#youre the reason I have so many ideas for my boyfriends oc

[anashins]

Could we get a ocxJaehyun where he’s kinda insecure cos oc doesn’t show she’s jealous (just not a situation where he tries to make her jealous on purpose pls🥺) and when he confronts her about it she’s like “you have no idea how jealous I am, I mean look at yourself 😭😭😭” so the rest of the story may be smth fluffy like healthy communication or just smut lmao.

Pls <3

Pairing: Jaehyun x You

Genre: light angst, fluff, romance, a bit suggestive in the end

Word Count: 1.3k

Summary: After posting a picture of you and your male best friend, your boyfriend turns very jealous. After all, you're always so casual about his life, so he assumes the reason behind is that you don't find him attractive and wait for someone better to come around. If only he knew.

A/N: Thank you for requesting! I went through this 2 days ago with my bf, this hit very close to home haha

“Having dinner with my best friend in the whole wide world!”

Jaehyun read the caption on your Instagram story post over and over again while his stomach dropped in the process.

The fact that the photo you had posted did not only show food, but a guy having his arm around your shoulder while you were leaning close to him put him into a rage. And his members were his target. 

Jaehyun tossed his phone back into his bag and returned to the others who were currently learning a new choreography. By the change of his facial expression alone, Taeyong could tell that his mood had entirely shifted within an instant - something that unfortunately happened too many times lately.

“What’s wrong?”

he asked with his serious leader-voice, having predicted the outcome of this situation already and wanting to prevent it at all cost. There was no way Jaehyun would disturb the entire dance practice with his jealous mood again.

“Nothing.”

How he stood there though, with the corners of his lips facing downwards, eyes dark and arms folded across his chest, now everyone was alarmed and the leader had to look over their friendship for once and put Jaehyun in his place. Again.

“If it’s nothing, then act like it. We have a concert coming up,” Taeyong addressed him. “Otherwise I will have to send you away.”

Jaehyun just grumbled something, but remained silent. His friends rather had him silent than taking it out on everyone though, which was why nobody talked to him for the remaining hours again.

When practice was over, Taeyong walked up to him and took him aside.

“I’m telling you this not only as your leader anymore, but as your friend too, okay? Talk it out with her. Either that or you won’t be allowed on your phone during practice, Jaehyun. I’m serious. Everytime something like this happens, your mood is eating you up and everyone feels it. You can’t concentrate, you can’t memorize the moves, you cannot work with the others. This has to end.”

“I’m sorry.” Jaehyun dropped his head along with his shoulders, and Taeyong felt guilty, but he had to do what he was supposed to do. 

He patted his friend’s back. “It’ll be fine.” And with a grin, he added, “I mean, look at you. You’re Jeong Jaehyun. You don’t have any rivals.”

-

“Hey, how was your day?” you asked Jaehyun after entering his apartment.

You were in a relatively good mood as you had had a great day with your best friend who was visiting the country for a month, and since he was living abroad the majority of the time, you tried spending so much with each other as possible.

The possibility of it irking Jaehyun had only crossed your mind when he started commenting on the photos you posted kind of snarky like “Oh, you’re out together again today?”, but since he hadn’t said anything directly, you had just brushed this feeling off.

Today though, he didn’t look good at all, it was written all over his face, no matter how hard he tried to conceal it with a fake smile that he usually reserved for cringy fancalls. 

“Are you okay?” you asked when you followed him into the living room. “You can tell me, you know?”

“Yeah, I’m okay. It’s just…” He took a deep breather. “I haven’t heard from you all day.” 

“I’m sorry, I was busy. You know I’m rarely on my phone when I'm with people. I don’t want them to feel like I prioritize anything else over my time with them.”

He shrugged. “But there is always enough time to post on your Instagram story.”

Jaehyun could have bitten into his own tongue as he was usually very composed, but before he could redeem himself, you had already put the puzzle pieces together. 

He was jealous.

He shook his head. “I’m sorry, I’m just-’”

You got on your tiptoes and cupped his face. “Jaehyun… please tell me exactly what’s wrong. You know there is nothing to worry about since he has a girlfriend too and that’s just how we are together. I always told you that.” 

He averted his eyes, but you remained yours. “You’re always so casual and excited about everything. You like all my posts, my stories, comment encouragingly and supportingly on them, no matter when and no matter with who. Even if I don’t find time to reply to you, even if something holds me back from returning you the same energy. Am I the only one who cares?”

“Care about what?”

“That someone might take you away from me.”

“Jaehyun…” You tilted your head. “Why would you think that?”

“Because you never reacted the same way as I. No matter where I am, what I do or what kind of videos and pictures pop up online. You never seem to be bothered, and yet here I am, not being able to return this feeling, because even when a guy looks at you, I want to get you out of his eyesight. Does it mean I’m just not that attractive in your eyes, so you’re not worried at all? I genuinely want to know.”

Your mouth stood open over the fact that your boyfriend, possibly almost every girl in your age range’s ideal type, was assuming you didn’t find him handsome. His perfect face, that graced screens, placards, phones and everyone could stare at whenever and how often they wanted. He thought he wasn’t attractive, because you didn’t show jealousy.

Of course you were jealous as hell.

You brushed with your thumbs over his cheeks, trying to ease him. “Every day, so many people get to see this handsome face and experience your kind character. Just look at yourself. Of course I’m jealous too. Sometimes, especially when you’re touring, they see you more often than I, and I get to backtrack everything online, what you’re doing and saying, after them, after strangers. And the things they write… I don’t want to see, but I cannot close my eyes. At times, the pain gets so unbearable that I have to log off and trust that you eventually call me and tell me about everything.”

Jaehyun frowned and his former dark mien shifted into a frown. “I didn’t know all that.”

“Of course you wouldn’t know, because would that benefit me in any way? No. I trust you and only you. Everyone else doesn’t matter. I don’t have any influence, so I try to distance myself from it. So, I’m sorry if you ever feel like I don’t find you attractive enough, because I don’t show it in that kind of way. It’s just… I will always get painfully reminded that so many other people feel that way too. And every single one of them would take you away from me in an instant if they ever get the opportunity.”

"Nobody will.”

“I know.”

Something inside Jaehyun cracked when he saw you being so honest and also so confident about it. So, you were feeling the same about the other, you just had different ways to express and cope with it. 

Jaehyun took your hand into his and kissed your palm. “I’m sorry for being so insecure sometimes and not having more faith. We love each other, we want to be with each other, I shouldn’t make you feel down with my problem. I should be more like you. It’s the healthier way. Please show me how.”

“Baby steps,” you told him and took his hand into yours. “But first, let me prove to you how attractive I find you.”

“Maybe it will take you more than one time to convince me.”

“That’s fine.”

#jaehyun #jeong jaehyun #jaehyun imagines #jaehyun scenarios #jaehyun x you #jaehyun x reader #nct #nct 127 #nct scenarios #nct imagines #nct x reader #nct x you #kpop imagines #kpop scenarios #jaehyun fluff

[literally-noone83]

Supernatural Headcanons: Receiving Affection (1/?)

About: female!reader×platonic!everyone, teenage/young adult reader, reader's love language is touch: hugging, hanging off the boys' shoulders, falling asleep on their shoulders and the like :) just wholesome things (with some angst).

Word count: It's a long a one...

Warning: Angst, Shouting, other than that it's just fluffy :)

A/n: This reallt isnt a head cannon tbh. Started with an idea, created an OC then a background and then and then and then — it spiralled into this mess haha.

I meant to go further - provide that conclusion to create a holistic narrative... but it's already really long and atm felt uninspired to keep going with it. So we wait, sorry !

Welp, enjoy!

Let's imagine your love language is touch. The crave and the lingering need to touch, hug, lean on, hold onto someone, some one you felt safe around and loved by was a instinct you've always had.

Surrounding yourself with some of the most emotionally stunted and constipated people — emotionally unavailable car, pie and ACDC loving hunter, his emotionally neglected brother and monotonous 'I don't understand the reason for handholds if you're not lost' angel boyfriend — your touchy feely nature was met half-heartedly.

Given the moment you first met them was amidst a series of tumultuously devastating events — one easy case turned bad, the loss of family was never easy on a adolescent. And for the most part that's all you were to them. Another poor young soul caught up in the cusp of a terrifying world Dean and Sam intended to protect. To save. It never came without consequence — it's just this time in came in the form of a teenager, tear stained and alone.

Dead of night, once the vampires who took your mother and little brother were resolved with a few knife swings and burning bullets — it was the embrace Sam offered that changed things.

You needed it. Solace, comfort. Something to keep you grounded.

The Winchesters would do more than offer a hug. Decisions and shots were called, arguments sure did occure — another mouth to feed, a head to look out for — but in the end life kept moving and this was all you had left; a reason, an opportunity, to help.

A Winchester. You were the rookie who could barely hold a gun. Then you were the amature that fought to fight; snooping for cases, sneaking out for a chance to shoot and to prove you can contribute. Couple years fly by and now you're family.

So many night spent trading stories, on the stupid shit Dean pulled and Sam moments of pubescent embarrassment among the pockets of normal school life, or your gems of memory with your mother you missed and a brother you had teased. The banter was rich on both ends — most prominently with Dean. It was just so easy. A grumpy old man who dished out the rules and stomped around with that voice of his — you couldn't help yourself.

*in Dean's voice* "Its too dangerous, me macho man will take care of it" *normal voice* "y'know I didn't realise you were one grey hair away from being my father..."

He lets out a humorless laugh, rubbing his chin and gesturing to you at Sam. "She thinks shes funny huh? youre real comedian— thats it!"

He chases you down the bunker and you run away. Deans yelling and your laughter ringing behind Sam.

Sam truly was enjoying to have someone on his side — till at times he wasn't so lucky. You and Dean were a little too powerful once you joined arms...

Amidst this new found family, Dean and Sam quickly noticed how much you liked to hug them... almost clingy.

Granted, it wasn't like you smothered everyone who walked into your life — with Dean and Sam it was different. They saved you, welcomed you, took care of you. You trusted them.

It qas noticeable during the early days of your stay. After long hunts when you were left behind, in security of the bunker, those hours felt like days and days felt like years. Crippling fear of losing the only formed tether of family and safety frightened you.

The moment the door clicked open, "Hey, Y/n, we're back," a bag of take out ready and jackets being torn off in lethargic movements of a day's struggle, "got some burgers and those curly fries as remembered and—"

Frantic steps and a leap, Dean was almost knocked down by the force of your hug. Wrapped around his neck, face buried in his collar. "Woah there, Kid." He stumbled and huffed from the suddenness.

"Y/n? you ok?" Sam asked at your long passing moments in embrace. Words of gladness and "Thank god"s poured from your lips, stepping back to look at how they're really here. Alive. Safe. The brothers noted it was probably because of your family — you were dealing and I think they are one of few people who could really understand that.

However, this passing moment became everytime. They'd come home and you'd hug them briefly. Once you were coming with them than waiting patiently, you'd embrace them before bed.

Huddled around the table, Sam reading, Dean nursing a cold beer whilst flipping through a magazine as you ate and prompted Dean into weird topics of 'never have I ever - monster edition'. You'd bid yourself adue.

"I'm gonna hit the sack, weirdos." You'd walk around to them. "Enjoy your light reading, Sammy. And enjoy your pervy magazine, old man." Passing by, wrapping your arm their shoulders, affectionately nudging cheeks with them — Sam would accept them graciously, the loving gesture comforting to him. And Dean would simply hum at you, trying his best to look indifferent or exasperated by such contact. But you knew he silently enjoyed them, and Sam did especially; knowing his older brother, the boundary of affection was never crossed but from you — a semblance of a younger sister — was soothed but this entry of comfort. Shoulders slacked, posture less tense, you were a reminder of everything was okay.

"Now get off me - you need a shower."

When Castiel was around it, too, didn't take long before he was another victim to your embraces. Seeing how close Cas was to Dean and Sam, it meant he was good.

Late night car rides, slumped against the worn leather of Baby as the soft rock channel hummed alongside the murmuring engine pushing the hunters and a angel home. The orange street light continuously ran over their laps, exhaustion lingered in the vehicle — Dean's raw red knuckles were prominent, wrapped around the steering wheel. Sam sported a scrape on his cheek bone, exchanging hushed words between his brother and Castiel. Sat in the back with Cas, you couldn't bother chipping on the discussion. The headache you endured only just subsided, with just a bruise that ached at your side, both the dull music and gentle voices did well to block it. Soothing you into a lul.

"Someone's uncharacteristically quiet..." Sam humoured. The two shared a peak through the review mirror to catch your heavy eyes and tilting head you struggled to hold up. Dean couldn't help but smirk, chuckling under his breath at your disgruntled hum towards Sam.

"It's a nice change," he joked.

"Dean," Cas warned, glancing attentively to you, "She did a lot today."

"Yea... she did." He said silently proud. Of course she did.

Moments passed and next thing you know, Cas felt your held fall on his shoulder. Almost surprised, he didn't move an inch. Tossing and turning, laying on him finally made you settle. Staring down at you, he was glad to see you sleep — you took too many nights to sitting on thay laptop keen that every minute need not be wasted. And so he laid back a bit more comfortably, mindful on how much he moved. He understood, humans needed their rest.

Dean couldn't help but find it endearing.

The boys did their best to revieve your affection in stride. Cas was always naturally stiff when you slung your arm over his shoulders. Dean tried his best to act annoyed when you attack hug him from behind, and awkwardly patting your back. Sam never minded the time you'd sit beside him, leaning against his larger stature while he read or researched.

Then Jack showed up. Between losing Mary, Crowley, the fright of Cas' death and so much more — times weren't the easiest. Lucifer's son, the premeditated anti-christ that was the cease all life and goodness, the first day of getting to know Jack was a rocky path. While Sam continuously sympathised the young man and Dean couldn't even look at him, you remained initially indifferent. Just like your brothers, you were scared more than anything, grieving over the losses especially Cas — you didn't know what to think but you did know they needed you.

Jack noticed how you kept wrapping your arms around them every time you left off to somewhere or twist your twist your face into something warm at the much angrier man. It was so peculiar to him that he asked Sam when they were in the cellar, "why does she do that?"

"What?"

A look of seriousness worried Sam, "Do that - hold him. Dean." And he looked at him confused.

"You mean— she hugging him." Jack's face didn't change, "she's embraced him because she's worried about him," it sounded more like a question as he mimicked the gesture, "you embrace someone when you want to comfort them, or show them affection."

"'affection'?"

"It's means to show care for someone."

Jack looks at him, "She does it a lot." He noted.

Sam omitted a breathy laugh, "Yea. She does - she cares a lot, I suppose."

Soon your apprehension grew to empathy for the nephillum. His innocence and innate kindness baffled you at times. He borne no essence of evil - he rather carried Kelly's sweetness, and a fear that made you realise that Jack was far from anything like his father. He was just Jack.

The realisation settled within you as you sat on that crate where your breath transpired in the cold, facing Jack curled up beside the dumpster. Large shadows drew over his furrowed brows, deep with sadness and hurt as he said, "Maybe I'm not worth all this". Your heart sunk. All alone without the comfort of his mother and guidance of the angel she promised, made to feel like he was something he wasn't — worthless.

"Stop." The words escaped your lips faster than you could think and he stared at you saddened. "Don't..." You hesitated, too many things you want to say and you settle with reaching out a gentle hand. "Can I please uhm..." Jack slightly confused gave his hand at your hushed question. And he was surprised by your warm and firm grip; holding his palm with your other hand instantly clasping over his knuckles, you told him "Jack, you are worth all this..." staring intently into his eyes. "Sam thinks your worth it, so did Castiel, your mother. And so do I."

His eyes softened, and a small smile slipped onto your lips. Hope seeping into his features, he asked, "Really?"

"Really." You said.

That night you shared a room with Jack, agreeing with Sam things were too tense with Dean. You'd continue to be at Jack's side, speaking to him, answering his questions, simply being with Jack whilst mediating your brothers. Meaning, your constant defense of Jack caused a constant bickering and arguing with Dean. Unlike Sam the Diplomat, you two were almost explosive. Dean hated how close you'd stick by that thing, that freak; he was dangerous, he could hurt you! And you hated Dean's merciless disdain for him — always throwing warnings at the names and disregarding statements Dean would say without a thought with Jack.

At times, when Sam was with Jack, the moment he'd leave you and the eldest alone, stiff muttering of words escalated into loud yelling. Seething at each other until your red faced. Sam would always have to intervene, assuring Jack they're just "hot headed".

This anger festered into Dean's asserting orders; regulations, rules, reprimanding of your interactions with Jack. You were holding Jack's hand cause he seemed nervous, Dean would explicitly say no handing holding with devils. Alone in a room with him on an off chance again? Dean's dragging you out on errands or telling you to go to your room. Walking around the table offering your bidding night hugs, your affectionate squeeze on Jack's shoulder earned a warning glare from Dean.

You always made a face back, countering his overprotective as overbearing and stupid. When you finally had a go at him for it, Sam was out and there was nothing holding them back. You both pushed at each other to your limits. Comparing Jack to you when you some kid helpless and alone too, or Sam deemed bad before he could do any good, really sent Dean down the rails — because you're family. Jack is Lucifer's son, not you.

"Does he look like Lucifer's son to you, Dean?! He does nothing but be kind, gentle. He listens to your orders, he's even terrified of you!"

"And so he should be!" His voice booms with anger you hadn't heard from Dean till now and it shakes you. "You think I care that he can smile nicely at you, and say 'thank you' and 'sorry'? That doesn't matter. Cas is gone because of him, Mum is gone because of him. Wake up, Y/n, he can't change what he is and what he is, is a freak, an inevitable danger to you, to us, this entire freaking world- I'm sorry youre too damn stupid and niave to realise that." His starn, harsh words push past his lips in a burst of thoughts that seemed like he's been holding in forever, and he has to lean back for a moment to sigh. You stood there without moving, your eye glisten against your will as you swallow his words. He paused before turning to walk away without another word — the knife sunk a little deeper.

"I know you're hurting, Dean," your voice went small, and you caught him mid step. "but you're not the only one." His face grew sullen: he was too angry, too tired. He hadn't the energy to say or do something. Looking at you, he noticed your quivering lip you tried so hard to hide and instantly in his eyes you reverted back into that small 14 year old girl he and Sam decided to take under their wing. An image that flashed by and then you were walking away. To the other side of the bunker. And after a few heart beats, he did too.

Without either of you knowing, Jack had heard the entire altercation. Your purposeful steps rushed past him and you didn't see him — too busy fiercely wiping away escaping hot tears you didn't want. Jack had never seen you this upset and quietly he followed you to your room. He heard you slam the door shut and heard you sniffle inside. Hesitant he slowly cracked the door open to see your back facing towards him, sat on the edge of your unmade bed, silently crying.

A sensation of sorrowful guilt imbued in the centre of his chest. This was his fault wasn't it?

"Y/n?" His sudden appearance finally made known surprises you and you whip around. "Jack," your voice is thick with emotions, harshly sniffed back as your wiped your cheeks several times. "What are you..." You took a deep breath. Seeing his worried eyes you realised your attempt to appear unphased and normal was feeble — your eyes were puffy, flushed cheeks and red nose. And then it hit you, "I'm sorry, Jack. Sorry you had to hear that it's just, he's just..." you lett your hands fall to your lap defeatedly and head hung low. You looked him and flashed a weak smile, "Don't worry," Jack moved to sit on your bed, "It's just everything's a bit weird."

"I'm sorry." He finally said simply.

"What? Jack-"

"I'm sorry," he looked at you with those same eyes that night. "that you, Dean and Sam are hurting - because of me."

You shook your head, "No, no Jack, you have done nothing wrong, we're fine. We will work this out-"

"But you are crying, you are upset."

"I'm fine, Jack, don't-"

"Why are you lying?" He places a hand over yours, catching your evasive and scattered gaze. He pulls you to a halt, forcing you to meeting his big attentive eyes. They were so kind and gentle. And the warm of his hand stopped your racing heart. "You can tell me." He said softly and such simple words crashes over you. Your eyes locked onto his, you let silence hang in between as you soaked in this blooming comfort from someone you least expected it. It was overwhelming. And the longer you looked at him, all thoughts and emotions started to feel too real, too much, and your eyed began to well up in tears. Trying to blink them away made them fall faster and your gaze fell to his hand. "I- I'm sorry."

Your voice cracked and your instinctively tried to cover your face; to hide from Jack which you were sure you were confusing him even more with your immense and sudden outpour of emotions. You muttered your apologies, intending to turn to avoid overwhelming him further until the mattress dipped this way and there and a pair of arms embraced you. The foreign feeling of his body against yours made you hold your breath for a second — digesting the unexpected gesture of comfort from Jack and one that you didn't know you needed.

He held you firmly, his head tucked beside yours, eyes scrunched tight as if desperate to make you feel better. Seconds pass before you relent into his touch, wrapping your arms around his neck and burrying yourself away into the nape of his neck. And Jack squeezed you a little tighter.

You and Jack would stay like that for a while. Until your quiet sobs muffled into his shirt quietened down to weak sniffles and your arms loosened, feeling yourself wafting into sleep.

Once Sam came home from his grocery run, he was met by the unsuaul silence and brooding Dean who fixing himself a sandwich.

"Dean, I literally went shopping to cook now why are you-"

"'s not for me." He finished it before pushing it towards Sam, "Mind giving this to Y/n?" It was hardly a question.

The way his brother barely looked at him leaning back with a drink, and the sullenness of his voice, Sam knew something must've happened, "...And why can't you do that?"

"I don't think she's in the mood to talk to be right about now."

Sam walked up to your door, sick with worry and anger to hear what had gone down between you and Dean. The steam from yet another argument with Dean came to a simmer seeing your door not locked but left ajar. He slowed, softly calling out "Y/n?" coming closer he heard not only your soft snores he knew well after years but another's.

Entering he stopped — there you were deep in slumber. And in the arms of the nephilum. Your head lay in the croock of his neck, arms loosely fallen across his torso while his around your shoulders. Sam noted your red eyes and nose, stains of tears that revealed the severity of this argument with Dean had a toll on you. It pained his heart yet seeing Jack with you overturned such hurt — he comforted you. A cosmic being does not need sleep yet Jack visibly chose to rest with you — to show you he cared too. However it there was no doubt you had fallen asleep on him first — a sign of your trust.

The two of you have connected, and Sam quietly left, clicking the door shut with a relief and no plan on letting his older brother know about this.

#spn #supernatural #dean winchester #sam winchester #castiel #jack kline #fluff #fanfic #fluffy headcannons #reader x dean winchester #reader x sam winchester #reader x castiel #reader x jack kline #platonic #i should be studying #haha

[callmerainman]

Reigen Arataka with a reader who works as a model

I always liked the idea of Reigen being in a Jessica Rabbit/Roger Rabbit relationship with a partner, just a funny little guy going out with someone unbelievably out of his league

I mean, he's hot himself but aside from old ladies I think he'd have to put up a bit of work to pick up someone

He doesn't really care about your job, he got with you for many other reasons. But he will brag at least a tiny bit.

So, even if it's hypocritical of him, he will show you off from time to time. Like smirking as people turn around to look at you while he's holding your waist. A very shit-eating-"yeah, that's my partner"-grin. Especially at fellow psychics gatherings and in front of Banshomaru.

But he feels bad afterwards.

"Babe, you know that I'm not dating you just because of your job, right?"

"Taka, this is your third time telling me this tonight"

He doesn't miss ANY of your runway shows. You'll make sure to get him a front row seat every time because he doesn't want to miss any detail of your make up, dresses and beautiful features.

If you're a photo model, he'll come to your photoshoots and just look at you doing your job in awe.

I know he's always like "psychic powers or looks or skills don't make anyone special blah blah blah" but you might be the only exception because holy shit.

Would start taking pictures with his cheap ass flip phone as well.

He's all about hyping you up before shows and reassuring you in case you're feeling bad

Constantly making sure that your work environment is safe. The modeling world can be cruel, so he makes sure that no one is pressuring you too much, or making you feel bad about your looks and body. He wants you to be comfortable and happy with yourself.

"Doesn't your boyfriend worry that maybe you could get with someone else here at the agency? I mean, there's a lot of attractive people" one of your colleagues asks

You laugh calmly "Reigen? Oh, he's aware that there are many stunning people here. But what he's more aware of is that I only have eyes for him"

But if another model is blatantly hitting on you in front of him, he will sneak a hand around your waist or shoulders.

"You're with this guy?"

"There's no reason to not be with him"

My OC I like to pair up with Reigen works as a model, so I was inspired to make some headcanons! Hope it's not too corny

#mob psycho 100 #mp100 #mp100 reigen #reigen arataka #reader insert #tumblr sexyman #writers on tumblr #x reader #fanfic #headcanon #headcanons #reigen headcanons #reigen arataka headcanons #the “wassup riri” “wassup rocky” audio on tiktok and its consequences #model reader

[deadn30n]

happy early 2024 !

posted a bit early as i'll be going to bed relatively soon, but i wanted to say something to usher in the new year!

as some of you know, i've been in the RPC for a very long time, but took a well needed hiatus a year or so back. i only recently returned mid-November && have not regretted that decision for a second. ♥ it's only been a month and a half, but it's been the best month and a half i've ever spent on this site. i admit i was nervous to return for a variety of reason ( mostly avoiding some rather negative people i originally split from this site to escape from ) but i've come to find that this space space i've built has fostered so much positivity for me, and i'm very grateful for that. i'm grateful for all the new friends i've made, all the connections i've forged, the writing i've done, and the plots i've gotten to explore! && as the new year approaches, i'm walking it into with quite a few new aspirations and hopes. i'm really, really thankful to everyone who's given me the time and chance to reach out and make a connection. to the people who've talked to me and told me they're excited for the release of my book, for my return to the vtubing community, for the times we play games together and just goof off.

i hope you know how much you all mean to me. i wish i could tag EVERYONE in this post but tumblr would kick my ass, but just know that i'm truly and honestly grateful and honored to have met the people that i have and look forward to talking more with all of you and getting to know you better. there are a few people i want to single out to shower with love who've supported me or have even known me from the LAST TIME i was on the site lmao

@goldenfists : you should already know you'd be the first on my list Joo Joo Bean. my beloved. we've known each other for what... 3 years now? roughly that, give or take, but you have no idea how much you really mean to me. from the moment we met i knew you were someone i wanted to keep in my circle. i adored you and still do; you've seen the changes i've gone through, the growth i've made, and supported every positive decision i've made. even when i finally built my first oc, and your first incentive was to foster a relationship between sett and eden and letting me know that you LOVED my creatives when i was so scared to take that first dive into making an oc. i love you so much dude. ;_; i'll never forget how you teased me on stream about my pronunciation of your name but then insisted i kept pronouncing it like that because you thought it was cute. i wish you knew just how much you mean to me, because words aren't enough to justify my feelings toward you. i love you Joo Joo Bean, i love you to the moon and back, and i can't wait to see what 2024 has in store for you and i, and our little blorbos @empyreous : ELLE!!!11 ELLE!!!!1 MY BELOVED PARTNER IN CRIME ON LEAGUE!!!! we haven't known each other for very long but god have i LOVED writing with you and goofing off in my favourite games. you've given me a brand new love for league and you're so fucking talented with your ocs and your writing that i'm just chomping at the bit for us to keep going. i literally can't wait to see what we end up developing for these silly little dudes and it makes me so very happy to have you in my corner. i wish you only the best in the world and i'm certain 2024 will give us so many more funny memories to cherish. save me eboi.... eboi save me....

@seeksmoon / @seekslight : softie you loveable little shit. you boyfriend stealing monster ( affectionate ). actually, if i was gonna share my boyfriend with anyone, it'd gladly be you. BUT JOKES ASIDE i'm really delighted we met and hit it off as well as we did. the way you write both alune and lux have me going GRRRRR BARK BARK BARK and i adore the dynamics we've started to built between yonealune and ezlux. we haven't had nearly enough time to hang out yet and that's a fucking CRIME if you ask me. i'm sure come 2024 though we'll have plenty of time to be a couple of goobers and mess around in league here on tumblr. you're such a sweetheart and even my bf talks so positively of you, and anyone that can make him happy makes ME happy. i hope you know you won't get rid of him and i so easily ♥ we enjoy hanging out with you, and we hope you do too :>

@ayahimes : astrid u ain't getting away from me i'm rapidly approaching ur location at mach 10. LFKDJASLKJDF i'm teasing i'm teasing but MAN i've had so much fun playing weague of wegends with you ( and looking forward to when we start playing ffxiv too ) but you're such a sweetheart man. a good energy, positive presence that i love being around ;v; i hope we'll get to play more in the future and chat more and get to know each other!! ♥♥♥

@mellodiies : misha all i'm gonna say is this year... you will be boiled.... ( this ask forever lives rent free in my head and i'm never going to stop laughing at this i hope you know ) ok but in all seriousness i'm so glad i worked up the courage to follow your blog because it's been a bucket of laughs and also seeing one of my childhood faves being doted over so lovingly just makes me so!!!!!!!!!!! i hope this year we'll be able to write ( and even if we don't i'm also content just observing your shenanigans bc they always brighten my day ). thank you for filling my dash with the little pep in my day that i need, you're a fucking goober and i adore you for it

@vulpesse : hi bunnie!! we never really got much of a chance to chat before ( we did get to write a bit in the past though, which i enjoyed! ) but i want you to know that you are one of my biggest inspirations on this site and i was so goddamn happy when i found you again that i hit the follow button so fast i think i broke my finger LMAO but seriously.... you're great. you have such a wonderful energy about you and you're so unbelievably talented with an indomitable spirit. i love seeing your posts every day, and i'm glad to share this same space as you! ♥ please never change, you truly are such a bright light in an otherwise murky world

@heartate : plum u know i couldn't forget about my favourite edgy thot. i fuckin love u dude. it's crazy to think we've known each other for like what? 10 years? like christ. and even though those first few years weren't filled with the happiest of memories, it's been my honor to be able to make amends with you. i always appreciated you for approaching me with that heartfelt apology. i never resented you, and even less so now that i knew the kind of awful situation you were put through back then. you didn't deserve the pain and abuse you went through, and i'm glad you're finally able to break free and grow. flourish and fill the world with your light, because you're a good person and i firmly stick by that notion. no matter what happened between us in the past, you've grown and i've adored watching it. i only hope you'll be able to continue to grow and enjoy the newfound freedom you have, and i am glad to be able to be by your side through it ♥ i'll always have your back miss rina, you can count on that :>

&& to some other lovelies who've made my time pleasant here; @lightshielded / @yoakkemae / @chiheru / @fairesky / @darkflyers / @attroxx / @mythcaels / @knifvd / @killerhubby / @erabundus / @mundmutter / @goddessrisen / @inhumann / @penddraig / @hiisfire / @raytm / @elicertis / @liightbringr / @un1awful / @vonerde / @gunrising / @cyneris / @trattcria / @cmdrace / @lovehungered / @trattcria / @pearlcure / @dnangelic / @starsenna / @nulltune / @toxichem / @longerhuman / @volonata / @misreputed / @ferinehuntress / @florspinae / @inufangs / @bishonenprince

&& to all of my lovely followers too! ♥ may your new year be filled with all the joy and love you deserve. may the new year treat you kindly and give you solace when you need it most. may the new year bless you with every bit of happiness you deserve c:

#« ooc tag. » #I AM SO SORRY FOR THE LONG POST LMAO #i decided to put it under a cut to spare you all #but ilu guys AAAAA

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Legacy || Eight

Jude Bellingham x Luna Hamilton (OC)

Summary: Luna and Jude get caught, leading to Lewis giving them a talk of a lifetime..

Requested: Yes, by @i0veless: hello babe, here with a request for the new series - which I'm so excited you are starting. Okay, so my idea was what if Luna and Jude got caught making out by Lewis and went all overprotective before giving them the talk. Sending all my love to you and can't wait to read it <333

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Taglist: @i0veless @sidcrosbyspuck @ferrariblues @cinderellawithashoe

Luna was just chilling her in apartment in London, when she heard a knock on the door. She went to open it and her face lit up.

Luna jumped in her boyfriend’s arms as he hugged her tightly and kissed her cheek. “You didn’t tell me you was coming!” Luna exclaimed as Jude put her down and they entered her apartment.

“I wanted to surprise you! You have done that al ot to me so I had to make it back to you” Jude said with a smile. “Thank you, I missed you so much” Luna mumbled.

“I missed you more babe, another reason why I came over” Jude added. “You’re so cute” Luna giggled which made Jude blush a little.

“Stop it Lu,” Jude mumbled as he buried his head in her neck. “Why? I like seeing you blushing,” Luna laughed as she ran her fingers through his hair.

Jude leaned up and kissed Luna, she kissed him back and they were in their own worlds then.

~~

“Well this is something I didn’t want to walk into to” Lewis voice was heard by the both teenagers as they pulled away. “What are you doing here dad?” Luna mumbled.

“Being a good father and checking on you as you had a crash not too long ago” Lewis replied. “You know I’m fine now, I can race next week” Luna added.

“Yeah, I can see that you seem all fine” Lewis said as Luna and Jude blushed. “Dad! Just leave us alone” Luna mumbled. “No can do” Lewis smiled and sat down on the couch opposite.

“How are you Jude?” Lewis asked. “I’m good, thank you” Jude said. “Where’s Roscoe?” Luna asked. “Wow, you love that dog more than me” Lewis replied.

“Who doesn’t like Roscoe?” Luna added. “I left him in the house as I only wanted to come and check on you but now I will be here longer” Lewis said.

“You are not giving us a talk, we are old enough!” Luna told him. “You’re still my daughter and Jude is the first boyfriend you have had” Lewis replied.

“I am?” Jude asked shocked. “Babe, you really think I could have a boyfriend when there are I couldn’t even tell you how many people think me as a little kid?” Luna replied.

“Okay, fair point” Jude said. “Can I talk to you two now?” Lewis asked. “Nope! The boys already have talked to him and. We don’t need a talk about sex education, thank you” Luna added.

Luna grabbed Jude’s hand and started to make their way upstairs into her bedroom. “Use protection!” Lewis called. “You didn’t at our age and that’s how I was made!” Luna shouted.

“Kids..” Lewis mumbled.

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Rumor Has It | pjm - Chapter 1

💬 Pairing: Jimin x OC (Reader)

💬 Genre/Tags: enemies(?) to lovers, fake-dating au; angst, fluff, smut

💬 Chapter warnings: contains slut shaming, oc gets slapped in the face, bullying (this will NOT be a falling in love with my bully fic!), angst

💬 Word count: 4.3k

💬 Recap:

Rumor has it, Park Jimin is single again after his latest girlfriend cheated on him with his best friend.

Rumor has it, he's willing to get back at them.

Rumor has it, you're the perfect means to an end.

A/N: Sorry it took so long, I hope you enjoy! Only the first chapter will be in past tense btw

Index - Next Chapter

Chapter 1: How it all began.

You would never have thought of yourself as someone who has a particular reputation. 

In High School, you used to be the one who went down in the crowd. You had your small group of friends, a couple of boyfriends (if you can even call them that), and a few acquaintances in some of your classes you never talked to outside of school. 

By and large, just the kind of High School experience most people go through.

In that regard, it was all the more surprising to you when you suddenly came to be the center of everyone's attention during your first year of college.

If you now were to talk to someone from back then, they would never have expected that it would be you who would end up in such a situation. 

That it would be you, who’d one day be the probably most talked about person in college - and not in a good way. 

Oh no. Not in a good way, for sure.

And you have absolutely no idea how it could have come to this in the first place.

But you know how it started.

It started with a guy. 

Of course, it did. Every misfortune in a girl's life almost always starts with her meeting a guy, doesn't it?

But every story has its origin, so let's start at the very beginning of the story and how your current situation came about. 

Because it has started much earlier. 

Before everyone knew your name, before everyone dragged it through the mud, used it whenever and for whatever it pleased them. 

Before you were laughed at, yelled at, frowned upon, and especially insulted by people you don't even know.

Before you lost all of your friends and gained almost a whole army of enemies instead.

Even before Park Jimin made an appearance at your apartment door one evening and specifically asked you for a favor. A favor that would remain in your memory for a long time and would mark the beginning of something completely new. 

Something you, for sure, had never expected.

Oh, what have you gotten yourself into?

Compared to most other colleges, the one you're attending is relatively small, which is probably also one of the reasons why rumors spread so quickly here.

It can be both a disadvantage and an advantage, considering how many people find out in a short time about something that was supposed to be kept secret.

On the other hand, it also means that the gossip factory calms down again faster because the next scandal is already in circulation.

You do not want to offend anyone, and of course, not every guy automatically has to be a prick. There are some good guys out there, and you know they exist, but you also know how extremely rare they are. And unfortunately for you, most of the ones you have had the pleasure of dating so far, fit that pattern perfectly. 

It started with a guy.

And for you, the one who started it all was a guy named Kim Jeongin. 

You started dating Jeongin precisely one month into your first year of college.

He was cute, he was sweet, he was polite and extremely good-looking. And he was interested in you too, which more or less made him a dream come true at that time. 

Many young girls tend to be naive and fall easily for pretty eyes and a hairstyle that looks like the guy just woke up and didn’t care, and you were no exception. 

However, the rude awakening came just a couple of weeks later when you two went out to a party together with your friends, and he kept behaving like an asshole out of nowhere. 

Between getting inappropriately drunk and throwing jokes your way that came across as more than just a little insulting at times, he also somehow started accusing you of hitting on his friends – or any other male person in that building, for that matter. 

Come to think of it now, it's actually kind of funny, considering he was the one who ended up making out with someone that wasn’t you at the end of the night. 

Needless to say, you broke things off right then and there because you might not have been the hottest chick on campus, nor were you the most popular, but you did know your self-worth, and everyone deserves better than that anyway.

But here’s the thing. Jeongin did not see it that way. He didn't appear to take you seriously when you told him you guys were over. You had a slight idea about that when he only started laughing in your angry face that night, saying you were overreacting and seeing things that weren't there, but you were a hundred percent certain when he was standing in front of your door the following morning as if nothing ever happened.

It took a ridiculous amount of time and effort to get rid of him that morning - to get rid of him for good. But eventually, he went on his way with some very colorful insults that left his mouth only to be thrown your way. 

You couldn't help but be relieved to have gotten rid of him. After seeing his true colors, it was more than obvious you really dodged a bullet there.

However, unfortunately, this was not the end of your story with Jeongin. No, that would've been way too easy.

Instead, the following day, he told all his friends that he had dumped you because you were “a dirty, cheating slut“ who cheated on him with not just one but two random guys. 

It was ridiculous, very childish, and immature, but they still believed him, making jokes about how he should have seen it coming and stuff like that.

Them believing his lies wasn’t even that far-fetched, seeing how all of them had brains that stopped growing right after they were born, and did it come to you as a surprise? Hell, no. 

You could sense their stupidity from miles away as soon as you met them for the first time, and that should have been a red flag already. You usually get to know someone best through their friends; to see what type of people they surround themselves with. But for some reason unknown to you, you just thought he would be different.

Long story short, his friends told their friends and other people, and soon enough, most people in your year had heard about it. This was, of course, foreseeable, given how he had quite the reputation as earlier mentioned.

What you did not expect, however, was that even people outside his rather big group of friends believed it.

You still have no idea why so many people even cared about you in the first place. After all, you were close to a nobody. Just a college freshman, having no idea about anything yet and simply wanting to go through the whole college dating experience.

Now, look where this has gotten you.

You didn't find out about all the hassle until just before your first class, when one of your friends came up to you and angrily explained that she never thought you would cheat, leaving you completely perplexed because you didn't even know what was going on in the first place.

You remember feeling both hurt and angry at her for actually believing something as stupid as this, while she should have been on your side and been a good friend. 

Yes, you had not known her for long, but it was the least you expected from your friend.

Of course, seeing how you honestly were a nobody, it was forgotten within a couple of weeks when someone else took your place as the number one topic on campus. And this was college, after all. No one really cared that much.

However, it was the first time that your reputation, even if completely unjustly, suffered a blow, and your name was put in a negative light through the mouths of others. And it did stay in some people's minds even after everyone found something else to gossip about.

You just simply went on with your own life and tried to stay away from anyone who wanted to bring you down. 

After you got over your anger at Jeongin, you even went on dates again because you didn't want to let a loser like him take away your chance to find someone who really wanted to be with you.

A few months later, you were about to meet with a couple other students in the library for a group project when you suddenly noticed how a group of girls not far from you seemed to be talking and giggling about something.

You had noticed how their glances met you from time to time, but you only really realized that you were the actual subject of their conversation when they walked past you and whispered some very unpleasant things in your direction, making sure you’d hear them.

“Is there something you wanted to say to my face?” 

You had no interest in keeping your mouth shut anymore. Whenever you heard someone bad-mouthing you, you made sure they got to hear your opinion on it as well. 

Most of the time this was all it took for them to keep their mouths shut and make them walk away right after, but this time they didn’t. 

This group of girls obviously wanted to achieve more with their whispering than just annoy you.

“No, sorry. My friends and I were just talking about how much of a slut you are,” one of the girls immediately spat at you without even looking at you. Instead, she stubbornly stared at her nails and picked some dirt from under them, acting as if she hadn’t just insulted you like that. 

“Excuse me?” You were taken aback, not gonna lie. You didn’t expect something like that from her just out of the blue. 

As you let your eyes roam over the small group to see if you knew any of them, you quickly realized that you didn't recognize a single one of these girls, which confused you more than anything. 

“Why would you say that?”

“Why would I say that?” She scoffed, finally giving you the honor to fully look at you.

“If you truly don't know, then you should really work on your morals, hun. Just a hint, keep your hands off of guys who are taken, and maybe then the people will stop talking shit behind your back.”

“I’m sorry, I really don’t know what you’re talking about, hun. I don't do that kind of thing. Ever,” you spat back, happy your group partners had yet to arrive.

“Sure you don’t,” she scoffed again, clearly getting even more irritated with you as the conversation got on. “My boyfriend told me everything that went down on Saturday, don't even try to talk your way out of it.”

“Your… what? I really have no idea what you’re talking about. I don’t even know you, nor do I know your boyfriend. Maybe you’re confusing me with someone else?” You tried to be nice, but her judgmental, nasty attitude made it really hard for you.

“I sure as hell am not. As I said, he told me everything.”

“Well, then he didn’t tell you the truth because I’m sure I do not know him,” you argued while trying to keep your voice down. The last thing you needed was somebody else overhearing this conversation and starting yet another wave of rumors about you.

She just took her phone out of her pocket and held it in front of you, opening the lock screen that showed a picture of her and a guy. 

You were surprised to see that you actually did know him. However, you remembered the encounter with him very differently. 

“Okay, well, I see what’s going on here now,“ you sighed, massaging your temples when you felt a slight headache coming up from the frustration. “Look, I swear whatever he told you isn’t the truth. I was not hitting on him or something like that. If anything, he’s the one who came up to me and started being inappropriate.” 

What went down with her boyfriend and how he behaved was much worse than that actually. But you wanted to spare her the details, especially in front of her friends. Everything you wanted was for her to realize that the guy she was dating was a total prick who deserved to be dumped as soon as possible. 

You don’t know what you expected, but she didn’t believe you. She only rolled her eyes, threw another insult your way, and told you to stay away from her boyfriend before walking away. 

Encounters of this or similar kind started to be more or less on the regular after that.

At a certain point, you couldn’t even talk to any guy anymore without their girlfriends giving you judgmental looks or anyone starting rumors about that.

And one day, it got to the point where, according to hearsay from the hallways, you even started taking money in exchange for sexual activities. Ridiculous.

Not to shame sex work as a whole, of course, but you never took place in those actions ever.

The rumor mill was bubbling, and somehow so many people joined in that it never really calmed down at all.

And so it came about that you were shunned by most people - as far as it could be arranged. No one really wanted to have anything to do with you anymore, afraid their relationship might break down, or their own reputation might suffer. And you started to seclude yourself as well.

It went on like that for quite a while. You lived your life, and so did everybody else. It was lonely, but it was definitely bearable. At least you got by. 

That was until you got yet another blow. And the hardest and deadliest blow was given to you by someone you would never have expected it from. 

If you thought it could not have been worse for you, you were mistaken because shit only started to escalate really badly when Kim Taehyung was caught cheating on his girlfriend at a frat party at the end of the spring semester in junior year. 

He and his girlfriend Nayeon were something like the power couple of your college... even if it sounds so immensely stupid, one could guess it's a joke. But no, everybody loved Taehyung and Nayeon both as a couple and individually.

So him cheating on her was something everyone was candidly talking about. 

Apparently, some person had taken a picture of him in a very heated make-out session with a girl who was definitely not his girlfriend. And it spread around campus like wildfire.

Of course, everyone was dying to know who the mystery girl in this photo was, and the revelation allegedly came only a couple of hours later when his girlfriend confronted him about it, to which he then claimed that it was you. 

Jung Nayeon, just like Kim Taehyung, was held in high esteem in your college, thanks to not only her incredible beauty but also her warm-hearted and equally beautiful character. So it was no surprise at all that Taehyung's confession added an entirely new dimension to your already bad reputation. 

If it had at least been the truth…

However, the truth was that, in your entire life, you have never even exchanged a single word with him, let alone had any kind of physical contact. 

So why would he make something like that up and hurt you with it when you had nothing to do with the whole thing in the first place?

Well, you had been thinking about this question for a long time, but the answer is actually quite simple: he didn't want to hurt the girl he was actually involved with behind his girlfriend's back. And the easiest way to do that was to find a scapegoat that would have to take all the blame instead of her.

And no one would fit the role better than you.

Turned out that he made an exceptionally smart decision there. 

No one has even entertained the thought of questioning his statement. No one. Not one single person.

And just like that, your reputation had suffered another serious blow, and you went from being “the campus mattress” to the most hated person on campus without even knowing what was going on.  

You learned about the latest rumors about you only a few hours later. You had just come out of class and were on your way home when you suddenly noticed the dirty glances of all the people in the hallway, no doubt directed at you. 

In fact, it, unfortunately, wasn't that uncommon for you to get dirty looks, and you hadn't even thought much about it, but just figured it was probably a new rumor going around. And in a way, you were right. 

However, you didn't expect that this rumor would have a much wider reach and that many more students would be interested in it than in the ones before.

That realization came rather quickly after you walked outside the building and were instantly met with a hard slap across your face. 

Gasping in shock, you stared at your attacker with tears already starting to form in your eyes from the pain that was spreading out on your face. 

“Nayeon?” Gaping at the girl standing there in front of you, looking at you with so much hatred in her eyes, you blinked a couple of times to try and get rid of the tears that had started to form.

“How could you do that to me, you disgusting piece of shit?!” She yelled right in your face, tears pricking at her eyes while she pointed her finger in your face, almost poking your eye out in the process. 

Still not knowing what was going on, you just looked around with a frown, trying to see if there was anything that would give you at least an indication of what was happening. But there was nothing.

“You’re so embarrassing. It is sad, really,” she spat.

“And to think that I always used to defend you in front of everybody else,” she scoffed, making a disgusted face at you. “Looks like what they're saying is true after all. You really are a slut. And you’re pathetic. Stay away and leave your dirty, STD-infected hands off my boyfriend.” 

“What?” You breathed, blinking up at Taehyung, standing a couple of feet behind her. He immediately looked away as soon as your eyes met his, and that was when you finally connected the dots.

He used you as an excuse.

Feeling your lips wobble already from being overwhelmed and completely humiliated, you turned away without another word, trying to escape the scene as soon as you could. 

Usually, you’re anything but a crybaby, but this really had to be the worst situation you’ve ever been in. 

Getting slapped across the face yelled at, and savagely insulted by someone you used to admire, someone you thought wasn’t like the rest of them, was bad enough. But having all of this happen in front of hundreds of people you knew won’t have your back was utterly embarrassing and an overall horrible feeling.

As you tried to push your way through Nayeon’s friends, you could clearly hear them calling you names, but you didn't pay them any attention. The only goal you had right then was to leave everyone’s eyes as fast as you could.

Don’t ever mess with the biggest sweetheart on campus, who’s loved and admired by everybody. Especially if you're already at the bottom of the food chain anyway.

You didn’t go to any classes for the whole week after that incident.

The shame and embarrassment of this encounter with Nayeon prevented you from even leaving your small apartment at all. You didn't even dare to go grocery shopping, which, in retrospect, was kind of stupid, considering that it wasn’t the whole town that was out to get you - even if it felt like it. 

Still, you stayed away from people for as long as you could.

No one would have expected that it would be Park Jimin himself, of all people, who would get you out of the line of fire and reveal the truth to everyone a few weeks later. 

You only picked it up through hasty whispers in the hallways, but he was supposedly the one who figured out that the girl in the photo had not been you. 

And the reason for all the commotion wasn't that your name could now be cleared - oh no. All of a sudden, no one was even the slightest bit interested in you. 

No, the real reason for the uproar was the exposure of the person that was actually behind it all. 

And it was probably pure irony of fate when Jimin made public that the actual person in the photo was none other than his own girlfriend. 

Her name was Lee Yeji.

You didn't actually know that much about her, to be honest. She was mostly known for being Park Jimin's girlfriend and part of Nayeon's friend group. But you did remember her standing next to Nayeon when she confronted you that day. 

Oh, how the tables have turned now.

Something deep inside you, something sordid and disgusting, felt the need to feel something like satisfaction. 

After all, Nayeon humiliated you in front of all her friends and a sizable crowd. Would it really be wrong to see it as some sort of fulfillment that the real culprit was actually one of her closest friends?

You didn't really know what to make of it, but one thing was for sure: the news didn't bring you any joy. Not even the fact that you were off the hook made you happy because as already mentioned, nobody cared about you anyway. But as fate would have it, you still cared about Nayeon even after everything that happened between the two of you. And you couldn't imagine what she was going through. 

One thing was for sure, it must have been awful. And no matter how badly she humiliated you, you didn't think she deserved that kind of pain because no one does. 

Her friend and her boyfriend? You wouldn’t wish that on your worst enemy. 

Taehyung is trash, and honestly you think she should be happy to have gotten rid of him. A girl like her can do so much better than a cheater like him. You just hoped she'd realize that as well. But you remember her and Yeji being somewhat close. Especially since Nayeon and Jimin are also very close friends and apparently knew each other longer than the rest of them have at that point. 

And that brings us to the actual person of interest: Park Jimin.

What is there to know about Park Jimin? 

Well, everybody knows about him, that much is sure. 

As far as you know, his family is pretty well off, considering his parents run some kind of business you have no idea about, but if you can believe the whispers in the halls (and that's not certain, considering all the rumors being spread about you), then his family is probably one of the most influential in the city.

You never cared much about him. He always seemed just like the typical rich kid, whose only personality trait is… well, being rich. Only sharing a couple of classes, you didn’t get to know him enough to really form a fair opinion on him, though.

You just know things concerning his personality from Nayeon, and she has always insisted that his reputation does not live up to him, that he can be a cocky ass at times but is a totally different guy in private. 

You never told her that, but you always thought that she was a bit biased in that regard. After all, they both come from the same circles and have known each other since childhood. But you also know how wrong you can be about a person and that you never really know someone just by hearing what people say about them. 

The only thing you can give him credit for is that, as far as you know, he has always stayed out of any rumors concerning you. Well, you cannot know that for sure, but at least he never attacked you personally.

He has never insulted you or even given you the same judgmental looks you usually get from most other students. And it's sad to say that because it should go without saying, especially in college, but you're still very grateful to him for that. It at least means that he cannot be a complete douchebag, after all. 

Nevertheless, you must have looked very surprised when, about a month after the infamous incident, none other than Park Jimin himself knocked on your door. 

With a small bouquet of tulips in his hand (which, by the way, looked very similar to the ones blooming in your neighbors' garden) and a big grin on his face, he stood in front of you and stared you down, probably judging the pair of dirty sweatpants and the old, much too big t-shirt you had on. 

It took you a moment to even realize that it was really him. That's how preposterous the whole situation was.

And at that time, you didn't even know that all this would be just the beginning of a story you couldn't have imagined better in your dreams.

tagged: @ggukkieland | @ttaeby

#jimin au #jimin smut #jimin slow burn #jimin e2l #jimin fluff #jimin angst #jimin fanfic #jimin x reader #jimin fake dating au #bts jimin #jananakookie #bts imagines #bts smut #bts au #bts angst #bts fluff #park jimin #bts fake dating au

[lowcallyfruity]

I don't know if you've made any posts about it before, but what are your favorite pairings for each TWST character? It'd also be cool if you included staff or side characters, but feel free to not even do all of the main cast, I'm just curious!!

:33 omg omg omg I love questions hiiii ^_^

Im a multishipper so I enjoy many different ships, but I definitely do have favorites 😋☝️

Anyways yeah here’s a list!!!

Putting it under the cut bc ohhh boy I talk a lot 🥶

Riddle- RIDTREY IS MY FAVORITE <333 def my fave riddle ships!!! They make me so so so sick and unwell /pos I adore their dynamic so much

Trey- Riddle and Cater!!! I love love love love loveeee ridtreykei with my whole heart!!! I think all 3 of them have such a great dynamic and they are very much married couple to me- I think Trey is definitely dating them both- idc what anyone says he loves them both equally 🙄🙄🙄 I also have so many ideas for them-

Polyamory for the win tbh

Cater- Treykei <333 (same reasons as above lmfao) they’re just super interesting!!! I think they’re really cute and they also have angst potential 😋😋😋 and hurt/comfort potential

Ace/Deuce- ADEUCE!!!!!! I love Adeucee <3 I have a very specific … timeline (? For lack of a better term) for them!!! I like developing ships like a crazy person- dumbass friends to lovers-core 😍😍

Leona/Vil- LEOVILLLL I LOVEEE LEOVILLL SOOO MUCHHH DIVORCED HUSBANDS MY FAVORITE SHIP- I love their ex boyfriends swag-

Jack- I ship Jack with my MC!!! I don’t have any canon x canon Jack ships 😔

Ruggie- I don’t ship ruggie with any canon character 💔 but Ruggie/Kalim and Ruggie/Jade is growing on me-

BUT!! @midnightmah07 has an oc/mc she ships with Ruggie and I love them with my whole heart it’s definitely my favorite <333

Azul/Jamil- I love love love azujami- their relationship is so so so funny to me- they are my favorite ship for both of them

Floyd- 🙄☝️ my main ship with him is my oc☝️ my other favorite/main Floyd ship is him with Neige <33

Jade- I headcanon Jade as Aroace so I don’t ship him romantically with anyone! (But I do enjoy seeing jade ship posts they’re really cute<3)

I don’t really like to call this a ship, but my favorite ‘ship’ is Kalim and Jade as queerplatonic partners <3

Kalim- like I said with Ruggie, Ruggie/Kalim is growing on me 😔😔 and ofc I ship Jade/Kalim queerplatonically

Andddd Similar to Ruggie @midnightmah07 has an oc she ships with Kalim and AOUGJJJJJ THEY ARE MY LIFEEEEE 🫶🫶🫶🫶 I LOVE THEM WITH MY HEART AND MY SOULLLLL THEYRE SOO CUTEEEE THEYRE MY EVERYTHING 🥺🥺🥺

Rook- I don’t ship rook with anyone 💔 (and like with Jade I also enjoy seeing ship posts with Rook, they’re cute)

Epel/Sebek- SEBEPEL ON TOP BAYBEEEE💪💪💪‼️‼️‼️‼️ THEY ARE BOYFRIENDSSSS THEY ARE IN LOVEEEE‼️‼️ I love their interactions sooo much 🫶🫶 they have sooo much potential ☹️☹️

Silver/Idia- IDIASIL MY BELOVEDDDDDD THEY ARE SOOO IN LOVE I LOVEEE THEIR DYNAMICCC 🫶🫶🫶 WAHHH WAHHH WAHHH… they are like my 2nd favorite twst ship of all time

Obviously Ortho is not getting shipped with anyone 💕

Malleus- 😋 I ship malleus with one of my ocs teehee 🤭🤭🤭🤭

Lilia- I ship Lilia with my Oc Prospero!! That is my main Lilia ship… I love them so much 😋😋😋 they r silly 🥶🥶

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Uhh for the staff,,,

Trein and his wife obviously 🙄☝️

😔 I have ocs that I ship Vargas and Crewel with :33

And uhhh as of now I don’t ship Crowley or Sam with anyone-

(I think that’s all the staff)

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Yeah this was long ☹️ I hope this is okay 💔 I do go overboard sometimes 😭😭😭

#yeah this long bc I get super excited ☹️ sorry pookie #I tried not to talk much #also sorry for tagging you Mah I just I loveeee your oc x canon #🥶🥶 guys do not ask me stuff I will become the most annoying person on earth🥶🥶 #💛! asks #💛! soleil <3

[iwanttoleavethisblankbuticant]

little fanfic of Remi cause I’m obsessed.

Remi is @aller-geez’s character and Levi is @thekinkyleopard’s character. (I think. There’s a chance that’s flipped. Idk cause my brain is mush rn). I do not own any character’s mentioned in this fic, they are not my oc’s. This fic is based of this post from @aller-geez here (idk if this link works or not. It should bring you to her POV post but it might just bring you to her profile. I’m to tired to mess with it tbh.)

TW: illness, male x male, sneezes (barely any. There’s like three. My brain is really not cooperating), swearing? I honestly don’t remember but there probably is, and there is slight amounts of mess but not anything excessive.

anyway I hope this turned out alright. I’m not the best at writing but I’m trying lol.

fic after the cut:

The whole gang had decided to go on a trip to… well there wasn’t really a destination. They were all just going. It was truly mostly Levi’s idea. And with Levi so hyped for it, Remi just couldn’t say no to his kitten. So, somewhat begrudgingly, Remi went along with his mate’s and his mate’s friend’s idea of a group road-trip, despite the fact that Remi could feel sickness building in his sinuses. 

That speeds us up to now, where Remi sat on his hotel bed next to his beloved mate who was fast asleep as he had driven the group down here through the night. Remi look at Levi as he slept peacefully and juggled with the idea of waking him and asking him to go to the store and pick up some things to help his steadily declining condition. But as he saw his kitten getting his first traces of desperately needed sleep, he couldn’t bring himself to wake Levi. So with a sigh that sounded so scratchy that it was no longer recognizable as a sigh, Remi rose and slipped out of his hotel room and walked down the hall to your room. He went to you for many reasons: he could somewhat tolerate your existence (to an extent), you had a room to yourself so that would minimize the amount of people who got to see him vulnerable, your room was far away from Al’s so he didn’t risk that perverted bastard getting off to his misery, and you suffered from allergies so you were likely to have desperately needed tissues. 

The more he walks to your room, the more he wishes he had woken Levi. But he’s pretty much sealed his fate at this point. He knows he looks like shit, eye bags dark swollen and tinged red near the eye and bruise purple near his cheek, his skin paler then normal, sweat on his brow causing his baby hairs to cling to his clammy forehead. But worst of all, in his opinion, was the terrible unceasing itch in his sinuses. It caused him to hitch and hitch but it refused to manifest into an actual sneeze yet also refused to stop plaguing him. Plus it caused his nose to run like a faucet, and with no tissues in sight he kept having to wipe his runny appendage on the collar or sleeve of his shirt. 

Soon he finds himself at your door, he didn’t quite know how long he’d been standing there since he zoned out thinking about how utterly ridiculous this is going to be. Just walking up to someone he only knows through his boyfriend hotel door and begging for tissues after practically ignoring this individual’s existence up until now. But with an aggravated sigh Remi knocks on your door. 

Remi is surprised when the door swings open almost immediately but he quickly looks off to the side and forces his expression to be neutral. 

"Aye. You got any tissues?" Remi asks, trying to ignore the tickle in the back of his nose

"Levi’s asleep" Remi adds, feeling the need to explain further when met with silence. Though the statement doesn’t do much to explain with no context. But it makes sense in Remi’s fever clouded brain

"Ooookayy?" You mumble, opening your door more for Remi to come in. 

Remi shakes his head no as you motion for him to come in.

"Nah, just hiiiheh’… just give me some tissues and I’ll be on my way. I’m not here for chit chat" Remi says, stoping just before say ‘I’m not here for chit chat with a stranger’. He didn’t figure calling someone he technically knew of as a stranger would help him get tissues any faster. And he definitely needed tissues and soon because that little tickle in the back of his sinuses had decided that now, in front of someone he wasn’t the most fond of, he really needed to sneeze. And he could feel the amount of mucus in his sinuses and he didn’t want to be caught with no tissues when this tickle turned into a sneeze.

You cock an eyebrow as his breath hitches mid sentence but you can piece together why he’s in such a rush to get tissues as his breath hitches and his nose leaks. So you trudge into you hotel room, grab the whole box of tissues, and press them to Remi’s chest.

"Here, take care." You say, then you shut your door, sensing he wants to go back to his hotel room as quickly as possible so he can curl up next to his mate. 

As the tissues are pressed into his grasp and you promptly leave, Remi realizes that maybe your not that bad. You either A: picked up on the fact he did not want to be here, or B: you didn’t want him here to begin with. But something told Remi that it wasn’t the last option. 

So with a faint, unseen smile, Remi turns to walk back to his own temporary quarters. But immediately that itchy tickle in the back of his sinuses reared it’s head. 

His nose flairs as he fumbles to grab a tissue. Then he manages to his his fingers around it just as his brows furrow together. Then with one more breathy inhale, Remi buries his abused nose into the tissue and pitches forward with three large sneezes that make his head spin.

"Hii’ Hetchuu’iew! Hitttchiiew! Hetsheew! Snerrf!" 

From inside your hotel room your could hear Remi’s wet, desperate, and sickly sneezes. The walls were thin so you said a quick "bless you" that Remi was able to hear through the walls. 

Remi blushes slightly out of embarrassment, adding to his feverish flush. Then he makes a mental note to tell Levi of his encounter with you. With that, and a box of tissues, Remi retreats to his mate, cuddling up to him as soon as he can slip under the covers beside him.

#snz kink #sneeze kink #snz fic #snzblr #sneeze blog #sneezefucker #snz fet #snz things #blank strikes again #sneeze fic #not my oc’s #remi is to cute it’s not even funny

[hoodie-buck]

Weekend WIP Game

Tagged by @wikiangela @thewolvesof1998

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

WIP List:

active (mostly) wips

—murder!boyfriends

—chris doesn't come back au

—baseball au 2.0

—prision!buddie

other wips that are in the abandoned wips folder...maybe i'll return to them one day...

—author!buck

—insurgent au

—platonic fwb

—fwb buck 1.0.2 au

2. Which of your WIPs is currently the longest?

—chris doesn't come back au (a little shy of 14k)

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

—probably chris doesn't come back au. i've barely gotten into things and am already at almost 14k 💀

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

—hmm i'm actually having so much fun writing the murder!boyfriends au! i just love making them unhinged 😈

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

—probably the murder!boyfriends, just bc it is so dark, and i don't want people to hate it. idk i'm afraid i won't be able to pull it off 😩

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

—the author!buck one. it was just a silly little idea, but writing all the smutty parts for it became kind of intimidating and i ended up hating it and throwing it to the side. i haven't looked back since

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

—i've never used a beta reader tbh. i usually just send my friends snippets or things for vibe checks!

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

—see above the abandon wips, or any of the ones you haven't seen me posting about lately 🥲

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

—i don't have any OC atm, but i would love to play with that in the future!

10. Which WIP is the sexiest?

—hmm probably the author!au from what i remember or murder!boyfriends just bc i think them being covered in blood and stabbing ppl is sexy 🙊

11. Which WIP is the angstiest?

—chris doesn't come back au. its a pretty heavy one. i love all the threats i get whenever i post a new snippet 😆

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

—hmmm maybe the chris doesn't come back au? i've had to really deep dive into both their heads for this one

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

—chris doesn't come back au bc tsunami episodes my most beloved, but also murder!boyfriends, bc the dark settings are so fun to conjure up!

14. Which WIP have you worked the hardest on?

—chris doesn't come back au. it's the one i've put the most time and effort into as of late. she's been in my ideas for forever and has a special place in my heart <33

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

—chris doesn't come back au, mainly for the reason above. she's my babygirl, ok 🥹

16. Do you dream about any of your WIPs?

—mm not that i can specifically think of or remember, but i'm sure i have at some point!

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

—murder!boyfriends is definitely darker than anything i've done before

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

—author!buck is the only one that comes to mind

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

—not currently. i've played around a little with that in the past though. it's always fun diving into others heads!

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

—i do have a secret wip not listed anywhere above 👀

tagging: @loserdiaz @redlightsandicedtea @honestlydarkprincess @monsterrae1 @onward--upward @barbiediaz @spotsandsocks @buddierights @eddiebabygirldiaz @elvensorceress @witchesdiaz @jacksadventuresinwriting @wh0re-behavi0r @spaceprincessem @wildlife4life @daffi-990 @hippolotamus @giddyupbuck @disasterbuckdiaz

#buddie #buddie wips #my writing #tag games #some of these don’t exist to me #😂 #but i put them here anyway #maybe it’ll inspire me to revisit them

[aperrywilliams]

Green Card - Ch5: Not That Selfish (Spencer Reid x Fem!OC)

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Author Masterlist / Series Masterlist

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Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!OC (Ana María González)

Series summary: What reason leads two complete strangers to marry? For Spencer, the chance of his mom being admitted into a new medical trial. For Ana María González is to get the elusive green card.

Chapter summary: Ana and Spencer need to agree on what to say about them to the rest of the world. Different people, different lies. Will they be able to keep up the groove?

Word Count: 5k

CW: Some strong words. Talking about food and recipes. Mention of Diana Reid’s illness. Mention of Spencer’s bad luck in the field. More Spanish sentences. If I forgot something, let me know.

A/N: Hey! Here is chapter 5. Part of my childhood is displayed as well.

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"Wow. This is the most delicious thing I have ever eaten in my life. Why I didn't know you before?" Garcia asked Ana, who gave her a shy smile. "How did you say this dish was named?"

"Carbonada," Ana replied.

"Delicious. Marvelous. Boy genius, you can't let her disappear from your life again," this time Garcia told Spencer, who rolled his eyes.

Ana and Spencer thought it would be harder to convey a convincing story about how they knew each other and why Ana was living at Spencer's right now. But Ana quickly explained that when she moved to DC, she did it with her boyfriend, and just two weeks ago, he kicked her out of their shared apartment. That's why Spencer offered a place to stay until she could find a new one. It seemed enough to Penelope, and now she was more interested in convincing Ana to trade some cooking lessons for cocktails with the BAU girls.

Ana said she had no problem with the lessons, but the cocktails weren't necessary.

"Of course it is! Food and alcohol are best friends. And the girls will love you. JJ and Tara are so sweet, and Emily is so funny. She has a lot of stories to tell. And! We can tell you some about this boy too," Garcia alluded to Spencer.

"Now I don't think it's a good idea," Spencer voiced this time. Ana laughed. She liked Garcia although her bubbly personality. It reminded her a bit of Sarah.

"It's the best idea, Reid," Penelope decided. "Oh! You have to come to Rossi's the next Saturday," she blurted then.

Ana looked at Spencer in confusion, who almost choked sipping his water.

"Garcia, I don't think it is a good idea. Rossi doesn't even know-" he started, but Penelope cut him off.

"I bet he would love the idea! And don't be rude, Reid. Are you going to leave this poor girl alone on a Saturday night? She needs to have fun after what her asshole ex-boyfriend put her through," Penelope scolded, hitting Spencer's arm.

"Thanks for the worry, guys, but I think I can manage myself," Ana assured, but Garcia wasn't having anything of it.

"Honey, I know you can! I don't have any doubts. But you don't have to do it alone. Not when there are many sweet people - and by sweet people, I mean us - who can help."

Maybe it wasn't a good idea to argue with her. Ana thought about that, peeking at how flustered Spencer looked. So she went with a smile and nodded in appreciation.

Later they would think of something to do about it.

After Penelope left, Spencer did the dishes as Ana tidied the table, putting everything in place. As Ana set the last few glasses in the sink, Spencer made his first comment of the night.

"Thank you. I know Garcia could be a bit intense, but I didn't feel okay leaving her going home alone tonight," he explained.

"I don't mind. Spencer, this is your place, and she's your friend. If anything, I think it's very sweet of you. However, we didn't think this through. I mean, about the chances of running into your coworkers or relatives," Ana voiced, grabbing a dishtowel to help Spencer.

"You're right. You did pull it this off pretty well, though."

"By now, you must think I'm a pathological liar,” she scoffed, piling the dry plates over the counter.

"I know you are not. These are what we might call compelling circumstances,” Spencer corrected.

"They are, in fact. I'm sorry we couldn't openly celebrate your mom getting her place in the clinical trial, though,” Ana lamented, due to it being the idea of dinner in the first place.

"Uhm. Yeah. Although, if I remember correctly, I think some wine is left in that bottle,” Spencer pointed casually, turning off the tap and grabbing the end of the dishtowel Ana was using to dry his hands. She chuckled, amused by Spencer’s suggestion.

"What a coincidence I have two glasses here," Ana added, grabbing them from the drying rack.

Almost two full weeks have passed since Ana settled into Spencer's apartment. They didn't have the interview date yet, but they diligently used the time they both coincided to study.

Although the term ‘study’ might not often be seen as such. More than once, Ana or Spencer strayed from the topic, and they ended up chatting about anything.

It didn’t matter, though. They have been feeling comfortable talking with each other. Not to mention the roommate thing has been working fine for them—a routine they are getting used to. Spencer calls or texts Ana when he has to leave for a case; Ana calls when she has changed shift or will not make it to the apartment for the night. They coordinate when they need to buy something at the grocery store. And the meals now are not only take-outs.

Today was officially Diana's settlement in the new facility. Spencer had picked her up from the former sanatorium to Fogarty’s yesterday, but it was late, and Fogarty wasn’t there to welcome them properly. He insisted Spencer bring his wife the next day. That means Ana would meet Diana for the first time.

“What did you tell your mom?” Ana asked as they drove to Diana’s new facility.

“Half of the truth. We’re colleagues, and we have an undercover assignment where everybody needs to believe we are married. She doesn't know details, though.”

“And she accepted it without further explanation?” Ana asked in disbelief. Spencer shrugged, his eyes not leaving the road.

“She knows me enough to understand things could be weird in my life sometimes. Especially in my job,” he explained too casually to Ana’s liking.

“What a relief,” she pointed, gazing outside the window at how the buildings passed by.

Once they got there, Fogarty was waiting for them. He told them Diana was already in the yard.

“Hey, Mom,” Spencer called when she was at his sight.

“Spencer! Honey. I thought you would be here later,” Diana said, standing to hug him. Then her eyes trailed to Ana.

“Dear. No time to see, uh?” Diana greeted her, and Ana could feel the intensity of Diana’s gaze, analyzing her from head to toe, but her eyes were soft and kind. It was a rare contrast, Ana thought.

“Diana. It’s nice to see you,” Ana nodded at her, hoping her nervousness could go unnoticed.

Spencer tried to break the awkwardness.

“And how did you sleep, Mom?”

“Good. I really don't see much difference between this and the other place, though. Only God knows why you brought me here,” Diana said unamusedly. Fogarty intervened this time.

“Well, as long as you feel comfortable, that's all that matters. And speaking of your stay here, I'd like to review a few things with you,” he prefaced.

Fogarty explained the visitation regime and how the care plan would work. He had previously agreed with Spencer not to inform Diana of all medication changes but as they occurred.

Diana Reid seemed unperturbed by what Dr. Fogarty explained; she was more interested in seeing how Spencer didn't let go of Ana's hand and how he played with her fingers. A knowing smile adorned her face.

“I think that’s all for now. Dr. Reid, can you join me in my office for a moment, though? There are some papers you need to sign.”

Ana’s hold of his hand tightened.

“Don’t worry honey, my daughter-in-law can keep me company,” Diana reassured Spencer with a smug smile. He looked at Ana to see if she was okay with that. There weren’t many options, though. Ana swallowed and nodded to the man, trying to mask her nervousness.

“Okay. I’ll be right back,” he told Ana, giving her a reassuring squeeze on her hand.

Once the men had entered the building, Diana sat on the bench, motioning Ana to the spot next to her. She took that cue to sit down too.

“So friends, uh?”

Of course, Diana would use the opportunity to interrogate her.

“Yeah.”

“And faking a marriage for job reasons,” Diana added, pointing to her wedding band. Ana nodded again.

“Yes, ma’am.”

Spencer’s mom hummed, contemplating her following words.

“I have seen Spencer doing a lot of things for his job. But this? I have to acknowledge my son gets better at surprising me every time.”

So it’s true what Spencer said about his mom knowing how weird his life could be.

“I guess it's the perk of being an FBI agent?” Ana tried to play along.

“Oh honey, don’t deny him credit for it. Not every FBI agent ends up twisting things as Spencer does. But don’t get me wrong. I love my son with my life, even if I can’t fully understand what’s happening in his brain sometimes. But it’s my fault, you know? I can’t even go along with my own brain some days,” Diana exhaled. It was a recognition that pained her, Ana could notice.

“He’s a great guy and loves you so much.”

Diana smiled. She knew that. Maybe her brain plays tricks on her frequently, but she knows Spencer loves her, as she knows the good man he is.

It was nice others could see that too.

“And you seem a great woman,” Diana added, taking Ana’s hand without prompting. The girl’s cheeks flushed.

“I’m a very ordinary person. I wouldn't dream of being compared with Spencer’s achievements.”

“Maybe not, but it doesn't make you less than him. He chose you to do this for a reason.”

“It was just-” Ana was about to explain, but Diana didn't let her continue.

“Work. I know. And I will pretend I believe what Spencer told me about that, but between us? I don’t buy it.” Ana’s face was filled with pure panic now. “Don’t worry, darling. You don’t have to tell me anything. Maybe I can’t remember things, but I do notice. I saw the way you looked at each other. I don’t know what it is, but it hasn’t to do anything with your job. Oh, and did you know Spencer is a germaphobe? I almost forgot it when I saw him holding your hand and toying with your fingers. That reassurance gesture wasn’t fake.”

Ana’s mouth dropped. She wanted to say something, but nothing came up. Ana kept looking at Diana dumbfounded as she patted her hand softly, just in time as Spencer returned to the yard.

“Oh, darling. Just in time. I was about to tell Ana some embarrassing stories about you as a baby,” Diana announced.

“Mom, please. That will have to wait, though; we must leave now,” Spencer said, smiling to Ana.

The ride back to the apartment was silent. Spencer asked Ana if something had happened with his mom. She wondered if it was a good idea to tell him what Diana revealed to her, but what was the point? It would make Spencer nervous, and Ana was sure his mom wouldn't want that. So why did she tell her? It didn't make sense. Also, while Diana Reid knew they were lying, her conclusion wasn't correct. Of course not. It was all a lie. Both the story they told Fogarty and what Spencer told Diana. And they holding hands? A lie too.

“Ana?” Spencer probed again.

“Uhm?”

“I asked if something happened while I was with Fogarty.”

“Uh. Not really. Your mom is adorable, though. She kept me entertained with some old stories.”

Another half-lie. Ana wondered if her life would only be like this from now on.

In the following days, Spencer tried to come up with a plausible excuse for Ana not going to dinner at Rossi's, but Garcia had pestered him all week in such a way refusing would have been worse. Somewhat embarrassed, he told Ana about his failure, and the girl shrugged, sighing.

“I guess I should pick a nice dress, then?”

“I promise I’ll make it up to you. Dinner is up to me next week.”

“That means you’ll cook? God, no. I’ll do it for free,” she teased. Spencer huffed.

“Well, at least I tried, okay?”

That afternoon, at the agreed time, Ana and Spencer arrived at Rossi's house.

“Kid! It’s good to see you. And to you, bella señorina,” Rossi greeted the couple.

“She’s Ana. An old friend of mine from Vegas.”

“Nice to meet you, mister Rossi,” Ana extended her hand, and Rossi gentlemanly kissed the back of it.

“Please, call me David or Rossi. Not mister, I don’t like to feel older than I already am,” he scoffed.

“Okay, David.”

“Fast learner. Very good. Please, come in. The people are in the backyard.”

Spencer looked at Ana before passing the glass doors.

“You okay?” He checked. Ana nodded.

“Yeah. Let’s do it,” the girl reassured him.

“Hey, Reid,” Luke is the first to notice them.

They both made their way to the people gathered around a fire pit.

“Well, guys, I already told you about Ana. Ana, this is Emily, JJ, Will, Tara, Luke, Matt, Kirsty, and you already know Penelope,” Spencer introduced each of his friends.

Indeed, after their encounter with Garcia at the grocery store, Spencer told them about Ana and why he didn’t say anything when they met at the coffee shop. Basically, he repeated the same story they told Garcia before.

As Spencer did the introductions, Ana tried to memorize each name. Spencer told her about them before, although she was sure some names were missing. She made a mental note to ask him later.

“Nice to meet you all,” Ana greeted. “And properly this time,” she now looked at JJ and Luke.

“Yeah. I agree. Our boy genius didn’t want us to know about your existence,” Garcia complained.

“Ana a secas? (Just Ana?)” Luke asked the girl, who smiled.

“No. Actually, is Ana María,” she replied.

“Ah! Latina de tomo y lomo (A Latin girl through and through),” Luke pointed.

“Alguna duda, cariño? (Do you have any doubt about it, honey?).” Ana said playfully.

“Por favor, enséñale a Reid a hablar un español más decente. Lo necesita con urgencia. (Please, teach Reid how to speak better Spanish. He really needs it)” Alvez requested, laughing.

“No hago milagros. (I can’t do miracles).” Ana held her hands' ups, and Luke snorted as the rest of the group looked amused. Spencer’s cheeks flushed a bit, but he chuckled nonetheless.

The group chatted for a while until Rossi announced dinner was served. Ana sat next to Spencer, and during dinner, she struck up conversation with almost everyone. Garcia and Tara were the most enthusiastic.

Fortunately, the team knew little of Spencer's childhood in Vegas, so any inaccuracies Ana might fall went unnoticed.

Despite her previous anxiety, Ana now seemed at ease and open to joking from time to time. Spencer was relieved things were going well, and you could tell he was having fun too.

“So, Ana,” Rossi said once they were eating dessert. “They told me you were an excellent cook.”

Ana shook her head, using the napkin to wipe her lips.

“Me? Oh, no. Only what my mami taught me when I was younger.”

“But I’m sure you are better than the genius here,” Rossi joked. Penelope piped.

“Oh, way better! She made a delicious meal the day I met her. What was called?”

“A carbonada.”

“Carbonara?” Rossi asked, confused.

“It sounds similar, but no. This stew has potato wedges and veggies like pumpkin and green beans. You can add beef if you want,” the girl described. Rossi hummed.

“It sounds delicious. I'd love to try it sometime. If you don't mind, you could be our chef at the next meeting. I'll take care of having everything you could need," Rossi offered.

“Sure. Why not,” Ana agreed. She didn’t think it could be a genuine interest anyway. Why could an Italian millionaire sybarite be interested in such a simple dish?

After the coffee, the group dispersed between the living room and the backyard. Spencer had not left Ana’s side in the evening, but Garcia insisted on having a girl’s talk with her, JJ, Tara, Kirsty, and Emily.

“Will you be okay?” Spencer whispered to Ana before moving to the group with the guys. She smiled appreciatively at him. It was nice having Spencer worry about her being comfortable.

“Yeah. More than okay. Don’t worry about me. I promise not to say anything embarrassing about you,” Ana whispered back, winking at Spencer, who chuckled, shooking his head.

“Oh, thank you for that.” Spencer joked back before walking to the backyard.

Garcia didn't waste time and started planning the next girl’s night, insisting Ana join them. The young woman tried to come up with a plausible excuse, but as Spencer had already told her, it was impossible to say no to Penelope.

“Okay, now we are good with the plan; I need to ask something to our newest member,” Emily announced. Ana frowned.

“I know you said you are old friends, but that makes me wonder if you were Reid’s first.”

“Emily!” JJ scolded. Ana’s cheeks suddenly turned red. She only expected questions about whether they were dating or something like that.

“No. I did not. Why do you think that?” Ana asked defensively.

“I guess Emily noticed the familiarity between you both—a closeness forged by a deep intimacy. It's not rare between old friends, but considering you both lost contact for many years, now you look as if time hasn't been a big issue,” Tara formulated.

“That’s how you do the thing you do for your job, right? Profiling?” Ana asked, sipping her wine and trying to hide the blush on her cheeks.

“Don’t pay attention to them,” JJ intervened. “They only want the gossip.”

“It's not like that!” Garcia chirped. “Well, kind of. But our main concern is our boy. We want him to be happy, and honestly, her last girlfriends didn’t like them that much,” Penelope shrugged. JJ and Tara nodded in agreement.

“Are you talking about that Maeve girl?” Ana asked, almost sure they were talking about her.

“Oh, you know that bitch!” Garcia blurted.

“Garcia,” Emily warned.

“Sorry, boss. But you know what I think of her.”

“But Spencer loves her,” JJ commented.

“I don’t think that’s love,” Tara contraried.

“Do you know her?” Emily asked Ana, who shook her head.

“Dear, I swear you’re way better,” Garcia suggested.

“But I’m not Spencer’s girlfriend, so I’m not in the competition,” Ana stated, sipping her wine again.

“You should be,” Tara mentioned.

Without ever meeting the aforementioned Maeve Donovan, Ana could picture some things about her from Spencer’s story and his friend’s impressions.

“I’m sorry if we are a bit intense about it. It's just we worry about Spence. He has been through a lot in his life. Not to mention doing this job,” JJ explained.

“How is so?” Ana asked with picked curiosity.

“Oh, dear. Our boy genius has been beaten, kidnapped, shot a few times, and a long etcetera,” Penelope described. Ana’s face showed how shocked she felt hearing all of that.

“You are kidding me?” she asked in disbelief.

“I’m afraid we are not,” Emily seconded.

While in the opposite corner, the guys were talking as well.

“She is nice,” Matt pointed, referring to Ana. Spencer’s brow furrowed.

“And very beautiful,” Rossi added, making Spencer blush.

“Not dense at all. And with a great sense of humor,” Will observed, sipping his whisky.

“Not like Maeve,” Luke blurted suddenly.

“Luke? What the hell-?” Spencer was about to complain.

“What? It's true. I’m sorry, man, but that girl? You don't make her laugh even if you had a circus full of clowns,” Alvez complained as Matt, Will, and Rossi snorted.

The evening turned to an end, and one by one, people were saying their goodbyes. It was the cue to Ana and Spencer to go home.

In the cab, Spencer inspected Ana’s face, who was looking out the window.

“Was it terrible?” He asked. Ana turned to see him and smiled.

“Not at all. Quite the opposite. Your friends are fun.”

“I’m glad. They liked you, by the way,” Spencer announced, smiling back. Ana’s cheeks flushed a bit.

“They did? Wow. I’m flattered,” Ana declared, satisfied. Spencer hummed in agreement, and now it was his turn to look out the window.

Ana kept thinking about her conversation with the girls. Something they said bothered her, but she didn't want to seem out of line voicing it.

Bad thing her mouth sometimes didn't follow her brain’s directions.

“Spencer?”

“Yeah?” He turned to see her. Ana cleared her throat.

“Is it true? What they told me about your bad luck in the field?” she asked tentatively. Spencer frowned. He didn't know how much they told Ana about that, but it couldn't be so detailed.

“Well, bad luck is a good way to put it. But yeah, I guess it's true,” he shrugged.

“But you still are doing this job. Why?”

‘Oh, Ana. You don't know where to stop, do you?’ The girl chastised herself, seeing Spencer go silent for a moment.

“Well, this is who I am. I mean, since I was recruited from the Academy. Twelve years by now. I don't know what else I could be, honestly.”

Ana frowned. Spencer saw his answer didn't satisfy her.

“What? You don't believe me?”

“No. I do-”

Before Ana could fully reply, the cab driver announced they had reached their destination. Spencer helped her to descend, grabbing her purse and offering his hand. Once they both were on the sidewalk, Ana resumed her idea.

“I do believe you. It's only- I don't know, for a person who could have chosen anything in this world - I mean, you are literally a genius - you choose this, and it's like you have no choice besides to continue doing it.” Spencer listened to her intently until his eyes darted to his building’s entrance.

“Shit,” he exclaimed. Ana frowned.

“What? Did I say something wrong?”

“Maeve,” the man mumbled, looking in front of him and barely paying attention to Ana. The girl followed his line of sight and located a woman at the entrance of Spencer’s building. Fortunately, the woman was checking her phone, so she didn't see them.

Trembling, Spencer felt the panic in him. Out of instinct, he returned Ana her purse, faster speaking.

“I’m sorry. I’ll take Maeve to another place. You have the apartment key. See you tomorrow.”

And just like that, the man strolled where Maeve was. Ana stayed on the spot, astonished.

“Maeve?!” Spencer called the woman, who lifted her gaze from the phone.

“Spencer! I was texting you right now!”

“Hey! What are you doing here?” he asked, engulfing her in a tight embrace. Maeve reciprocated, quickly shoving her phone in her pocket to wrap her arms around Spencer’s neck and kiss him passionately.

Ana was uncomfortable looking at the scene from a few meters behind. In order not to give the impression of eavesdropping, she reached for her phone, pretending to make a call and looking towards the street. Still, she could hear what Spencer and Maeve were talking about.

“Why can we go upstairs?”

“I didn’t tell you. I’m painting the place, and it’s a mess. Let’s go to your hotel,” Spencer offered to what Maeve didn’t argue. Hand in hand, the couple walked in the same direction Ana was. Ana still was focused on her phone, but from the corner of her eye, she saw Spencer and Maeve get a cab.

With the coast clear, Ana could now stride into the building.

Ana didn't quite know what bothered her the most. If the quick way in which Spencer left her in the middle of the sidewalk, the excitement on his face to see Maeve, or the boldness of that woman to show up without even calling first.

Being any of them, Ana knew it was irrational to get upset about it.

Moreover, Spencer perfectly could have told her to fuck off so he could go upstairs with her girlfriend.

‘Why do you keep thinking about it?’ Ana wondered, grabbing a glass and pouring herself some wine.

Something left her with a bitter taste. After the fun dinner they had with Spencer's friends, it all ended abruptly. In fact, when they were talking about something important.

‘Stop it, Ana, you're meddling in things that aren’t your business,’ she scolded herself. And although the BAU girls’ words lingered in her head, Ana knew she couldn’t do anything about it. It's not her place.

Spencer didn’t return that night, nor did the next day. That Sunday, Ana did sleep until noon and got immersed in the novel she was reading during the afternoon.

Spencer wanted to apologize to Ana for how rudely he had left her that night on the sidewalk. But when he got home on Sunday night, she was already preparing for bed in her room.

They didn’t talk Monday morning either; Spencer left for his job early and was called in a case for the rest of the week.

Sarah knew about the coming interview with Immigration. She knew Ana was living in Spencer's apartment, too. But whenever she asked the girl about it, Ana would say everything was fine and change the subject quickly. Although, Sarah could tell how absentminded her colleague was some days. She wondered why.

“The doctor is out of town?” Sarah asked one afternoon during their break. That day Ana seemed especially distracted.

“Uh? Yeah,” was her short answer, still focused on the crossword in front of her.

“Are things good with him?” Sarah tried again.

“Yeah, they are.” Same reaction from the girl, who filled the empty squares with a newfound word.

“You miss him,” Sarah affirmed casually.

“I do,” Ana replied, not realizing what she had said until the words left her mouth. At that moment, she trailed her gaze from the newspaper to Sarah, who sported a smirk on her face.

“I knew it,” she triumphally exclaimed.

“What?” Ana asked, annoyed.

“You’re falling for him,” her coworker informed. Ana rolled her eyes.

“I’m not!”

“Sure you do. And there is nothing wrong with it!”

“Are you listening to yourself? Firstly, I’m not falling for anyone. Spencer is a nice guy, he’s helping me, and I’m helping him. And secondly, if it was the case, there is everything wrong with it! We are literally strangers and living totally different lives! Sarah, please, gobiérnate un poco, ya? (Slow down and don’t say nonsense, okay?).”

Sarah shook her head but didn’t say anything else to not piss Ana off more. Although Sarah was sure, no one could tell she wasn’t right.

Time will tell, she thought to herself.

That night, Ana was watching TV when she heard the keys jingling in the lock.

As Spencer closed the door behind him, Ana turned to see him.

“Hello to you,” she joked, but the smile on her face faltered when she realized the frustration radiating from Spencer.

“Hi,” he barely said, hanging his coat and satchel on the rack. Ana watched as he slowly moved—heavy footsteps on the hardwood floor.

“Can I ask what happened to you?” Ana asked tentatively.

Spencer sighed. “I don’t know if I want to talk about it.”

“Okay, you don’t have to,” Ana conceded.

“Thank you. I guess I better go straight to bed,” he announced. Ana could have let him go, but she was worried.

“There is some dinner left if you didn’t eat,” she commented. Spencer shrugged.

“I’m not hungry,” he dismissed. It was a lie, though. Since the jet touched land that afternoon, his stomach has been grumbling nonstop. But he only wanted to sleep to stop thinking about his day.

Spencer was about to walk down the hall to his room when Ana spoke again.

“You know what? Stop right there,” she commanded. Spencer did so, brows furrowed, turning to see Ana standing from the couch. “You don’t have to tell me anything. But you can't go to bed before eating and relaxing a bit. So, come and sit here.”

Spencer was confused. He didn't doubt Ana’s good intentions, but she had never been this forward in the almost month of living together.

But Spencer was so tired and jaded that he had no energy to fight. Silently he returned to the sofa and plopped down as Ana went to the kitchen to heat some food. She came back quickly and handed him a tray with dinner. Plopping down next to him, Ana grabbed the remote from the coffee table.

“You ready?” she asked excitedly.

“For what?” Spencer asked, chewing a mouthful of pasta.

“Look what I found...” Ana grinned, pressing play. A very young Neil Patrick Harris dressed like a medical doctor was displayed on the screen. Spencer cocked an eyebrow.

“Wait a minute. It this-?”

“Yes! A Doggie Howser re-run!” Ana confirmed, clapping her hands like a child.

‘Oh God, what have I gotten myself into,’ Spencer thought. But whatever it was, with the girl sitting by his side, it could be nothing wrong.

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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love ❤️

This is always the toughest because I have written over 100 fics (much more, if you count the ones in collections) and I truly do love pretty much all of them. I think I will keep this to Obiyuki fics I really found technically difficult, and creatively satisfying!

All Pain Will Turn To Medicine Joanna likes to refer to this as "as close a crossover between Jen's obiyuki fic and original writing as she can come and still call it fanfic" which is absolutely correct, since this fic require making an ENTIRE CAST of OCs to support the premise of "Obi and Shirayuki grow up as childhood friends in the canon universe." I worked on mainly original writing before I started posting fic, so I delight in making characters and then convincing people to care about them, sometimes even against their will.

And That's the Reason We Need Lips So Much Written for the VERY FIRST Obiyukiweek back in 2016, I had been talking about doing something just like this since I pretty much started posting Seven Suitors. Sorata has a love of taking tropes an twisting them, and I thought the "true love's kiss/kiss of life" would be a hilarious one to tackle because...CPR usually ends with vomiting and cracked ribs. I had to do some really in-depth research into the mechanism of hemlock poisoning, since there is no actual known cure, and make up a very convincing one for Shirayuki to discover-- half the reason U started writing fic for this fandom was because I had professional biology knowledge, I wasn't gonna handwave it!

Creatures of a Brief Season Like All Pain, this was for the first AU bingo we ever ran, and I was using a bunch of ideas we had all come up with almost six months earlier on the obiyuki server we had at the time. I'd been so taken with the idea of doing a retelling with daemons, especially with Shirayuki having a daemon that settled late, and Obi having a the witch's tether for his daemon...the biggest hurdle was hoping that I'd done the whole concept justice. It was a LOT of pressure, but it remains one of my favorite fics.

Family, Duty, Honor A Song of Ice and Fire is possibly one of my favorite fantasy series of all time (the show....exists), so when this showed up on my bingo board a few years ago I was ECSTATIC. I had many, MANY ideas for a long-form series that would involve SECRET PARENTAGE and POLITICAL INTRIGUE, and probably DRAGONS, but since it was just for bingo, I wanted it to focus on Obi & Shirayuki...and thus we started at the Fake Marriage, Real Baby plot 🤣 ASoIaF is very densely packed with lore and I wanted to keep this fic the same way...but also make it readable to those who do not shove themselves face first into 800 page fantasy novels. It was a balancing act that I feel like I ultimately got; there's lots of little hints left for fans of the series, but it's enjoyable to people who aren't!

A Color By Any Other Name I had been talking about writing a fic like this for YEARS before I got to sit down and write it; I was initially hesitant because sometimes relatively benign disabilities like colorblindness are used more as like...entertainment in fic, either just as jokes or something to be fixed by the end of the narrative. And my philosophy is always that if I am going to include and experience in a fic-- whether it be something playing a tabletop game, or experiencing grief-- it should feel relatable to a person who has experienced it. So if I wanted to write someone discovering their colorblindness (based more than a little off a close friend's experience in college), I didn't want the colorblindness to be the punchline. In the end I had more than a couple people mention they had read it out to colorblind boyfriends/husbands who had also thought it was funny, so I'm pretty happy with how it turned out!

#asks #self rec #fic recs #obiyuki #akagami no shirayukihime #honorable mention to All That Remains which remains my most technically difficult fic of all time #and both Sic Semper Monstrum and Get Up Eight for requiring only about a THOUSAND tabs open every moment i work on them

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Zion is by far one of my favorite OCs and the one whose story I spend the most time trying to continue despite not actively writing him that much anymore.

Some of the reason for it is how I, admittedly, became close minded and skeptical about collaborative work on this side of the RPC. But that's for another post (or none at all), I'm here to lay out the things I've established for him, either through development over Discord, ideas that came and stuck with me but were never shared, or a secret third thing, lest I forget and punch more holes into his storyline:

Personal life:

Leads a married life (not on paper yet) with Rickon. It's a very fulfilling relationship, Rickon is the exception to Zion's compromise to never resort to violence and/or dirty tricks, should anyone do anything to harm him. Given Zion's current state in life, that is not to be taken as lightly as it once could, as I'll touch on more down this post;

He's also in a relationship with Samael, though he's still conflicted about putting a name to it, given his aversion to the idea of having multiple partners. In fact, he is Zion and Rickon's boyfriend, that makes it easier alongside the fact Samael is a literal god and doesn't seem to mind how Zion navigates this new state of affairs between them, as long as it's good for everyone;

He's in therapy, has been for a while. His therapist is not human but I haven't decided what or who they are yet. Zion never felt he'd be safe with a regular professional, seeing as his problems stem from very unnatural events - he concluded he wouldn't be taken seriously at all, with less than pleasant consequences and the actual assistance he needs;

Zion has something going on with his mental health, he's on mood stabilizers and some antis;

His blood is haunted. In all seriousness, a regular doctor can no longer provide reliable diagnosis for any ailments he may have, as his body has been permanently affected by years of consecutive and direct exposition to demonic essence. Would an exorcism work? I don't know, maybe not, maybe it'd kill him. Remains to be decided;

And he's still mortal, though;

He no longer lives in an apartment with Rickon, they're sharing a house and have ??? cats;

Business:

The petting zoo that became a ranch then became an inn and is now large enough to be considered a district? Yes;

It's giving him a bit of legal trouble for that. It's expansion is partly due to his impulsivity;

It has over 100 rooms for guests and a sizable staff. He's the owner and head manager, has many sub managers for each department (cuisine, reception, maintenance, accounting, legal, etc etc);

It's no longer in the stock market and he's put an end to contracts with sponsors as means to avoid too much meddling from external parties;

🆕 It has an alchemy department! Cool, yeah?;

The lake is alive and she is moody. She has recently learned to assume a form of her own made of pure water but isn't fond of it and uses it exclusively for communication (when she wants to talk). Skip stones in her and she'll beat you up, try to go for a dive and she'll recede enough so you hit the bottom instead. She didn't quite like Zion at first, he doesn't know why, but now they're on friendly terms;

The animals in its rehabilitation center are no longer exclusively earthlings or from his universe. Guests have started to leave them there for care;

Same with his plants (garden and greenhouse);

Alair, the concierge, is no longer the only Boto working there. Hide your wives when visiting;

It has a growing system for people who want help for any activity, a "help wanted" board that he totally did not take inspiration from Stardew Valley, and if you imply as much he will laugh and deny despite everything. It's loosely supervised by a moderation team just to make sure nothing against the place's rules is posted;

It doesn't run exclusively on regular currency, any item can be evaluated at the exchange office to have its value assessed;

I'll add more as I remember it.

#ooc save.

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MIIIIIIIIIITCH

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

14. If you could see one of your fics adapted into a visual medium, such as comic or film, which fan fic would you pick?

And I forgot what number this one was but have you everlearned any fun facts from researching a fic?

Annnnnnna! Thank you so much for the Ask <3 I'm so sorry that it's taking me this long to answer it. These got a little long so I put them beneath the 'Read More' break.

What’s a fic idea you’ve had that you will never write? Oh, this is a really good question. There are TOO many ideas in my head that, probably, won't get written into full-length fics for whatever reason. The one that I've been thinking about lately is a "sister AU" to the Mob AU set during the 1920's/early 1930's at a small theatre with William and an OC of mine, Nellie.

The basic premise of the AU - William is a bare-knuckle fighter on the Blackpool promenade where he's been fighting since he was barely a teenager. It's a violent existence, but he's never known anything else. The only reprieve comes at the end of each day when William sneaks into the nearby theatre to watch the variety performance. Comedians, Singers, Dancers. They all take to the stage and captivate the entire audience, including William. However, the highlight of the entire evening is seeing the high-wire artist, Nellie Jones.

If you could see one of your fics adapted into a visual medium, such as comic or film, which fanfic would you pick? I had to look through the list of my fics, but if I really had to choose one, it would be 'Like Mold' which is a part of the Dirtbag Boyfriend AU with Mox and my OC, Nicky. I love that AU despite the lack of updates to it and I would lose my mind seeing it being turned into something like a comic or a film.

Have you ever learned any fun facts from researching a fic? There are too many things that I've learnt over the years from researching for different fics. For example, the population of Katy, Texas is over 20,000. Will I ever use this information in my real life? No. But it's a random thing that, for some reason, has been stuck in my head since learning it.

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#Ask Answered #<3 Ana Tag <3 #THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE ASK #The AU with William and Nellie lives rent free in my head #and yet - I still haven't written anything for it #like a Goober #The Human Speaks #Ask Game

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── ✮ Heather. William Afton!

ー William Afton x Cloud

ー cw : CCxOC , highschool au , SONGFIC !!! clouds jealous of clara.. :( , kinda sad ??? angst..???

ー word count , 462

ー a/n : this might be a small series tbh , im thinking of writing 2 more parts with 2 other songs … maybe … idk !! anyway !!!!!! i will tag william afton x reader just bc id like for this to have more attention . ur also free to imagine my oc , Cloud , as urself ^_^ !

ー part 2 ,

Why would you ever kiss me ?

A few days before prom, Afton having yet to ask Clara out. Cloud had offered to help with a prom proposal, and Afton had accepted.

He wished he never offered to help.

He helped write something up, came up with ideas for how Afton should propose. It was just for prom, but it still had to be special.

Cloud had Afton rehearsing lines to him, a flower in hand, as if offering it to him. But it wasn’t for him.

It was for Clara, not him. Those words were for Clara too. It was all for her.

I’m not even half as pretty

It made sense for Afton to like Clara.

She was perfect.

She was so much more prettier than him, she had good grades, nice friends, doesn’t smoke or do anything bad. He could see why he picked her.

He was nothing like her. His grades weren��t as good, he didn’t have many friends, and he was a stoner with no life.

His own boyfriend never even cared for him either. He probably only dated him out of pity. That made sense.

He fell in love too quickly. Bonnie had started to talk to him for a few days and he was head over heels.

Bonnie didn’t have feelings for him at all.

He was used.

You gave her your sweater, it's just polyester

Bonnie wouldn’t ever do anything like this for him. Cloud had to be the one to ask him out, bring him chocolates and flowers, and make a move.

Bonnie never appreciated it. The chocolates melted and the flowers withered, their petals falling and dying.

He felt jealous of Clara. Jealous because Afton was trying to do this all for her, and Cloud got nothing.

She was an angel compared to him though. The sweetest person ever. How could anyone hate her? But, he couldn’t help just wish she were dead.

But you like her better

Afton would never date him. He couldn’t see it. The only interests they shared were smoking together.

Afton had his eyes on Clara for so long, if he hadn’t come to the back of the school that day, Cloud and him would’ve never met. And it was only because of that.

They shared classes together, passed each other down the halls, yet the only reason they talked was because they smoked.

He wished he never had dated Bonnie. Maybe things would’ve been different.

Maybe he wouldn’t have been who he was now, and maybe he could’ve talked to Afton earlier.

And just maybe, they could’ve dated instead.

But, he knew those were all some dreams he had. Afton loved Clara, not him. Never him. He was only just a friend.

I wish I were Heather.

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