#i love a 1 x 10 inspired fic 😭

[jennaissantes]

LOVE IS LIKE AN OATMEAL — sim jake smau

PAIRING: detective!jake x detectivecoworker!reader [reader is female]

SYPNOSIS: working in the nypd was already chaotic as it was. but working with jake sim, professional idiot and genius detective who also happened to be your #1 enemy was more than you could handle. but youre y/n l/n and youre competitive as fuck so who cares? as long as we keep it profesh and dont fall in love or anything..

inspired by the show Brooklyn 99

GENRE: brooklyn 99 au, fluff, crack, enemies to lovers, little to no angst, my take on humour pls

WARNINGS: profanity, a lot of quotes from the show bc its iconic!! more tba

STATUS: DISCONTINUED

STARTED: 21st feb 2023 ENDED: -

FEATURES: heeseung, jay, sunghoon and riki from enhypen, yunjin from le ssera, @amakumos, jungkook from bts + others

RELEASE DATE: mostly like.... by may or something (could be before that you can never predict when it comes to me i might like js start impulse posting brou)

AUTHORS NOTE: hello everybody. i am making a comeback. so i js rewatched b99 for the nth time and i was like BOOM fic idea,,, anyways i am so excited to start this huhu. startign a smau again after my four cursed failed smaus in my old acc pls dont flop this 🤗 haha anyways i hope u guys r excited bc i am 🫣 also i think i did a great job with the banner huhu

TAGLIST: OPEN!! 📢 (those of you who had sent in an ask earlier when this was supposed to be a fic pls send in an ask again omg😭)

send an ask to be added to the taglist (dms and comments will not be considered!!)

👮🏻‍♂️THE BULLPEN👮🏻‍♂️

…CRIME STATS…

1 ➖ sim: 24, l/n: 22

2 ➖ meep morp….zeep 🤖

3 ➖ mlepnos?????

4 ➖ bultaoreune

5 ➖ cantgetheadiosis

6 ➖ yns ex from hs

7 ➖ hanzuru yunyu ???

8 ➖ ? mark ?

9 ➖ oh shes beautiful [written]

10➖ QUICHE

11 ➖ jake being romanticky

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#k-labels #enhypen #enhypen fluff #enha fluff #enhypen headcanons #enhypen smau #enha #enha hcs #enha smau #jake fanfic #jake fluff #jake sim #enha jake #jake sim enhypen #jake x reader #enhypen jake #jake x you #jake enhypen #sim jake enha #sim jake x reader #sim jake #enhypen sim jake #sim jake fluff #sim jake enhypen #enhypen sim jaeyun #jaeyun imagines #jake imagines #jake enhypen imagines #jake smau #— loilao 👮🏻‍♂️

[issie-https]

I wouldn’t mind the general plots of them only if you don’t mind though adds to the anticipation🤭

I’ve just seen this, sorry😭😂.

Most of them are smut!! Some sub!Vince Neil smut, Sebastian Bach, Bret Michaels, Axl X Reader X Slash, James Hetfield fluff, Nikki Sixx smut, lots of Izzy Stradlin stuff coming up, Kurt Cobain smut, Dave Grohl smut and some more.

I also have a taglist now so if anyone wants to be added to it, you can either message me(please don’t put it in my asks lol) or you can do it via the form — here!

The more in depth plots if you want to occupy yourself with antici… pation(RHPS reference🤭).

𝐈𝐳𝐳𝐲 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐢𝐧

It’s reader’s birthday and Izz wants to do something special w/ smut at the end

Smut 4, 18 & 25 w/ angst

Izz & reader go to visit the parents and when they go to bed, Izz wants to stay with the reader but they have to be quiet

Inspired by the song patience and reader goes to where GNR are performing and Izzy proposes

Izzy takes readers virginity

2012 era Izzy smut

𝐕𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐍𝐞𝐢𝐥

Sub!Vince being a brat in public so reader punishes him

Sub!Vince Heavy kinks/fetishes — S&M, bondage, spanking, etc

Burlesque!Reader (I saw this one pop up in my requests and I was so shocked bcos I was already writing one like this but with Duff & Susan Mckagan(those two turned me bi🤫🤭))

𝐉𝐮𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐂𝐚𝐬𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐚𝐬

Headcanons(I will do A-Z and what it’s like dating him)

𝐀𝐱𝐥 & 𝐒𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡

Smut 23 w/ Axl X Reader X Slash(revenge sex)

𝐃𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐆𝐫𝐨𝐡𝐥

Smut 2 & 14 w/ Dave(Romantic & Messy sex)

𝐊𝐮𝐫𝐭 𝐂𝐨𝐛𝐚𝐢𝐧

Fluff 4(pregnancy), Fluff 6(seeing each other after tour), fluff 18(first kiss), smut 4(post-fight sex) w/ Kurt

Smut 1 or 2 w/ Kurt(FWB & Romantic sex)

Kurt & Reader take each other v-card but during, reader wants Kurt to be rougher(daddy kink) but Kurt wants reader to be rougher(mommy kink)

𝐌𝐨̈𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐲 𝐂𝐫𝐮̈𝐞

Modern!Crüe abt to preform(Home sweet home) but someone tells then that reader who was their old friend has passed away

𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐇𝐞𝐭𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐝

Fluff 13 w/ James(movie night)

𝐍𝐢𝐤𝐤𝐢 𝐒𝐢𝐱𝐱

Prompt 8 & 10 w/ Nikki(he gets a boner from reader doing something subtle & car sex)

𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐌𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐬

Sub!Bret smut

𝐒𝐞𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐡

Heavy fetishes w/ Sebastian Bach

That’s all of them that’ve been requested and majority of the ones I’ve thought of are song fics or fluff because I need some healing atm😂.

I literally cried to Taylor Swift on my way back from the shops today AND I WANT NO JUDGEMENT FROM IT!!

Anyways, I love you all and tysm for your requests, follows, likes and support! It means the world to me xx❤️

#author #writer #fanfic #headcanons #guns n roses #slash gnr #axl gnr #duff gnr #izzy gnr #steven gnr #gnr #motley crue #vince neil #nikki sixx #mick mars #tommy lee #metallica #james hetfield #kirk hammett #cliff burton #jason newsted #lars ulrich #nirvana #kurt cobain #dave grohl #krist novoselic #pat smear

[skylessnights]

Oooo I haven't done one of these is a while! Thanks for tagging me @sainteda 🥰️💖

1. How many works do you have on ao3 (or masterlist)? - Gosh I just looked and I have 66!!

2. What’s your total ao3 word count? - 175,399k!! That's insaneeeeee

3. What fandoms do you write for? - You know what I don't really write for specific fandoms, it really just depends on my hyper fixations or my otp list. But my main ones are:

9-1-1 (it's been a while)

The Bear

Lord of the Rings

4. Top five fics by kudos - I just looked and...it's literally all my 9-1-1/Buddie fics (I'm not even proud of these ones)😭

Answer Truthfully 

One Step Closer

Morning Surprise

I Miss You, Honey 

Thinking Of You

5. Do you respond to comments? - OF COURSE! I love reading comments, they are the source of my happiness and motivation! 💖

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? - You know what ? It has to be the 4x13 speculation fic I wrote for Buddie: Grief Is The Price We Pay For Love (Major death and a whole lot of angst!)

7. What is the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? - There's so many to choose from!! But I'll pick my Sydcarmy fic called Love is not our enemy because they kiss at the end!

8. Do you get hate on fics? - Erm...no?? I don't think I have.

9. Do you write smut? - I may write fics with sexual tension and implied sexual content but I never venture into smut.

10. Craziest crossover? - I'm glad you asked! It's not a fic but it's quick edit I did based on a Hannibal x The Bear AU I had in mind. May I'll actually write the fic one day...

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? - Noooo, like I didn't even know this was a thing??? People do this???

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? - I can't remember honestly 😅

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? - No, I don't think I would want to tbh.

14. All time favorite ship? - Gosh that's too hard!! I'll give you my top 3:

SydCarmy (Sydney x Carmy - The Bear)

Kastle (Karen x Frank - Daredevil/The Punisher)

Buddie (Buck x Eddie - 911)

5. What’s a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will? - Gosh there's so many!!! I won't answer this because I will eventually get to them...hopefully...one day...

16. What are your writing strengths? - I would say my poetic style?? I just love using metaphors and allegories to describe characters, worlds and all sorts. I thank The Song of Achilles for inspiring this tbh.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? - I think dialogue and my poetic style, because sometimes I can go overboard and just miss the mark 😅

18. Thoughts on dialogue in another language? - LOVE IT!! Any chance I get I will use it!

19. First fandom you wrote in? - I thought it would be Disney's Descendants because that was how I got introduced to Tumblr. But it was actually 9-1-1!

20. Favorite fic you’ve written? - I'm going to be biased and say the one that I'm writing right now which is called: The Final Bow

It's a Feyd Rautha x OC multi fic and I'm having so much fun! 💖

Tagging: @drrav3nb, @matan4il, @lemonzestywrites, @tabbytabbytabby, @cinematicnomad

#feel free to join in :D #tag game #long post

[cheesybadgers]

Narcos Fic: Old Habits Die Hard (Chap. 16)

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13, Chapter 14, Chapter 15, Chapter 17, Chapter 18, Chapter 19, Chapter 20, Chapter 21, Chapter 22, Chapter 23, Chapter 24

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Pairing: Javier Peña x Horacio Carrillo

Words: 9,337

Summary: In the aftermath of chapter 15, Javier returns to Laredo, reuniting with Horacio once and for all. Whilst they make up for lost time, questions about their future arise now they're at a crossroads, and after the phone call they had been waiting years for. Meanwhile, Chucho once again has some words of wisdom for his son.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY. Discussions of canon-typical violence, hurt/comfort (with the emphasis very much on the comfort), romantic sex, religious themes and symbolism (including in a sexual context), PTSD symptoms including dreams/nightmares and insomnia, discussions of grief and parental loss, smoking, swearing, drinking.

Notes: Well, I did it, guys...Operation Happy Ending is officially happening after all this time and I am emotional 😭😩 Chapter 17 is going to be in a similar vein to this chapter, as 16/17 were originally supposed to be one chapter. But, you know me, I can't shut up about these two 😂 Chapter 17 is largely done, it just needs some more tweaking/editing but should hopefully be posted soon!

Thank you as always to those still reading/commenting/making moodboards/tagging me in inspo posts or just sending me lovely messages. It genuinely warms my heart ❤️

Oh and I’ve added to my OHDH trivia post to cover this chapter if anyone is interested. 

Whilst obviously I do not own Narcos or its characters, please do not copy, re-post, or plagiarize this fic in any capacity on this or other platforms. If you wish to create any fan works inspired by it, please provide a credit or send me a message if in doubt.

Chapter 16: Like a Prayer

The taxi pulled up in front of the closed steel gates, its engine left running whilst Javier retrieved his bag from the trunk and paid the driver. Once the car was out of sight, the tranquillity of the Laredo countryside re-emerged, a stark contrast to the chaos he had left behind.

Following a brief phone call, he was expected but had insisted on making his own way back. He wasn’t ready just yet for the small talk that a long drive would no doubt have prompted, more from his Pops than Horacio. Horacio posed an entirely different problem if they had reunited in public.

There was no greeting from the dogs this time, but as soon as he opened the door to the farmhouse, Javier was hit by the distinctive aroma of epazote.

Chucho was standing over the stove stirring a bubbling clay pot, but abandoned his station to greet his son.

“Pops.” Javier dropped his bag by the door and went in for a hug.

“Javi.” Chucho patted him on the back a couple of times, pleasantly surprised at Javier’s reluctance to let go straight away as was the usual custom. “Welcome home, Mijo.”

When Javier eventually pulled away, he inhaled with concentration etched into his brow. “Frijoles de la Olla?”

“Of course. I’m making enchiladas later to go with it, but yesterday’s leftovers are in the fridge if you’re hungry.”

“Thanks, I’m good for now.”

“Flights go okay?”

“Yeah. Although, I wouldn’t recommend the chairs in Houston for getting any shut-eye.”

“And how about you?”

Of course, Chucho was going to ask. Javier had been expecting it, even though he had no answer prepared. “I’m fine.” He could see from the look in his dad’s eye he hadn’t hit a convincing tone. “Well, er, y’know. Better than I was.” Now that was closer to the truth.

Chucho merely nodded in response before returning to the stove, not wanting to push it further. Between everything he had seen in the press, his conversations with Horacio, and filling in the blanks, he knew enough without needing to hear the specifics.

“You can say I told you so if you want.” Javier wasn’t sure where that came from. There was nothing in Chucho’s demeanour to warrant being defensive. He hadn’t pried or pushed or passed judgement. He hadn’t even asked what happened or why. And yet part of Javier would have preferred if his Pops had given him both barrels.

“I could, but what good would that do, hmm? I’m guessing you’re already punishing yourself enough as it is. I’m just relieved you’re home and safe. And I know I’m not the only one.”

“Where—”

“He’s been spending a lot of time in the fallow field; by the windmill. He’s up there now with Luna. Sol and Leo are with the ranch hands, but they should be finishing up for the day soon.”

“Right, thanks. I’ll take one of the trucks. See you for dinner?”

“I’ll leave some for you both to warm up.” There was a glint in Chucho’s eye as he tried to stifle what looked suspiciously like the beginnings of a smirk.

Chucho’s shrewdness never faltered, no matter how much time passed. A fact that Javier, now rather warm-faced, concluded was both a blessing and a curse. He grabbed a couple of items from the farmhouse and climbed into the faded blue truck parked up in the nearest garage, butterflies taking flight as it hit him. He really was going home now.

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Horacio was hammering the last post on the lower perimeter fence when he heard an engine in the distance. He had needed to keep busy since Javier’s phone call, a nervous energy buzzing through him as he waited. Waiting was all he’d done lately, yet the last few hours were somehow the worst.

The bluebonnets from the spring were gone, but the weather was mild and more comfortable for physical labour than in the height of summer. Still, Horacio had become accustomed to wearing his Stetson when working outdoors, especially as he left his sunglasses somewhere back at Carlos Holguín and had never gotten around to replacing them.

Give or take a few days, it was a year since they had arrived here, and the months before Javier left for Colombia felt like a distant dream. As the beaten-up blue truck came into view on the crest of the hill, Horacio would have been forgiven for thinking he was about to wake up at any second.

Luna, who had been dozing a few minutes ago, was now barking at the incoming vehicle. Although the noise switched from a warning to a greeting once Javier killed the engine and got out.

Horacio waited patiently for Luna to receive her obligatory head pats and ear rubs, using the extra time to take in Javier’s appearance. The hair at the nape of his neck had grown to the perfect rugged length for Horacio to run fingers through, and untidy yet inviting stubble dusted his chin. His eyes were covered by aviators, but Horacio could see the exhaustion in the rest of his face and posture. However, the smile he gave Luna as he greeted her was different, looser, and more relaxed. Usually, the tension in his jaw was visible, like a vice clamping his mouth in place. But that was no more.

Once Luna was satisfied, Javier stopped and looked up at Horacio, neither moving nor speaking.

Javier took his aviators off and put them in the pocket of his pink shirt, which sat beneath a brown corduroy jacket. He needed to see Horacio unfiltered, and fuck, was that the right decision. His eyes roamed up and down, admiring the fact Horacio was dressed much like he had been that night in the guesthouse kitchen. Only with a few additions Javier certainly wasn’t complaining about.

“Hey,” Javier offered, his throat still husky from travelling.

“Hey yourself.”

They held each other’s gaze again, eyes swimming with a myriad of emotions that probably wouldn’t be unpacked for days, weeks, or months. But none of that mattered for now. Because this was it. They may have taken the long route and been thrown off course multiple times, but they had finally made it here.

It was a thought that seemed to occur to them simultaneously as they rushed forwards, closing the gap within several feet. Arms circled each other in a tight embrace, and lips fused together until they were forced to pull apart to catch their breaths.

“Nice hat, cowboy,” Javier teased, the brim of it jutting against him as he peppered kisses across Horacio’s nose and cheeks.

“You can borrow it if you want. What’s mine is yours, remember.” Horacio made to take it off, but Javier batted his hand away.

“Uh-uh, keep it on. It suits you.”

Their lips met again, reacquainting themselves with each other’s taste and scent as they clung together like they were one another’s life raft. And in so many ways, they were.

They soon moved to the back of the truck, which Javier had parked closer to the row of trees skirting the ranch boundary with the river bank beyond. They weren’t expecting anyone to come by this way, but it gave them extra privacy, just in case.

Not that they had got any further than wrapping themselves around each other, fully clothed, whilst resuming the kisses from earlier. There was a luxury in taking their time, savouring the rush each swipe of a tongue or gentle nip gave them after so long with no physical contact.

“Fuck, I’ve missed this,” Javier murmured against Horacio’s mouth once they had simmered down.

“I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you too.” Javier pressed his forehead to Horacio’s and let himself breathe, slow and steady. “I should never have fucking left.”

Horacio hushed him, fingers stroking through his hair. “You’re here now. That’s all that matters.”

Javier leaned into Horacio’s touch with a contented purr, the breeze a mere whisp in their hair every now and then and the trees above providing just enough shade. Neither spoke much, the silence comfortable and almost meditative. The perfect sleeping conditions, Javier thought as his muscles relaxed one by one. It was only now he noticed just how tight and sore they were. No wonder he had fallen victim to so many tension headaches.

The adrenaline that was vital to his survival back in Colombia had gradually drained away from his body, leaving behind a weary, aching shell. He curled closer against Horacio’s chest, arms encasing him and a soothing rhythm he never took for granted pulsing in his ear. Steady, grounding, home.

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Somewhere between Javier's dozing and waking, the light had faded, and the temperature had dropped, leaving behind a clear sky and a sea of stars. He hadn't meant to fall asleep for so long, but it was the first time in months he felt safe enough to let his guard down. And Horacio made the perfect pillow, apparently.

Horacio, meanwhile, had stayed awake, cradling Javier’s head against him, his fingers caressing unruly strands of hair. Perhaps it was Luna’s influence, but he saw it as his duty to keep watch over Javier, to reassure him the danger was over. To let his body and mind rest. Horacio might not have been able to protect Javier from whatever nightmare had unfolded in his absence, but he was here now.

It probably wasn’t as late as it seemed. But light pollution away from civilisation was scarce, giving the illusion it could be the dead of night any time after sunset. It was enough to lull Luna asleep across the front seats after Javier fed her the leftovers he had pilfered from the farmhouse fridge.

Whilst Horacio checked on her, he noticed a familiar item on the passenger seat next to Javier’s travel bag. “Handy this just happened to be in here.” He held up the offending item, knowing full well it was the same blanket Chucho had draped over him in the farmhouse.

“I don’t know what you’re insinuating.”

“Well, driving out here with the means to keep warm suggests premeditation.” Horacio dusted off his most convincing authoritative tone but still had to fight the curl of his lips when he caught Javier’s eye.

“I can think of better ways to keep warm, to be honest.” Javier nuzzled himself against Horacio’s neck as they lay back down, now nestled beneath the blanket.

Horacio chased the scrape of Javier’s moustache, shuddering at the contact despite the extra layer of warmth they shared. “Shouldn’t we be heading back for dinner soon?”

“I don’t think Pops was expecting to see us for a while. He was gonna leave us some enchiladas to reheat.”

“Oh, well, in that case…” Horacio shifted to face Javier, their lips and limbs drawn together like magnets. Not urgent, yet fervid and thorough, like they were making up for lost time. So much time wasted when they should have been doing this.

Zips and buckles clinked under the blanket whilst shirts were shed above it, their breaths fogging fleetingly in the space between them now that the air was brisk.

As Javier rolled onto his back, Horacio followed, landing on top of him. However, the burst of movement made Javier wince before he scrabbled beneath him to locate the source of discomfort.

His hand re-emerged, holding his police badge like a loaded grenade. “I signed my gun back in on my last day, but I was supposed to give this to Messina. Never got the chance with everything else going on.” He ran his thumb over the blue and gold lettering, stifling a cynical laugh at how the word justice had lost all meaning. “I’ll post it back to DC tomorrow.”

“If you’re sure that’s what you want.”

“Aren’t you gonna ask why I did it?”

“Did what?”

There was no holding a scoff back this time. “You know what I’m talking about.”

Horacio hadn’t expected this conversation to come so soon, assuming Javier wouldn’t want to talk about it. And Horacio wasn’t going to ask. But he slid off Javier, retrieving his jeans from the side of the truck where they had landed by chance. He didn’t put them back on but searched through the pockets until he found what he was looking for.

He wasn’t such a heavy smoker these days, but when it was just the two of them like this, it wasn’t a habit to be broken but an intimate ritual to uphold.

They slotted back under the blanket now that they were undressed and exposed to the elements. Javier accepted both the cigarette and the light Horacio held out for him. He took a much-needed drag and closed his eyes as he exhaled, his last smoke at the airport whilst waiting for a taxi a distant memory now.

They passed the cigarette back and forth several times until Horacio broke the silence. “If I had a good reason or something to lose, it’s what I would have done too. But…Javier, you really don’t have to do this now.”

“I know, but I want to. I think I need to.”

Horacio caught the pleading look in Javier’s eye, but it wasn’t just that. There was something else there, something he had seen flashes of before. The last time was here the previous Christmas, in the hay barn and by the fireplace. The first time, or at least the first time he noticed, was in Javier’s apartment the night Horacio returned from Madrid.

Horacio raised himself on his left elbow whilst his right hand stroked along Javier’s chilled skin.

“Did you ever meet Bill Stechner?”

Horacio expelled a sharp sneer, sending a trail of vapour up into the sky. “Unfortunately. Back in my SOA days in Panama and Fort Benning. When he was known as Mr Green. He was mostly an instructor for the Nicaraguan students. But he never missed a chance to lecture everyone on his favourite subject.”

He rolled his eyes at the memories of being stuck in a stuffy box of a room listening to Stechner drone on about the Cuban revolution. And that it was a civic duty to weed out communists at every turn.

“I bet that was…enlightening.”

This wasn’t the first time they had discussed their parallel histories involving the School of the Americas. In fact, it was one of their earliest icebreakers when Javier arrived in Colombia. Horacio attended multiple training courses courtesy of the SOA, at home and overseas. However, his path never crossed with Javier, who was required to complete the counternarcotics courses when he took the DEA transfer several years later.

During one of their first shared stakeouts, they talked of how they were looked down upon by the all-American soldiers for being police rather than military, and for being bilingual. They talked about how many of the classes were little more than propaganda and an excuse to further imperialism. A view that Horacio hadn’t expected from the latest gringo recruit to be thrown his way.

But then Javier always was an anomaly. Never in a million years did Horacio expect a DEA agent to become the most trustworthy person in his life. Let alone that it would be a longstanding friend and colleague who would be the one to betray him instead.

“Oh, it was.” The sarcasm dripped thickly off Horacio’s words, as he realised that the only real upside to the experience was the connections it gave him to senior members of the Colombian military. A relationship that would later come in handy both professionally and personally. “Why do you ask, anyway?”

Javier worked his jaw back and forth, gearing up for what was about to come. He took one last drag on their cigarette and explained everything. Even when his instincts told him to leave details out, he ignored his mind’s protest and continued anyway. Whilst Tolú was akin to a confession being extracted from him under duress, this was unprompted, freeing, purging.

Horacio said very little as he listened, the tension mounting in his jaw and the tightness gripping his chest more ferociously with each detail Javier revealed. Despite their surroundings, heat rose from his cheeks to his forehead and behind his pupils. A dense pressure hammered into his skull, threatening to overwhelm him if he gave it the release it was looking for. “I should have been there. I should have stopped those fuckers.” He closed his eyes to quell the sting, his voice shaking even as he attempted to tether it.

“Hey, come on.” Javier took hold of Horacio’s hand and gently squeezed. “There’s nothing you could’ve done that wouldn’t have got you killed. Or court-martialled.”

Not strictly true, Horacio thought. If he had been there and just happened to end up alone with Stechner, they could have gone for one of those helicopter rides Stechner was overly keen to promote. The ones used to intimidate captives that were usually one-way trips, unlike Gato, who had finally broken the pattern. But Horacio was confident he could make an exception for Stechner in the circumstances, so maybe it was for the best he wasn’t there after all. Although he made a mental note to buy Steve a drink – or several – the next time he saw him.

“I know,” Horacio conceded in the end. “I just hate to think of you dealing with it alone.”

“No chance with Steve and Trujillo around. Thanks for that, by the way.”

“Someone needs to take care of you.” Easy banter was intended, but the rawness of Horacio’s voice and the delicate way he kissed Javier’s hand as though it was made of glass told another story.

Javier instinctively brushed his thumb over Horacio’s lips, allowing Horacio to capture it. “I know I should’ve told you everything. I’m sorry I shut you out whenever I called. I’m so sorry for all of this.”

Horacio hushed against Javier’s thumb. “Stop, it’s okay.” Another kiss, another brush of Javier’s thumb catching on Horacio’s bottom lip, followed by a more thorough kiss. “I know. It’s okay.”

“No, it’s not okay. You deserved the truth then. And…you deserve it now.” Javier withdrew his thumb and moved closer until they lay face to face, nose to nose and heart to heart.

Javier wanted to do this as soon as he got here, but he couldn’t whilst he was still so clandestine. Whilst he was still carrying so much baggage. But as he had laid everything out in the open now, there was no reason to keep it in any longer.

He took a deep breath, his palm cupping Horacio’s cheek. “I love you. So fucking much, Horacio.” He moored his forehead against Horacio's, eyes closed to halt the glassy sheen misting his pupils. But it was no use. “And I’m sorry I couldn’t say it sooner.”

Horacio caught the hitch in Javier’s breath, and attempts to swallow the lump in his throat were fruitless. “Better late than never,” he managed to get out eventually with a choked-up laugh that Javier matched. “I love you too, Javier. More than anything or anyone.”

It didn’t matter that the temperature had dropped further or that their clothes were tossed in all directions. The heat between them swelled and burned fiercely in their chests, spreading like molten lava through their limbs, all the way to their fingers and toes. A heat that had endured and grown over the years, shifting and transforming in ways they could never have expected. A heat that cut straight to the core, breaking them open and laying them bare. Forcing them to surrender, to sacrifice their mission rather than their lives, to give it all up for each other.

Horacio resumed his place atop Javier, once he had retrieved the strategically placed lube from the travel bag on the front seat.

“You really did think of everything, didn’t you?” Horacio rasped, his hand wrapped around their lengths whilst Javier’s slicked fingers probed and stretched in return.

“I wasn’t waiting ‘til we got back to the guesthouse.”

“And yet we’ve been here for hours.”

Javier added an extra finger and was met with the quivering gasp he was looking for. “Just think of it as extended foreplay.”

“So, you were trying to seduce me, then?”

“Like I need to try.”

Horacio kept his fist around them, swapping steady strokes for shallow, teasing thrusts. “Tell me what you do need, Javier.”

For several glorious seconds, Javier’s only response was to arch his back and make the most of any friction he could get. But it wasn’t enough. Not even close. “I need you to fuck me ‘til I can’t think straight.”

With that, Horacio re-adjusted, sinking down inch by inch and groan by groan. There he held still, basking in being filled with a throbbing heat and feeling Javier’s shaky breaths beneath him.

Javier’s hands shot up to Horacio’s hips, but Horacio lifted them back and above Javier’s head, pinning him against the truck in one fell swoop. And still, he didn’t move up or down or from side to side; he simply anchored Javier in place.

Time slowed to an agonising pace for Javier as the release they both needed was within touching distance. So near, yet so far as he was balanced on the precipice. It was so close he could taste it on Horacio’s lips and fevered skin. He could smell it in the warm breath they shared and the lingering scent of Horacio’s aftershave mixed with fresh grass. But the longer this went on, the less patience he had. He wanted to chase it, run to it, let it consume and devour him, allow his mind to be reduced to a blank slate.

But he couldn’t. Each time he attempted to buck his hips upwards, the muscle in Horacio’s thighs responded and secured Javier down even tighter. The fingers laced between his own gripped harder, their palms fused together, one indistinguishable from the other.

“It’s okay, I’ve got you. Just let go.”

Javier didn’t know if it was the words themselves or the man whispering them into the crook of his neck between scattered kisses. But it was the vocal permission he needed. The catalyst to still his hips and allow the fight to go out of his hands and arms.

With each passing second, Javier was rewarded with Horacio clenching and unclenching around his cock in almost imperceptible spasms. It was just enough to light the fire in Javier’s belly, the flames licking enticingly at his synapses before they were gone again.

It was the most exquisite agony Javier had ever experienced, and the urge to rebel bubbled under the surface of his skin. But he resisted. He didn’t want to disappoint Horacio. He needed Horacio to know he trusted him to the hilt. That he gave Horacio permission to take control. That he wanted him to.

No sooner had Horacio squeezed around Javier than he stopped once more, gauging when to ease off from the speed of Javier’s breathing. Or the way his bottom lip pouted as a sigh or a moan rumbled up from his throat. And sometimes, not moving was for Horacio's own benefit, the sight of Javier so pliant and at his mercy too tempting to resist.

“You’re beautiful like this,” Horacio praised as he leaned forwards. He captured Javier’s mouth, the change in angle causing sudden movement that had them swallowing each other’s whines.

Javier was torn between lapping up Horacio’s words of affirmation and needing him closer in any way possible; he didn’t care how. Before he could stop himself, he pushed upwards, breaking free of Horacio’s hold, but only to bring him into his lap. He was expecting some resistance, but Horacio went willingly, seemingly sharing the same visceral need for more skin-on-skin contact.

With cool metal pressed between their chests, they gripped at each other’s backs and shoulders for balance, Horacio’s legs wrapped around Javier and their foreheads connected.

It could have been minutes or hours they held each other, Horacio bringing them to the edge and back again and again. And Javier let him, never once bucking upwards or pleading for more. Trusting Horacio to give him what he needed, to take care of him and relieve the burden of all decisions and actions.

Javier’s hands mapped Horacio’s bare skin, noticing the extra muscle in his arms gifted to him this past year on the ranch. His fingers paused over Horacio’s right shoulder, skirting over the blemished scar and down to the centre of his chest. Javier held his palm in place until he felt a rhythmic thrum dancing in time with his own pulse.

In return, Horacio brought one hand to Javier’s chest, clutching at the chain around his neck, needing to feel the defined edges of the cross to ground himself. To remind him that this was real and not another vivid dream he would wake from to find he was alone.

“I want you to keep it,” Horacio whispered, the fragile timbre of his voice cutting through the laboured breaths he was trying to keep in check.

“What? But you said—”

“It’s yours, Javier.” I’m yours. “It was always yours.” I was always yours.

No words could form on Javier’s tongue. A small part of him still wanted to protest that he didn’t deserve it. That it had too much sentimental value to Horacio and that Horacio’s father would disapprove from beyond the grave. But those irrational doubts were overridden by the knowledge that this wasn’t just Horacio giving him a family heirloom. He was giving him his heart, a gift not easily or carelessly given where Horacio was concerned. So, Javier did the only thing he could; he accepted it.

His mouth covered any part of Horacio he could reach. It was his way of saying thank you, I accept, and I’m yours in return. A message received loud and clear by Horacio.

Their faces nudged against each other, lips, noses and chins scraping over coarse bristles, their wanton panting signifying it couldn’t last much longer.

But instead of increasing his motion, Horacio completely stilled. He kept them clasped as close together as possible, his length bobbing against Javier’s abdomen in sync with their breaths. The concept of time had no meaning; all they knew was the heat of each other, the simple logic of their bodies joining as one after too much time being forced apart.

Javier’s head lolled back, overwhelmed by the intensity and novelty of being surrounded so thoroughly by Horacio. His eyelids fluttered open as he looked to the heavens above. Maybe he was delirious, but the night sky had never looked brighter in all the years he had gazed up at it. It was as though he was seeing it for the first time again, only now with new clarity. A long overdue acceptance. A realisation that it wasn’t his to command and never had been. That his present and future weren’t written in the stars, but they were right here, in front of him. On top of him, under his skin, in his heart and soul, and on the verge of ecstasy.

With heads resting together and fingernails sunk into flesh, their intertwined form spasmed and trembled. Relentless torrents of white-hot pleasure surged through every nerve ending in their bodies until they almost blacked out. A release that wasn't just needed now, or even for the last year, but far beyond that. One they feared to even dream of in case they tempted fate or pushed their luck. But now it really was over. And they were safe, together, home.

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Sunlight was beginning to creep in through the gaps in the curtains when they stirred, slow and feline movements beneath the covers where they lay tangled.

Neither wanted to be the first to break the spell but nature called, and Javier unravelled himself from Horacio with a grumble.

Horacio watched Javier make his way to the bathroom with a hand cradling the base of his neck. His head tilted from side to side to shake out years, if not decades, of knots and tension.

Once Javier returned, he continued to stretch his arms and neck with a grimace.

“Did I injure you last night?”

“No, it’s been like this for months. Although…last night probably didn’t help.”

“Well, I’m not sorry about that.”

Javier climbed back into bed and hovered just above Horacio’s lips. “Neither am I.” The gap was closed as they shared a kiss as unhurried and lazy as their morning.

“I can help now, though.”

“Oh yeah? How’s that, then?”

“Lie on your front, and I’ll show you.”

That was a proposition Javier couldn’t refuse, so he shuffled onto his stomach, his arms wrapped around the pillow his head rested on.

Horacio took his turn in the bathroom and came back with a bottle in his hand.

Javier tried to read the label, but it was no use from this angle. The mattress dipped behind him, and he was greeted with warm thighs braced on either side of his body.

The lid from the mysterious bottle unscrewed. “This might feel a little cold at first.”

As the oil drizzled across Javier’s back, he tensed at the icy contact. “No fucking kidding.”

Horacio leaned forwards for a second and smirked against Javier’s neck. “Just lay back and relax. I’ve got you.” Much like the night before, his words glided into Javier’s ear with a smoothness that matched his ministrations.

The sweet scent of almonds drifted through the bedroom, filling Javier’s senses and encouraging him to close his eyes. “Where did you get this stuff anyway?”

“I was running some errands in town yesterday. Thought you might need this when you got back.”

“So, I guess I’m not the only one who thought of everything.”

Javier lay his head on the pillow and let Horacio work in silence, bar the odd contented hum or sigh as thumbs pressed deeper and circled over trigger points. The more Horacio worked, the looser and lighter Javier’s body became, his lips gently parting as his jaw muscles finally took a break. He tended to forget just how much tension he carried there, the ache suddenly palpable as he unclenched his teeth and relaxed his face into the pillow.

By the time Horacio was finished, Javier was boneless yet sore. But he could rotate his neck further than he had been able to in a while, and the dull throb that had become a permanent fixture at his temples was no more.

Somewhere in his blissed-out state, Javier was manoeuvred into the shower. The heat gradually eased his aches and pains as Horacio washed away the massage oil with deft, soapy hands.

Horacio's thoughts floated to the aftermath of Diana Turbay and their first weekend together after Madrid. He felt compelled to replicate the level of care Javier took of him, not to erase what had happened because what was done was done. But as an expression of gratitude for the lengths Javier was prepared to go to. To protect Horacio. To protect them. It was an acknowledgement that Javier was just as prepared to walk away from his duties as Horacio if the price was too high. If the price was each other.

Once the soap was rinsed off, Horacio’s caretaking didn’t stop there. This time, he was on his knees, with Javier’s arms braced against the cool tiles and his ass cupped in Horacio’s hands. He worshipped ravenously with his mouth, tongue, and fingers, squeezing Javier’s cheeks further apart each time Javier whimpered, squirmed, or backed up against him. He didn’t care about the deluge of water cascading down on him; the only goal Javier’s pleasure, which he chased further by turning Javier around.

Fingers pulled and gripped wet strands of hair as Horacio mouthed at the sensitive flesh of Javier's inner thighs, burying his nose in dark curls, feasting with aplomb. As though this was his real mission and what he was put on earth to do. And Javier took it all eagerly.

It was over too soon, Horacio swallowing all Javier had to give until his writhing ceased, any remnants of tension ebbing away like an outgoing tide. The warmth of the water was replaced by the warmth of shared body heat and soft towels, by breakfast in bed and the luxury of time.

When they finally emerged from the guesthouse later that morning, Javier borrowed Chucho's typewriter. He drafted and re-drafted his resignation letter several times before slotting it into a manila envelope along with his badge. He drove downtown to the nearest post office, needing it gone now his mind was made up. Now there was no going back.

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It was two days into December when the news came. Javier and Horacio were lounging on the porch swing at the back of the guesthouse when Chucho’s voice called across the courtyard. There was a phone call for them.

“Steve?”

“It’s over, Javi. He’s dead.”

Even though Javier heard and understood Steve’s words perfectly, it was as though he was processing them on a delay. He held the receiver against his forehead as he took a much-needed deep breath.

Arms slotted around him from behind, followed by a chin resting on his shoulder and warm breath skimming across his neck. The chest now pressed against him heaved a sigh of relief so hard it reverberated through Javier's body.

“Javi, can you still hear me?”

Javier’s free hand gripped Horacio’s as he brought the receiver back up to his ear. “Yeah, sorry. Loud and clear. Thanks for calling. You okay?”

“Me? Yeah, yeah, I’m good.” The exhaustion was evident in Steve’s voice, and Javier could tell he was distracted by whatever chaos was happening around him. “Shit’s just been crazy lately. I don’t know what fuckin’ day it even is, to be honest.”

“So, business as usual, then.”

“Well, what d’you expect when my partner runs off into the sunset?”

“Sorry about that.”

“No, you’re not.”

“No, I’m not.”

“Wish you coulda been here though, Javi.”

Javier took longer than usual to swallow and had to clear his throat before he was able to respond. “I know, man. Me too.”

“Listen, I gotta head back to start packing. There’s an early flight to Miami tomorrow morning I’m hoping to make, but we’ll talk properly soon. Before I go, though…put Carrillo on a sec.”

Javier passed the phone behind him, shrugging his shoulders in response to Horacio’s quizzical look.

“Colonel?”

“Trujillo?”

“I got a shot, Colonel. And I took it.”

Now it was Horacio’s turn to compose himself, his hand grasping at Javier’s even harder than it already was. “Never in doubt.” He hoped Trujillo could hear his smile down the line, even if he couldn’t see it. “You did Colombia proud, Trujillo. Never forget that.”

“I couldn’t have done it without you, Colonel. So, thank you. For everything.”

“And thank you for doing what the rest of us couldn’t.”

It was jarring for Horacio to be addressed by his rank again. Almost like someone calling him by the wrong name, despite the fact he’d worn that one with pride for a long time. But a title was just that; he knew it deep down, even though he would probably have to keep reminding himself for a while.

Their conversation was brief, with few words necessary and even fewer words able to convey how they felt after all these years. It was far easier to joke about the drink Horacio definitely owed Trujillo now.

Once Trujillo and Steve said their goodbyes and the phone was placed back in its cradle, they tightened their embrace but didn’t move, silently letting the news work its way through their bodies. It was as though someone had twisted a pressure valve in their heads that had been locked for years, triggering a chain reaction that left them dizzy and needing to sit down again. 

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They returned to the porch swing, Horacio reclining against Javier’s chest as they celebrated with a small glass of one of Chucho’s most expensive whiskeys. Not only was the whiskey Chucho’s suggestion, he already had measures poured for them by the time they got off the phone.

“I knew he could do it.”

“If it wasn’t gonna be you, it was gonna be Trujillo.”

“I’m glad it was him. He’s got his whole career ahead of him. He can do whatever he wants now.”

“So can we, Horacio.”

“I think it’s more a case of us knowing what we don’t want.”

Javier huffed and tilted his head. “True. But it’s a start. I know I want to sit here with you until the sun goes down. I know I want to have a nice dinner and fuck your brains out tonight.” He nibbled playfully at Horacio’s neck until Horacio leaned further back with a suggestive grunt of approval at Javier’s plans. “I know I want to spend Christmas here again.”

“And then what?”

“Haven’t thought further ahead than that, to be honest.”

“Do you want to stay here in the long term?”

“I…don’t know. Pops isn’t getting any younger. Although, don’t tell him I said that. But I don’t think he’s done with this place yet. You seem to have taken to ranch life, by the way. Better than I ever did. I think you might be Pops’ favourite now.”

Horacio rolled his eyes and scooted his foot along the floor in retaliation to Javier’s teasing, causing the swing to lightly sway. “It wasn’t so bad. It was good to keep busy and feel useful again. To have a routine. Maybe one day, if you were serious about sticking around here.”

“People would talk. About us.”

“I’ve lived here for a year, Javier. I’m sure they already talk.”

“True. Everyone knows everyone around here. It’s one of the reasons I left in the first place. I know we’ll have to face the music one day, but…not yet.”

“I’m not sure I’m ready to face Colombia yet, either.”

“Won’t the CNP expect to hear from you soon?”

“Yes. Protocol dictates I’d have to attend a medical review to rule whether I’m fit to return to duty. But that won’t be necessary.”

Taking a leaf out of Javier’s book, Horacio already had his resignation letter drafted, including a request for compensation for an injury sustained in the line of duty. He had approved plenty of similar requests from his men, so he knew the drill and was confident his claim would be successful.

“What about your family back home? Won’t they want to see you?”

“Eventually. I know I can’t avoid them forever.” Or avoid telling them about Javier, more like. “I just need some time first. Even if it’s only a few months. Or a year, I don’t know. I don’t care as long as it’s just you and me. No offence to your father.”

“None taken. He gives us our space, but I know it’s not the same. I want it to just be us for a while too.” Javier tilted Horacio’s chin upwards and kissed him, slow and tender.

Horacio responded in kind, temporarily distracted from what he planned to say next. He licked his lips; to steel himself and savour the heady combination of Javier and whiskey. "When I was in Madrid, I imagined us living there one day."

“Are you suggesting what I think you are?”

“Maybe. But only if it was something you wanted too.”

Javier looked out across the plains, vivid memories of his late-night conversation with Steve sitting on the same porch swing springing to mind.

“I was always so desperate to get out of Laredo. Thought leaving was the answer to all my problems. But running away just created new ones instead.”

“Tell me about it.”

Javier realised he’d put his foot in it too late. “Shit, sorry. And hey, come on, that was different, and you know it. No one was trying to kill me when I left here. Well, Lorraine probably wanted to for a while.”

“No, it’s fine. But although it felt like running away to me, like I was letting people down, like I was a coward…” Horacio trailed off, caught unawares by the traces of self-flagellation that remained. “I knew I had to do it. Maybe you need to do this too. Maybe it’s what we both need.”

“It wouldn’t always be like this.”

“Like what?”

“Us being like…this. We’ve only shared the guesthouse for a few weeks at a time. We didn’t live together in Colombia. It’d be a big step.”

“Yes, it would. But it wouldn’t be until next year. And Madrid wouldn’t have to be forever, either.”

“Never said it was a bad thing.” Javier’s eyes locked onto Horacio’s as palm met cheek. “I want to build a home with you, Horacio. Wherever that happens to be. My future is your future.”

Their lips met again, Horacio’s hand finding its way into Javier’s hair as they sunk into it, only pulling apart when necessary.

“Madrid it is, then?”

“Madrid it is.”

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The days following Escobar’s death were something of a blur. If they switched the TV or radio on or picked up a newspaper, there was one story. Funnily enough, neither Javier nor Horacio required a blow-by-blow account of any of it. People Chucho hadn’t heard from in years suddenly called or conveniently stopped by the ranch. A couple of plucky journalists attempted the same tactic but got no further than the front gate.

One of the journalists had got wind of Judy Moncada’s 15 minutes of fame in the Miami Herald and wanted Javier to go on record. The article was published a few days after Javier left Colombia; however, it took longer to appear in the Laredo press. Luckily for Javier, his local ‘hero’ status meant few people bought it. Judy was nothing more than a desperate, washed-up criminal in their eyes. But there was a strange, conflicted part of Javier that would always be grateful to her despite everything.

Phone calls to Miami and Medellín revealed Steve and Trujillo had similar weeks. Not only did Steve have to answer questions about Escobar’s final moments, but he also had to defend his former partner. And fend off accusations from less respectable publications that he was in on it all too.

Meanwhile, Trujillo was Colombia’s new hero. He already had an offer of a promotion from Captain to Major bestowed upon him, which had Horacio smiling into the receiver again when he heard the news.

The only escape they had from the media circus was getting stuck into the jobs that needed doing on the ranch. Which was business as usual from Horacio’s point of view, but it was more of an adjustment for Javier.

But he figured he should at least try, which was why he found himself up to his eyes in paperwork alongside Chucho.

They sat at the kitchen table surrounded by neat piles of forms and invoices, stacks of files and bookkeeping records. To an outsider, it might have looked like disorganised chaos. But Chucho had been doing this for so long, and he knew where every scrap of paper and figure was recorded should he ever need to refer to them. The trouble was, Javier didn’t.

He had been leafing through a folder full of livestock inventories for the last 10 minutes, unable to find the previous month’s figures and rapidly losing patience. “You do know you can employ someone to do all of this for you.”

“I do. But even Miguel is allowed time off. Plus, I like to keep an eye on everything each month. It comes with the territory when you own a business. And I’d have thought you’d be used to boring paperwork by now.”

“Oh, don’t worry, I am," Javier mumbled as he searched through the folder until Chucho put him out of his misery, locating the missing inventory in less than a minute.

“Let’s get you some more coffee.” Chucho got up to pour two fresh cups but kept his gaze on Javier. His son seemed to be lingering even when he wasn��t being particularly helpful and would clearly rather be doing anything other than this. Which usually meant only one thing.

"Thanks." Javier accepted his refreshed cup and took a long sip to try and stimulate his senses.

“So, Madrid.” There was no point beating around the bush any longer. And there was only so much of Javier in this mood Chucho could take.

“Erm yeah. Well, in the New Year, anyway. It’s not a permanent arrangement, but we both need a change of scenery. And Horacio liked living there, so…”

“You don’t need to ask for my permission or approval, Mijo.”

“I wasn’t.” Except that’s exactly what he was doing, and of course, his dad could see right through him. “It’s just…I, er, didn’t know if you wanted us to stick around. For the ranch, I mean.”

Just as Chucho had suspected, then. “You and Horacio will always have a home here, but I don’t expect you to stay put all your lives. You’ve closed the book on a painful chapter now that monster is dead. You need to give yourselves time to heal and open a new one together. In peace, out of the spotlight and the media’s glare. And on neutral ground. Pass me the rest of those.”

Chucho gestured casually towards the remaining files piled on the table as if he hadn’t just imparted the exact words of wisdom Javier needed to hear.

Javier transferred the files across the table, a question now burning on the tip of his tongue. One he hadn’t dared to ask until now. “So, did you see that article?”

“Yes, I saw it. Didn’t think much of it, though.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Only you know the truth about what happened over there, but I know the truth about you, Mijo. Even when you think I don’t.”

“It wasn’t all lies, Dad. It didn’t go down like that, but…it still happened and I was involved.”

“I’m sure you were, but it wasn’t the presence of lies I was talking about. It was the absence of truth. Your truth. And when it comes to protecting the ones you love, it might not be easy or free of consequence, but it’s the simplest choice of all. And you made it.”

It was the second time in the last year that Javier’s vision had blurred whilst in this kitchen, thanks to his father, although he fought back the tears more effectively this time. Just. How his Pops always had the right words up his sleeve when Javier was so often monosyllabic, he had no clue. Maybe it was something that would come to him in old age.

“I know I’m not as young as I once was,” Chucho continued, almost like he had heard Javier’s last thought, “but I’m not done with this place just yet. And it’ll still be here waiting when that day does come. I know you’ve never taken your share, but—”

“Pops, no. I’m not taking it.”

“I’ve always set the money aside for you in case you changed your mind.” Chucho finished his sentence, ignoring Javier’s usual protest. And he wasn’t going to stop there, either. “It would give you chance to get back on your feet. Take your time to figure out what you both want. Just think about it, Javi. That’s all I ask.”

Javier had never liked taking money from his father. Not least because the medical bills had already done enough of that in his Mamá’s last few months. As soon as he received his first police paycheck, he insisted Chucho kept everything from the ranch.

But as his attention left the paperwork and fell on the view of the guesthouse through the kitchen window, even Javier had to admit it would be stupid not to re-consider.

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In the first few weeks after Javier’s return, he and Horacio established a nocturnal routine in which they were both awake at an ungodly hour. Sometimes it was bad dreams rearing their heads again. Often, it was Javier being unable to sleep and his absence from the bed disturbing Horacio.

This time, however, it was Javier’s turn to wake alone in the darkness, blinking several times to clear the sleep from his eyes. He assumed Horacio was in the living room or kitchen. But as he adjusted to his surroundings, pale moonlight cast a silhouette at the foot of the bed.

“What’re you doing?” Javier croaked, his voice still thick with slumber. Although as he sat up, Horacio’s outline became sharper.

Horacio was kneeling on the floor, hands clasped together on the bed, and his head bowed. Until now, that was. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“I haven’t seen you do that in years.” There was no judgement in Javier’s tone; it was merely a statement of fact. Now that he thought about it, the last time he had witnessed Horacio praying was in Cartagena.

“I stopped for a while; I don’t know why, really.”

“What made you start again?”

Horacio expelled a light huff. “Your father, actually.”

“Pops?” Now, Javier was intrigued, and he sat up further to give Horacio his full attention.

“He showed me the box for your mother’s altar. She was beautiful.”

“She was.” A hoarse, strained sound came out of Javier’s mouth, strangely caught off guard by his own emotions even after all this time.

“We had a home altar when I was growing up, but that was for prayer and worship. It wasn’t specifically about remembering my father. Looking back, we didn’t talk about him much at all. We all grieved in secret. I used to wait until no one was around to look through photo albums. Or sneak into my parents’ room to see my Papá’s uniform. My Mamá left it hung up for about a year.”

He didn’t like to touch it too much, not wanting to dilute any traces of his father still left on the fabric. But over time, he couldn’t help but notice it smelt more like his Mamá’s perfume than anything else.

“Pops builds an ofrenda every Día de Muertos, but he used to keep it up for weeks. Just in case he’d say because she was always running late.” He snorted, thinking about how typical it was that of all the traits he could have inherited, it had to be that one. “How was he this year?”

“Quiet. He visited the cemetery but said he was getting too old for big crowds.” Although Horacio suspected it was Chucho’s kind way of allowing him to avoid being left alone on the ranch for the best part of two days and nights. Or alternatively, being eaten alive by gossip mongers without Javier there to deflect any of the attention.

Still, Horacio was lucky enough to catch glimpses of the local festivities whilst running errands on Chucho’s behalf. It was the least he could do, given his suspicions. Downtown Laredo was adorned with decorations of every colour, and Horacio had never seen it so busy. Rows of papel picado were hung across streets bustling with preparations. Food stalls stood alongside artists offering prints and calavera face painting. Florists sold marigolds with queues around the block, and bakers tempted passers-by with pan de muerto fresh from the oven. If circumstances had been different, he would have happily stuck around for the full celebrations.

“But he cooked the same amount of food as last Christmas, so that kept the ranch staff and your neighbours fed for the week.”

“Sounds about right. Did he get the buñuelos?”

“Of course.”

“They are fucking good, to be fair. I loved that diner when I was a kid. We drove passed it on the way from San Antonio when you first got here. Haven’t been for years.”

“You looked happy in the photo taken there.”

“I was. We were.”

“I saw your father praying in front of it, on the ofrenda. That night I prayed too. To be closer to Papá, I suppose, I don’t know. I’ve been dreaming about him for months, almost like the dreams were telling me to reconnect somehow.”

“Makes sense. Does it help?”

“It’s early days, but I think so. It helped when you weren’t here. When I didn’t know if you were safe or…”

“When you were in Madrid, just after the attacks on the CNP, I knelt with Trujillo and…I prayed with him. For him, for them, for your return. And when I was on my way to 9th Street, and I didn’t know if you’d – if you were –” He cut himself off to swallow down the lump resting at the base of his throat. “I hadn’t prayed since I was a kid. Too many bad memories and so much fucking shame everywhere. I was already drowning in enough of that. Didn’t need any more. But for you…it just felt…right.”

Horacio looked up at Javier, cursing the gloom of the bedroom but knowing without it, he might not have heard that confession in the first place.

It wasn’t enough, though, and he rose off his knees to climb across the bed, but Javier was already moving to the floor.

They met next to the bed, the rug cushioning their knees as Horacio cupped Javier’s face and brought their lips together.

Javier caught their palms between their chests, enveloping Horacio's fingers with his own. Their gaze landed on their linked hands and travelled upwards until chestnut met charcoal, the moonlight reflecting a new, unspoken question across their pupils.

“Are you sure?”

“I’m sure.”

Javier let go for a second and lifted his hands to the nape of his neck, lowering the chain he often slept in. He re-fastened the clasp before placing his hands back where they were, only this time, the silver chain and cross were secured between them.

Now they were on their knees, streaks of light illuminated their forms, and they could see each other more clearly. Their breathing was uneven, the nervous energy between them undeniable as they took another first step together.

“I don’t know what I’m doing,” Javier confessed in a low whisper.

“It’s okay. Try some deep breaths first.” Leading by example, Horacio drew several slow inhales and exhales, and Javier followed suit. “And try clear your mind. Let it go wherever it takes you. I’ve got you.”

Javier couldn’t pretend he was a natural. And it took a few attempts to stop his mind from wandering or feeling waves of self-consciousness lapping at his feet, but after several minutes, it was as though a fog had cleared.

With their eyes closed and heads bowed, foreheads touching, they gave themselves over to a different higher power. Taking comfort and guidance in each other, in the memories of those they had loved and lost. They reclaimed a ritual steeped in guilt, shame, and sin for too many years. A ritual that had encouraged them to beg for forgiveness where it wasn’t required. No longer seeking absolution, their union was a sacrament of its own. They each other’s church, the cross a symbol of their commitment and devotion.

Their lips met in a silent amen, their hands now free to worship bare skin with praise and reverence as though they were praying the Rosary. Javier’s mouth kissed over fading scar tissue; he the priest and Horacio the altar. Each cry of pleasure was a hymn or psalm only they knew, their bodies the bread and their blood the wine as they found sanctuary in their shared embrace. Taking communion afterwards as a nicotine flame passed between them. One sacred act followed by another until they fell asleep, still recovering and healing from all that had gone before, but more at peace than they had been in years.

#Narcos fic #Narcos #Javier Peña #Horacio Carrillo #Carrillo #Javier Peña x Horacio Carrillo #Pedro Pascal #Maurice Compte #Narcos fanfic #Narcos fanfiction #Narcos fan fic #My Fan Fic #My Narcos Fic

[arting-block]

no prob bob!!! I'm a writer myself and honestly you inspire me!

my fav things are the way you describe magic and the TARDIS and also the cliffhanger at the end???? amazing

My #1 fav thing about ALL your writing is how you write my boi 11 🥹🥹 he is my favorite boi and you are very good at him

I also realized you wrote that fic with 11 and River which is one of my favorites ever!!! :000 pls put me on your 11th Doctor x reader taglist!! and if you ever do more 11 x river x reader I will ABSOLUTELY be going insane in the notes

anyways ily and here are some doodles of the boi in case you need cheering up/motivation

hold on, lemme compose myself cuz i let out the biggest squeal

I INSPIRE YOUUU??? my heart is gonna explode

mcu magic and multiverses occupy a lobe of my brain and i tend to overcomplicate things so hearing that you like my interpretation of magic is very !!!!!!!

11 is my fav doctor (sorry 10) but he's such a pain in the ass to write sometimes because it's hard to translate his speech mannerisms into text >:/ hearing you say i write him well me sooo relieved you have no idea 😭 AND TO HEAR ITS UR FAV THING is also a big plus

i'm so glad ppl like two hearts, twice the love as much as i did cuz i love river too!! not enough poly river fics imo lol. I WILL ADD U TO MY TAGLISTS DONT WORRY 💕

UR ART OF 11>>>>> show stopping. exquisite. decadent. mouth watering. YOU CAPTURE HIM SO WELL!!!!! hes such a goof and you draw it so well 🥹

#thank you for making my morning <3 #ari's asks

[indouloureux]

hey augie !!! <3 can you give us a sneak peak of your wips? like titles or pairings?

harmonia!! hi honey, how are you??!! yes of course hehehe

— cherry bomb!: rockstar!eddie x (maybe)groupie!reader. basically, eddie sees her in the crowd and piqued his interest. spoiler alert: they fuck

— talk down, turn the radio down: im considering making this a series. just a few parts to progress the story more. basically, you're an adopted!henderson!reader, eddie aells you drugs (it's heavy content with drug usage), but decides that he'll stop selling special k to you and takes you out on dates. it's interesting, trust me, i just suck at explaining 😭

— mirrorball: you know this one babes ;) (steve harrington x reader)

— summer thing (pt1): a fic inspired by taylor swift's august, separated into two parts. part 1 will be reminiscing the one summer you had with steve. heavy angst, heavy smut, heavy fluff

— summer love (pt2): basically steve realizing his stupidity and tries to win you back hehe

— closer: vamp!eddie. 10% progress. will be released SOON 😭 it's a period fic too hehe. i made a cool poster for it too so i rlly hope i get to finish it

— gold skinned, eager baby: friends to lovers with steve. smut!!

— films and parnassian wounds: inspired by your ask babygirl. steve finds the new girl mysteriously ethereal and tries to ask her out through films hehe

check more here!

#harmonia ☕️ #answered #eddie munson #steve harrington

[shivvroys]

20 author questions

tagged by @harrietdyker <3333

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

11 (and a secret 12th one on fanfiction.net)

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

almost 73k!

3. What fandoms do you write for?

since i’ve taken up writing again i’ve only written for succession, but i also have one fic each for oitnb, agent carter, orphan black and warehouse 13

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

flirting over dead bodies (when else am i going to do it?) - post-finale carterwood, i still dream of rewatching agent carter so i can finish her sometimes 😔

beneath the underdog - post-finale shivlina, probably my magnum opus lmao, she’s very special to me <33

wouldn’t you love to love her - nichorello angst, takes place after nicki got sent to max, i’m scared of rereading it bc i wrote that eight years ago 😭😭

the cost of our desired wrongs - shivlina oneshot that takes place during ‘too much birthday’, karolina having a panic attack is something very personal to me <33

likeness has made them animal and shy - this is a weird Shiv study I tried to do through Roman’s POV, i abandoned it bc i didn’t like it that much and bc i posted it without having a strong concept for it to begin with. But the poem it was inspired by (The Twins by Karl Shapiro) is amazing!!

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

i try to but i suck at commenting or replying :((( if i ever liked someone’s fic or if someone commented on one of mine and i didn’t comment or reply back just know i was very much losing my mind over it!!

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

that one warehouse 13 fic i did when i was 14 😭😭

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

i haven’t posted it on ao3 but maybe this prompt fill? idk most of them have endings that are not necessarily happy, but more so hopeful

8. Do you get hate on fics?

i never took it as hate, but that one WH13 fic got a couple of comments warning me to tag character deaths in my fics 😭😭 they were very nice about it, though (and i did very much kill off the MAIN character in it)

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

not really, i’ll do some suggestive bits here and there, but i mostly gloss over sex scenes bc i don’t have a good grasp of that vocabulary

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

it’s not really a crossover, but i recently wrote a shivlina severance au

11. Have you ever had a fiction stolen?

hopefully not 😭

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

nope, not that i know of

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

no, i’m very much still new to writing, so i honestly don’t even know how co-writing works 😭

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

oh god…i’ll just say shivlina bc i love writing for them, but there are A Lot of ships i’ve lost my mind over

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

btu SIKE!! probably flirting over dead bodies :’((

16. What are your writing strengths?

idk?? maybe dialogue?? weird ass metaphors??

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

i give every character asthma bc they’re always sighing or taking deep breaths 😭😭

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

technically everything i am writing is in another language bc english isn’t my first language. but yeah, if it isn’t a language i know well enough i try to avoid it. I’ll insert words or phrases here and there, but I couldn’t trust doing full dialogue just by using a translating tool

19. First fandom you wrote for?

…warehouse 13

20. Favorite fic you've ever written?

hot take but it might be a quiet apology - it was my first time trying to write in karolina’s POV, and tabitha’s in it!!! 😍😍

tagging @novotneys @badcatholichusband @mlovesmoons and anyone who wants to do thisss :X

#tag game #she wrote some depressing gay shit and now she’s an Authèur! 💅🏼

[nobleriver]

I was tagged by @doctortomyriver a loooong time ago, but I never saw it til now because I was on hiatus. But it’s too much fun to pass up because I love the questions lol

Out of curiosity I’ll tag @benoitblanc @thebadtimewolf (love reading your tags btw) @beingshakespeare @autisticwho and @wibblyowzah

Tag Game: Doctor Who Edition

The rules are simple - answer the questions, then tag other Whovians to get to know each other better/find new people to follow, message, etc. If there are any questions you don’t have an answer for, feel free to skip them!

Doctor you started with: Nine. Ten. Eleven. Long story, but I watched all of them in same month or two. 11 was airing once a week. 10 and Martha were marathoning. And a friend gave me the Series 1 boxset which I devoured in a day because 9′s her favorite doctor. It was such fun to experience Who that way. Would do it again. I got them all at once.

Favourite Doctor: The Doctor

Favourite companion: None

Favourite episode: Silence in the Library/Forest of the Dead. The Girl in the Fireplace. School Reunion. 

LOVE LOVE LOVE Sarah Jane and Moffat wrote a classic when he did The Girl in the Fireplace. Those two eps are why I love S2 so much. I can literally quote from each of these episodes:

“Are you alright?” “I’m always alright.” “Say it.” “Goodbye...MY SARAH JANE!” 😭😭😭😭😭😭 She’ll always be important to him! HELPPP! And of course, “Stay with me. C’mon! You and me, one last run!” That’s the title quote on my blog!

DW OTP: Doctorriver

Favourite line/quote: “Stay with me! You can do it! Stay with me! Come on! You and me, one last run!” - 10 to River 

ALKHSFASJHKFJHSLJFALJF I’M A PUDDLE ON THE FLOOR.

Favourite character that isn’t the Doctor or a companion: River Song. She’s my favorite period. She pulls me back to the show again and again.

BrOTP: 10 and Martha. If found family counts, Doctor x The 3 Ponds and River x TARDIS

Favourite DW fic (if you have one): None. Just started last year. Haven’t read enough. I am writing one though. And if we count Big Finish as official fic, then, The Tenth Doctor and River Song. It’s insane how good that is.

Favourite DW fanart/blog (if you have one): Currently @expelliarmus and @tenriver 

But special shoutout to 3 of the greatest colorist I've ever seen @borntosavethedoctor @doctorwhoblog (aka @amywiliams ) and @tillthenexttimedoctor The way they color remains an inspiration. 

If you could pick anyone to be the next Doctor, who would it be? (Why, if you feel like explaining.): This question is outdated because I received this before the new Doctor was announced. Now, we have two new Doctors lined up to go, and I’m excited for both of them!

So I think I’ll change the question to 

Who are you most excited to see in the next series? The Duchess! She’s screaming female Time Lady and I’m curious, curious, curious.

#text #fun games #personal

[celamoon]

perhaps 1, 3, 4 and 10 for accismus??

1. What inspired you to write the fic this way?

THIS PIECE OF ART I FOUND ON TWITTER

ok but in that way in particular... it's because I read a ton of like nobility manhwa and I saw that art and I cried because I wanted a Knight! Hinata fic so I wrote my own 😭 Idk why the way it's written particularly, but that's definitely the idea behind it

3. What’s your favorite line of narration? Even if you were to pick the stars from the sky, some people would never be happy with what you did for them.

4. What’s your favorite line of dialogue? "Ah, ah, ah, what do you think you're doing? Accepting another man's request to dance when I brought back the enemy's head for you? I thought I was your prospective fiancé?"

10. Why did you choose this pairing for this particular story?

I write pretty much exclusively x reader fics and I saw Knight Hinata and I fell on my knees and cried. There was no one else who fit the knight au as well as he did so I chose him 😭 (n I love him a lot anyway)

#☾.ask games #☾.asks #rootsyum <3

[dearsnow]

BYF

Blog rules

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3. Do not repost my works on other websites, with or without credit

4. Do not interact if you meet the basic dni criteria (homophobic, racist, transphobic, etc.)

5. If you need to rant or vent I’m here for you, but ask me in private because it may trigger someone else

6. Have fun :) this blog is meant to be a safe space for me and everyone who needs it. Don’t be afraid to reach out to me if you’re struggling. I love you <3

Request rules

First and foremost, I would like to state that requests are taken as suggestions. I may not be able to fulfill all of your requirements and I’m not obligated to write what you suggest in the first place.

Please note that I am very slow at fulfilling requests and honestly most of them are just rotting in my inbox and will never be touched 😭 if you want to ask about the status of your request, please dm me or send an ask off-anon so I can respond to you privately. I won’t ever condemn you for being curious as to where your request is at.

1. Do not send a request multiple times (unless you think it might have not gone through). Chances are, I’ve seen it and am just waiting for the inspiration to hit me

2. Please specify if you would like your request to be written as headcanons or a full-on fic

3. I only write character x reader content

4. My character limit for headcanons is 5

5. I will only specify what reader looks like in very certain situations that I myself am comfortable with. Please ask if it’s okay beforehand!! I also only write for gn / fem reader

6. Please do not ask me to write about potentially triggering things as it is uncomfortable for me

7. I tend to not write specific personalities for reader when it’s part of a request, but I will if your suggestion resonates with me

8. Fandoms I write for: the quarry, genshin impact, game of thrones, house of the dragon, lord of the rings, haikyuu, tokyo revengers, 10 things i hate about you, spiderverse, marvel, dc, house md, dead poets society, the outsiders, etc.

Tags

✦ - orion's orbit. - navigation

solar eclipse. - writing

lunar eclipse. - reblogs

to: the void. - random posts

interstellar radio. - asks

broadcaster: [name]. - asks from specific people

astral connection. - matchups (mutuals only rn)

#✦ – orion's orbit.

[suzayaaa]

WIPS

NOW PLAYING…

🎼 Perfume - NCT DOJAEJUNG

1:50─────────2:47

Yeah, yeah, that’s me, 짙은 농도에…

BEFORE YOU SEARCH…

just because a wip is on this list doesn’t mean it will get released. it’s just a bunch of my drafts i started and never bothered to finish… so, have fun reading about my rotten ideas 😭

BOOKSHELF: NCT 127…

HOW YOU’D BECOME A COUPLE / HEADCANON

𓆩⟡𓆪 pairings: nct127 x reader

𓆩⟡𓆪 themes: fluff

𓆩⟡𓆪 warnings: none yet

𓆩⟡𓆪 estimated word count: 0.4k

𓆩⟡𓆪 current word count: 0.1k

𓆩⟡𓆪 status: on hold

𓆩⟡𓆪 started: 231026

𓆩⟡𓆪 last update: 231026

𓆩⟡𓆪 last sentence written: He knows you’re into him, because who isn’t?

𓆩⟡𓆪 suza’s note: honestly, i think i might want to change it into a series of shorts fics… for now, i’ll let it rot, as i have no idea what to do with it 😁

BOOKSHELF: MOON TAEIL…

BACK TO YOU / ONESHOT

𓆩⟡𓆪 pairing: taeil x fem!reader

𓆩⟡𓆪 logline: meeting your first and last ex on christmas eve brings memories back to you.

𓆩⟡𓆪 themes: angst

𓆩⟡𓆪 warnings: mentions of food

𓆩⟡𓆪 estimated word count: ~2.0k

𓆩⟡𓆪 current word count: 0.5k

𓆩⟡𓆪 status: on hold

𓆩⟡𓆪 started: 231224

𓆩⟡𓆪 last update: 231225

𓆩⟡𓆪 last sentence written: You won’t tell him that.

𓆩⟡𓆪 suza’s note: will i wait until another christmas to continue this? yes!!!

inspired by a song ‘Back To You’ by KUN and XIAOJUN

BOOKSHELF: JOHNNY SUH…

HEARTBREAKER / FULL FIC

𓆩⟡𓆪 pairing: surfer!johnny x fashion designer!reader

𓆩⟡𓆪 logline: a series of encounters lead a certain surfer back to your heart, but for how long? after all, you’re the heartbreaker.

𓆩⟡𓆪 themes: idk either

𓆩⟡𓆪 warnings: mentions of food and alcohol, cursing

𓆩⟡𓆪 estimated word count: ~12.0k

𓆩⟡𓆪 current word count: 2.9k

𓆩⟡𓆪 status: writing

𓆩⟡𓆪 started: 230711

𓆩⟡𓆪 last update: 240201

𓆩⟡𓆪 last sentence written: “I don’t know.”

𓆩⟡𓆪 suza’s note: it was a oneshot but i read it after a couple of months and decided to turn it into a full fic! this one is such a vibe i LOVE it

BOOKSHELF: LEE TAEYONG…

MUSIC, DANCE / FULL FIC

𓆩⟡𓆪 pairing: dancer!taeyong x musician!reader

𓆩⟡𓆪 logline: after taeyong joins a college competition, he must face the challenge of singing a self-composed song. problem? he knows nothing about music. luckily, when a girl from music department steals his library place, he knows exactly what to do.

𓆩⟡𓆪 themes: college au, strangers to lovers

𓆩⟡𓆪 warnings: cursing, mentions of food, some toxic behaviors

𓆩⟡𓆪 estimated word count: 30-40k

𓆩⟡𓆪 current word count: 10.3k

𓆩⟡𓆪 status: writing

𓆩⟡𓆪 started: 230722

𓆩⟡𓆪 last update: 240303

𓆩⟡𓆪 last sentence written: You said, a hint of disbelief in your eyes and voice.

𓆩⟡𓆪 suza’s note: this too started as an old oneshot… i’m actually dedicated to this one

BOOKSHELF: NAKAMOTO YUTA…

(DON’T) JUDGE A BOOK BY ITS COVER / FULL FIC

𓆩⟡𓆪 pairing: yuta x fem!reader

𓆩⟡𓆪 logline: your childhood love is back in town, more charming than ever. his frequent visits to your library tell you he’s up to something, but you don’t want to be anywhere near him. maybe he won’t realize he’s talking to your twin, not you.

𓆩⟡𓆪 themes: reader has a twin, childhood friends to lovers, one-sided enemies to lovers

𓆩⟡𓆪 warnings: cursing, suggestive jokes

𓆩⟡𓆪 estimated word count: 15-20k

𓆩⟡𓆪 current word count: 1.1k

𓆩⟡𓆪 status: on hold

𓆩⟡𓆪 started: 231025

𓆩⟡𓆪 last update: 231121

𓆩⟡𓆪 last sentence written: Romi cuts through the silence with an even sharper knife.

𓆩⟡𓆪 suza’s note: this is so difficult to write but i love the idea so much i’m at war with myself

BOOKSHELF: DONG SICHENG…

??? / FULL FIC

𓆩⟡𓆪 pairing: dancer!winwin x dance team leader!reader

𓆩⟡𓆪 logline: you’re the best. always have been. until a guy named dong sicheng joined your dance team and stole your crown.

𓆩⟡𓆪 themes: enemies to lovers

𓆩⟡𓆪 warnings: cursing

𓆩⟡𓆪 estimated word count: 10-15k

𓆩⟡𓆪 current word count: 1.1k

𓆩⟡𓆪 status: on hold

𓆩⟡𓆪 started: 230926

𓆩⟡𓆪 last update: 231223

𓆩⟡𓆪 last sentence written: “I can’t come to practice next week. I asked others and they told me it’s best to come directly to you.”

𓆩⟡𓆪 suza’s note: ima be honest i dont remember any ideas i’ve ever had for this

BOOKSHELF: MARK LEE…

BETTER DAYS / FULL FIC

𓆩⟡𓆪 pairing: mark x fem!reader

𓆩⟡𓆪 logline: forced to move to seoul by your parents, you continue the family business by becoming a manager of a coffee shop. it’s the last thing in the world you want to do, but when a guy named mark shows you a different way to live, you start to believe in better days.

𓆩⟡𓆪 themes: coffee shop au, angst, strangers to lovers, unrequited love, sad ending

𓆩⟡𓆪 warnings: cursing, mentions of food, depression, mental health problems, trauma and all that

𓆩⟡𓆪 estimated word count: 15-20k

𓆩⟡𓆪 current word count: 2.5k

𓆩⟡𓆪 status: on hold

𓆩⟡𓆪 started: 230629

𓆩⟡𓆪 last update: 231110

𓆩⟡𓆪 last sentence written: You have barely three days to say goodbye to the home of your heart, and there’s no escape.

𓆩⟡𓆪 suza’s note: if stories could break hearts this one would break mine

BOOKSHELF: XIAO DEJUN…

FALSIFY / FULL FIC

𓆩⟡𓆪 pairing: tutor!xiaojun x rich!reader

𓆩⟡𓆪 logline: dreams come true only if you’re rich, something dejun is the total opposite of. luckily, besides having an angelic voice, he’s also the best at math—that’s why you want him to tutor you and he happily agrees. wait, but he doesn’t tutor college students!

𓆩⟡𓆪 themes: college au, strangers to lovers, very light and humorous narration

𓆩⟡𓆪 warnings: cursing

𓆩⟡𓆪 estimated word count: 15k

𓆩⟡𓆪 current word count: 2.5k

𓆩⟡𓆪 status: on hold

𓆩⟡𓆪 started: 230826

𓆩⟡𓆪 last update: 240128

𓆩⟡𓆪 last sentence written: Dejun was kissing you.

𓆩⟡𓆪 suza’s note: one of my fav drafts

BOOKSHELF: LEE HAECHAN…

7 DAYS / FULL FIC

𓆩⟡𓆪 pairing: haechan x fem!reader

𓆩⟡𓆪 logline: when haechan gets in trouble, he (not so) accidentally gets you in trouble. he asks you to pretend to be his childhood friend for a week, and you agree. after all, what can seven days do?

𓆩⟡𓆪 themes: college au, fake friends to lovers

𓆩⟡𓆪 warnings: cursing, mentions of food, alcohol and drugs

𓆩⟡𓆪 estimated word count: 15k

𓆩⟡𓆪 current word count: 4.8k

𓆩⟡𓆪 status: on hold

𓆩⟡𓆪 started: 230705

𓆩⟡𓆪 last update: 231223

𓆩⟡𓆪 last sentence written: “You know, you can tell us if you’re his girlfriend.”

𓆩⟡𓆪 suza’s note: this one also started as a oneshot… i think i see a pattern

BOOKSHELF: NA JAEMIN…

A FREE COURSE TO INTERPERSONAL RELATIONSHIPS / FULL FIC

𓆩⟡𓆪 pairing: psychologist!jaemin x journalist!reader

𓆩⟡𓆪 logline: jaemin teaches you all about interpersonal relationships while you teach him all about love.

𓆩⟡𓆪 themes: psychologist!jaemin, journalist!reader, friends to lovers, angst

𓆩⟡𓆪 warnings: cursing

𓆩⟡𓆪 estimated word count: 25-30k

𓆩⟡𓆪 current word count: 1.3k

𓆩⟡𓆪 status: writing

𓆩⟡𓆪 started: 240202

𓆩⟡𓆪 last update: 240207

𓆩⟡𓆪 last sentence written: You quickly talk him through the nearly traumatic meeting with your boss and how you ended up in your current situation.

𓆩⟡𓆪 suza’s note: i actually have a plan for this one???

BOOKSHELF: LIU YANGYANG…

FRIDAY AFTERNOONS / FULL FIC

𓆩⟡𓆪 pairing: yangyang x fem!reader

𓆩⟡𓆪 logline: yangyang loves you, but not the way you want him to. you love yangyang, but not the way he needs you to.

𓆩⟡𓆪 themes: it’s complicated to lovers, angst, happy ending

𓆩⟡𓆪 warnings: cursing, mentions of food and alcohol, smoking, irresponsible driving

𓆩⟡𓆪 estimated word count: not more than 20k i hope

𓆩⟡𓆪 current word count: 6.6k (old doc), 8.4k (new doc)

𓆩⟡𓆪 status: writing

𓆩⟡𓆪 started: 230807

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𓆩⟡𓆪 suza’s note: this was supposed to be a 5k fic and it just keeps going… also the logline kinda has nothing to do with the story

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[inlovewithpandora]

Hey boo!! 🥰

1,2,4,5,6, and 10 for the ask game!! ☺️

Hey babes💗! thank you for asking questions!

(Answers below the cut)

1. Do you daydream a lot before you write, or go for it as soon as the ideas strike?

I do both. Sometimes I come up with an idea and just write it out to get the idea out of my brain so I can see how it would work in an actual story and other times I have an idea and I think about it multiple times before sitting down to write it.

2. Where do you get your fic ideas?

I usually get inspired by seeing other fics, listening to certain songs, things I’ve heard/seen, or topics that will pop into my head. Also sometimes when I write random things will pop into my head and if they correlate with the story I’ll add them in.

4. How do you choose which fics to write?

I just think about what would be best for me to write to the best of my ability and will perfectly show my writing skills

5. How many wips do you have?  What fandoms/pairings are they for?

I currently have 4 wips and 1 that I haven’t started but have idea for

(You can find all my upcoming works here)

- Kiri x stubborn human fem! Reader (wip)

⁃ Lo’ak x Metikyana fem! Reader (idea)

⁃ Neteyam x Omatikaya fem! Reader (wip)

⁃ Dad!Jake x Daughter fem! Reader (wip)

⁃ avatar fem! Reader x Neytiri x adopted human daughter (wip)

6. What’s the last line you wrote?

This is from my latest fic I just posted ‘Forever Doesn’t Last’

You begin to see his lips curl up into a smile. He grabs your chin lightly and pulls you in for a soft yet loving kiss, "I love you too, I'll always love you forever"

10. Do you work on multiple wips or stick to one fic at a time?

I use to stick to one fic at a time but now I work on multiple (it’s sometimes stressful though)😭

Questions

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[giannathetopgunfanwrites]

I posted 1,102 times in 2022

That's 966 more posts than 2021!

118 posts created (11%)

984 posts reblogged (89%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@a-republican-mind

@peaches-in-a-pancake

@animeandcatholicism

@bunjywunjy

@giannathetopgunfanwrites

I tagged 238 of my posts in 2022

#top gun - 22 posts

#top gun maverick - 21 posts

#top gun: maverick - 20 posts

#spy x family - 18 posts

#rooster - 16 posts

#my hero academia - 15 posts

#mha - 15 posts

#personal - 13 posts

#damianya - 13 posts

#bradley bradshaw - 12 posts

Longest Tag: 103 characters

#ive never seen lotr but i have seen the homeschooler memes referring to second breakfast so yeah ill rb

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Loid senses a disturbance in the force.

83 notes - Posted July 30, 2022

#4

Imagine you and Neville...

-sitting in the Gryffindor common room, your head in his lap while he reads a book about plants to you

-helping him feed Trevor

-walking in the snow to Hogsmeade, holding hands and trying to keep each other warm

-drinking butterbeer at The 3 Broomsticks and wiping the foam from his lips, him blushing at your action

-cheering him on at his quidditch matches and kissing him after he wins a game (and when he loses one)

-smelling herbs, citrus, and musk* in the amortentia in potions class

-being in the greenhouse with him, listening to him excitedly explain what various plants do, how to care for them

-Neville sitting and listening to you talk about your interests, looking at you with love in his eyes

-him giving you a bouquet of your favorite flowers he grew himself

-visiting his grandmother and having a home-cooked meal with her while telling her about all the adventures you've gone on

-comforting him after the battle of hogwarts, telling him how cool it was he killed the snake

-saying yes to Neville when he proposes <3

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*A/N: I googled what Neville smelled like a found a fan-made candle that had those fragrance notes so I was like "ok this works"

It's past 1:30am, when inspiration strikes you take it and run with it.

I'll probably have that long-awaited mcdonald's fic coming out next month. Thank y'all for being patient even tho I haven't uploaded a fic in 1.5 months. Requests will be back open soon!

No thoughts lately, just Neville.

please don't steal my work. remember you are loved and to drink water! <3

likes/reblogs appreciated but not required!

151 notes - Posted June 28, 2022

#3

Happy birthday Captain!!

178 notes - Posted May 20, 2022

#2

*slams fist on table*

IF MIKASA IS PRETTIER WHEN IT'S IN EREN'S POV

AND ANYA LOOKS PRETTIER IN DAMIAN'S POV

DONT TELL ME THAT EREN AND DAMIAN DONT LOVE THOSE GIRLS

223 notes - Posted May 19, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Mine Forever?

Adrien Agreste/Chat Noir x F!Reader

Word Count: HELP MY STUPID SELF JUST REALIZED I NEVER PUT THE WC AND ITS BEEN 6.5 MONTHS

Started: November 2021

Finished: 5-13-22

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Request description: Where Adrien Agreste has a fiancée and they were engaged since they were kids, Y/n is the one who is cold and distant towards him but secretly cares for him. She just doesn’t know how to express her emotions. Everyone doesn’t know that Adrien was already engaged to someone else, by the time the reader accidentally discovered that Chat Noir was Adrien, they both started trusting one another. They always got each other’s backs, Y/n would help Adrien to sneak off just to save Paris. Whenever Adrien was badly hurt, from the fight, Y/n is ready to help him. They care for one another; she would always comfort him when he feels down when he has a tiring day. That’s why Y/n is the hardest to akumatize, even Gabriel tries to, but she trusts Adrien the most.

Edit: This just hit 400 notes today, 10/27/22. I posted this back in May. Honestly I'm shocked. (Dont stop liking it, it just baffles me because it's my hated child😭.)

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Genre: Fluff, Fanfiction

Warnings: Arranged marriage(?), lil' bit of angst, brief mentions of blood/wounds, cursing(a bit)

A/N: I am SO SO SO SO SO sorry this took so long! Life just was one big punch in the gut after the other after this request came in, not including school. Also forgive me if this turns out to be garbage, I'm trying.😭

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2 years old

Your mother was taking you to the Agreste mansion today. For what, you didn’t know. However, it would change your life.

Born of a rich Paris family, it wasn’t uncommon for children to have an arranged marriage for when they got older. Your mother and Emilie Agreste have been friends since high school, and your father and Gabriel are business partners, thus at this meeting, they decided you would marry their son, Adrien, when you came of age.

9 years old

Growing up with Adrien was fun but also hard at times. He would spend a lot of time with that Chloe Bourgeois girl, and while you wanted to be like her, it was hard as you had a hard time expressing emotions. Mostly due to the fact that your parents were always busy with their work so you spent most of your time alone in the house or with Adrien. Adrien came home from the Bourgeois residence one day, you were with your mother while she was having a business meeting with Gabriel, so she sent you upstairs with him. He talked about how much fun he had with Chloe and you wanted to say how you wanted to spend more time with him, but, due to lack of emotional expression, you kept silent and gave him a sad smile. But it was worth it to see that look of joy on his face.

14 years old

Today was your first day of high school, and your mother had dropped you off at the Agreste home that morning so you and Adrien could go to school together while she went to work.

“Hello Nathalie,” you said as you entered the house. “Good morning, Miss Y/N, Adrien is in his room.” “Thank you, Nathalie,” you said as you walked past her. You knocked on Adrien’s door, and he opened it a few seconds later, slightly disheveled. You had an amused look on your face and asked, “Did I wake you up?” He responded with a mumble which you took to be a yes. “Adrien it’s 7:30.” (A/N: pretend they start school at 8am like in America lol) He opened his eyes wider, as coming to terms with your statement. “Crap.” He muttered, and quickly let you inside while going to get dressed in the bathroom. You sat at his computer, staring at the image of him and his mother, smiling fondly. You missed her, she was always so kind and inviting. When she disappeared, you comforted Adrien the best you could. Gabriel got stricter on him, making you want to smack him. Little did either of you know what would happen later that day, when Adrien got his miraculous.

15 years old (1/2)

It was Friday evening, you were sitting in his room waiting for him to get home from his Chinese lesson* when an akuma struck the city. You figured Adrien was safe since he had his bodyguard with him wherever his lesson was held. (*Pretend his Chinese lesson takes place outside of the house) After 10 minutes, the akuma was defeated. You had to use the restroom, and when you came back, there was Chat Noir standing in Adrien’s room. But he didn’t see you, and detransformed. Adrien had scratches on his face and a bruise on his arm. He turns around and sees you staring at him in disbelief. “Um- hey Y/N-“ he says awkwardly. "Adrien…how- whatever that doesn’t matter, what matters is you’re injured.” “How did you get this bruise?” “I tripped on the stairs running to transform, but the scratches came from the akuma.” "Okay let's get you patched up."

Needless to say, it was very awkward between you two that afternoon, but you swore you would always protect Adrien’s secret.

15 years old (2/2)

Hawkmoth attempted to akumatize you twice while you and Adrien were 15. Here's what happened:

1st time- Gabriel threatened to remove Adrien from school. You stood up to him but he basically kicked you out of the house so you couldn't see Adrien at home until you straightened up. Of course he was planning to akumatize you. It failed because Adrien called you asking where you were, he wanted to talk to you about a project.

2nd time- You saw Adrien and Marinette laughing and talking together. However illogical, due to the fact that you were secretly engaged to Adrien, you were worried he would fall for her and try to get his father to call off the marriage. You walk into class one day, seeing Mari and Adrien talking and then when they notice you, they immediately go quiet. You run out of the room crying, and slump against the wall somewhere. Adrien went after you, but while he was looking for you, Hawkmoth's akuma landed on your necklace Adrien made for you when you were 6. Upon seeing Adrien running toward you, you renounce the akuma. Adrien pulls you into a tight hug, and confesses that he loves you.

And that he was asking Mari for advice on planning a surprise party for you for your 16th birthday.

17 years old

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611 notes - Posted May 13, 2022

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[amoc94]

My BTS Fanfiction Recommendation.

These will include Romance, Fluff or Angst.

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If you hope for more stories from those authors, please do something to support them. By giving shout out, comments, and reblog their works. It's how tumblr works, people.

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I have yandere fanfic recommendation in separate post. Please look at my Navi here.

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1. Monster, series. Mafia leader Taehyung, arranged marriage AU. There are several other interconnected stories with another member, but I like Tae's the most.

2. I Love You Too, long oneshot. Boyfriend Jungkook, ex-boyfriend Taehyung. I like this sooo much.

3. To Love An Empress, oneshot. King Yoongi, funny historical romance. Honestly, looking at his behaviour on the screen, I can picture him acts like the character in this fanfic. Grumpy, cool, but caring at the same time. Love it♥️

4. House of Cards, miniseries. Namjoon with foreigner reader, Idol AU, angst and romance. So beautiful that I cried😭

5. The Young Wolf, very long oneshot. Jungkook and reader in Game of Thrones AU. It's a beautiful angst.

6. The Shoulder In Which You Cry, oneshot. Namjoon x Reader, Jungkook x Reader, angst and romance, bestfriend AU.

7. Flux, miniseries. Jungkook x Reader x Yoongi, Office AU, Polyamorous relationship.

8. Mirrors, two short chapters. Jungkook x reader, friends with benefit AU.

9. Intertwine, long oneshot. Hoseok x reader, feat. Namjoon, past lovers AU, infidelity. The plot twist will leave your jaw drop.

10. Falling Trilogy, three parter. Jimin x assistant reader, Idol AU. The way the author writing the emotion and feeling...♥️

11. House of Cards, miniseries. Taehyung x reader, Jungkook x reader. Infidelity and angst, but again, very beautiful. I reread it several times, and it never failed to stir up my emotion.

12. Codename, Assasin Hoseok x reader, feat. Yoongi. It's on AO3. Hoseok is super sexy here.

13. Watchdog, long oneshot. Mafia Jungkook x waitress reader, feat OT7. Jungkook is cool, the type of boyfriend you will want to have, in your dream of course🤭

14. Guilty, miniseries. Mafia Namjoon, assistant reader. I want to strangle Namjoon in this fic, he was so bad at expressing his feeling.😁

15. Last Christmas, oneshot. Ex husband Seokjin x reader, feat. Hoseok. Looking at this pair of characters, love it and sigh in exasperation at the same time.

16. Into the Woods, miniseries. Goblin Jungkook with reader.

17. Kanalia, ongoing series. Queen reader x Royal Guards Hoseok. Stir up your emotion until you are confuse what to feel🤭

18. Hope, oneshot. Hobi x reader, Idol AU, marriage life. Smut, angst with happy ending. I cried.♥️

19. The Early Shift, miniseries. Yoongi x reader, Coffeeshop AU, Enemies to lover.

20. An Abundance of Scrunchies, miniseries. Rich hot single dad Hobi x reader as kindergarten teacher, funny, fluff. Its on AO3.

21. The Thin Blue Line, miniseries. CEO Hoseok x reader, office AU. Enemies to lovers. It's on AO3.

22. Fallback, miniseries. Jungkook x reader, Jimin x reader. Infidelity, angst. It's on AO3. One of my favorite, you should read it, because Jimin here is very ... intense.

23. Jaded, two chapters short story. Husband Jungkook x reader, Idol AU, feat. OT7. A bit angst, but beautiful. Also on AO3.

24. Obligated, oneshot. Namjoon x reader, arranged marriage AU.

25. Plateu, two chapters short story. Jimin x reader, Jungkook x reader, College AU. A bit of angst, happy ending (I guess, depends on how you see it. Kkkk). It's on AO3.

26. Moonlit Throne, series of drabbles. King Yoongi of Joseon era, inspired by Daechwita. The depiction of scenes, ambience and culture are amazingly close to reality, the author clearly did her research. Just the beginning of first part already had my jaw dropped. 🤭

27. Bow to You, miniseries. King Jungkook x Queen OC. It's angst, a heavy one. I usually will avoid this kind of stuff, but there are so many emotions mixed inside my heart, the heart wrenching dynamic between them that draw my curiousity of what is going to happen next, I just can't stop reading.

28. Never, Never Fall, oneshot. Music producer Yoongi x reader. It's not a good idea if you read this when you are sad, because you'll cry even more. But it's really worth it. Very very beautiful.

29. Second Chances, oneshot. CEO Jungkook x almost ex wife reader. The smut!🤭 It's ,again, so beautiful. Jungkook is such a charm here.

30. Guarded, Mafia Hoseok x reader, miniseries. This one is interconnected with Namjoon's "Guilty" that I mentioned above.

31. The Garden Thief, long oneshot, hybrid Jungkook x reader. Want to know how it feels like to have a handsome bunny doing it on you under the rain? Then this is the story for you.😝

32. Gwanghae Flow, oneshot. Yoongi x queen reader in historical AU. Borderline PWP, but I include it in my fav anyway, because, omg, the debauchery is too beautiful and intense.

33. Remembrance, long oneshot, Yoongi x reader. Lost of memory from accident, heavy angst.

34. Stoic, two parter, CEO JK x wife reader.

35. Reflections, mini series of drabbles, Musician / Idol Yoongi x reader. Exes to lovers, angst with happy ending.

36. Faded Love, long oneshot, CEO Jimin x Wife Fashion Designer reader. Infidelity, angst with (somewhat) happy ending. The pain was still there at the end tho.😭

37. Forgivable, oneshot. Yoongi x reader. He was drafted, but he didn't tell you. It's on AO3.

38. Bangtan Drabbles, series of -well..., drabbles. Short and fun reading, but well written. Also on AO3.

39. Don't Talk to the Neighbours, series. Idol Yoongi × reader is deaf. It's fluff, and their dynamic, it's different and interesting. On AO3.

40. Duty Before Love, ongoing series. King Jungkook x concubine reader. Curious of what will happen next.

41. Crashing Into You, long one-shot. Mafia Hoseok x reader. Very well written.

42. My Tiny Secret, CEO Seokjin x reader. Angst and infidelity, some fluff too. This story will give you a rainbow of feelings. Really good.

43. Propinquity (Law of Seesaw), one shot. Bestfriend to lovers AU. Fluff and angst. Very relatable for me.

44. All's Fair in Love and War, Korean Joseon dynasty historical setting, Jungkook x reader, Jin x reader. This is written so well, which very rare. A MUST READ if you love historical romance! It's on AO3. Seemed the author deactivated her tumblr acc.

45. Somebody Else, Yoongi x reader, feat Namjoon. Infidelity AU. Cried twice, it's still beautiful. God, just pray that I won't have to experience this kind of thing irl later, because it's so relatable. On WP.

46. Tuqburni, poly au, series. Yoongi x reader x Jimin. Infidelity and angst. It's on tumblr too.

47. Withdrawal, oneshot. Druglord Yoongi x reader, feat JK as reader's brother. Kind of toxic relationship, mixed feeling about him here. 🤧

48. Come Home to me, Darling. Two parter, very long chapter. Husband Jimin x reader. Angst and infidelity, the journey of finding oneself and appreciate life. So beautifully written.

49. The Good Doctor. Series, BDSM, Dom-Sub relationship. Very well written on Wattpad.

50. Boo. Taehyung as a ghost x reader. It's fluff, with some angst. But nothing as scary or creepy as the title. I like the ending. On Wattpad.

51. So Close. Yoongi x reader. Almost break up, but then you find your way back home.

52. After Hours. Boss Yoongi x reader. Short and light, fun to read. Plot twist at the end? Kkk

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53. The Weekend. Jungkook x babysitter reader. You met him every weekend to fuck. It's infidelity, it's complicated. It's wrong, but it feels so right at the same time. Who is in the wrong here, him to not be able to let you go, or you, for falling in love with him? Beautiful angst.

54. Seoul Underground. Mafia Namjoon x Reader x Mafia Jungkook. This deserves to be published as a novel. Ongoing, on AO3.

Authors:

@neonlights92 @smileyoongle @jingabitch @xjoonchildx @junqkook @lemonjoonah @yoonia @aiimaginesbts @foxyseok @kpopisthereasonihavenolife @ratedbangtann @hobidreams @underthejoon @flowerwrites06 @joheunsaram @parkhabits @btssavedmylifeblr @jkeuphoriadreamland @blue-jade @jamaisjoons @taleasnewastime @personasintro @threeletterslife @jjkthclub @solastia @jungk0oksthighs @roses-ruby @namfinessed @run2yoongi @chryblossomjjk

I will reblog this post everytime two new stories are added at the end of the list.

#fic rec #bts fic rec #bts fanfic #bts #bts smut #bts scenarios #bts fic #bts namjoon #bts seokjin #bts jhs #bts taehyung #bts jimin #bts jungkook

[myevilmouse]

Love Yourselves:  2021

I was tagged by @arizonapoppy​​!  Thank you for the tag. 

Rules: filter your Ao3 stats page to 2021 and answer some questions/link some fics for everyone to enjoy! Tag 3 friends to do the same.

How many fics did you finish this year?

Well, I did the multifandom drabble exchange this year, so that doesn’t really count...My AO3 page says I wrote 35 fics this year but if we eliminate the drabbles then it’s only 6...by far my least prolific since I started posting on AO3...

Most popular (by kudos):

Copy That, the Mara Jade x Luke Skywalker clone gangbang you’ve been waiting for...

I’m not surprised, you pervs 😁😘

Least popular (by kudos):

The least popular is my fuckin magnificent multifandom drabble lol told in haiku The Perfect Blend.  Doesn’t anyone like those Japanese Tommy Lee Jones commercials?  I’m so proud of this thing. 😭

Most enjoyable to write:

I’m going to go with Failure to Communicate here.  This was my Merry Chissmas blackout bingo fic, and Tarkin IS SO FUN TO WRITE.  I really love that bastard.  It was just a low pressure, wham bam done in a couple hours fic that reminded me why I love writing fic and how sad I am I didn’t do more of it this year.

Copy That gets an honorable mention but the coherent choreography of a sixsome is WORK people.  WORK I tell you. 

Me trying to figure out which appendage can go in which available orifice^^

Most out of your comfort zone to write:

Easily No Small Thing (Jaime/Brienne).  I decided to pinch hit for a fic exchange I wasn’t even participating in, for a fandom I don’t actively participate in, and that was a bit stressful, since it was a pretty monster fandom.  And the books are different than the show and it was hard to decide things like what freaking color Jaime’s eyes should be when they are different in the different media... A LOT of research for a ship I’d never written (is Jaime a tenor?  What’s his singing voice like?  Go google Nikolaj Coster Waldau singing and find out!).  It didn’t take too long and huge props to my husband who supported and served as advisor.

Also I take gift fics very seriously, and really work hard to try to hit the likes of the giftee, an added level of complexity to writing this.  But it has been well received ❤ Thanks GoT fandom!

Fic you’re most proud of:  

Since it’s “fic” I shall remove the drabbles from consideration.  *throws them out*

Copy That, since I have wanted to write Mara with a clone gangbang FOREVER and I finally did it!

Best fic you wrote (or finished) this year, in your opinion:

I actually finished a sort of sequel to Conflicting Aesthetics that I have not posted, which is really my fave thing I did, but since it’s not posted I am going to go with Copy That again.

Anything you wrote that you feel is underrated?  

Besides that Tommy Lee Jones-inspired haiku?!!?  :) 

I wrote a bilingual Thryce story told in drabbles (each chapter is 100 words for 10 separate chapters) which was 1) a lot of work 2) a pretty sweet little ficlet.  I think some people didn’t understand it was in English as well as Polish so it hasn’t gotten as much love as most of my Thryce stuff usually does, so either it’s not as sweet as I think, or the long scary consonant clusters that hover near the English are intimidating...

It’s called Party Games and it was a gift for the incomparable @handsofthrawn​​

I’ll tag @celinamarniss​​ @jedimordsith​​ and @jedidryad​​!

#game of thrones #Tommy Lee Jones #Mara Jade #braime #jaime x brienne #luke x mara #luke/mara #Thryce #grand admiral thrawn #governor pryce #arihnda pryce #thrawn #drabbles #drabble #haiku #poetry #my thoughts #myfic #thanks for the tag! #fanfic is for fun #fandom friends #fandom life

[carpisuns]

fanfic year in review: 2020

thanks for the tag @gabriel-agreste-has-no-rights and @peachcitt !!

this is lowkey embarrassing tho bc both of you wrote so much and i only wrote like 2 words alksdfjsf

1. List of fics completed this year in the order they were finished:

1/1: XYZ — marichat. also happy bday 2 this fic lol

2/3: Second Chance — lukagami

2/13: lucky (we’re in love in every way) — love square (onesided adrien reveal and then full reveal)

5/24: Right Now and Always — PRPR

5/25: Why Are You Like This? — time travel shenanigans, adrienette date

7/31: you’re stuck with me (no homo) — luxy (luka x xy)

10/8: Pizza and Orange — lukagami

10/11: Dirt-y Little Secret — marichat

12/2: it’s a small world after all — adrienette

12/14: holding hands (and stuff) — marichat

total: 10

2. Number of words written:

68,218

3. Your most popular fic:

Why Are You Like This?

4. Your personal fav:

lucky (we’re in love in every way) cause it was just 3000% self-indulgence :) and i enjoyed the disaster energy haha

5. Your fav scene:

the kwami argument/embarrass-your-holder contest in lucky was a blast to write!

7. A line of writing you’re proud of:

from tell me something i don’t know (marichat soulmate au). i really like how this whole scene turned out so it’s another fav, heh

It was the same thing she’d said to him years ago, on a night like this one, in the glow of the candles, with his rose-shaped love wilting in his hands.

8. A comment that touched you:

omgsh so many 😭😭😭 people are so kind and i appreciate it so much!

shout out to @deadlycosmetix for binge reading my multichaps as well some oneshots and leaving lovely comments on every chapter aaaa that made my day 🥺

also someone told me they would buy a physical copy of “lucky” and asked me if they could print it out kslfjaslkdfajks that blew me away

9. Something that inspired your writing:

i’m inspired by so many writers and artists in the fandom every day! but a few of my fics this year had direct inspiration :)

 @gabriel-agreste-has-no-rights fic Tastes Like Dirt inspired Dirt-y Little Secret

@yunyin art here inspired Why Are You Like This?

@gabriel-agreste-has-no-rights, @bugaboo-n-bananoir, and @janaikam’s amazing luxy content inspired you’re stuck with me (no homo)

and @shishitsunari​’s animation here partially inspired the click scene from ch. 2 of tell me something i don’t know. i pictured his reaction exactly like this :’)

10. Your proudest accomplishment (that one scene; finally finishing that one fic; posting your first fic; etc):

it’s still a wip so idk if it counts as an accomplishment but i’m proud of the progress i’ve made so far on tell me something bc i’m usually too much of a coward to commit to a multichap haha

also, i got to write something for the Kagami Zine and the ML Writer Zine, which was really cool! i’d never been in a zine before

11. Do you have any writing goals for the next year?

write more in general lol. and finish tell me something 😤

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