now i need a new fic to read

here 

have it as proof that i’m still alive

merry christmas, here’s to many more

summary: a holiday companion to my world unknown universe set after all of the following: world unknown, yours to keep, all that i’ll ever need

word count: ~4300

also read on: ao3, ff.net

an: Merry Christmas (Eve) @swans-and-pirates! Here’s your second gift!! <3


Christmas is Emma’s favorite thing to celebrate with Killian. He gets thoroughly in the Christmas spirit every single year, without fail, and now that Charlie is old enough to get in the spirit of things, she’s found a whole new list of things she adores.

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Announcement - Mini Hiatus

I’ll just make it now fuck it. 

So I’m super behind on tags. I miss reading fics to really read them for fun and not because I feel like I have to or people are gonna be mad at me. I miss writing for fun and not because I feel like I need to crank something out. So…as of now I guess you could say I’m taking a mini hiatus. I’ll still be writing. I’m still gonna do the challenges I signed up for. It’s just that the updates are gonna be probably much less frequent than what you’re used to from me. 

I’m also starting a new job on Monday come hell or high water. So I don’t know how much time I’m really gonna have to write at that point with training and all the stuff that comes with that. 

Tagging some people I guess to spread the word or whatever. I dunno. 

@nichelle-my-belle @oriona75 @katnharper @bringmesomepie56 @chaos-and-the-calm67 @chelsea072498 @impala-dreamer @deansdirtylittlesecretsblog @sis-tafics @leatherwhiskeycoffeeplaid @thing-you-do-with-that-thing

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if you’re not reading @kirkmall‘s interactive cyoa/otome fic, you’re seriously missing out. My nightly routine is now looking forward to the new updates and now that today’s is done I found myself doodling some of Kirkmall’s employees

Solas, the prickly owner of Antediluvia and poor, poor Carver Hawke during one of his shifts at Freddy Fennic’s Funtime Pizza Arcade. 

hashtagbts  asked:

(Hiii) I read the word Taegi and you instantly have my attention. Still waiting for Just Skin to be finished to read it though ;-; Any recommandation?

i have lots of recommendation dear ahah but are you sure you’re gonna wait until Just Skin to be finished? i mean well it’s all up to you ofc but i can assure you that waiting the updates are So Worth It and that when one new chapter is up ngl it’s close to that a holy experience ;~; try it now pls
anw here is my recent taegi fics that i read & enjoy & hopefully you’re gonna to c: 
boot theory by onyu (dem feels please read it & cry with me)
Tit for Tat by eclairdeluxe (please prepare for buckets of cold water bcs you’ll in extremely need of it srsly this is probably one of the hottest taegi i’ve ever read & oh! they’re both mafia bosses T_T)
hot mess (and i’m falling for you) by roachprince (absolute fave <3)
The Nearness of You by dirtyretro (i wish it was longer ;;)
I didn’t know that I was starving (‘til I tasted you)by eclairdeluxe (istg this author is out to end me)
Sick Sentiment by rix (i wish it was longer too dem author’s writing style is absolutely wonderful)
Simple by TheOrgasmicSeke (just enough fluff & sexy-times hohoho)
White Chalk by g_odalisque13 (set in 1993; college au & it’s so beautifully written also it’s so incredibly cute ;;~;;)

under here is fics i haven’t got the time to read but i have unconditional faith with the authors that it’s absolutely worth your time to read c:
Cooperate by signifying_nothing
I Put a Spell on You by mucha 
Could You by coley_merrin 
click here to open by skswriting

apparently there are several ongoing taegi fics that i also read but i couldn’t find it in both my history & bookmarks of my ao3 account so, if you’re also wanna know you can send me a message ^-^

I’m making a late new year’s resolution to comment on every fic I enjoy on Ao3 this year. A decade of fandom lurking left me with a bad habit of reading without commenting, which is especially unfortunate now that I’m trying my hand at writing. If I want comments on my own fic, I need to accrue some good karma first by letting other authors know I appreciate them!

lingerie laundry (part ii, au kai parker one-shot)

Prompt: remember that cute neighbour your met the night before? the one who helped you sort out your lingerie and you made out with in the lounge and said you’d meet him after your interview with “Bad Boy Parker”? yeah, he is Bad Boy Parker.

Pairing: Kai Parker x Reader (Saffron Ridge)

Warnings: sexism, flirty Kai, misogynistic Kai

A/N: I AM SO SORRY HOLY CRAP. I really hope you guys don’t hate me. Thank you if you don’t, and thank you even if you do but still might read this. There is no smut in this part, but there will be smut in the next part which I hope to finish soon. I’m gonna finish the works I have in progress now before starting any new ones. I have a couple TVD/The !00/TW fics that I need to finish before any others come through. Thank you for your patience, loves. And I’m sorry again.

*PREVIOUSLY*

“Y’know, you were hot when you were submissive and quiet,” Malachi’s hands run up and down my thighs, resting against my hips. “But when you took control, good GOD.” His hand smacks the side of my thigh and I groan against his Adam’s apple. “I can’t wait until we finish this.”

“Me either, hot stuff. Until then,” I place my lips on the side of his jaw and suckle the skin until it turns a dark purple. “Mm, so beautiful.”

“Now,” he pulls me off the table and smacks my ass. “Go get some sleep, you have a meeting with the big, bad Parker tomorrow.”

“Don’t remind me,” I groan and kiss him, melting against his chest.

“Wear those panties I told you to,” he winks at me and pulls away, grabbing his bundle of clothes.

“Fine, but I better see you after the meeting,” I stick my tongue out at him and he smirks.

“You’ll see me when you least expect it,” he saunters over to me and kisses me deeply. “Goodnight, stranger.”

“Goodnight,” I chuckle and shake my head, groaning as I think of the meeting. I grab my clothes and trudge back to my place, thoughts of Malachi taking over my mind.

The Next Day

I must’ve paced back and forth about ten times in the span of thirty seconds. I’m in the hallway, waiting to be called into the meeting… wearing the mesh panties as Malachi suggested the night before. This meeting is between my advertising agency and Parker Inc., the company in charge of 50% of travel resorts in the nation. No other advertising agency had been able to seal the deal: to publicize and advertise for Parker. I needed this sale to dominate the other agencies. I’ve done it before and I’ll do it again… but what if I couldn’t?

“Ms. Angel?” A light voice calls my name and I am broken out of my thoughts.

“Yes?” I smile at the secretary.

“Mr. Parker is ready to see you,” she smiles at me and holds the door open.

“Thank you,” I smile and walk through the doors.

“Welcome, Ms. Angel,” I hear a familiar voice at one end of the room and immediately turn to look at the person speaking.

“Hello, Mr–” My throat dries up as I recognize Malachi… or Kai Parker. He was dressed in a dark grey suit, almost completely unrecognizable from last night.

“Parker, I thought my secretary told you?” He smirks at me and the shock on my face turns into sudden anger. He did not know what he just signed up for.


“You’re right, she did,” a blank look settles on my face as I take in his appearance.I notice that he’s covered the hickey on his jaw. A small smirk settles on his face as he holds a hand out and pulls a chair for me.

“Sit, please,” he waits until I walk over: professional and sleek on the outside, anger and annoyance boiling on the inside. I sit down on the seat he’s pulled out and he makes his way behind the desk, nodding at me. “Now, why are you here, Ms.-?”

“Saffron Ridge. My name is Saffron Ridge,” I give him a tight-lipped smile. “I believe it’s written on my resume.”

“You’re right, sorry. I haven’t had a chance to take a proper look at it, yet. I was rather… busy last night,” he smirks widely and runs his tongue over his lips as he grabs my resume from his drawer.

“So was I, but I still managed to properly prepare for this interview, sir,” I clench my jaw and take a breath to calm down.

“Did you now?” He raises his brows and his eyes slide down to my chest, resting on the minimal cleavage that’s peeking out from under my blouse.

“Have you looked through my resume yet?” I grit my teeth and his eyes move up to meet mine, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.

“I have. I see you graduated Magna Cum Laude,” he nods, clearly impressed. “Were there lots of male teachers in your major path?”

“Are you insinuating that I slept with my teachers to get good grades?” I stand, voice louder than before as Parker crosses the line, simply shrugging as I glare at him. “Listen here, you misogynistic, sexist piece of shit. I graduated with high honors because I worked my ass off. I stayed up day and night and worked at least two jobs every year of college to be where I am today. Now, if all you’re going to do is make demeaning comments then just tell me I’m not hired. I’ve got another interview right after this one with the Salvatore brothers. I won’t sit here while you–”

“You-you have a meeting with the Salvatore brothers?” His eyes harden and he clenches his jaw.

“I have a meeting with them right after. Had this interview gone smoothly, I would have called them to kindly cancel,” I grab my purse off the floor and straighten myself out. “But by the looks of it–”

“You’re hired.”

My eyes go wide and I stumble over my words. I open my mouth to speak, only to be cut off again.

“You can start tomorrow, if you’re able to,” he puts my resume down and sits back in his chair, brows furrowed as he continues to speak. “This is a full time position, and your background in advertising is exactly what this company needs. You’ll still have to give your presentation to the executive board just so they know what you bring to the table. You’ll report directly to me and you’ll have to share an office with me, I hope that’s–”

“I’m sorry, EXCUSE ME?” My voice raises and I narrow my eyes at him. “Just ten seconds ago, you were–”

“I was testing you,” he shrugs. “Most people would do just about anything and agree with every word I said just to get this damn job. All those weak minded and no spined idiots. I try to push all the buttons just to see when a person fights back, if at all. With you, it was when I questioned your integrity.”

“Wh-how-why the hell would you–?”

“It’s messed up, but it’s how I differentiate the leaders from the followers. For your particular position, I need a strong leader. That’s why I pushed some rather harsh buttons, I apologize for that.”

“Oh,” I huff and slump down into the chair as I try to wrap my head around his words. “So I’m hired? Did you hire me because I was qualified or because you hate the Salvatore brothers?”

“Both,” he shrugs. “You’re too strong and smart to land in their hands. They’re womanizers.”

“Oh?” I let my guard down for a moment as I smirk at him. “And you’re not?”

“I-” he smirks dangerously and shakes his head. “You just got the job, Saffron. Already treading dangerous waters?”

“I wasn’t–I didn’t mean,” I groan and stutter as I realize what I said. “Cut me some slack. You were just chewing me out, Malachi.”

“It was a test, I’m seriously very sorry,” he smiles genuinely and nods. “And to answer your question, I’m not too much of a womanizer. I scare most women away.”

“You do realize that I almost had sex with you last night, right?” I raise a brow at him and his cheeks immediately gain a red tint. “I won’t fall for your big sob story.”

“It’s not a sob story, but it’s also not a lie. I do scare most women easily,” Malachi shrugs and smirks. “Maybe it’s the bad boy in me.”

“Or maybe it’s your little ‘tests’,” I shrug and he rolls his eyes.

“I let them all know that it’s a test… after I’m done with them,” he groans and shakes his head. “And then I hit it off with you last night and you tell me that you’re gonna start working for me and–”

“And what? I met you before I started working here, and–”

“Are you that eager to finish what we started yesterday?” He smirks softly standing and walking over to my side of the desk and leaning on the edge of it.

“Oh yeah, right,” I scoff and roll my eyes, leaning back in my chair and crossing my arms over my chest. “Keep dreaming, Mal–”

“It’s cute that you cross your arms over your chest. It gives me a nicer view of things,” he smirks and I smack his thigh.

“Oh shut it! Stop checking me out. I’m your employee now, Mr. Parker,” I give him a small smirk and look up into his eyes. “Behave yourself.”

“Technically, you’re not my employee until I put your paperwork into the system, so we have some time if you want to continue?” He brings his hand over to my face and gently brushes my hair out of my face. “I really am sorry about the things I said earlier. I didn’t mean any of the things I said earlier.”

“I know,” I shrug and take a deep breath. “But you apologizing doesn’t make me want to sleep with you more.”

“More?” He smirks and brushes imaginary dust off his shoulder.

“No! That’s not what I–” I groan as he chuckles and licks his bottom lip.

“Tell me, are you wearing the panties I told you to wear yesterday?” He smirks and watches my bewildered expression. “You are! Aren’t you?”

“Malachi, no! I am not having this–” I turn red as he cuts me off.

“No more questions. I just want to know if you’re wearing those sexy mesh panties that leave very little to the imagination,” his voice grows husky as he tries his best not to groan. “Tell me you wore those with the intention of seeing me afterwards and torturing me with your phenomenal ass in some barely there panties.”

“I–”

“Mr. Parker, the Salvatore brothers are here to see you,” the receptionist’s voice rings through the intercom and I bite my bottom lip to suppress a moan.

“Alright. Give me a minute; I’ll tell you when to send them in,” he responds back to her and runs a hand through his hair, eyes not leaving mine. “I need you.”

“B-but the Salvatores–”

“You can fit under my desk, can’t you?”

Geno:

  • Almost never uses the past tense; he has his own construction for it. Seems to use “I’m” to denote instances of past tense, ie “I’m lost my gear too, you know,” to indicate something that has already happened, and then switching immediately to “I play with my all new gear” to indicate present. Which means that “But I know I’m score” or “I’m score” is Geno saying “But I knew I would score” and “I scored.” It’s Geno indicating a tense change in a really consistent way and is pretty ingenious because it means so much less conjugating; even now, when his English has gotten so good, he sticks with it, even when he DOES successfully conjugate all or part of the sentence.
  • Does in fact use “you” when he’s speaking to someone, rather than the third-person that shows up in fic all the time. I think that’s a bit of a misunderstanding. He does use names a lot, and because his sentence structure is so pared down they seem a little more noticeable, but he would say, “Sid! Look!” to ask someone to look at Sid, and he would say, “Sid, look,” to ask Sid to look at something, but he wouldn’t say “Sid look?” That comma is really important! He would say “You look?” instead.
  • Ignores articles and tenses in general (uses the I’m instead). “Exciting, long time not win.” “It’s little bit bad hands.” Goes for the simplest, most straight-forward construction possible, cutting out a lot of the difficult stuff that is not actually necessary to get his point across.
  • Favourite example of nearly everything: “Why you say I’m never backcheck?” Cuts out extraneous words, check; uses “you” rather than third-person name, check; uses “I’m” to indicate that he’s referring to past instances of being accused of supposedly failing to backcheck, even if it doesn’t map perfectly onto the way we would use tenses in the ‘proper’ English construction of the sentence.

(Text courtesy of pollyrepeat, who gave me permission to post.)

musiclovingbitch  asked:

The fic where Puck is Kurt's manager and Kurt's a talk show host is Honesty and Trust Are Sins (In This Business), Dear by shanksmuseum on AO3. archiveofourown(*)org/works/3507944/chapters/7711145

Thank you! Now that I read the summary, I’m pretty sure I’ve read this fic! Please pause while I smack myself for not adding it to the library. I’ll be rereading and doing just that this weekend thank you very much.

Honesty and Trust Are Sins (In This Business), Dear by @shanksmuseum

“Blaine Anderson. America’s sweetheart, they call him the new Gene Kelly.” […]

“A musical brat who thinks of himself as an activist. How cute.”

“How long are you planning on being a smartass?” Puck teased, smirking. “I need to know whether to schedule him for next week or next month.”

[…] “Next week. I need to ruin him before his name reaches my circles.”

  • Me when I like a fic: Oh cool, a new chapter is up! I can't wait to read it when I next have a moment spare!
  • Me when I LOVE a fic: Ahhhh a new chapter is up! I have to drop everything and read it right now!!
  • How you can tell when I really REALLY love a fic: Okay...okay the new chapter is up...can't read it now...need to save it as a treat for later...I'll have to wait until I've gotten back from work to properly enjoy this...I'll need to stop off at the shop on the way home to pick up some chocolate and some wine...
A Beautiful Mind

Request: Could you write one in a college setting where the reader is really insecure and Derek is this new popular guy in college and he instantly falls in love with the reader? I’m rambling but you could develop itt. Thank youuu

Word count: 2774

Author’s note: It’s finally here!! Now I got the time to finish it up and add the final touches to it, haha. (I got a tad emotional at the ending, though – I blame the music I was listening to while typing it up.) I hope this is what You wanted to read when you sent in this request for me and I didn’t let you down with this fic! I tried really hard to give you what you need, darling, and now I’m just so insecure and nervous what you will say! Love you, and remember, you are beautiful and a truly fascinating person. ❤

Warnings: a bit of swearing

Your name: submit What is this?


“You saw the new film yesterday?”

“Seriously, who hasn’t seen Blast?”

I’m standing awkwardly next to the wall with a cup in hand. I hate parties, for they being too loud, buzzing and chaotic for my taste. Also, I don’t know anyone, but this is the beginning of the first semester, and my friend told me she’d be here. I look around to search for Allison in the crowd, but I can’t see her anywhere – what if she’s not here at all?

I glance back at the group of boys chatting near me, only to notice that someone else has joined them – tall, tanned skin, dark hair, gorgeous smile, mesmerizing eyes, beer in hand and black leather jacket gleaming in the colourful lights roaming all around.

I nearly choke on air as soon as my eyes land on him. I immediately avert my gaze and look down at the ground, shy. I can feel my cheeks heating up and heart switching to an erratic rhythm, beating away wildly in my gullet.

As I hear one of them say, “Remember the explosion scene, though? A self-igniting Molotov Cocktail is bullshit.” I bite my lip, contemplating whether I should point out his mistake or not. Damn it, I hate it when someone believes a hoax!

Before I know it, I realize I’ve already approached them and I’m talking, earning all their attention.

“Self-igniting Molotov Cocktail exists.”

The conversation dies out at my comment, and I’m sure that by now the tips of my ears have gone red, too.

“How do you know?” asks one of them. When I glance up from behind my lashes, I notice that guy staring at me. Oh God, I’m sure he’s thinking something similar to, ‘What the Hell did this little girl think when she came to us?’

“Um,” I stutter, fingers involuntarily flexing around the plastic cup. “I’m a Chemistry major.”

“You?” comes from another guy. His voice sounds mocking, disbelieving. He points at me, moving his drink along. “You look like a Liter –”

“How do you make one? A self-igniting Molotov Cocktail, I mean,” asks suddenly a deep voice. When my head perks up to see who spoke to me, I notice pale green eyes boring into mine intensely.

“Well,” I start. I have to swallow in order to get rid of the lump in my throat. “You need sulphur, potassium, and sugar.”

“Sugar my ass,” calls out one of them, but the green eyed guy chides him, “I’m pretty sure she’s more of an expert in Chemistry than you are.”

“No, it’s –” I hedge, but he interrupts me.

“Can I ask you something else?” he asks. I shrug and answer in a small voice, “Sure.”

For some reason, a grin appears on his face that could even put the Cheshire Cat to shame. “Is it true that explosives can be made out of soaps?”

I don’t even have to think about that one. I nod, “Yes.”

“So Fight Club was actually true?” asks the one who was sceptical of self-igniting Molotov Cocktails.

“God, so Durden was a genius after all! Holy fucking shit,” exclaims the second.

“What?” I ask, confused. How is fighting in any way related to soap?

“Have you not seen Fight Club?” asks the one in leather jacket. I shake my head. “It’s on, then; you’re watching it with me.”

“What the Hale, man,” mocks his friend playfully. “Girl’s a total nerd, and there’s Patricia from the cheerleaders who’s completely gone on you. Check something out with her, not,” he looks at me. “her.”

He shoves his friend away, only partially playfully, for his comment on me, then I turn and walk away with a tiny smile playing at the corner of my mouth. I know this is fake – he’s just acting nice. And I know I will not see him ever again, not even for his offer for watching the film together.

But that’s all right – we are way out of each others’ leagues anyway.

Derek POV

Since the party, I haven’t seen her, and it has nearly been a week. Today is a Friday, and I can’t seem to get her out of my mind, not even with everything I have to study. It’s already past six, but I still have classes. The next lecture I’m going to is something I chose to take out of mere curiosity – it has nothing to do with my major.

When I enter the lecture hall, I see that it’s mostly empty, save for a handful of people sitting haphazardly here and there. I proceed to take a seat somewhere in the middle, but then I notice a familiar shape in the back. I squint a bit to be able to make out her face better, to make sure that this is really her – as soon as I realize that it’s not just my imagination making me see things I want, I take off towards her without further consideration.

She doesn’t notice me until I’m directly next to her, dropping down on the seat on her right. She turns her face to look at whoever joined her, only for her expression to morph into one of genuine surprise.

“You…” she starts, awed. “From the party?”

I grin at her as I greet her, “Hey.” I hold my hand out for her to shake. “I never got the chance to introduce myself. I’m Derek.”

She accepts my hand a tad warily, hardly squeezing it back. “(Y/N).”

“Are you open for that film?” I ask, ducking my head a little to be able to maintain eye contact with her – she’s a lot shier than anyone I have ever met, but for some reason this just makes me think she’s more adorable than anything else. “You disappeared from the party pretty fast. I couldn’t find you anywhere.”

She perks up at my confession – maybe she didn’t expect I would be searching for her?

“You looked for me?” she asks. I smile at her gently as I nod.

“Of course. I wanted to talk to you some more, but you vanished.” Her cheeks go red, waking the urge in me to kiss that rosy colour. “I want to hear more of Durden’s chemistry from you.”

“Really?” Apparently she couldn’t help the smile that blossoms to her face. “No one has ever been so invested in what I have to say about these things.”

“How come? It’s more interesting than celebrity gossip,” I point out honestly. She shrugs.

“People just don’t find sciences as fascinating as I do, I guess.”

“That’s an implied hint that your curiosity branches from chemistry to other fields, too?” I ask playfully, making her giggle softly.

“Pretty much.”

“Oh? What else do you read about?”

“Mostly core science, such as astrophysics, quantum physics, human anatomy and organic chemistry. They are my favourite,” she says. I can’t hide my amusement. This girl is freaking incredible, why is she so shy then? If she had just a tad more aggression in her, she could be like a carnivore, what with her gargantuan knowledge about the world. She has everything to literally just shatter other people’s self-esteem in two sentences, yet she’s so humble she wouldn’t even think about doing such a thing. Warmness starts spreading in my chest at this fact.

I don’t think anyone has ever gained my respect in as short a while as her.

“So this,” I nod towards the rest of the lecture hall that’s ahead of us. “Is just an additional bonus to your knowledge? Or why did you choose to take graphology lessons?”

She hums thoughtfully before answering, “I have this drive in me to accumulate knowledge about anything. I’ve been interested in many things ever since I was a child.”

“Can you tell me an interesting fact?”

“About what?” she asks, a small smile playing at the corner of her mouth, eyes sparkling now as she locks gazes with me. For a second, my breath hitches in my throat and I find myself staring back into her amazing eyes, my mouth open a little bit. I click it shut.

“Anything. What’s the first thing that comes to your mind?”

She chuckles, her voice like velvet smoothing over my nerves. “A lot of things have come crashing in, but…” she looks to the side, contemplating which one to share with me. As her tongue darts out to wet her lips, I involuntarily glance down. “Okay, how about this one; if you hit someone hard enough on their neck somewhere around here,” she says, tapping said spot with two of her fingertips, “they will automatically die of a heart attack.”

“Why? The artery is closed, or what?” I ask, puzzled. I can’t think of another reasonable explanation, but she shakes her head.

“The X. cranial nerve, also known as the nervus vagus, is connected directly to your aorta and heart. If it endures strong trauma, it will instantly stop the heart.” The only thing I can do is blink in surprise and ask myself why people would find this girl boring? She’s the most intriguing person I’ve ever met. “This is also the reason why girls start sneezing while tweezing their eyebrows, or why one could stop their hiccup by rubbing the area between their eyebrows.”

“I’m definitely trying that the next time I start hiccuping,” I respond, earning a modest giggle from her. The sound lifts my spirits, and all I know is that I just want to chase that out of her more, to hear it as many times as possible. I don’t want to see this girl sad and unsure of herself ever again – I want her to know what she’s worth. If anyone, she should definitely be confident, because she has a real reason to be.

I’m about to say something else, but the professor enters the hall and the lecture begins. On their own accord, my eyes inevitably travel over to (Y/N)’s notes whenever the professor shares a new information about what handwriting can give away about a person’s character. I find myself wanting to solve her personality to understand her.

To understand someone with such a beautiful mind.

. o O o .

When the class ends, we both pack our things and leave together. I want to take her hand in mine to show everyone we’re together, to show that I have such a wonderful person as a parter – I want to be with this fascinating girl.

“Want me to give you a ride home?” I ask, fingers flexing around the strap of my backpack nervously. I need to stay close to her to protect her, for I feel like she’s too kind and it makes her fragile against the world. “Or watch Fight Club with me tonight?”

She bites her lip while thinking about my offer. We leave the institute, darkness enveloping us. The outline of her shape is glowing as it’s enlightened from the back by the lamps in the university. She almost looks like an angel.

“Okay,” she says in the end, making me grin like a little kid who’s been given candy. I nod towards the car park.

“This way, then,” I say, leading her over to my Camaro. I open the passenger door for her, “Ma’am,” I smile at her, which she reciprocates with one of her own, chuckling at my playfulness.

I hop in on the other side, and start driving to my flat. There, I let us in and instruct her to the living-room. For the time being, I prepare some snacks and drinks for us in the kitchen before joining her on the couch. I set everything down on the coffee table and start the film. During the opening score, I smile at her cheekily, “You can tell me everything about the chemistry of Fight Club. I wonder if they got it right.”

“Okay,” she nods, the corners of her mouth curling upwards.

When the scene starts where Tyler makes the soaps, I look over at (Y/N), who’s just watching the screen without a word. However, when Tyler says that the upper layer of glycerine is to be skimmed, she snorts.

“What?” I ask. She shakes her head.

“He’s just ruined the bomb,” she says. “Glycerine needs to be left or even mixed with the solution. Then you add nitric acid to form nitroglycerine. But the twist is that the glycerine must be added to the cold nitric acid and sulfuric acid of the similar temperature. As for what Tyler did, if he did that in reality, the entire place would be burnt down by now because he added the nitric acid and the sulfuric acid to the glycerine tallowed from the mixture. This results in explosion due to overheating, which is, understandably, undesirable for explosives.

“According to Tyler, after adding sodium nitrate and sawdust, the dynamite is ready – but in reality, while the sodium nitrate part is correct, sawdust isn’t used in dynamite making. Instead, kieselguhr, also known as diatomite, is added to stabilize the compound and prevent unwanted explosion.”

“That is insane,” I blurt, awed. (Y/N) chuckles.

“It’s just basic chemistry,” she hedges.

“Not for me,” I protest, but proceed to keep watching the film.

Sometime later, when Tyler wets his lips, (Y/N) asks, “Is he going to burn the other guy’s hand?” I look at her in confusion, not even bothered to hit the pause button.

“How did you know?”

“Well,” she starts, only to be interrupted by the painful shout coming from Norton’s character as Tyler pours the lye on his hand. “They’re using sodium hydroxide in the process, and it was to be expected in this film; one of the main concept the plot revolves around is pain after all.”

“Would the lye burn if someone poured it on their dry skin?”

“No. Sodium hydroxide dissolved in water will cause a chemical burn,” she nods towards the screen where Jack is writhing in pain. “That’s why Tyler said, ‘You can run water over it and make it worse, or use vinegar to neutralize the burn.’ There is no such thing as ‘dry’ sodium hydroxide. It will pick up water from the air and form a solution eventually.”

“But,” I start, eyebrows furrowing. “That would mean if people start sweating due to the pain, it would –”

“Yeah, it would get worse and worse,” she nods, then smiles at me. “I’m glad you were able to keep track of my thread.”

I chuckle, “Others can’t catch up to you?” She shakes her head. “No wonder why.”

She cocks her head to the side like a curious cat, “Why?”

“You’re extremely smart,” I explain. “It’s safe to say that other people are way below your level, so don’t expect them to be able to follow you word by word when you’re beyond them by thousands of miles.”

She blushes at my words, making me smile meekly. Driven by a sudden surge of bold confidence, I reach over to her with my arm laying over the back of the couch, brushing her stray strands of hair out of her face, my eyes skimming over her features.

“You are an incredible person,” I tell her genuinely. “Even I noticed in such a short while, and, what? We met merely twice?” Her gaze is still locked with mine, cheeks tinted rosy. “Believe me when I tell you that people are either jealous or afraid of your intelligence. You make them feel inferior, and generally speaking, people don’t like that.”

“But you do?” she asks, voice so quiet I can hardly catch what she said.

I nod, “Of course I do. I’ve always been drawn to those with brains than who only have the looks to show off with. I like those who I can look up to, and I can definitely respect you.”

“Thank you,” she says, tears slowly welling up in her eyes.

“No need to thank me – I was just stating facts,” I respond, voice hardly above a whisper as though I was afraid that if I’m too loud, I will destroy the bubble that has formed around us.

When one of the tears escapes and flows down on her cheek, I lean in to kiss it away. I can feel her hands balling up fistfuls of my shirt, and I allow her to pull me closer. I close her into my embrace, then sit back and move her so that she’s resting against my chest, wrapped up in my arms, where I want her to be. I push my lips to her forehead, my eyes falling shut at the serene contentment that engulfs me.

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Omg just post that shit already! (Taking words…

@phaytesworld I’M PROOF READING IT RIGHT NOW

I don’t know what more validation I need, alright? I just always think my writing is shit. It’s just how I am. It’s my default, first thought. Always. I like it, but it’s shit. I have very low self esteem. I’m working on it. And femslash is very new and very scary to write. And that fic is based on a very big fanartist’s piece of art. So that doesn’t help. I’m terrified to tag them when I post it.

and just yeah,

I’m trying to be more confident in my writing. I really am.

And I have gotten better. Way better since January last year. It’s just a long road, and it’s gonna take time. But

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nirial  asked:

so I read all of dork and loved it, and I read every other xv fic you've written too now, and since I know you write good stuff in that fandom, i'm presuming you read good stuff in that fandom? The archive gets flooded with so much new stuff it's kind of intimidating and i'm not sure how to tell the good stuff from the bad stuff, so I was wondering I you maybe had any recs to give me? Thank you either way, especially for writing the amazing fics that you do!

I am glad you’re enjoying Dork. I really need to get back to it!

I have done a rather poor job of keeping up with fics in FFXV sadly. I hit the ground running, but was quickly unable to keep up with all the fics, particularly when a lot of them are just more of the same. Like you said, it is hard to tell the good from the bad. I made friends with a writer and basically decided that her works would be more than my fill for fics! I’d suggest checking her out below! 

http://archiveofourown.org/users/sealingdesigneejosephine/pseuds/JosephineSilver/works

Also, I can try to collect fics for a recommendation list, it is just hard to keep up with the constant deluge from FFXV. It is a bigger fandom than I am used to :P I’ll probably post a recommended list here one day.

omgcp fanfic rec

by no means a comprehensive list, but y’all are great and here are some stories I love. Fanfic writers appreciation <3

Double Jeopardy
alcohol, 4 years of college notes, stolen projector and clickers, Lardo has an airhorn and uses it liberally (good for your shipper heart) (ugh it’s linked to an orphan account but I know the author has a tumblr too if a good soul wants to send it along to me and I’ll update??)

Something Like This
written before Graduation and The Kiss, @emmagrant01 is basically a genius. wip, updates every Wednesday (I have never loved Wednesdays more) (or original characters in fanfic I love Taylor Whitton so much) (get settled in, it’s LONG)

Mechanics of Poetry
I think I’ve read this four times now. nurseydex. @omgericzimmermann does such a great job with these characters *hearteyes* (also a bunch of tumblr fics here read them all dudes)

New Skin
you will need tissues. Jack-centric, injuries, future fic. wip. (I need tissues thinking about this right now tbh)(but it’s good) by @rransom

tending a fire
i remember this was posted over a few days but it was all written at the time, and I was driving my sister nuts waiting for it to update. nurseydex. so so beautiful. @holsterr has a real way with words. There is also a sequel

anything by @chillwhiskey - great at everything tbh. Shoutouts to Jenny/Mandy looking after the boys, Drunk!Dex, baseball au that I can’t seem to find now y i k e s

also @tdkeh has a *ton* of fics and ficlets here. Enjoy your morning/afternoon/evening, bring a snack you’ll be here for a while :DDD

I stumbled across this the other day how cute is this?? @allthingspieandhockey

@rhysiana OMG okay The Punk and the Florist is so beautiful. and everything here is koala-tea A++

A Little Bit Closer
zimbits. Librarian au. WOWOWOW. Okay this is like. wow. I have a fairly good grasp of the English language but like how do I describe this masterpiece??? @marswithghosts thank you for this gem.

A probably ten million more things that are in my likes that I can’t find right now because I have a serious problem and have nearly 7000 things in my likes. but there’s probably more stuff in my tag here

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Sam x Reader
Warnings: frightening scenarios, blood, disturbing imagery
Fic based on ‘Mess Is Mine’ by Vance Joy originally requested by anonymous!
A/N: Ohhhhhhhh boy… We’re really in it now. Prepared for CREEPINESS and ANGST. And Crowley. AND STUFF IS HAPPENING! And other stuff too. You’ll like it… I promise. I hope. ;)
This is part of a series! Read the other parts here! 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10


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Earlier

As soon as Dean and Cas came in through the bunker door Sam was yelling for them from the library.

”Dean! Dean!!” His voice was desperate and Dean and Cas both dropped the grocery bags in their arms and banged down the stairs as fast as they could.

”Sammy?” Dean whipped into the library, Cas on his heels. He saw Sam kneeling beside your prone body on the couch. There was a strange expression on your face. Sam had one of your hands in his and was clasping your face with the other.

”Y/N?” he called desperately to you. “Y/N? Come on, Y/N! Snap out of it! Y/N?”

Your eyes were wide open but it was obvious that they were unseeing. You didn’t seem to be conscious of anything that was happening around you. Your eyes moved as if they were focusing on things unseen.

Sam’s face was contorted with fear and tears were welling in his eyes. “Y/N!” He looked at Cas in desperation. “What’s happening? Cas…”

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spaceinu  asked:

Hi I read your story last January and holy shit What's Eating You? was so good i need to read it again Im so glad you took the time to write that ty ty I really loved it and it still gives me feelings even thought i finished it months ago (congrats for winning that 2016 fic thing too btw)

Thank you so much! I’m working on the new chapter now so hopefully it won’t be too much longer for an update :’D

Hey there to all my lovely followers! This is just a little (read: very) belated post to say Happy New Years to you all! 

I made this blog almost a year ago now (well April 2016 so a few months out) and I’m so thrilled to see how much people have been enjoying my silly little commentaries on so many wonderful fics! I know I adore getting feedback on my own stories and the writing community here on tumblr has been so welcoming to me that I knew I needed to find a way to give back and I’m so glad that it’s been well received! There are so many incredible stories and OCs out there and I’m so happy I’m able to spread the love a little more!

I’m still powering through a few last OC Christmas liveblogs but I can’t wait to discover many more amazing fics to react to in 2017! 

it's been a hell of a week, but here's to the weekend

Okay, guys, so I had the worst week in the history of worst weeks, but it’s the weekend now and next week is a brand new start, am I right? 

Anyway, I just wanted to tell you guys that I love you very much, and I hope you have a great weekend! Stop by my ask if you want to talk because I would love to! Here’s you some fic recs in case you’re kinda bored: 

Percabeth

  1. When the Smoke Cleared | A semi-monster hunt goes wrong and Thalia is forced to deal with a concussed Percy. Along the way, she learns a few things. Set between Sea of Monsters and Titan’s Curse. 
  2. I Didn’t Need To Hear That | An accident with Aphrodite goes wrong and Percy and Annabeth can hear each other’s thoughts. Well this makes secretly being in love with your best friend awkward… (This hasn’t been updated in like three years, but it’s soooo good)
  3. The Quest For The Cestus Apple | A story where Annabeth Chase eats a mystical fruit that makes her fall madly in love with the first person she sees. Now Percy Jackson must find a cure to get his best friend back, survive another myth and discover the ambiguities of love and passion.
  4. Your Hand In Mine | Annabeth’s the girl who hardly ever loses a race, and Percy’s the new kid who doesn’t have time for track team. It’s a love story waiting to happen. AU.

Bellarke

  1. Matched | A match made in the Ark is put to test on the ground. (Or, where the Ark matched people up together, and Bellamy and Clarke are like the strongest match ever. Then they get to the ground.)
  2. in the silence between worlds (that’s where I’ll find you) | It’s a goddamn tragedy that both of them could be so incredibly in love with each other and yet neither could notice it.aka everyone knows Bellamy and Clarke are in love except for Bellamy and Clarke.
  3. The Punishment | (Where Bellamy takes the punishment for Finn just because he doesn’t want Clarke to watch Finn get hurt. And then he’s so wrong.)
  4. Inconceivable | "Well,“ Bellamy says dryly, "this whole diplomacy thing sure is going great.” (Or the one where they have to do it bc of grounder tradition.)
  5. Blank Canvases | “You mean to tell me that Clarke Griffin was going to get me drunk so she could take advantage of me?”—Bellamy and Clarke take part in a Grounder custom that involves body paint. Lots and lots of it.
  • Kaito: I should really be working on that history project....
  • My brain: now why would you do that when you could be re-reading New Flag again~
  • Kaito: ....fuck
  • The entire thought process on why I just spent the past hour re-reading New Flag by SkyGem. My brain is my worst enemy....

AU dayyyyyy!!!!

New Moon by KittyKatz, Set in the far future SciFi~~~

Now before you even think of reading this. I want to warn you. You WILL cry. You WILL hurt. And you WILL feel uncomfortable. If you read it and die on the inside come back to me. I will try to draw you something fluffy to fill the void. I’m so sorry!!!! Please forgive meeeee!!