pressing your lips against his to silence him. “No. It wasn’t too much. I know what you meant. I mean, we can’t really say we’re all in if we’re not expecting this to last forever, right?”

“Right.” He grinned, releasing your hands to wrap his arms around you and pull you in close. You sat between his legs, your back nestled into his chest, settling into place right where you belonged as the two of you watched your boys run down the sand.

Chapter 16

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[heroesriseandfall]

I think Jason and Tim may have canonically been in the same school grade before Jason died. Not because Tim skipped any grades, but because Jason was behind two grades. This would also mean Jason died before he ever made it into high school.

Based on what I have extrapolated from post-Crisis comics, this seems like a working timeline:

Here is a calendar view with arbitrarily chosen years and other details added in for reference (if you can’t see it very well, here’s the spreadsheet)

Below is the math + sources (all based on post-Crisis comics)

Before being adopted by Bruce, Batman #410 says Jason was a 5th grade dropout

(sidenote: Jason said his mom was sick for over a year and she died in the most recent February before Bruce met Jason in Batman #408-409)

By the time of Batman Annual 12 (published only a few months before Jason died)*, Jason was in 7th grade

His deathdate is given as April 27th in Batman Annual 25 and The Batman Files, which is during the school year

So he was probably in 7th grade when he died

Jason was most likely 14** when he died, and his Aug 16 birthday is before the New Jersey cut-off date of October 1st

Tim was most likely 12 when Jason died, since they’re almost exactly 2 years apart

Usually, 7th graders are 12-13 years old

So Jason was 2 years older than typical for 7th grade, and he is 2 years older than Tim

Tim started 9th grade/high school at age 14 (Robin II: Joker's Wild), over a year after Jason's death

14-15 is typical starting age for 9th grade, so Tim is clearly in the usual age-range for his grade

So Tim would be in 7th grade when Jason died. Same as Jason.

* Publishing dates don’t always match up with where things fit in a timeline. Especially since annuals aren’t always clearly positioned in related to the rest of the comic’s issues. In the annual, Jason does mention KGBeast, who he’d fought recently in the then-current Batman run.

My default is to presume things are meant to be set generally near other comics published the same time unless I see an indication otherwise. There isn’t much indication here—Jason’s age really isn’t mentioned at all during his actual run as Robin IIRC, we have to extrapolate from later comics.

**My reasons for Jason being 14 and Tim being 12 when he dies are long and complicated, but for a brief overview:

We know they’re almost exactly two years apart because Jason turned 18 on Aug 16th in Detective Comics #790, and just a while before that, Tim had turned 16 on July 19th in Robin Vol. 2 #116. That would make them around 1 year 11 months apart. The death certificate in The Batman Files says Jason was 15 when he died on April 27. However, Jay dying in April and Tim being 13 when his training starts a few months later (implied to be late summer/early fall, in Batman: A Lonely Place of Dying; age 13 confirmed again in Batman #448) and then December and more than 6 months passing before Tim is finally said to be 14 starting high school (Robin II: Joker’s Wild), and then having to stuff Tim’s Robin training, Knightfall, Contagion, Legacy, and Aftershocks into all being while he’s 14…all make it mathematically unreasonable for Tim & Jason to be anything other than 14 and 12 when Jason dies. Tim must turn 13 after Jason’s death, right before he’s introduced, so that he has time to become Robin etc. before he turns 14. Jason being 15 really doesn't work well when comparing to other comics, so I think it makes more sense to say they for some reason rounded up his age to 15 since he would have been turning 15 in a few months. With this timeline, Jason would be roughly 14 years, 8 months, and 11 days old when he died. There IS a comic (Batman #416) that implies Jason was Robin for longer than this would require, but the timeline for that makes my head hurt and it was contradicted by Nightwing: Year One anyway. There’s also the case of Dick’s age compared to them, which bitimdrake has already gone into depth about and also makes it less likely Jason was 15 since Dick was 19 when he became Nightwing (Batman #416) and at most 21 after Tim already became Robin (Deathstroke Annual 1, 1992). TL;DR: Jason could, theoretically, have been 15 when he died, but it makes the timeline so wonky to do that and 14 almost 15 works way better.

My personal headcanon is Jason drops out of 5th grade at age 10, probably due to homelife issues. Catherine Todd gets sick, and a year or more passes of Jason not being in school while she’s sick. It’s not entirely clear when Jason becomes homeless, though Batman #426 says he “disappeared” (according to his old neighbor) after his mom died to avoid getting put in a state home. Catherine dies in the closest February to when Dick quits being Robin/gets fired at age 19. Then Jason gets adopted at age 12, turns 13, and goes into 6th grade right after. This would match up perfectly for Jason to be in 7th grade by the time he’s 14, rather than 9th grade like most other 14 year olds.

(Which, at that point, especially when Jason had such good grades, why not let him skip to be in his own age group? idk, maybe Bruce or Jason or Alfred had particular thoughts about Jason continuing where he left off, maybe Gotham schools have particular feelings about that, who knows)

I do want to note, I think it is very unlikely Tim and Jason attended the same school in pre-Crisis canon. Jason’s school for 7th grade wasn’t specified, though in Batman and Robin Vol. 1 #25 he says he went to Thomas Wayne Middle School for 3 months (why only 3 months??? eerily that is the same amount of time between a spring semester starting & Jason’s April deathdate...an implication Jason switched schools or was homeschooled at Wayne Manor for a bit??).

EDIT: I've recently looked it up and realized some schools in the US do include 5th grade as middle school. So if Jason dropped out of 5th grade, at Thomas Wayne Middle School, three months after starting there, that could be an explanation for why he said that.

It seems like (but not totally sure) Jason probably went to public school, which would match up with Robin: Year One showing Dick go to a public middle school, too.

On the other hand, we know for sure that Tim attended various private boarding schools throughout his childhood (as stated in Batman: A Lonely Place of Dying, Robin III: Cry of the Huntress, etc.) so I just really don’t think they were at the same schools. If you wanted to, though, you could easily make them go to the same schools in fanfic so they could be in the same classes.

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[k-nonsense]

(Old ranking - go to my blog for updated rankings)

My rankings/reviews of all the k dramas I have seen so far (up to 26 now). My top 5 has been cracked by 2 shows! Netflix k-dramas are just killing it. I would recommend any show I gave a C grade or higher. I bolded the 5 new dramas I’ve added.

*= reserving the right to change ranking after season 2.

1) Hometown Cha Cha Cha: An absolute masterpiece. It’s a heartwarming fish out of water story about a big city girl who finds herself in the quirkiest little seaside town. I wanted to stay in Gongjin forever. Grade: A+(Netflix)

2)*Extraordinary Attorney Woo (S1): The most delightful show ever. Never have I ever rooted for a lead harder. She is the most endearing lead you will ever find. And the male lead is THE standard by which all men will forever be judged. Grade: A+(Netflix)

3)Business Proposal: Bumped this up again cause it’s the show I have the urge to rewatch the most. I can’t stop thinking about it. It’s got every trope you can think of and it does them all to perfection. Plus it’s hilarious. Grade: A (Netflix)

4)*Alchemy of Souls (S1): Episodes 1-19 were the perfect blend of fantasy, adventure, mystery, comedy, and romance. With so many characters who are so lovable. Episode 20 will destroy you. Counting the seconds till season 2. Grade: A (Netflix)

5)Her Private Life: Super funny and charming. The romantic leads have incredible chemistry. The premise is so good! Might be the one of the most rewatchable kdramas. Grade: A (Netflix)

6)Rookie Historian Goo Hae Ryung: Great strong female lead. Very good messages. Couldn’t stop watching. The most adorable prince I’ve ever seen 💜Cha Eunwoo💜 Grade: A (Netflix)

7)Sh**ting Stars: Probable the biggest turnaround of any show I’ve seen (The “Africa” part was so problematic). However it turned out to be one of the funniest and swooniest KDramas out there. There are 5 couples and you will cheer for all of them. Grade: A- (Viki)

8)Strong Woman Do Bong Soon: The main couple is absolutely everything! Just fast forward through pretty much every side plot (they are not important) and you’ll love it. Grade: A- (Viki)

9)So I Married the Anti-Fan: It’s campy, fluffy, goodness, with a fierce female lead and a K-pop star enemy/love interest. Fastest binge of my life. Grade: A- (Viki)

10)Start-Up: Exceptional acting, compelling storylines, intriguing plot twists, great cinematography, intense love triangle. It’s just all around high quality. Grade: B+ (Netflix)

11)Run On: Cute, fun, silly and pretty light. I especially loved the supporting cast. Strange storyline but it was a fun easy ride. Grade: B+ (Netflix)

12)Weightlifting Fairy Kim Bok-Joo: A bad-ass yet vulnerable female lead. The main couple just had a lot of fun together. Refreshing. Grade: B+ (Viki)

13)I Am Not A Robot: I was surprised I really liked this one. This goes in the zany premise category but it was surprisingly pretty grounded for how crazy the set up was. It’s funny, emotional, good story telling. Great character development. Grade: B+ (Viki)

14)Shopping King Louie: Adorable! Luis is too cute. I love it how he bops along like a penguin and his cute little screams at bugs. And Bok Sil is the warmest character, you just have to root for her. So many light fluffy feels for this show but it does drag a bit in the second half. Grade B (Viki)

15)Fight For My Way: Such lovable leads. Love the fierce female lead and adorable himbo male lead. It’s like a coming of age story but for 30 year olds. Storyline was ok. Second couple was skippable. Grade: B (Viki)

16)What’s Wrong with Secretary Kim: More PSJ is always a good thing. This drama did all the tropes in ways that didn’t always feel fresh, but it was very romantic and hilarious. A true classic. Grade: B (Viki)

17)Touch Your Heart: If you can just stick it out through the first few very shaky episodes, you will enjoy this adorable, fluffy, series. Grade: B- (Netflix)

18)Doom at Your Service: It was sometimes real sad yet ultimately a heart warming mystical story. Grade: B- (Viki)

19)True Beauty: Fun, cute, teen drama however, it’s a little too “antsy teen” for me. Cha Eunwoo though💜 Grade: C+ (Viki)

20)Suspicious Partner: Great story, great characters, attractive actors, beautiful romance, interesting plot, sometimes funny, sometimes suspenseful, but with 40 episodes, the plot was dragged so far out that it became hard to get through. Grade C+ (Viki)

21)Crash Landing On You: The first half is GREAT but the second half is way too melodramatic for my taste. It’s a very interesting storyline, the main couple has insane chemistry, and there are very lovable side characters. Grade: C+ (Netflix)

22)My Love From the Star: The main relationship is incredibly intense. I just wanted to find out what happened to them so I ended up fast forwarding through everything else. The age difference in the flashbacks creeped me out. Grade D+ (Viki)

23)My Secret Romance: The story of a total screw up female lead falling for a manipulative, gaslighting, hottie. It was problematic yet fun? So 🤷‍♀️ Grade: D+ (Netflix)

24)Our Beloved Summer: I LOVED V’s “Christmas Tree” OST however I struggled to keep watching. Boring storyline but great acting. Grade: D+ (Netflix)

25)Goblin: The age gap is too disturbing for me, like call the police disturbing. However, the Grim Reaper who is one of the most adorable characters I’ve ever seen. Grade: D- (Viki)

26)Extra-Ordinary You: I have never felt so betrayed by a second half of a series as I did in this one. All of the character development that it seemed to be leading to was replaced by a pretty sickening codependent relationship. Grade: D- (Viki).

Currently Watching: Today’s Webtoon (kinda blah), She Would Never Know (idk yet), Romance is a Bonus Book (loving it), 100 Days My Prince (so far so good).

Looking Forward To: Love In Contract, Alchemy season 2!

What are your thoughts on these shows? Do you agree or disagree with my rankings? Any k-romcom recommendations that are not on the list yet?

#Elle watches kdramas

[alliluyevas]

Fic Author Interview (meme)

I was tagged by the lovely @heckofabecca. Thanks, Becca :)

1- How many works do you have on AO3?

71...I honestly was a bit surprised it was that many. I guess I've had that account a while and it adds up! Almost all of them are oneshots, though.

2- What's your total AO3 word count?

204,091.

3- What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

They're all ATLA, which makes sense when you think about it. ATLA is probably the second-biggest fandom I've written for other than ASOIAF, but ASOIAF is so big it's sometimes hard to get noticed. That being said, when I sort by hits, three of the top five are ASOIAF so I guess more people are reading those and not liking them. It probably helps that my top-kudos ATLA fics are all Zuko-centric and he's one of the most popular ATLA characters in fic whereas I think the ASOIAF topics I focus on are perhaps a bit more niche.

tongued with fire (728 kudos)

i got soul, but i'm not a soldier (714 kudos)

cold fire (655 kudos)

we die with the dying; we are born with the dead (597)

the sword and the pen (577 kudos)

4- Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I try to! I'll respond to all comments on recently published fic (unless it's a hate comment, which I delete) and for older works I try to respond, especially if it's a substantive comment. I like to engage with readers, especially since I tend to write a lot of really niche fandoms and it's nice to connect with other fans.

5- What's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending?

probably either another atla fic that's set right after ursa leaves zuko and azula behind or this big love fic which has an ending that is... not necessarily angsty for the narrator but super bleak in context.

6- What's the fic you've written with the happiest ending?

I don't typically write fluffy romantic fic (I usually do more bittersweet gen focused on family relationships) but I did when I participated in the Jaime/Brienne ship exchange a few times and this bakery-themed modern AU is probably my fluffiest/happiest ending. Exchanges are kind of fun because this is very much the type of fic I would not have ever written on my own.

7- Do you write crossovers?

I have not!

8- Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Yes, lol. My Lannister twins genderswap fic was very controversial among a certain subset of fans who vocally disagreed with my characterization (I will sum this up as them basically believing that genderswapped Jaime would just be canon Cersei which...lol). That's the only fic I've ever got hate comments on, though I did get a really bizarre comment back in ninth grade on FF.net before I migrated to ao3 where the person enjoyed the fic but also used the comment to grandstand against abortion, a topic that in no way was mentioned in my fic. Sir This Is A Wendy's.

9- Do you write smut?

I do write sex scenes but I wouldn't describe them as smut because they're non-explicit and mostly like fade to black stuff.

10- Have you ever had a fic stolen?

YES LMFAOOOOOOOO SOMEONE TOOK A MULTICHAPTER FIC I WROTE ABOUT NINA AND OLEG FROM THE AMERICANS AND SELF-PUBLISHED IT ON AMAZON AS AN EBOOK.

11- Have you ever had a fic translated?

I think someone asked if they could translate one of my fics into another language but it was years ago and I don't remember if they did it or not or which fic it was or even which language it was.

12- Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yes, my first ever fic! Me and my best friend wrote it in sixth grade and it's an unfinished sequel to Ivanhoe. We never published it, though. It's really, really bad lol.

13- What's your all-time favorite ship?

Tony and Carmela Soprano. sorry. Not ship in the fandom sense but...relationship of all time. (I honestly tend to write for canon pairings that I want to build on, anyway). In the traditional sense of "wanting them to get together in canon", probably Jaime/Brienne.

14- What's a WIP that you want to finish but don't think you ever will?

I honestly don't really have a lot of published WIPs, because I tend to do oneshots and if they're not ready they're just not published. Right now I do have a two-chapter Greek mythology/Iliad retelling I wrote in high school that is absolutely never going to get updated ever, but frankly I don't feel particularly strongly about finishing that. I did have an actual multichapter WIP with the Lannister genderswap fic that I really felt bad about not working on, but I finally finished it!

15- What are your writing strengths?

I think I'm good with dialogue and characterization! A lot of my fic focuses on precanon/younger versions of canon characters ("flashback fic") and I think I'm pretty good at developing backstories. Also if I may say so myself, I write decent prose.

16- What are your writing weaknesses?

Plotting, which is why I tend to do shorter character-study stories. I really struggle with doing actual plotlines. (This is also a problem in my original fiction, lol. I'm always like. Okay I have these fascinating people in an interesting setting. Now what the hell are they going to do).

17- What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

If it makes sense in context, like a bilingual character, sure. I do think it should probably be written so that it's clear what is going on to readers who only know the primary language of the fic, though.

18- What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Other than the aforementioned Ivanhoe sequel, it was Harry Potter.

19- What's a fandom/ship you haven't written for yet but want to?

Can't really think of anything!

20- What's your favorite fic you've written?

I'm very proud of the Lannister genderswap fic because it's probably my most significant achievement in terms of plotting, which as I mentioned is hard for me, and I'm really happy I returned to it after over a year's hiatus and finished it! I'm also really proud of this big love fic because I appreciate the effort I put into fleshing out the characters' world (including historical research) and I think it is a really good work of character study.

Tagging @when-did-this-become-difficult @ofhouseadama and anyone else who wants to do this, I can't think of many mutuals on here whose fanfiction output I'm particularly familiar with.

[changingplumbob]

My top 23 gameplay moments

Thanks to @anamoon63 for tagging me! You've probably seen my top 23 screenshots but as I was trying to narrow them all down I did feel like my favourite storyline moments were not the same as my favourite pictures. So I'm going to take this tag and tell you the top 23 gameplay events I've had this year. Not all have screenshots as some of them happened before I started writing down and capturing my gameplay.

23. I did actually enjoy writing Bella and Mortimer pulling away from each other as Mortimer began to prioritise his writing over his family.

22. Seeing in thought bubbles that Paris and Samir both had crushes on the sims I wanted them crushing on. Sweet success!

21. Back when my game correctly did university grades and three out of five of my university students earned their degrees with honors! Devin, Luna and Cassandra.

20. Adding in Dina and Nina Caliente. Sadly Mortimer died so they haven't gotten a lot of screentime yet BUT I think they look great and have plans to bring them back in in time, they still control the Goth fortune after all.

19. Getting Bob his dog Dale which allowed Bob to get fit and healthy. He's still heavy set but it's mostly muscle now.

18. When Reece got a pop up about his crush randomly showing up at football practice despite his actual crush Samir being on the football team...

17. When Deanna and Paris completely ruined my story plans by kissing during a shopping trip in a different rotation, and I had to do sneaky screenshots so you couldn't see them in the background. Then when I went back to play Deanna she still had the first kiss option so I could write things my way.

16. When I was able to edit settings so that Devin and Luna could have kids that would be genetically related to them both. I usually like to keep my gameplay semi realistic when it comes to having kids but I knew Devin would not get pregnant being an actress and wanted the chance of a kid that looked like her.

15. My sims commiting home invasion before it became EA official. See Devin walking into the Pancakes house like modern day Goldilocks. Taking a bath, cooking a white cake, and only half eating some food.

14. Joey's glow up from little kid to attractive young adult was a nice surprise. I'm so glad he rolled wanting kids because if I can't get a Devin lookalike, maybe I can get a Joey lookalike down the line. Note to self, put eyelashes on more of my male sims.

13. When this new blonde girl in high school kept looking miserably at Deanna during the lesson. And I had Deanna go cheer her up only to discover when looking through her traits that she was also a lesbian. Cheers Paris for spawning at just the right time.

12. Kelly rolling the evil trait after being a destructive toddler was hilarious. I never would have picked it by myself but now I revel in writing him being a jerk to others.

11. When I got Milton to waddle across the road after Bella went missing. And again when I got him to ditch Dina and Nina and run away to see Alexander.

10. Rahul repeatedly spawning outside the Goth house for no apparent reason. This of course led to a friendship and eventual romance with Cassandra. Stalking may pay off???

9. Just watching Kaori ski has honestly been so fun. I look forward to it when I play her household. For those that don't know Charlie used Mix & Mingle for a blind date and Kaori was the second woman she met from that.

8. INFANTS! Specifically playing with alien infants like Silas and Pollock who are even more adorable and hilarious than human infants.

7. Writing Bob and Eliza as being in love. Taking the opposite nature of their personalities and finding a way where they actually work well together. I always smile when they go to woohoo and Eliza also dumps her clothes on the floor like Bob rather than in the basket.

6. When Reece got a crush on Samir after literally saying one thing to him, guess they'd been bonding off screen. In the York rotation Samir had come over and yelled at Reece, and my brain went he's probably just a closeted gay. Then I checked and he actually was! For storyline purposes though I have him as never being in denial of that.

5. Savannah and Mercedes being mini clones of Rahul. I love it so much. I also have really liked playing this latest storyline where they are not pleased at the idea of a sibling, they can be two little terrors.

4. Adam accepting the birth of both of his kids despite not wanting children. I didn't know if I could do enough to get him there but each time he was able to.

3. Keira getting sick during her Halloween party date and Marta looking after her. Not planned but ended up pretty sweet.

2. James proposing to Alexander when he was a townie, despite autonomous proposals being turned off and the fact that he had a living wife at that point. You rebel against the code James!

1. When Adam ignored autonomous proposals being turned off, and showed up in the middle of Suzanna's shift at the science lab to propose. They were living together by this point and clearly he got sick of me ignoring his wants while I played him at home.

So @azuhrasims @marcishaun @sharona-sims and anyone really if you have some top gameplay events from this year, doesn't have to be a whole 23, want to share? Also @julesbbsea17 I KNOW you must have had some kind of crazy memorable gameplay events in your game this year... *flashes back to that random unknown thing bobbing in the water beside your lot in Sulani that we still don't have the identity of*

#sims 4 #the sims #the sims 4 #Top 23 #simblr #Dag dag or tag tag

[lovelyladyabsinthewrites]

Love Song for a Vampire Pt.7

Pairing(s): Edward Cullen x Wolf!Reader, Edward Cullen x Bella Swan, Jacob Black x Bella Swan

Warnings: more pining

Words: 2172

Summary: The Cullens tell you about Victoria and the threat to come.

Part 1    Part 2    Part 3    Part 4  Part 5  Part 6  Part 8   Part 9  Part 10  Part 11  Part 12  Part 13  Part 14  Part 15  Part 16  Part 17  Part 18  Part 19  Part 20  Part 21  Part 22  Part 23  Part 24  Part 25  Part 26  Part 27  Part 28  Part 29  Part 30  Part 31  Part 32  Part 33  Part 34  Part 35  Part 36  Part 37  Part 38  Part 39

 Homework hadn’t been your priority in a long time, but urging from your parents after your return home had you at your desk; your history homework right in front of you.

Cheek gauzed up thanks to your mother who had promptly freaked out at the sight, you try not to scratch at it. Needless to say your parents raised hell with both you and Sam. Repeatedly you had to remind them that this could happen again at any time, but that you were okay. If you had the chance to change to your wolf form, it wouldn’t have happened. Despite them asking what had happened you didn’t go into detail. Merely that you and Sam had come under attack and the neighboring Cullens were the ones to initially patch you up.

A soft ‘tap tap’ on your bedroom door had you spinning in your computer desk. Your mom pokes her head in sheepishly, until she finds you working on your schoolwork. She smiles and lets out a relieved sigh. “Oh good, you’re studying.”

“Kinda have to now since Mr. Bailey called you guys about my grades.” You slump in your chair, letting your pencil roll out of your hand.

Your mom folds her arms in front of her chest. “Your schoolwork should always come first.”

“Even before protecting Forks from potentially dangerous monsters?”

She pursed her lips, dark eyes narrowing. “Yes. It’s not a paying job. You need school for that.” Going back to her soft demeanor, she takes a step further into your room. “You should go thank the Cullens. In person. They helped you and Sam, right?”

Definitely out of the question. How could you face Edward again after admitting to him that you didn’t want to love him? You felt embarrassed just remembering your confession. Your mom was right though. You had to thank them properly. It was the least you could do. You just hoped that Edward wouldn’t be home when you did.

Conceding with a nod, your mom smiles. “Good! I’ll bake them some cookies to show my gratitude as well.”

“Wait! Mom, they don’t eat food. They’re vampires!”

She just shrugs. “It’s the thought that counts, right?”

*

Sugar cookies. You couldn’t believe your mom had made sugar cookies for vampires despite you repeating that they don’t eat solid food. There you were though, walking up through the woods with a plate filled with cookies.

Blushing, you cross the threshold of trees and onto the Cullen’s front lawn. The entire time, you were going over what you would say. You could smell that at least some of the Cullens were home, but no Edward. Good. It would make everything less awkward.

That was until you felt his presence. Felt it before you heard his car pulling up to the driveway.

Well shit.

Standing there awkwardly, you watch as his shiny car stops. One long leg emerges from the sportscar, then another until Edward stands up and closes the door of his car. His car probably cost more than your entire house.

Nope. You didn’t want to do this anymore. You wanted to run like the devil was at your heels.

Edward removes his sunglasses. “(y/n)?”

In an awkward manner, your lips tug up in a sheepish grin. “H-Hey. Um. . . I just wanted to stop by really quick just to thank you and your family for saving me and Sam. And for taking care of me. Ah! M-my mom made these cookies for you guys.”

Smiling, he walks closer to you. “She does know we don’t eat, right?”

“I told her multiple times. Once she has her mind set on something though. . .” Words trailing off, your heart beat escalates the closer Edward got to you. In an attempt to put some distance between you, you hold out the plate at arm’s length. “You can toss them or whatever.”

Taking the plate from you, his fingers brush against the back of your hand making both of you jump back. Edward flips up the plastic wrap covering the cookies and picks one out. He takes a bite, thoroughly chewing before swallowing. “If I were a human I bet this would taste delicious.”

Embarrassed, you scratch your cheek and look away from him. “I’ll pass down the compliment.”

For a moment, Edward stares at you before frowning. “Would you like to come in?”

“Ah, no. That’s okay. I just wanted to say thank you. So, thank you.” It was hard not to squeak out your replies. The racing in your chest was getting worse by the second. No doubt he could hear it. All the blood rushing through your body from being so close to him.

The front door of the Cullen house opens and shows a concerned Carlisle. “(y/n). Good, you’re here. I need to talk with the both of you.”

Nope. You definitely didn’t want to do that. Especially since the rest of the Cullens smelled sickeningly sweet. Plus you wanted to go over to Embry’s and ask him if all he said was true. That he liked you more than a friend. He hadn’t spoken to you the past two days since then and you were worried.

Edward having the handy ability to read thoughts, instantly knew what was up. “Victoria. You best come in (y/n).”

Who was Victoria?

Turned out Victoria was bad news. The murders that had been happening lately were her doing. She was in the process of making an army of newborns.

“An entire army. . .” Breathing out shakily you stand up from the couch. “I need to tell the pack.” Your previous anxiety of the impending threat was soothed by a calming wave you knew to be Jasper. At that moment you appreciated his gesture and accepted the settling of your heart rate.

“That’s why I wanted to speak with you.” Carlisle looks to the rest of his family before settling his attention back on you. “We think we’ll have the best shot at defeating Victoria and her army if the pack teamed up with us. I tried contacting our friends in Alaska to help us, but unfortunately they cannot help.”

“Wolves are the natural enemies to vampires.” Jasper adds. “You guys are built to destroy vampires, but it’s very likely that no one in your pack has experience with newborns. They’re a league of their own.”

Wolves helping vampires. . . You knew many in the pack would have objections to that. If newborns were this big of a deal though, surely they would be willing to put their differences aside. Especially since you and Sam kind of owed the Cullens.

You nod and already feel tired from the information you would have to pass along. “Okay. I’ll tell Sam. At this point I’m sure we can put aside our differences.”

Esme’s smile of relief melts the tension of the room. “Thank you, (y/n).”

“Of course. To end all the killings and protect our territory, that’s what we want most of all.” You start heading toward the main entrance hall. “I need to tell them as quickly as possible.”

Edward soon follows after you. “Do you need a ride back?”

“Nah. I went through the woods. Besides, I’m fast on foot.” Already leaping over the front steps, you land lightly on your feet and book it for the heart of the forest. Once sure that you were out of sight, you hastily remove your clothes and strap them securely to your leg.

Taking a deep breath, you jump out of your human skin and into (h/c) fur and four paws. They land with a loud thump and don’t waste much time running. Through your pack telepathy, you reach out and gauge who is out on patrol. Whoever was out heard your message and sent it along until it reached Sam.

The outcry was immediate by the time you made it to Sam’s residence. Easily shifting back to two legs, you pulled your clothes back on. Already hearing the disgruntled shouting from the small cabin, you mentally prepare yourself for the conversation that was about to take place.

“We can benefit from learning a thing or two from them.” You caught Seth arguing with his older packmates.

“From what Jasper was telling me,” taking everyone by surprise, you continue “newborns are incredibly volatile and at their peak of strength the time period after they have first been turned. All of their senses are on overload.”

You couldn’t ignore the nasty look that Leah gave you. Ever since the pack found out that you had imprinted on Edward, she hadn’t treated you the same. She was a little more hostile now that you had imprinted on a vampire.

Full heartedly agreeing, Jacob makes his presence known as well in the group. “We need to end this, no matter the cost. We’ll lose fewer of our pack if the Cullens aid us. Victoria will stop at nothing until she succeeds in killing Bella.”

He didn’t want to agree, but gazing at the gauze on your cheek, Sam’s shoulders slumped a bit. “Yes. If we let this carry on any longer, who knows how many more humans will be killed.”

One of the younger wolves still seemed slightly hesitant on the plan. A boy who was two years younger than you. Freshly changed and still learning how to get control of his wolf. “So we’re teaming up with the Cullens to stop this vampire army?”

“Not quite ideal,” your alpha noted “but we do what we must.”

Your pack would be going into battle. That was something you had to keep quiet from your parents.

Sam turns to you and asks “They want us to train with them, right?”

“Yes. So they can prepare us for fighting newborns.”

Leah scoffed and her usual haughty temper arose but was cut off by one look from Sam. Everyone could guess what her concerns were about though. Especially since it was known of her dislike for Bella which had caused many squabbles between her and Jacob.

Beside Sam was Emily who tried her best to keep a brave face. She looked the way you felt: dread.

None of the wolves besides Paul (and even then it was an accident) had ever fought a vampire. An entire newborn army at that? It was all so daunting that you went back out to the porch for a breather. You hadn’t realized that your hands had been shaking. Fear had a tight grip on you. You could possibly die from this. Members of your pack could be gone forever. If you didn’t succeed in stopping Victoria’s army, everyone in Forks could die.

The cold press on your upper arm from a soda can made you jolt with surprise. An equally startled Embry took a step back. “Sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you. I just thought you could use something to drink. Plus I wanted to get out of there for a bit.”

When you release your sigh it's incredibly shaky, more so than the hand you used to take the soda from him. “Thanks. No better cure than Dr. Pepper.”

“He’s a good doctor.” Embry agrees and leans back against the wooden rail of the porch. “This is crazy. We’re actually going into battle.”

“Just a bunch of kids and only a few actual adults. Yeah, that’s crazy.” The carbonation of the soda was actually soothing to you and a temporary distraction. Then you remember Embry’s confession which made your heart wake up. Perhaps it wasn’t the best time to bring it up, but you had to talk about it. If you waited any longer it might be too late. You glance at him and his sweet, boyish face. The kind of face that warranted admirers. In your ideal life, Embry would have been the one you imprinted on. Before all hell broke loose in your life, you had had a small crush on him. But because the two of you were friends, you didn’t want to ruin it and said nothing. Embry hadn’t imprinted on you either so you figured it was never meant to be.

His dark eyes flick over to you, realizing you had been staring at him. Flustered, Embry grew fidgety from the immense eye contact you were giving him. “W-What?”

“Did you really mean what you said? About liking me. . .” You instantly felt stupid asking him.

Embry’s face glows bright red. “Shoot. I was hoping you’d forget about that. Y. . . Yes. I like you more than a friend. I know it can never really work though. You’re not my imprintee and I’m not your’s.”

You grumble “This imprinting thing is so unfair.”

With a loud groan, Embry throws his head back making you giggle. “Tell me about it. The one downside to this whole wolf thing.”

“I had a crush on you too. Well, at least I used to.”

That confession made Embry accidentally fall over the rail and into the bushes below.

“Embry?!”

“Imprinting freaking sucks!!”

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TAGLIST: @saltedcoffeescotch , @dangerouslittlefairy , @burn-crash-rqmance , @casedoina, @avadakadabra93​ , @daryldixonstorm​

#edward cullen x reader #edward cullen fanfiction #edward cullen fanfic #edward cullen x you #x reader #reader insert #twilight saga #twilight #twilight fanfiction

[scoobydoodean]

Supernatural adding a few babysitters to Sam and Dean’s childhoods in season 5 is slightly interesting.

5.06:

DEAN So, Amber was your babysitter? JIMMY Yes, sir. DEAN Yeah, most of my babysitters sucked. Especially Ms. Chancey. She only cared about two things: Dynasty and bedtime.

Dynasty aired from 1981-1989, so this could actually be a babysitter Dean remembers from before Mary died. If not though, previous episodes have suggested Dean started being left alone with Sam for days when Dean was 9-10 years old (1.18, 2.22). Dean would have turned 10 in 1989.

However, then there's this reference from 5.12:

DONNA So, how long has it been? SAM The summer before 6th grade. DONNA Mmm, I remember. You assigned yourself your own reading list. DEAN [chuckling] That’s right. I forgot about that. SAM [to the KATE] Your mom happens to be the best babysitter we ever had. DONNA Well, when I was a maid at the Mayflower, out on the interstate – long before you were even an idea – their daddy used to pass through town and leave the boys with me while he went off to... work. One time, he was gone for two weeks. KATE Two weeks? DONNA Mm-hmm. Oh, he'd always come limping back. He loved you boys. KATE Did you know what he did all that time? DONNA Little Sammy kept trying to tell me. Of course, I didn't believe him. Not at first, anyway.

Sam about to enter 6th grade—so he'd be maybe 11 or 12 years old (1994 or 1995), which would make Dean 15 to 16 years old. John must have trusted Donna a lot, because he didn't seem to have been prone to leaving Sam and Dean with anyone besides Bobby (before their falling out) or Pastor Jim (1.18). Donna would be convenient as well, because working at the motel, she could not only periodically check on Sam and Dean, but also could likely keep anyone from getting suspicious and asking questions about the two kids who seemed to be staying at the motel alone. If John knew he'd be gone for two weeks, and someone he trusted was nearby who worked at the motel he could set Sam and Dean up at with a lower chance of them experiencing any issues, it makes sense that John would do that. Hell—if Sam and Dean both really did like Donna that much, they'd probably ask John to set them up at the Mayflower.

#5.12 #season 5 #john #5.06

[taecasadilla]

At Christmas, I watched all of 13's run. So I'm back watching 11's run. I don't have a ton of nostalgia for this era as I watched it all when I was in Grade 10 when I binged all of current New Who (12 hadn't started yet), and then again at the end of 2021/ beginning of 2022. I'm watching it the same way as 13, on my 10-disc box set with the entirety of 11's run. I have each box set for each Doctor and I swear each of them arrived with broken boxes, but the DVDs are fine so I don't mind so much.

Last little tangent before starting it, this home screen is definitely the worst of each boxset, 9/10's boxset and 13's I know for a fact have the Tardis interior (I don't remember 12's) for this one it's just the Time vortex. Also, why is all of the text so fuzzy.

Time for "The Eleventh Hour"

Also you know how people are upset how Chibnall blows up the Tardis at the end of "Twice Upon a Time"? STEVEN MOFFAT DID THE SAME THING. To be honest Chibnall probably did it better.

I completely forgot they did a similar shot to the wedding episode in Sherlocke. It's cool, but why is it so long?

The one big problem I always have with this problem, why did he contact the world leaders, why didn't he just contact UNIT? Do new showrunners just hate the idea of UNIT being utilized? I get for this season not using them because it's the same kind of reboot as Gen 3 Pokemon. But it's like if you're not going to contact UNIT, why not say who you are because they should know who The Doctor is. Though I do like how that's the start of the internet history joke. Sorry, Jeff, you'll never be seen again but we'll all remember what you've looked up.

Wait, I forgot when talking about protecting the Earth they showed scenes from episodes that don't take place on Earth? And from episodes like "The Doctor's Daughter", one of the Ood episodes. I know they're just quick shots. But like there's more of old and new who you could've chosen from for a couple quick shots.

Wait, I forgot it took him another two years to get back to Amy after the events of the episode, I legit thought she was engaged and getting married the day after the world almost ended. Also I don't know which sounds more like Amy.

Rating: 3/5

#doctor who #11th doctor #matt smith #amy pond #rory pond #dw rewatch #tv show review

[thaliaisalesbian]

i get myself twisted in threads

Chapter 20: when you see it's me

Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 21

Nancy’s stuck in her head at lunch, but Jonathan knows he is, too. His grades have never been the highest—his average is probably a B, honestly—but with everything going on he’s let them slip a little more. He’s been pulled aside by both of his teachers today so far.

He needs to pick up his grades again, or he might not get a scholarship like he needs to in order to go to NYU for photography.

He doesn’t try too hard to draw Nancy into conversation; he managed to get a couple of extra credit assignments, and he’s going to be doing make-up points on a test tomorrow. He can get his grades back up, and then when he’s going into exams he won’t have to worry as much about getting an A in order to keep his Bs in his classes.

If he wants As, he’ll have to try a little harder.

He hadn’t realized that all the time he’s been spending with Steve had been affecting his schoolwork this way. Given how much time Steve has been spending on his own schoolwork, he probably should be doing better.

“What time did you want to leave today?” Nancy asks, as they’re walking out.

“I’ll be in the dark room,” He says. He hadn’t had a set time in mind. “Just whenever you’re done, I guess.”

“Okay. I’ll try not to take too long.”

She walks away, like she’s got a plan in her head; at least more of one than she’d had this morning.

It’s then that Jonathan realizes he hadn’t even asked her how her test went.

finish on ao3 or under the cut

He’s got a lot of film that he needs to work on, with all of the pictures from the other Saturday, and a few that he’s taken for his portfolio.

It doesn’t help that he hasn’t been in the dark room… probably since before Steve went missing. He hadn’t had any pictures to develop and look at like he had when Will had gone missing.

He’ll have to remember which ones he needs to make multiple copies of, too.

It’s nice to fall back into the easy rhythm of processing the negatives; he’s practiced enough at it that he can almost zone out as he works.

By the time Nancy knocks on the door, he’s got a couple rolls of film hung up to dry. Since he booked the room for the night, no one’s going to disturb them, so he leaves them up. He’ll get them in the morning before he goes to class.

“Your mom won’t mind me staying for dinner?”

“Never, you know that.” She’s got a little crease between her eyes. “Find anything?”

“A little. Our best bet is still probably talking to Steve, though.”

“Should we stop at the public library?” It’s a lot bigger than the one here, and it might have something else.

“No, by the time we get back to your house it’ll be dinner time anyway.”

Will and Mike are at the table when they walk in; that probably means that Steve is in his room.

“Mom called and said she’ll be home soon.” Will pauses the conversation to tell him. “And I already put dinner in the oven!”

“Good job, Will.”

“I was just following Steve’s directions. He’s in your room, he was out here but when Mike came over he left.”

“Thanks, Will.” Jonathan ruffles his hair, just to annoy him. Mike’s making a face at him, but that’s nothing new. He stopped being cool as soon as he started dating Nancy, apparently. 

He wonders what Mike would think if he knew that Nancy was dating both him and Steve now. He knows that Mike had had more than a few things to say about Steve at first. He’s cooled off now, which is probably for the best.

Steve’s got some of his work spread out on Jonathan’s bed; he doesn’t look up when they come in.

“Hey,” Mom probably won’t say anything with Mike here, so he shuts the door. “Anything fun in there?”

“No. Is there ever?”

“Probably not.” Still, Steve’s gotten almost all the way through his make-up work. Jonathan would have taken the year off, but he knows that Steve doesn’t want to hear it again. He just thinks it’s really impressive, how much work Steve has gotten done.

“I have bad news for you, Steve.” Nancy sets her bag down and pulls a folder out. “They gave me more work for you today.”

“I’m not even done with everything they gave me last time!”

“You’re pretty close, though.” Jonathan sits next to Steve, careful not to disrupt his papers.

“You want to talk about last night.” Steve guesses, before either of them says anything. “I don’t know why it happens, it doesn’t happen a lot, and I can’t control it. I wasn’t ignoring you, Jon, I wouldn’t do that on purpose. I just… couldn’t talk.”

“I looked a few things up.” Nancy launches into what Jonathan’s sure is going to be a long description, filled with psychological terms, more clinical than personal.

It’s what she tends to do, when she’s worried or scared. He doesn’t know how to talk to her about it.

“Nance,” Steve stops her after a few minutes. “Thanks for looking that up, but it’s all going way over my head.”

“Steve, I’m trying to find an explanation!”

“I know you are.” Steve soothes, and Jonathan doesn’t think he’s seen this particular side of Steve and Nancy before. “It’s nice that you want to help.”

“I can help! We can figure it out and we can stop it, or make it easier for you. We can have a plan for what we’re going to do when it happens again, a signal or something.” She looks like she’s about a second from stomping her foot on the floor. If this weren’t supposed to be a serious discussion, Jonathan would laugh at her.

“And we can do that. But, Nancy, come on. We don’t need a reason why it happens, we don’t need a bunch of fancy words right now. We can have a plan without those.” Steve holds up a hand before either of them can say anything, taking a breath and letting it out slowly. “Besides, I’m pretty sure it’s just a trauma thing. It’s not, like, tied directly to anything happening, but sometimes everything’s just too much and I shut down.”

That… could be right. It’s the best explanation they have, at least. Or at least it’s part of it.

“You did this before the Upside Down, Steve.” Nancy accuses, like that really matters. “You can’t just brush it off like that!”

“I’m not brushing anything off. We can come up with a signal or something, for when it happens, but I don’t think you need to be looking into that much.”

“What if we can stop it? What it’s something we can fix?” Her voice cracks on the last word, and Jonathan looks between Nancy—arms crossed tight over her chest, fingers twitching, and tearing up because she’s so frustrated—and Steve—sitting straight up, very stiff and still, and with an eerie blankness in his face.

He feels like he’s just learned something, about both of them, but he can’t describe what it is.

“I’m not a project for you to fix, Nance.” Steve says softly, shaking his head, and there’s a little warmth in his voice, breaking the frozen image.

Inexplicably, Jonathan’s fingers itch for his camera.

Nancy visibly stops herself from saying something. “I just want you to be okay, Steve.”

“I know.” When Nancy sits on Steve’s other side, not as careful of his work as Jonathan was, Steve pulls her into his side and then reaches for Jonathan to do the same. “I’m sorry I didn’t say anything earlier, Jon. I didn’t think it would happen.”

“It’s okay.”

“How long do we have until Will and Mike come looking for us?” Steve leans in a little. “We could clear off the bed, and it’s not like your door is open…”

“Steve.” Jonathan says. “No, my mom is coming home soon.”

“Not even a little making out?”

“No.” Besides, Jonathan’s not sure why Steve wants to do anything right now; while he’s healing, they’ve been told very firmly by Owens, Irene, Mom, and Hopper (that one had made Jonathan want to crawl into a hole and never come out) that until Steve’s cleared for more vigorous activity, they can’t try anything.

“But it’ll be a good distraction!”

“From what?”

“Homework.”

“We can be distracted from our homework and not be making out.” Nancy rolls her eyes, looking at him for backup.

Steve also looks at him, but he’s doing an exaggerated pout, and somehow it doesn’t even look all that funny on him.

Jonathan does want to kiss him now, actually.

“I don’t know, Nance, Steve might have a point.”

“Not you too!”

“But it’s fun, Nancy! Don’t you like kissing us?” Steve must poke her side from the way she jumps.

“That’s not the point! We have things we need to be doing, and talking about, and two little brothers just outside in the living room!”

“Your brother being in the house has never stopped you before, Nance, don’t pull that card. Holly being in the house hasn’t stopped you, at least Mike knocks thirty percent of the time.”

“Will knows how to knock, and you really think he’d let Mike come in without knocking?” Jonathan says, just to get a rise out of her. It works.

“If you don’t want to kiss, that’s okay.” Steve tells her, leaning a little more into Jonathan’s side. “Jonny and I can entertain ourselves.”

Nancy buries her face in her hands and mumbles something. Steve laughs, close enough now that Jonathan can feel his breath on his face. It’s just a light kiss, at first, but when Jonathan pushes a little harder, Steve follows his lead.

When he needs to breathe, he pulls back just a little; he can’t even really see much of Steve’s face.

“What was that, Nance?” He knows he sounds just a little breathless; it’s what he was going for.

“You’re going to kill me!” She says, looking up at the end of her sentence, right in time to see them kiss again.

Jonathan feels the bed shift as she moves, but he’s more focused on pressing Steve down into the pillows, carefully settling his weight over Steve’s hips.

They’ve just gotten comfortable with it—he doesn’t think he and Steve have actually kissed quite like this before—when Nancy steals a pillow and whacks him with it.

“I thought you wanted to do homework?” He asks, a tad too innocently. “What’s with the pillow, babe?”

“It’s my turn.” She’s got her arms crossed again, but’s a little looser than it was earlier.

“With who?”

“I don’t know! Both of you! Move, Jonathan.”

“If you don’t know, why does he have to move?” Steve gets hit this time. Jonathan would kiss him again, but Steve’s laughing too hard for it to work.

“Mom’s home! She says it’s time to eat!” Will calls through the door, and Nancy huffs.

“Do you think she’ll let us eat in here?”

“No, not when Steve and I look like this.” Jonathan says, and Nancy’s eyebrows draw in as she gives them both a once-over. Steve’s hair is more of a mess than usual; he hasn’t been styling it lately, but it’s noticeable, and Jonathan’s sure his is too.

“My turn, then. I mean it.” She kisses him first, and he lets her take the lead.

Before they’d started dating Steve, Jonathan had never gotten her wound up like this on purpose. Probably couldn’t, not in the same way, at least. But god is it fun.

She doesn’t shove him off of Steve, just lays down so she can grab his face and turn it towards her.

It’s probably a good thing that his mom knocks when she does. 

“Don’t make me open this door, I know you heard Will. You’ve got five minutes.” She says sternly, but underneath it she’s laughing a little.

Maybe they can get her to tell a story about her teenage years tonight. Jonathan doesn’t know much about what she was like at his age. 

“Coming, Joyce.” Nancy pulls away to answer. “Fix yourselves up, boys.” She says it like she’s not red in the face either, her lips a little swollen.

“Oh, shut up.” Jonathan tells her, if only because he can’t think of anything else to say. 

Jonathan climbs off of Steve, and he sits up a little too quickly if his wince is anything to go by.

“You good? Do you want your crutches?” Steve’s hardly been using them, even if he’s still supposed to. “Nah, I’m fine. Hey, how much footsie do you think we can get away with under the table?”

“Don’t even start, Steve.” Nancy warns.

“Well, yeah, we’re not at the table yet.”

“Steve. Jonathan, control our boyfriend.”

“I dunno, it sounds fun to me. Mom won’t care. Unless we kick her.”

“I am going to sit far away from you. I’ll sit next to Mike.” Nancy threatens, but Mike would probably kick her if she did that and she knows it.

“No, you won’t.” Given that she beats them to the table, she easily could have, but instead there’s a spot for Steve across from her and a spot for Jonathan next to her.

Will makes a face at him behind Mike’s back, and Mom gives him a look, but other than that, no one says anything.

The air around the kitchen table feels lighter than it has in a long time.

It almost feels like it did during the kids’ sleepovers, before the Upside Down stuff started.

Jonathan doesn’t know much about psychology, but something about it feels a little like healing.

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#stranger things #steve harrington #nancy wheeler #jonathan byers #stoncy #stranger things fic #nix writes #fic update #wip wednesday #i get myself twisted in threads #hurt steve harrington #fluff #whump #whump fic #whump writing #ao3 fic #st fic #stoncy fic #stonathan #ao3 #kissing #boys kissing #joyce byers #will byers #mike wheeler #st2

[twinklecupcake]

For the ship questions, how about 10, 11, and 12 with FreeNoodles and......... StrongSmoothie!

FreeNoodles

Who drives and who picks out the music?

Pigsy drives. Never a question, this is not up for negotiation. Pigsy is the dad who says "My vehicle, I'm driving" and refuses to ever be a passenger.

Meanwhile, nobody touches Tang's radio. He doesn't play it often, I see him as more of a 'listen to an audiobook or podcast with earbuds' kind of guy, but when he does feel like listening to music, he has a very specific setting the radio is set on and nobody is allowed to touch it. Even if they drive too far out and his radio station turns to static, he just goes "Eh, we'll pick up another station later."

What’s a song that describes their relationship? Or, what’s the song that they’ve deemed “their” song?

They've totally picked an 80's classic rock song as "theirs." The kids have no idea why it even applies or how; these two gay old men aren't telling.

But also I recently found this one where the singer compares their love to food and it's perfect:

Who gets up the earliest? Who has the worst sleep schedule? Who is the sleepiest?

Okay, so I headcanon that Tang is a teacher, so both of them get up early. Pigsy has to get up at the crack of dawn to get ready to open his noodle shop, and Tang has to get up roughly at the same time so he can get to his classes on time. Both of them also stay up late; Pigsy to finish closing up and prepping for the next day, and Tang because he's gotta finish grading or preparing a lesson plan. That said, Tang stays up a little later - moreso during exam season. Usually when Pigsy goes to bed, he'll put a drink and a snack next to him, mutter a "g'night, hon" and shuffle to bed. "Go to bed before sunrise." "Uh-huh."

Pigsy always wakes up just enough to know when Tang goes to bed, then drops right back to sleep. Both of them sleep like rocks til their alarms go off.

StrongSmoothie

Who drives and who picks out the music?

Neither of them drives very much - Goliath doesn't in general (he's fast enough on his own) and Meiyun will ccasionally drive a little moped or motorized scooter for her job, but she prefers to walk. That said, both of them will beg for control of the radio when they're passengers (usually when Synax drives).

They both unironically like girl group songs.

What’s a song that describes their relationship? Or, what’s the song that they’ve deemed “their” song?

coughBeautyandtheBeastcough

Okay no but they'd absolutely pick a cute R&B song they can dance together to.

Who gets up the earliest? Who has the worst sleep schedule? Who is the sleepiest?

Goliath gets up early, is a big night owl, and is easiest to wake up.

I imagine all the spiders are early-risers, both from instinct and from habit, honestly. And he's so used to staying up late and needing to be alert in an instant. He doesn't have a terrible sleep schedule, he does get enough for himself, but most people would look at him and wonder "HOW???"

Meiyun is probably the most 'normal' about sleeping, though she does have a system. Wake up at six am precisely and prepare for the day; go to bed at ten on work nights and eleven-thirty on weekends. The extra hour and a half is for unwinding with game videos and recordings of her favorite shows. She's not a light sleeper, but she's also not a heavy sleeper either… she's pretty average, honestly.

#monkie kid #freenoodleshipping #strongsmoothieshipping #lmk oc #meiyun

[neverevan]

Weekend Wip Game ✨

I was tagged by the lovely @daffi-990 thank you mwuah 😘

Rules: List your WIPs below (if you only write one fic at a time, feel free to include future WIPs/ideas!) then answer the following questions. Then, tag as many people as you have WIPs (or more)

(I cut it off halfway cuz I went long like always...)

1. WIP List:

so as you know my wip list is pretty long, but the active ones right now are:

• the mudslide fic

• the jealous eddie fic

• the breeding kink fic

• the accident fic

• the donation smut

2. Which of your WIPs is currently the longest?

the mudslide fic is currently standing at 38.6k and I expect at the very least 20k more... which wouldn't just make it my longest current wip, but also the longest fic I've ever written

3. Which WIP do you expect will end up the longest?

the mudslide fic hands down, unless something drastic happens and one of my wips gets away from me (though from the inactive wips I expect two of them to be around the same length, possibly)

4. Which WIP is your favourite to write/the most enjoyable to write? Why?

I enjoy all of them, but the mudslide fic is surprisingly joyous to write, even though it's mostly just me putting the boys through the emotional and physical wringer lmao

5. Which WIP do you find the most intimidating to write? Why?

listen. I love writing the mudslide fic, but I kinda wrote myself into a hole with it, in the sense that I included a couple of real life locations (though only vaguely) that I just had to make shit up for, which is fine cuz the show does the same, but... idk it's long and the boys spend quite a large chunk of the story separate and it makes me worry that people will find it boring or just idk will be nitpicky about it... like, I have confidence in my writing, but I'm also forever insecure about it??? ugh

6. Which WIP do you experience the most self-doubt about. Why?

uhhh I guess the accident fic?? because it's short and it's kind of written in the way I usually write ficlets, which means I don't spiral about the details that much and now I'm worried that it's gonna seem rushed or way too out of sorts 😓

7. Which of your WIPs will you seek out a beta/sensitivity reader for? Why?

none of them, I'm very much a fuck it we ball type of writer

8. Have any of your WIPs been struck by the curse of writer’s block?

yeppppp. that's why I have so many active wips atm cuz I got stuck on both of my main ones 🥲

9. Which WIP has your favourite OC? Tell us about them?

the mudslide fic – and she's barely even in it, but she grew on me anyway 💛

10. Which WIP is the sexiest?

I have to say the donation smut... or the breeding kink fic, whichever floats your boat I guess

11. Which WIP is the angstiest?

the mudslide fic, definitely

12. Which WIP has the best characterisation (in your humble opinion)?

I'm not sure??? like, I try my best in all of them, but I can't necessarily say if I succeeded idk

13. Which WIP has the best scene setting (in your humble opinion)?

again, I'm probably gonna have to go with the mudslide fic

14. Which WIP have you worked the hardest on?

👆 I've been doing quite a lot of research going into legal procedures, sixth grade curriculum and body decomposition in water, just to name a few (and most of these barely feature btw 🥲), not to mention looking at the map of LA constantly to gauge distances, but it's still kinda fun though

15. Which WIP do you have the highest expectations for? Why?

uhmmm I don't have high expectations for any of them, if we're talking about like, comments and kudos and stuff... usually the fics I just write in a moment of inspiration and just throw online get more attention than the ones I try to finetune for hours/days/weeks, so you know... I try to write fics for myself and hope that there are people they resonate with 🫶

16. Do you dream about any of your WIPs?

listen, I have really hectic and weird dreams, but I don't think I ever dreamed about any of my wips

17. Do any of your WIPs have particular complexities that your other fics don’t?

well, if nothing else, operating with this many characters is something I'm not exactly used to, so the mudslide fic and the jealous eddie fic are kinda unique in that regard, I suppose

18. Which WIP is the funniest or has the most humour?

I'm not... exactly big on writing goofy stuff, which is unfortunate because I love reading it, but I mean it a 100% when I say angst and smut is my bread and butter

19. Do any of your WIPs contain outside POVs or a deep dive on a character other than the main ship? How are you finding that process?

not a very deep dive, but I do touch on a side character's background in the mudslide fic, no outside povs though

20. Tell us one thing we don’t know about one or more of your WIPs

idk?? uhh it's not an active wip, but all I could think about is that Homesick For Your Skin isn't my first parallel universe fic, but it's the first one I had to work out without magic 🪄

I'm sure most of you have already done this, but here are five no pressure tags anyway:

@forthewolves @jesuisici33 @callaplums @ladydorian05 @disasterbuckdiaz

#writing #tag games

[justreadertings]

Coffee Shop Rules

Hi everybody! I made this to celebrate me putting in my two weeks notice at the one and only Bob Evans lol. I have worked saturday and sunday mornings this entire quarter of school (don’t ask how I don’t know how I did it either). But I officially have days to sleep in! Anyway, here’s to the brave thing I did. Also coffee shop aus can be injected in my bloodstream, I love it here. Also, mind the editing, this is the THIRD time I’ve tried to upload this to tumblr before I clicked out of it accidnetly. Twice. Please be kind to me. Ok, enjoy this little fic!- All my love, Magee

Masterlist

2900 Words

TW: Cursing, mentions of domestic violence, unwanted advances, working in a restaurant (this last one is for me)

Coffee Shop Rules

Rowan hated his job until noon. He had no one to calm him down, or rationalize that he couldn’t just snap at customers. But they were getting on his last nerve, today especially.

The Mistward was a restaurant that both he and his best friend worked at, and on Sundays, after the church rush, Rowan was at his wits end. He glanced at the clock. It was 11:57. But that meant he still probably had around ten minutes, because she was always late. He turned back to the register. 

“Hi there,” He said, just doing the motions, checking out customers one by one. He and Aelin both hosted, but she was much better at it than he was. She was always up there, making conversation with the customers, getting to know them, complimenting their jewelry. He’d asked her before why she complimented the old ladies with the most atrocious bulky necklaces the most, and she said it was a test, because if the old lady was thrilled about the compliment, it probably meant that her husband had stopped complimenting her. He was all very confused by her science, but he couldn’t deny how much he loved when Aelin would pop up on her toes and tell him in a hushed voice, “table 30? That guy is awful. She nearly cried, Rowan. Told me where to buy myself a set, too”

Gods, he wanted her to get here. He glanced down at the clock. 12:06. Rowan slyly took out his phone, quickly sending a you ok? text to her. She called him a buzzard when he got worried about her, but she’d already gotten into a fender bender once this year. His heart had nearly stopped when she had called him, asking him to pick her up.

Then, the doors opened, and there, in her golden glory, was Aelin. No apron, no nametag, and almost seven minutes late. Rowan smiled. She was fine, then. 

“Sorry sorry sorry,” she said, stopping to very quickly kiss his cheek before going back to put her bag away. 

The old woman at the register smiled. “I used to work with my husband,” she said, voice conspiring. “We just loved it.”

Rowan knew what she was insinuating, it was the same thing that nearly all the old couples suggested. Rowan knew that they just didn’t get modern relationships. That it was totally normal how close he and Aelin were, and it didn’t mean they had to be dating or anything. But Rowan had learned to let the comments slide. He gave her back her change, with a tight smile and a nod.

Aelin was pulling her hair up into a ponytail as she came around the counter. “Bye Pam!” She yelled, waving goodbye to the woman. The lady chuckled and waved back.

Rowan turned to her, an eyebrow raised. “How do you know her name?”

Aelin tied her apron around her waist, rolling her cerulean eyes. “I know all our regulars.” She finally looked up at him. “How do I look?”

His body warmed as he looked at her. Like she even had to ask. She looked as effortlessly gorgeous now as she did in freshman year. When she’d moved in all his classes, rivaling him for the best grades, the hardest worker, and the biggest kiss-ass to the teacher… well he wasn’t her biggest fan. In fact, they’d spent the first two years of highschool torturing each other, slipping mean notes into lockers, or setting each other up on fake dates. The problem was, his friend group since elementary school was all a huge fan of hers and her friends. Soon, they all became one group, and they’d had to just deal with each other. 

But it wasn’t until Aelin showed up at his house, the first to their group hangouts- which had been weird considering her petulance for running late- with a cleverly hidden bruised cheek, that they’d started talking. Growing up, Rowan’s closest friend, Lorcan, was two years older, and had tried to hide his own fair share of bruises. He’d moved out his senior year, but Rowan still knew how to figure that kind of thing out. He’d known her foster dad was an ass… but this was too far. She had sat in his house for probably ten minutes, insisting she was fine, until she broke down and told him. Everything. 

Since then, their friendship had grown, and he considered her his best friend. She just… understood him. They were on the same wavelength. He was very grateful that they got the summer before college to hang out, before they went to Orynth U together. He knew a lot could change in college, that they’d be busy. But he was also grateful that Aelin could get out of the hellhole that had been the last five years of her life.

Speaking of… Rowan’s eye caught on her wrist, circled with little purple finger indents. His chest tightened. He reached out, soothing his thumb over it.

Immediately, Aelin shook her head. “It’s fine. This one wasn’t… I was stupid.”

Rowan pressed his lips to the bruise, feeling horribly protective of her. “It’s not your fault.” He’d probably said that to her a million times. 

“I brought home a pregnancy test.” She said, as if that explained the bruises.

Rowan’s hand dropped her as his fell slack to his sides. Aelin pointed behind him. “Customers,” she said. 

Rowan shook his head a bit at her, questions soaring through his mind. But he didn’t even have time to ask her to clarify what the hell she was talking about before she was off making hot chocolates for Luca, one of their servers. 

He didn’t… he didn’t even know she was doing… that. Or at least, if she had, he assumed she would have told him. Not that he was entitled to her information but, they just told each other everything. She knew that he slept with Lyria Willow their junior year. He knew that she hadn’t slept with Dorian, or Chaol. He knew that she had almost slept with Sam, but decided against it at the last moment. She’d gotten freaked out and had come over, crying in his bed that something was wrong with her. Gods, as if that was possible. He was still trying to convince her that she wasn’t broken. In a lot of places. But she was pretty scared off from dating since then. 

So was this a fling thing? Something she hadn’t thought about? Or was she dating someone and hadn’t told him? He hated the thought of that. Hated the thought of her with anyone, really, but… if she was buying a pregnancy test, this guy had to be-

“Ro?”

He snapped out of his thoughts. Rowan was sure his eyes were as wide as saucers, because Aelin had a quirky little smile on her face. “It was for Lysandra.”

Everything in his body relaxed. He knew she would have told him if she’d had sex. If she was dating anyone. The relief in his chest was so heavy, he had to push it away, and not dig in on why, exactly he was so relieved. He was working, and he did not have time to think about the complexities of that question. 

 “Thank gods,” he muttered.

At that, she flicked the side of his head. “Are you saying I wouldn’t make a good teen mother? Because I take offense to that.”

He rolled his eyes. “I was just missing a biggg chunk of story there if that test had been for you.'' They began walking towards where they kept the pumpkin bread, beginning to package it and put it in the display case. It was pretty slow now, the cold weather warding off most of their customers. Since about ninety percent of their clientele were over the age of sixty, even their busiest days were slow when the weather cooled.

Aelin put the stickers on the boxes when Rowan finished removing the wrappers and placing them in the box. They worked like this a lot, in an assembly line. Mostly so they could talk. Not that Emrys cared that much. The owner had always told them, as long as everyone leaves fed and happy, you can do whatever you want.

He was a great boss.

“Look,” Aelin said, blowing a tendril of her hair out of her face. “Lysandra didn’t actually think she was pregnant. She was just a little late, and wanted to double check.”

He frowned, eyes still catching on her blue and purple wrist. “That still doesn’t explain why you went home with it.”

Aelin laughed. “Because her uncle would kill her if he knew she was sleeping with my cousin, who’s literally four years older than her.” Aelin cringed. “Gods that's gross.” 

Rowan was still frowning. “Doesn’t Lysandra know that Arobynn wouldn’t be too thrilled if he found it either. Which he clearly did.”

Aelin stiffened a little bit at his tone. “I was just helping her out. I honestly forgot it was in my pocket.”

Ignoring the problem for a moment, Rowan blinked at her in shock. “You put something she-” he lowered his voice for the sake of the people eating beyond the counter- “peed on in you pocket?”

Aelin actually laughed at him. “Please,” she waved her hand. “Lysandra and I have shared underwear before.”

Rowan made a horrified face.

“Did you see any lines in my prom dress?”

Rowan’s face heated at the thought of her prom dress. It was black, with a deep v neck, a golden dragon that rode up the back of her body and hugged every single one of her curves. He couldn’t deny she was gorgeous. You’d have to be insane to think she wasn’t.

His face heated further. “You told us all that you went commando.” His knee had hit the top of their table and rattled their drinks that night when she had told them all that fact. For the rest of the night, he’d struggled to forget. He couldn’t even dance with her like she’d wanted for most of the night, afraid of how little fabric actually was between them.

Aelin shrugged. “I did. But I tried on her supposed ‘no line’ underwear beforehand.”

Rowan muttered, “demon.”

Aelin just smiled, but turned her cheek to see a guy at the register. Immediately, she went for her nose. “Not it!”

Rowan sighed, before taking off his plastic gloves. He pinched her side. “You’re lucky you're cute.”

Aelin only laughed, after an aggressive bat of his hand away from her before slipping on the gloves he abandoned to finish wrapping up the bread.

After working so long at a place like this, Rowan had gotten used to not only reading people’s vibes, but also making snap judgements on people. And he didn’t like this guy. He was clearly a frat boy, but his face was… creepy. Rowan knew that he was objectively attractive, tawny eyes and dark hair, but he couldn’t describe him anyway else. He was just creepy.

Rowan just took the receipt though, doing his normal, “how as everything”, and such.

The guy had answered fine, but Rowan was already fishing out cash for him. 

“Damn,” the guy said. Rowan bristled a little, glancing up. But the guy was looking behind him. “Was she on the menu? I would’ve ordered that instead.”

Rowan’s muscles went taunt. Was this guy kidding? Rowan had seen his fair share of guys hit on Aelin, had heard enough old guys say weird shit to her… but seriously? Calling her a that?

“Excuse me?” Rowan just said, hoping to make him uncomfortable.

The man just smirked, and it felt slimy to Rowan. “I’m just saying, I would’ve much rather had her at our table than shrimp over there.”

Rowan just handed him the cash, hoping he’d leave. He just didn’t like the vibe this guy was giving off. And yeah, maybe he was an “overprotective buzzard” like Aelin liked to call him- but he wanted him gone.

Of course, because she had to be difficult, Aelin chose that moment to turn and start displaying the bread. The man called out to her, before Rowan could give her the signal to get out if she didn’t want to be hit on, “Hey babe.”

Aelin frowned, looking him up and down. “Unless you’re talking to our little pig plushies in the front, I don’t believe anyone here goes by that name.”

The man just kept smirking. “So, she talks.”

Aelin turned around to grab more bread, continuing her job. “Most women do.”

“And so feisty. I like that.”

“So did your mom,” Aelin snarked. Rowan smiled into his hand. Gods, he just loved her.  Loved her classic fire. It was all very Aelin. 

The man faulterd a bit, but recovered, a little bit of ire in his voice, “So she wants to play hard to get, huh?”

“She,” Aelin remarked, “Has a name. And she also has a boyfriend.”

Rowan’s heart nearly faltered until he realized she was probably just talking about him. He was her fake boyfriend all the time, when she needed it as a cover. They’d kissed a couple of times anyway, just little pecks, so it wasn’t that big of a deal. They’d never really set boundaries, but he knew it was good for a time like this. Even if it was sometimes… confusing.

The guy just stuck his hand over the counter. “Cairn.”

Aelin didn’t shake it, but said in the same tone, “Working.”

Cairn nodded to Rowan, who hadn’t left the counter, wanting to make sure this guy left. He sure as hell wasn’t gonna leave Aelin alone with this guy. Rowan had left her alone, had let her convince him that it was fine if he dropped her off at home one too many times. So yeah, he was probably too protective, but it stemmed from what his mom told him was anxiety. He guessed that made sense. Lorcan’s life had probably made him protective, and his dad’s death had definitely made him overbearing. But Aelin’s life had probably made him anxious. 

“This your boyfriend?”

Rowan squinted at him, but responded, “the one and only.”

Aelin glanced at him a thank you. He shot back, don’t mention it. 

“You can do better,” Cairn said, dismissively.

What the hell was wrong with this guy? Yeah, Rowan wasn’t her boyfriend, but what if he was? Now, could Aelin do better than him? Definitely, Rowan decided a long, long time ago. But this dick didn’t have to say that, and he definitely shouldn’t if he had a chance with her- which Rowan knew he didn’t. 

Either way, Rowan was done with this guy. He stalked up behind Aelin, who had the same “what the fuck is the matter with this guy?” look on her face. Rowan pointed to the door. “Sorry, no dicks allowed in here. Coffee shop rules.”

Cairn’s face went from entitled to pissed. “Who the fuck do you think you are?” His voice was raised loud enough that the few customers still left raised their eyes to the counter. 

Aelin slid closer to him, and Rowan was reminded how much she hated aggressive men. How triggering it was for her. It was the only thing that kept him from throwing the guy out on his ass himself.

“Get out of here, man. Take your fit outside, or find someone else to bother.”

Cairn looked her up and down again, and Rowan slipped his arm around her. “You’re a bitch.”

Aelin’s fingers dug into his arm, but she only said, causally. “And you’re pathetic.” She pointed to the door. “No dicks allowed,” she repeated. “Coffee shop rules.”

The man grunted but eventually stomped his way outside, not without slamming the door of course. Aelin jumped from it. 

Rowan turned to her then, slipping his arms around her as she leaned back against the counter, eyes closed. “You ok?” he asked, voice low. She nodded, but he knew it was a lie. He tucked that tendril of her hair that she could never seem to get clipped up behind her ear.

Aelin sighed a little. “We should have that sign made,” she said, voice low.

He snorted, but brought his hand up to hold her jaw. “How about I get you some water?” He knew she was bothered. Scenes like that didn’t normally happen here, which was part of the appeal. She’d always get really tense when they were around people arguing, and their quiet little breakfast place was supposed to be her haven away from the crazy. 

Aelin nodded, eyes still closed. He held her jaw there for a second more, before pressing a kiss to her golden hair, and grabbing her that water. When he returned with it, her eyes were open, but her damned bruised hand was brushing over her mouth, worried. She took it from him, grateful, but there was something churning in her eyes. 

“Fireheart,” he asked, knowing it was the name her parents had given her before they’d died when she was eight. “Whats-”

But before he could finish, she’d risen up on her toes and pressed the softest of kisses to his mouth. “Thank you, Rowan.” 

Customers came in then, and she was off, busying herself around, grabbing menus for them before he could even react. Rowan placed his own fingers on his mouth, trying to process. He was starting to think this no boundaries thing was going to be a problem.

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Characters

(1. Name,2. parent(s),3.Sexuality/gender,4.pronouns,5. Miraculous, 6. romance, 7. Special talents,8. Future aspirations,9. Cooking, baking?,10. Siblings? 11. Oldest, youngest or middle?,12. Age,13. Nuerospicy?,14.love language,15. Fav color, 16. fav subjects,17. Glasses,18. Fun fact)

Emma/Feyline:

Adrien and Marinette's daughter

Sapphic

she/her

Black cat miraculous

Dating Anthea as Feyline

Incredible artist

Plans to work for her mother designing and drawing clothes for her fashion brand

Likes to cook but HATES baking

Two brothers

Eldest sibling

16

ADHD

HOPELESS romantic. Brings Anthea roses, chocolates, teddies etc

Fav color is green (Wonder why…)

Favorite subjects: art, english and theatre

Wears contacts instead of glasses

Random fact: she’s a major Neat freak

Anthea/Adalia:

Alya and nino’s daughter

Lesbian

She/They/He

Ladybug miraculous

Dating Feyline as Anthea

Stupid good at coding

Already works with her mother creating websites and finding information via hacking (CAUSE ITS COOL OKAY)

Likes to bake but HATES cooking (Marinette taught her to bake)

One baby sister

Eldest sibling

15 1/2 (Is literally so smart this motherfucker went up a grade)

Probably ADHD and Autism to be completely real

Also a hopeless romantic. On one occasion she managed to turn the eiffel tower’s lights GREEN for Feyline

Fav color is red

Favorite subjects: Computer science, Biology and chemistry

Doesn’t need glasses :3

Random fact: She likes music like james marriott, lovejoy and the crane wives

Kaida/Ryuu:

Kagami and Felix’s child

Aroace and nonbinary (MTNB)

Any pronouns (including neos and xenos)

Dragon miraculous

Helps other w/ romance but the idea of her dating someone disgusts him

Fences

Wants to be a professional boxer (looks up to her Aunt Alya’s older sister)

Hates baking or cooking

Has 2 brothers and 3 sisters (Kagami didn’t want them to be lonely)

Youngest child

16

Oh HEAVYYYY on the autism with this one lads

HATES ROMANCE FOR HIMSELF but LOVES helping others with theirs

Fav color is gold or dark red

Favorite subjects: PE and History

Should wear glasses really but says “Fuck it”

Random fact: Likes to pick up their friends and carry them around. Has picked up 4 of them at once with ease

Shelly/Chelone:

Myleine and Ivan’s kid

Omni w/ a preference for women and demigirl

they/she

Turtle miraculous

Dating Roxy as Shelly

art

Aspires to be a human rights activist

Loves both baking and cooking

1 older sister and 1 baby brother

Middle child

16

Neurotypical (MAYBE)

Not a hopeless romantic but loves to make homemade trinkets, cards and gifts for Roxy

Fav color is green

Fav subjects: Art and geography

Wears glasses sometimes

Random fact: Makes her own canvases and paper to create paintings about human rights

Roxy/Oxen:

Chloe and Luka’s kid

Bi and Trans (FtM)

She/her

Ox miraculous

Dating Shelly as Roxy

guitar

Rising rockstar (like her Aunt and grandad :(( <333)

Has set the kitchen on fire on multiple occasions and thats all you have to know.

Only child

ONLY CHILD

17 (stayed back a year like her aunt juleka because she wants to be like her)

Autistic with a sprinkling of ADHD

Writes songs for Shelly <3

Fav color is blue (makes her dad dye her ends blue every month)

Fav subjects: Music and Pe

Doesnt wear glasses

Random fact: Bases most of her songs off her friends, girlfriend or family

Apollo/Cobra:

Alix’s adopted kid

Bi and genderfluid

Any pronouns

Snake miraculous

Mutual crushing on Arabella

Building machines

Scientist and engineer like her mom

Kitchen ban.

Twin and younger brother

Eldest

16

Autistic as hell bro

Gives homemade jewelry while stuttering and blushing

Fav color is teal!!

Fav subject: Chemistry, bio and math

Wears glasses all the time

Random fact: Has caused multiple explosions due to her experiments

Arabella/Piglet:

Rose and Juleka’s biological daughter

Bi

she/her

Pig miraculous

Mutual crushing on Apollo

sewing

Part of Roxy’s band like her mothers

Best baker.

Kinda only child?

Elder child

16

No clue whats goin on with her my bro

Acts Just like Juleka

Fav color is pink

Fav subject: music, english and math

Wears glasses for screens

Random fact: Writes stories

Kit/Siyala:

Kims adopted daughter

Mtf

she/they

Fox miraculous

Not dating anyone

runnning

Wants to be a Marathon Runner

Has never tried to cook or bake and would probably be brilliant

Only child

Only child

16

ACTUALLY neurotypical

Just doesnt.

Fav color is orange or yellow

Fav subject: Pe

No glasses

Random fact: Likes to spin people around in the air

Alei/Melisande:

Zoes daughter

Aro spec ace (does eventually find a partner but when she’s like 25)

they/she

Bee miraculous

No partner

Film making (like her grandfather)

Wants to be a movie producer

Has never cooked or baked but would burn the house down

Triplet

Eldest

14 (brought up 2 grades due to her intelligence and social skills)

Autistic and has a mild case of OCD

Just doesn't

favourite colour: yellow

Favourite subject: art and theatre

No glasses

Random fact: her middle name is Andrea, a female version of her grandfather's name

Doe/souris:

Sabrina's daughter

Cishet ally

She/her

Mouse miraculous

Dating Billy

Creative problem solving and cognitive thinking

Judge

Cooks and sometimes bakes

Only child

Only child

16

OCD

big words to impress

Favorite colour: light brown/orange

Favorite subject: English

Glasses

Random fact: writes fanfic.

Bluebell/peahens:

Lila's daughter

Probably homophobic as fuck

She/her

Peacock miraculous

Nobody wants her.

Being a twat (she's decent at maths)

The next hawkmoth/queen butterfly

Only child

Only child

16

Neurotypical and it shows.

Favourite colour: orange

Favourite subject: maths

No glasses

Random fact: she's not really a dick, she hates doing what she does but she wants to make her mother proud.

Saber/Tigris:

Kinda roses and julekas daughter? They take care of her and she lives with them but nothing is legal yet.

Lesbian and gender non conforming

Any pronouns

Tiger miraculous

Her and Clover are like the sun and the moon bitch

Drums

Part of her “cousins” band as a drummer

Elder “sister”(Roxy)

Younger sibling

15 (moved up a grade due to separation trauma so she's with Roxy)

So much trauma from her birth parents

Favorite colour: purple

Favourite subject: music and art

No glasses

Random fact: loves watching movies with her real family (rose, juleka and Roxy) and they actually beta watch Alei’s movies

Clover/thumper

Alix’s kid

Agender and pan

She/he/they

Bunny miraculous

Her and saber are like the moon and the sun.

Sewing

Wants to work for Mrs Dupain-Cheng

Twin and younger brother

Eldest

16

Neurotypical but devotes hours of studying on how she can make his friends who aren't neurotypical more comfortable (cause she's a sweetheart)

Favorite colour: pink

Favorite subject: art and biology

Contacts

Random fact: she knows how to play an electric guitar

Pippa/Colt:

Max’s kid

Non-binary queer

Any pronouns

Horse miraculous

Not really dating anyone

Robotics

Wants to work for tsurugi industries

Only child

Only child

16

Autism bitch.

Favorite colour: gold

Favorite subject: computer science

Glasses

Random fact: built a bigger robot so marcov could help around the house, play board games etc

Billy/Scapegoat:

Mark and Nathaniel's son

Ftm bi

He/him

Goat miraculous

Dating doe

Art

Illustrator or animator

Only child

Only child

16

ADHD

favourite colour: pale blue

Favorite subject: Art

No glasses

Random fact: helps his father's with their popular mangas =33

mona/Valin:

Daughter to a florist and gymnast (they're so lesbians btw)

Lithsexual (someone who loves but does not desire love back)

She/her

Monkey miraculous

Girl she got nothing going on atm

Gymnastics

Like her mama, a popular gymnast

Younger brother and sister

Eldest

17 (held back a year due to missing 8th grade)

ADHD and OCD

favorite colour: light purple

Favourite subject: Pe

Glasses or contacts

Random fact: dyes her hair a new colour once every two months. Right now it's red.

Atticus/coq:

Son to a criminologist and a palentologist

Pan

He/him

Rooster miraculous

Hardcore crushing on Rex

Statistic

CEO of a major banking company

Only child

Only child

16

Neurotypical but like clover devotes hours of studying on how he can make his friends who aren't neurotypical more comfortable

Favourite colour: light red

Favorite subject: math

Glasses

Random fact: works as an apprentice for the local bank

Rex/Pouncer:

Socqueline's kid

Agender pan ace

They/he

Dog miraculous

Hardcore crushin on Atticus

Stupidly good at public speaking. Social anxiety is afraid of them.

Teacher of sciences

Older brother

Youngest

16

ADHD

favorite colour: light teal

Favorite subject: biology, chemistry and physics

No glasses

Random fact: works with Apollo to make inventions so they can help Adalia and Feyline as civilians too

and

Lila/Queen butterfly

She/her

Cishet

Puts unrealistic standards and hopes on her daughter causing her to be a wreck and give in to what Lila wants

Still a pathological liar and manipulator but less people fall for her tricks as Lila

More efficient and proficient than monarch

Still obsessed with ruining marinette

This has taken me like

4 or 5 hours helppp

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[weirwitch]

thank u for the tags @thenn & @huramuna!

1. How many works do you have on ao3 (or masterlist)? - none currently, but i’ve been focusing on two wips as of late!! i’ll be cross-posting them on archive of our own, wattpad, fanfiction.net, and here sometime soon.

2. What’s your total ao3 word count? - ^

3. What fandoms do you write for? - mainly a song of ice and fire/game of thrones/house of the dragon. i have some ideas floating around my noggin for star wars and harry potter, but i’m doubtful they’ll ever be posted

4. Top five fics by kudos - none until i get off my procrastinating tushie and excavate my fics from the drafts

5. Do you respond to comments? - every single one bc i fear my body yearns for validation like water...

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? - definitely my wip set during the dance of the dragons, very tentatively named moth to a flame 🤭

7. What is the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? - i’d refer to it as bittersweet > happy, but i’d say my agot wip, witching hour

8. Do you get hate on fics? - i have not and i pray i never do

9. Do you write smut? - i have not... yet 😈

10. Craziest crossover? - feeling so vanilla rn saying no to all of these questions, but i have not partaken

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? - unfortunately 😵‍💫

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? - i haven’t, but i’m definitely open to that once i’ve posted!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? - not for one singular fic, but i am working on an asoiaf series of connected fics with my bffie @thenn! it's called the dream for dawn 🌄

14. All time favorite ship? - definitely maerwynn/pate/jon, aka the main ship of witching hour 🤭 they’re poly (bc jon snow is a bi king) and my fun way of subverting the love triangle trope!

5. What’s a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will? - probably my jedi: fallen order wip, sol invictus ☀️ the main oc is a force-sensitive bounty hunter whose name is jeska sol, and she’s paired with inquisitor au!cal kestis bc that has always been very sexy to me

16. What are your writing strengths? - felt too Cocky to answer this myself, so i relied on @thenn (as per usual)... according to miss dani, my ocs and lore changes/additions feel unique but still merge well with canon, and i tone-match grrm’s writing style very well (“u could ghostwrite twow and ados and no one would notice”). she also says house weir is easily her favourite original house. yes i have tears in my eyes, next question please

17. What are your writing weaknesses? - dani says my downfall is continuously writing the same 10 chapters over and over again bc i think they’re no good. and she would be right

18. Thoughts on dialogue in another language? - all good, as long as a translation is included!!

19. First fandom you wrote in? - this just unlocked the deepest, darkest memory... my friends and i used to write pokémon fics together in the first grade. we'd even print them off using the school printer and disperse them to the class. i wish i could read them 🥲i can still see the stapled pages and the comic sans font in my mind's eye, and i KNOW there was a dramatic arc of ash cheating on misty with may

20. Favorite fic you’ve written? - definitely witching hour, coming soon to a tumblr near you 😝

tagging: @starkladies @vecnacreels @cardeegans @jennyofoldflowers @sainteda

#my musings #tag game

[kiaxet]

20 Questions For Fic Writers

Tagged by @girlwithakiwi

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

5. I had a very long break between my FFN and AO3 days.

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

34,086

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Currently, it's all Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, because that's what the brainworms want. My only non-Rise AO3 fic is Voltron, and my FFN has a good amount of Kingdom Hearts on it.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

This is going to just be a list of everything on my AO3, so in order: 1. Making the Rounds 2. Lay Me Down 3. Lethal Measures 4. Siblingquest 202X 5. Site 39

5. Do you respond to comments?

For the most part, yes!

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

The first and third fics I wrote for the Cass Apocalyptic Series are very much downer endings, because there was a lot of downer stuff happening in the series at the time!

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

...would it surprise you to learn that that's also a Cass Apocalyptic fic?

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Nope! I'm sure I will eventually, but I honestly could not care less. That's what the block button is for.

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

Also Nope! Turns out I'm the wrong flavor of ace for that.

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

Look. Listen. Kingdom Hearts is a crossover canon by design. It's very easy to go nuts with it. That said, my most consistent crossover well is Discworld, because it's very easy to have Death just roll up when someone passes, or gets very close to it. (So far it's been Red vs Blue, Kingdom Hearts, and RWBY, that I can remember off the top of my head.)

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

If I have, I'm not aware of it.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Again, not that I know of. I'm open to it - just let me know!

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

Kinda? It's mostly been RP or post/counterpost that gets published as a fic. I dunno, does tumblr collaborative writing count?

14. What’s your all time favourite ship?

I hit this question and forgot every ship ever I will probably never let Terra/Aqua from KH:BBS go, though.

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

I have a handful of unpublished ones that probably just aren't going anywhere - I haven't worked on them for too long, and the drive is elsewhere. (Dear everyone looking at this question and going "but Lethal Measures though," I promise you I am trying)

16. What are your writing strengths?

Characterization and voice, dialogue, and I'm told my comedy hits fairly well, which is a good thing when you're mostly writing in a comedic canon.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Description, of both settings and people! What do they look like? How is the living room arranged? Hell if I know! It's not aphantasia so much as it is inconvenient.

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

I generally don't - my French is too far out of practice, and I'm not going to pretend I know any other languages well enough to go for dialogue.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Earthworm Jim, in third grade. Read it in front of the class. Core memory.

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

It's currently Siblingquest 202X, because that's what I've been working on consistently and I cannot wait for y'all to see what I have in store with this behemoth.

No pressure tags: @dandywonderous @talldecafcappuccino @trashquisitor-shirozora @tangledinink @rbtlvr @remedyturtles

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