this is how i end up with five copies of the same book

darkempressinfinitemind asked: How did you get into freelance?

The short version? Accidentally!

Longer version? It started with a friend hiring me to ghost write their memoir (before either of us knew what ghost writing was. Also he apparently had this awesome life before he knew me and never bothered to mention it before the idea of writing a book came along. Who knew? Random happenstance). I became more confident in the idea of writing for others, and then was referred to the site by a friend of mine, who was trying to pick up freelancing.

I applied for my first job there, and it was literally months before I got any bites. My first bite ended up paying me $3 an hour. I was desperate, so I took it. It gave me a reference, and I got a better job, and a better job, and a better job, until I had enough references to apply for REALLY decent jobs. Fast forward, and here I am with my own Wordsmithing business.

But you want advice, don’t you?

  • Find a Freelancing Website

There’s Elance, PPH, and a wide range of others. Pick one that works for you (or multiple) and start drumming up your profile there. Get samples out so people can see your style of work.

  • Get Reviews at All Costs

Get people you know to write reviews. Take low paying jobs to get reviews. Take whatever jobs you can and get reviews, because they really are everything to a beginning freelancer. I started out with a GED (not even a high school diploma) and still got high paying jobs, because no one needs to see your credentials – they just need proof that real life people have given you a test run.

Degrees and all that? They’re to prove you know your stuff; that someone has tested you and written off on it. Reviews are the internet’s new degrees; be willing to invest some time and effort into them.

  • Take Any and As Much Work as You Can

Not only for the reviews, but for practice. There’s a new song and dance involved with freelancing that you won’t find anywhere else. Big companies are paying millions on Big Data to figure out what little nuances make customers happy. You don’t have Big Data, and you’re up against thousands of freelancers just like you – you have to figure out the key to standing out by hand.

Getting as many jobs as you can early on gives you a chance to test the waters and find your stride before you’re dealing with big clients that are less forgiving of your fumbles. You’ll learn something new from every job so you really ARE the top professional you claim to be.

  • Claim to Be a Professional

Yeah, yeah, yeah, I should give you advice about being honest and doing the leg work before you get started. But they say to dress for the job you want, not the job you have. So act like the professional you want to be, not the one you are.

If you’re 18 and this is your first freelancing job, make your profile and all your correspondences look like you’re 37 and have been freelancing for 10 years (don’t lie, just be indirect. Talk like you’re older. Say you’ve been freelancing for several years, even if you’ve only been freelancing for a few months. If you’re living at home with your parents and the topic of family comes up, just call them “family;” the client won’t know if you’re a married mother of five or are talking about your dad). People will look right over you if they THINK you’re not capable, without even giving you a chance to show what you can do. If you take away that first – sometimes incorrect – assumption, your foot’s in the door and you can prove yourself.

Then after you have 300 five-star reviews and a client list as long as your arms, you can reveal yourself as 20 with three years’ experience, and people will believe you’re a prodigy. Then you’ll get hired for being the talented young professional who IS their target audience, so you’re perfect to create a product FOR their target audience.  

  • Be Ready to Put in More Hours

Once you’ve been in the game a while and have established yourself, you can make your weekends sacred with no work stuff. But before then, you need to be on call all the time. What’s going to make you stand out against the rest in the beginning is timeliness.

If it’s a toss-up between you and someone just as qualified, the client will decide on whoever replies the fastest and most coherently. Reply to messages as soon as possible. Talk back and forth on the weekends. Offer as tight a deadline as you can for every project, and if you can deliver early, deliver early. Once you have your reputation and your reviews, then you can tone it back to the same level as any other job; you work on your work days, and you’re gone from the planet on your off days.

  • Follow Your Heart – But Follow the Money First

I’ll let you in on a little secret. I hate web copy. Detest it. A client can have the coolest website idea ever, but having to don my promotional hat and describe their services to a target audience is tedious and unfulfilling as all get out. What I enjoy is blog writing, where I get to explore a concept and tell it (sometimes) in my own voice. I love product descriptions even, where I get to sharpen my description skills to be later used in fiction. But guess what? Web copy writing pays well, because it is difficult and it’s in huge demand.

Here’s a quick insider look at the market: Today, every style of business in existence needs a website. That means web designers are the key holders in a world full of locked doors. They’re making a killing, but every website needs CONTENT. They’re cranking out 15 websites a month but they’re just blank pages without some writing to make them REAL. That’s where my industry comes in, the Tonto to their Lone Ranger, to make their home pages, their about pages, their service pages, etc. so their website is a real website. So long as online business booms, web designers are Sauron and copy writers are the one ring to rule them all.

That’s where the money is. So even if I really hate web copy, I’m good at it. That’s what pays the rent, grows my business, and keeps my employees’ checks signed – giving me the financial security I need to then ALSO do things I like. Ghost writing, book editing, blog writing, working on my own stuff.

If you want to make it in freelancing, you need money for bills. But you also need money to prove to your freelancing site that you’re worth promoting. Be willing to do jobs you’re not crazy about, so you can grow to the point of having enough income to afford doing what you really love.

  • Embrace the Uncertainty

One of the hardest things about freelancing is the irregularity. One month, you’re swimming in cash. The next, you scrape by. At the beginning of the month, you only have one project; at the end, you have 10. I’ve been at this for years, and I still have a mini panic during summer when I’m sure this is the year that my career finally ends. But it never has.

The upside to this uncertainty is you’re never sure when great things are going to happen. The security of a 9-to-5 lets you know exactly how much you will make, but robs you of the chance for those surprise miracles where a massive client falls in your lap and pays your rent for four months within two weeks. 

Take faith that a slow month is giving you a chance to rest up for when that tsunami of work comes in. Having a new client every week is giving you a chance to have fun before you have one client for an entire year (which can get boring at times). Freelancing can be a science, but you still need a little faith. It keeps you on your toes, it gives you unexpected bonuses none of your 9-to-5 friends can count on, and it gives you freedom.

Breaking into freelancing is slow going at first, but so long as you’re good at what you do, you will break in. There’s seriously never been a better time in living memory for it.

Hope this was helpful!

anonymous asked:

Hii! Can you do a fic in the future where jughead already published his first novel and he has like some sort of conference or sth where he gets asked questions and all and somebody asks about the girls next door and he talks so sweetly about her and like Betty is in there too and all. Idk if you get it but English isn't my first language. Oh and I love your writing btw you are really talented

*insert here Titanic’s “It’s been 84 years” gif* Yes, it’s a prompt!! I finally uploaded one! Easter holidays are totally messing my writing scedule and I’m so terribly sorry for that. But I’m back in the game and I promise I’ll be my usual bughead obsessed self from now on! So, I’ve finished this just before the episode aired yesterday (I was just so tired to go over it and post it after the episode ended, I’m sorry) and I’m very pleased a lot of things that I wrote became canon. I had so much fun writing this because I’m a sucker for future fics and because that’s pure fluff and a huge, much needed dose of happiness to Jughead’s life! Also I changed the request a little, I wrote this as a TV interview just to make it more grande for Juggie, I hope you don’t mind, nonnie! Thank you for requesting and for your lovely words!!! <3 Hope you all enjoy (and maybe this will make you hate me less for my tardiness) !! <3

Betty could literally feel herself bouncing on her heels with nervous excitement, the velvet material of her blush colored pumps getting scratchy as they rubbed up against each other but, truly, right now, she didn’t give a damn about her potentially ruined shoes. She could only focus on the red digital numbers changing sequentially over the silver doors of the semi-packed elevator she was in, biting her lip nervously and counting mentally in her mind as if that way, somehow, the numbers would run faster and the silver cage would miraculously arrive on her floor in a nanosecond.

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The art of erasing queer subtext German translations of Sherlock Holmes

When I first came to tumblr for reading all the fantastic analysis of the Sherrlock Holmes stories and adaptations, I was quite confused. Of course I read the Holmes stories before, well, most of them, but a lot of the quotes I read here didn’t sound familiar at all. I thought, well, I must have forgotten that or didn’t read properly. That doesn’t sound like me, but I never picked up my (german) copy and looked it up. One evenening, I sat over a glass of wine with my friend and she denied the gay subtext of the Holmes stories so vigorously, that I felt like proving my point and so I took her copy and wanted to show her some of the evidence. To my suprise, i could not find it. Starting with the „Quick. Hide if you love me“ part in „the dying detective“ wich was translated to „Hide if you want me to be thankfull forever“ (Verstecken Sie sich, wenn Sie sich meines ewigen Dankes gewiss sein wollen). That made me curious and I bought a copy of the original english ACD stories.

I will now start to read along with you, in german and in english to see what had been changed and why.

First, we have to note, that the most common german translation is the one by Adolf Gleiner, Margarete Jacobi, Louis Ottmann and Rudolf Lautenbach. It is an early translation (the first in some stories) and is used until today. I had a look at five different copys of the translated canon, modern ones and old ones, but they all had that translation. There is one other common translation by Gisbert Haefs, but I don’t have it, so I can’t say anything about that. Maybe someone has read those.

Then we have to note some general problems with translating from english to german, wich is not only true for Holmes but also for many other stories. There is, for example the „Sie“ and „Du“ problem. „Sie“ is the formal, polite way of saying „You“ wich one would use to adress strangers or respected people or people you don’t now well, „Du“ is the more intimate way of saying „You“ which one would use if you are adressing friends or family or people of your own age if you are younger than 25. Of course, it is always hard to get the point in a movie, book or series when people stop to use „Sie“ and start using „Du“, for it requires a permission or invitation in the spirit of: „Please, you can say „Du““ which is a big deal. In the Holmes stories, Watson and Holmes always talk to each other using „Sie“ and it is hard to create this natural intimacy between two people who do that. In translated english stories, it became quite normal that two people use „Sie“ even when they know each other quite well, especially in stories written before the 1950s. Even children adress their parents as „Sie“. Maybe it was just a way of showing how posh the English are.

Then we have the trouble of words with a slightly different meaning in both languages. But we will see that when I point out some examples.

When I read through the first three stories (TheGloria Scott, The Musgrave Ritual and The Spraceled Band) I recognized some parts that were translated pretty wrong and had to come to the conclusion, that it was done on purpose. By the third story I knew which part would have been changed before I even looked at the translation.


The Musgrave Ritual:

The „certain quiet primness of dress“ that a lot of people refere to by pointing out a queer reading of the canon was changed to „In his appearance he showed a certain accuracy and punktuality“ which is not the same and they could have used many german expressions wich would have been closer two the point. (German: Was sein Auftreten betraf trug er eine gewisse Genauigkeit und Pünktlichkeit zur Schau). But I see, that it is not easy to catch that exact meaning for the word „quiet“ is not really used in german in that manor.

Holmes „mischivious eyes“ were changed to „smart smile“.

„He (Musgrave) was a dandy“ was changed to „He emphasised his suit“. Wich is understandable because the term „dandy“ hadn’t been used in Germany.  

Fun fact: The term „woman“ refering to Rachel Howells was changed to „Weib“ (a deprecative term for woman) or to „Mädchen“ (girl) on various occations.

The Gloria Scott

In this story, Holmes speaks to Victor Trevor using „Du“. That might be because of their age.

Then they left out were Holmes was going the day the dog bit him, („I went down to chapel“).

„before the end of the term we were close friends“ was changed to „before I recovered, we had formed a friendship“ (German: Ehe ich wieder auf den Beinen war, hatten wir Freundschaft geschlossen.). And there is a term for „close friends“ in german (enge Freunde). There is no reason to change that.  

But these two stories aren’t the interesting part. Let’s move on to „The spraceled band“

It starts with minor changes in the description of Holmes (They changed „love of his art“ to „Love of his work“) and in the way Holkmes adresses Watson („my dear fellow“ was translated to „My dear boy“) but they mix up the boy/fellow thing in every way, all the time.

Then, when Holmes wakes up Watson, Watson accompanys Holmes down to the sitting room in the english version, while in the german translation, Watson follows Holmes to the sitting room. They could as well have translated the sentence word by word. But they didn’t.

Holmes intruduction of Watson („This is my intimite friend and associate Doctor Watson before whom you can speak as freely as before myself“) stayed the same. I wanted to point that out.

When Holmes says that „(The gun) and a toothbrush are all we need“, the translator went through some trouble because he obviously was concerened about the singular. Instead of just changing it to plural, he invented a comb, so you can read the german sentences as plural or singular. Its hard to explain… („Wenn wir Kamm und Zahnbürste mitnehmen, haben wir alles was wir brauchen“).

When Holmes and Watson go to „the Crown“, they engage „a bedroom and a sitting room“ in the original version, while in the german version, they get „two rooms“. Well, I guess that is not exactly wrong, but it is not the whole truth either.

These are not the big ones, those will come later on, when we read more stories. But you can find this sort of changes in every Holmes story, while the rest of the story (For example the Cases) are translated with a certain accuracy.

Why did they do that? Well, I think they realised how strong the subtext is and didn’t want that to come out. I don’t think they said:“Oh my god, this is so gay, let’s not write that“, I think they thought: „Well, if I translate it word by word it sounds wrong in german, to intimate. I have to look for less strong words or discriptions.“. Maybe it was because of differences in german and british culture at that time. But they clearly changed most of the parts which one could read as „to intimate for friends“.

Thanks to @handl0ck for talking to me about this and to @astudyincanon for encouraging me to write it down… and sorry for the mistakes. I am still learning.

Romance Languages (Remus Lupin x Reader)

So sorry for not updating as often but midterms are upon me and I’m drowning in study guides and essays.

“Hey there! I love your writing!! I was wondering if you could do an imagine where the boys (James, Sirius, Remus, etc) have to take a foreign languages class and they have no idea what’s going on, so they get the reader to tutor them. Bonus points if there’s mutual pining! Thanks!!” OH MAN THIS IS RIGHT UP MY ALLEY BECAUSE IM A SPANISH MAJOR AND HAVE 6 YEARS OF FRENCH EDUCATION AS WELL SO I AM SO READY THANK YOU FOR THIS. Therefore, I’m going to make the languages that the boys take those two because I’m familiar with them, hope that’s okay because I don’t want to butcher up a language, you know? As for the mutual pining, you didn’t specify which pairing so I hope Remus is okay!

Dumbledore had recently come back from a visit to the American wizarding schools and was inspired to implement language courses in his own school. You were beyond thrilled, ever since you were little your parents had hired language tutors for you; you were fluent in both French and Spanish.

The rest of the school seemed pretty okay with the idea of having another class added to their day, well except for the marauders.

“Can you believe it? As if we don’t have enough work already.” Sirius muttered as he looked at the timetable McGonagall had given him. McGonagall gave him a pointed look as she continues to distribute the timetables.

“Ms. Y/L/N, it seems that there’s a mistake here, they have you down for two languages.”

“There’s no mistake Professor, I talked to Professor Dumbledore to see if it was okay for me to take two.”

She nodded approvingly at your enthusiasm as Sirius rolled his eyes.

“What languages are you taking, Y/N?” Remus asked as he looked at his own paper.

“French and Spanish, mother was very excited for me to study those languages again, it’s been a few years so I hope I’m not too rusty.” You replied.

“What about you guys?” you asked the rest of the boys.

“James and I are taking the language of looove.” Sirius said suggestively, wiggling his eyebrows as James snickered. This time around it was you who rolled their eyes.

“Peter and I are taking Spanish. Mum wants to take a family vacation to Spain this upcoming holiday so I figure taking Spanish would benefit me.” Remus answered as Peter nodded.

“Well if you lads need help you know where to find me.” You announced, as you picked up your books heading towards Defense Against the Dark Arts, Remus followed suit and offered to carry your books, you smiled as you handed them to him.

A couple of weeks passed by and it seemed that the students were really enjoying their language classes. You were sitting in the common room when suddenly, Sirius and James barged in, Remus following behind with a pile of books.

“Y/N, WE ARE IN GRAVE DANGER.” Sirius exclaimed.

You quickly stood, thinking that the castle was under attack or something of the sort.

“WHAT IS IT? A SIEGE?” You babbled.

“WE HAVE AN EXAM TOMORROW.” Sirius bawled.

“Sirius Black, are you talking about the French exam?” You asked, pinching the bridge of your nose.

“The one and only.” James confirmed.

“Let me guess, once again you both procrastinated till the very last minute, huh?”

“You see my dear Y/N, usually we wouldn’t be panicking a dumb exam, but this one has an oral part.”

“Stop saying the word oral, please, you’re creeping me out.” You countered.

“If any respectable French person heard our speaking abilities they would avada kedavra us on the spot.” James concluded.

“Very well, I’ll help you two…f you get me some fancy chocolate.” You proposed.

They both nodded furiously.

You told them to gather their supplies and to meet you in the library in ten minutes; they both ran to their dorm to do so. You shook your head, chuckling at their frantic states. You heard Remus clear his throat from behind you, you felt guilty having forgotten that he was there since he had been relatively quiet during Sirius’s moving speech.

“Sorry Remus, here let me help you out with those.”  You said as you grabbed half of the pile of books. You noticed they were his Spanish books and a rather heavy looking Spanish dictionary.

“Thank you, Y/N, you didn’t have to.” He said kindly.

“It’s my pleasure. Are you ready for our Spanish exam tomorrow?”

“Kind of, I was wondering if you could help me practice as well but it seems that you’ll have your hands full with James and Sirius.” He answered, looking rather disappointed.

“Nonsense! I would love to help you out. I was going to ask if you wanted to study with me earlier.” You responded as you both made your way to the library.

Much to your surprise, Sirius and James were there already. They must’ve used a shortcut…

You made copies of your own study guide and gave them to them. After five minutes of them looking it over, Sirius finally broke the silence with a loud groan.

“This was so not what I signed up for. Romance language my arse.”

“Sirius, how do I put this gently…” you pondered out loud, Remus was already chuckling knowing exactly what you were going to say.

“French is called a ‘Romance’ language because it derives from Latin. Latin was the language of the Romans.” You explained slowly.

“Some of the other Romance languages are Spanish, Portuguese, Italian, and Romanian.” Remus added as you nodded.

“And you two didn’t think of telling me this before?!” Sirius wailed as you and Remus laughed. After that mishap you were practicing some terms of endearment in Spanish with Remus, trying not to blush as he said them. Since valentine’s day was around the corner your professor thought a Valentine’s day theme exam would liven things up, but in your case it was making you like a tomato in front of Remus.

“Remus, please, I’m begging you, enunciate that ‘nya’ sound because right now the way your saying mi cariño, is sounding like macarena.” You said trying not to laugh.

He nodded, blushing furiously. Sirius and James were sneakily watching the two of you, smirks on their faces. They both knew how you two were heads over heels for one another but were too shy to admit it.

By this point James didn’t know who was blushing more, Sirius was about to have a betting pool going on to see how many times either one of you stuttered and blush.

“Ma chère, aide-moo?”

“Very close, Prongs, but it’s moi, not moo.

“Y/N, am I allowed to practice with you again?”

You had given Sirius a sort of time out from practicing his speaking skills after he kept sneaking in suggestive phrases in French (butchering them up terribly, but the boy knew what he was doing).

“If you say voulez-vous coucher avec moi again, I will lock you in the dungeons with Snape.” You threatened. Sirius behaved for the rest of his practice session with you.

Est-ce que tu veut aller á Hogsmeade avec mon ami Remus ce week-end?” Sirius asked, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. Your cheeks turned pink as Sirius gave you a knowing smirk. Looks like Sirius was finally getting the hang of the language. You quickly composed yourself, feeling Remus’ eyes on you, he had been attently listening in on the conversation in case Sirius stepped out of line and thought nothing of the phrase until he heard his name.

S’il me demande.”

You quickly looked down back at your book after answering but by doing so you missed how Remus scribbled down what you had said and was now flipping through James’s dictionary, a blush overcoming his fair features. With new found vigor he was flicking through the pages of his Spanish dictionary.

“Well Sirius, it looks like our work here is done.” James said smugly. Him and Sirius gathered their belonging and left, shooting Remus a thumbs up. You were correcting Remus’s paragraph and didn’t see their exchange or how flushed Remus became.

La joven tiene un carro rojo.” You said slowly, enunciating the roll of the letter r in the word carro. Remus was mesmerized by how your lips moved seamlessly as you said the words, and how soft they looked.

After a few tries he finally got the hang of the double r.

“Good job! Your r’s have gotten so much better.” You congratulated him as he chuckled, glad to see you smiling proudly at him. You were both flickering through your notes silently when the clock surprised you both as it chimed 11 times.

“Wow, time really does fly.”

“Yeah, it’s um better if we called it a night.” He said gathering his belongings.

“Do you have any last questions?” you asked, as the two of you made your way towards the Gryffindor common room.

“Just one.” He mumbled. You prompted him to go on and he inhaled deeply.

“¿Y/N, cariño, quisieras acompañarme a Hogsmeade este sabado?” he asked. Your mouth went slack as you marveled at his almost perfect pronunciation. The question finally sunk in as your heart hammered wildly in your chest.

It must’ve only been a minute but to Remus it felt like hours and your silence was killing his slowly.

“Oh god, I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have listened to Sir-“ you cut him off with a soft kiss.

“Sí.” You whispered as you broke the kiss, a joyous smile on your face.

He looked surprised and confused at the same time by your actions but then a grin broke out on his face.

“Really?” he said as he hugged you tightly, spinning you around.

“I’ve been waiting for you to ask me out for ages.”

You both laughed gleefully and kissed once again.  

I guess Sirius was right, Romance languages had a little romance in them.

Translation of phrases:

Ma chère, aide-moi: dear, can you help me?
voulez-vous coucher avec moi: shout out to Lady Marmalade, would you like to sleep with me.
Est-ce que tu veut aller á Hogsmeade avec mon ami Remus ce week-end?: would you like to go to Hogsmeade with my friend Remus this weekend?
S’il me demande: if he asks me.
La joven tiene un carro rojo: the young lady has a read car.
¿cariño, quisieras acompañarme a Hogsmeade este sábado?: love/dear, would you like to/accompany me/ go to Hogsmeade with me this Saturday?
Sí: yes.

“Don’t Call Me Princess”

“Stop calling me princess!”

“I apologize, My Queen.”

One shot inspired by @creativepromptsforwriting! For all you Draco lovers (though this is geared more toward Slytherin readers).

“How is it possible for you to look this shitty? It’s the weekend; you should attempt to look somewhat decent.”

“Oh, shut up, Pansy.” You rolled your eyes but said nothing more. After living in the Slytherin dungeon for six years, you’ve learned to pick up on whether a comment is made in endearing sarcasm or legitimate hostility. Shockingly, Pansy’s remark happened to be the former.

She walked over to your seat in the common room and crinkled her nose at the sight of a dusty book. “Advanced Rune Translation. How revolting.” Pansy’s frown deepened as her she saw your remaining stack of books. “Bet you regret taking so many N.E.W.T. preparation classes now, hmm?”

“No. You see, not everyone can get into a high position in the Wizarding World based solely on their mummy and daddy’s status.”

“What a bloody shame that is,” she scoffed.

Once that bothersome menace left you alone, you continued to study, switching your copy of Advanced Rune Translation for a Potions book. This is great. The joy of having two assessments tomorrow, you thought.

“Y/N, you do know it’s time for supper, yes?”

“Yes, Blaise, thank you, but I’m not hungry and I need all the time I can to revise.”

“Suit yourself.”

As the Slytherin common room emptied out, you sighed in contentment. “Finally, some silence.”

The said silence lasted for about five precious minutes, until you heard an annoyingly familiar voice.


“Malfoy,” you sighed. “Why are you here? It’s supper.”

“I could ask you the same question.”

You shrugged. Draco Malfoy wasn’t the bane of your existence, but you didn’t exactly see eye to eye either. However, silently coexisting was not an option. You both seemed to love to annoy each other too much. A love-hate relationship.

“Look, I know you have important assessments and all, but you should get some supper.”

Only Malfoy could manage to sound so condescending while saying something so caring, you thought.

“I’m fine. I’m not even hungry.”

“Y/L/N,” he deadpanned, “I didn’t see you at lunch, either. You must be starving.”

“You noticed?” you asked, raising an eyebrow. “Who would’ve thought the Almighty Draco Malfoy could’ve noticed someone like me to be missing.”

“I am a prefect for a reason, darling. Plus, every once in a while, a king notices a lowly peasant. Today just happened to be your lucky day.”

“Oh, get stuffed, Malfoy. Some people actually need to try to score high marks. Unlike yours, my life isn’t handed to me on a silver platter.”

“My life…handed to me? You don’t know the half of it,” Draco scoffed under his breath.

“Pardon? I don’t think I heard you correctly.”

“Nothing, princess,” he drawled. There was a moment’s pause where Malfoy hastily grabbed something from his robe pocket. “If you’re not going to supper, at least eat.”

He placed a napkin full of Cornish pasties on your work space.

“Don’t call me princess.” You crossed your arms. “And– I’m sorry. I think my ears are deceiving me. Malfoy was nice to me twice in one day? No, these must be poisoned,” you gasped. “Trying to get rid of the competition since, you and I both know, I’m the only Slytherin who can actually kick your ass in academics.”

“If you’re my competition, then there’s nothing I have to worry about.”

“Bugger off–”

“Just eat.”

You rolled your eyes at his demanding voice. “Okay, King,” you mocked, but took a bite anyway. “And thank you. I guess.”

“The pleasure’s all mine, princess,” he said with a smirk.

“I said don’t call me that.”

Your annoyance only seemed to fuel Draco on.

“My mistake, princess.”

“Malfoy,” you warned.

“Princess,” he mocked.

You snapped.

“Stop calling me princess!”

“I apologize, My Queen.”

“Malfoy, I swear on Salazar’s bloody grave–”

You stopped abruptly as he chuckled. You had no idea Malfoy was capable of a laugh other than a snicker.

“You’re adorable when you’re angry.”

“Adorable? I’m not adorable,” you snorted. “I’m fierce.”

“I believe you.” It was clear he didn’t. “Y/N, contrary to popular belief not everything in my perfect life comes naturally. I do revise as well.”

“I believe you.”

He let out an airy laugh as he made his was toward the boys’ dormitories. “I’m only saying… I’m always here if you need help, princess.”

And as he left, you couldn’t help but smile to yourself, looking at what’s left of the Cornish pasties.

“He called me princess.”

Yay! The end of my first Harry Potter imagine. Sorry if it sucks or is out of character or has incorrect facts or has a poor use of British slang (since I am very much American). Also, is it too long?

Feel free to give feedback! The good, the bad, the everything in between.

Requests are open! Ask away. xx

continuation of the ODSS-1b fig newton story

the person who sent in those other asks was totally right so ive continued my earlier story some to reflect that. i might write more in this same vein? im not sure. this is sorta… idk, it’s not the Best thing but it sure is a thing, and at least i remembered to save it this time lmao

The first time you notice them is probably a Thursday. You’re just guessing, though; you’ve been in the library for a long time. They’re in the psychology section, which intrigues you, so you walk up behind them silently. They have their index finger on the spine of a book titled “Dissociative Disorders: a Guide” which you’ve read and don’t like, so you tell them so,

“That one doesn’t have reliable sources and contains lots of misinformation.”

They flinch, and drop the other books they’re carrying. As they bend down and scrabble to pick them up, they also duck their head, hiding behind a thick curtain of dark hair.

“Oh, sorry,” you say, and kneel down to help them. Oops. You hope they never think to call that in. You’ve been here for practically Ever, you should have this down by now.

“I’ve got it,” they say suddenly, severely, almost sounding scared.

You catch a glimpse of a tattered notebook before it disappears behind a Chemistry textbook. When they’ve finished gathering their stuff back up, they don’t look at you, but still ask,

“Um… How do you know the book is bad?” 

“I’ve read it,” you tell them, “and I was in a position where I needed accurate information, and it lead me to Make a Deal that maybe wasn’t the best choice.” 

They look up at you then, dark eyes striking and intense, and say,

“You made a deal based on the information in a book on dissociative disorders.”

It’s not quite a question, but you nod anyway. You narrow your eyes at them, and they dip their head to let their hair cover the left side of their face back up. They’re still looking at you with the other eye, and you’re beginning to suspect they’re in a similar situation to where you were upon arriving at Elsewhere University. They’re a freshman; you can tell because a copy of the orientation brochure is sticking out of their Chemistry textbook.

“I can recommend a better book if this is for a class project…?” you let your voice tilt up at the end of your sentence to make it into a question, and they hesitate, before shaking their head.

“It’s maybe a little bit personal.”

You nod, because that’s what you thought.

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Hey guys! I’ve gotten a lot of new followers lately, so I thought I’d do a little summary of what’s been going on my blog so far this year to update you all.

I’ve been unusually prolific, so I’ve got a lot of new Sterek fics up, including some old WIPs I updated this year.

So, without further ado, here’s the masterpost, as of late April 2017. Happy reading!! And let me know if you think a post like this for my older fics would be helpful as well.

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The Cockpit

AKA the short story included at the end of special Waterstones copies of Broken Homes, which most of the RoL fandom don’t have access to. I happen to have a copy of that edition, and (seeing as how it’s impossible for the majority of the fandom to access it in any other way) have typed it all up below. Please enjoy, let me know if there are any typos, and note that I do not own copyright etc to the following:

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Study Buddies.

Brett Talbot x Female!Reader
Fandom: Teen Wolf
Author: T💕
Request: “Can you writte a Brett smut wheres reader is a typical good and shy girl and Brett really wants to fuck her :’) and one day they are alone at readers hause ;
and yeah, you know how it ends xD”
Warnings: Language and smut 😋

  “Alright, boys and girls, you all know the drill! Get your stuff out and get ready for some notes!” Coach droned.
  We all knew that he didn’t want to be here any more than any of us did. It was the same thing in class every single day.
  I got my stuff out and heard my phone buzz. I took it out, expecting a message from Scott McCall about pack business. But, it wasn’t Scott. It was Brett Talbot, my best friend.

          Brett💓: You look good today.😋

  I rolled my eyes and smile. My outfit wasn’t anything special. It was a black tank top, ripped jeans, and my all black converse.

         Me: Thanks, Brett! 😊 Shouldn’t you be paying attention tho?

  “Ms. Y/L/N? Do you want to read the passage from the book to the class?” Coach asked me.
  My ears got hot and my nerves got jumpy. “N-N-No, Sir.” I whispered.
  Finstock nodded, being aware of how shy I am. Someone else started reading and I tried to calm myself down. I hadn’t even realized that it took the entire class to calm my nerves. The bell rang and I came to the realization that I didn’t get any notes.
  “Shit.” I mumbled.
  “Woah-oh-oh! Such an ugly word from such a pretty mouth.” Brett walked to where I was packing my stuff.
  I sighed. “I know, I know, but I didn’t get any notes today. Brett, I don’t ever miss notes! What am I going to do?”
  Brett put his hand on my shoulder. “Don’t worry, babe, I’ll come over tonight and give you the notes and go over the lesson with you too.”
  “God, you are a life saver!” I hugged him.
  Brett squeezed my waist. “Alrighty then, go to class or you’re going to be late. I love you!”
  I waved and walked out the door. “I love you, too!”

         Brett’s P.O.V

  I groaned when Y/N walked out of Coach’s room. I’m glad she didn’t catch me staring at her cleavage that was falling out of her tank top. I adjusted the bulge in the front of my basketball shorts.
  Y/N is my best friend, and she has been for the past ten years, but now I can’t help but want to be more than friends.
  The final bell rang and I ran to class; the only thing I could think of was how I was going to make “more than friends” work when I go over tonight.

         Y/N’s P.O.V

  As soon as the last bell rang I sped out to my car. I wanted to get to my house before Brett did.
  I got up to my room and threw my stuff on the bed with a huff. It was super hot in my room, so I put on some shorts and threw my hair up into a messy bun. I took my books out of my backpack and started reading the passage from class today.
  Five minutes later, there was a tapping coming from my window. I smiled and opened my window to let Brett in.
  “Why couldn’t you use the front door?” I stretched my hands over my head and groaned.
  Brett’s eyes moved to my stomach, where my tank top had rode up.
  “Um, maybe because that is no fun at all?” He smiled.
  “Well, as long as you have the notes, I don’t care how you get into my house.” I hugged Brett.
  Brett hugged me back, but he held on to me for a little bit longer than he usually does.
  “Okay, let’s get our homework done, yeah?” I sat on my bed and patted the empty space in front of me.
  Brett came to me and put his backpack on the bed.
  “Don’t put your shoes on my bed, Brett Talbot. I will screw you up.”
  Brett raised his voice. “Your gonna what?!”
  I leaned back. “I’m gonna screw you up.”
  “Oh. Okay, sorry.”

         Brett’s P.O.V

  Holy shit! I definitely did NOT hear her say that last word. Y/N is seriously going to be the death of me.

         Y/N’s P.O.V

  Brett chuckled nervously. I shrugged it off. “So, what all did Coach talk about during class today?” I asked.
  Brett flipped to the page from class in his textbook. “The lesson was about the French Revolution. More specifically, the Tennis Court Oath.”
  I nodded and slid Brett’s notebook closer to me and finished copying notes for that section.
  “I love you, Y/N.” Brett said.
  “I love you, too, Brett.” I answered absent-mindedly.
  Brett took my pen out of my hand. He lifted my chin until I looked him in the eyes. “No, Y/N, I love you. I want to be with you. You have no idea what you do to me.”
  I couldn’t even find the right words to respond to Brett. “Brett…I don’t know what to say…”
  Brett leaned forward. His lips barely touched mine. “Say yes, Y/N. Say you’ll be with me.”
  “Yes, Brett. I’ll be with you.” I answered without even having to think about it.
  Brett closed the gap between our lips. I leaned back and pulled Brett down with me. Our books and other school stuff got pushed onto the floor. Brett’s hand moved to the front of my shorts.
  I broke the kiss. “Brett, I’m-I’m a virgin.”
  Brett gave me a sweet smile. “I’ll go slow, sweet girl.”
  “Promise.” Brett kissed me again.
  Brett helped me out of my shorts. I giggled a little bit. I pulled off my shirt, showing Brett my naked chest. Brett hissed and discarded his clothes faster than humanly possible. (HAHAHA)
  Brett pulled something out of his basketball shorts. A condom.
  “Awfully prepared for this, aren’t you, Talbot?” I quizzed.
  Brett blushed. “I-uh-well-you see…”
  I laughed and kissed his lips again, just to shut him up.
  Brett rolled the condom on. Brett put his finger on my clit. I started to moan instantly. Brett’s expert finger got me completely soaked in no time at all.
  “Are you ready, baby?” Brett asked.
  I bit my lip and nodded quickly.
  Brett pushed into me slowly. I squeezed my eyes shut and gripped his shoulder tightly. The sharp, tearing pain made my eyes well up with tears. Brett continued slowly until he was buried inside of my pussy completely. He stayed still for some time.
  “It’s okay for you to move now. I’m okay now.” I breathed.
  Brett pulled out some then slid back in. There was still some pain but it subsided after two of there strokes, and turned into pleasure.
  “How are you doing? Does it hurt?” Brett stroked my face with one of his hands.
  I moaned. “I’m fine. It feels good, Brett. Really good.”
  Brett laughed softly and sped up a little. My moans and his moans got slightly louder and louder.
  Thank god my parents aren’t home. I thought.
  With one particular thrust, Brett hit a spot inside of me that made me arch my back. “Holy fuck. I don’t know what you just did, but do it again.”
  A smirk appeared on Brett’s face and he duplicated his actions for the second time. An unfimiliar feeling started to form in my abdomen. It felt like a knot that was on the verge of exploding.
  “Brett, I’m–oh, god–” I panted.
  Brett groaned. “Me too, sweetheart, just a little longer.”
  Brett thrusted twice more and a feeling of euphoria  washed over me. Brett pulled out and laid down beside me.
  “That was like nothing I’ve ever experienced in my life before.” I rested my hand on my forehead and caught my breath.
  “It’s better the second time, baby. Just saying.” Brett said.
  I smiled. “How about, in a few minutes, we test that?”

What Valentine's Day With the Bidders Would be Like

A/N: Happy Valentine’s Day to all of my followers! On another note, guess who’s spending the day alone, as usual. 😛

Eisuke: Since you’re is first actual relationship, Valentine’s day with him would be expensive and exquisite. He’d take you to a five star restaurant because let’s be real, this is Eisuke we’re talking about. And even though you appreciate what he’s doing and the effort he’s putting in, you really couldn’t care less about how much money he’s spent. The fancy dinner and artisan chocolates are nice and all, but it makes you kind of sad because instead of buying you a bunch of stuff, you’d rather have him give you something he put a lot of thought in to rather than all the meaningless, albeit nice, gifts he got you. When Eisuke catches on to how you feel, he’d forget about the luxury evening he had planned and would ask you want you wanted to do instead.

Soryu: Soryu is somewhat awkward about the whole Valentine’s Day thing. He’d probably ask the other bidders what to get you but given the bidders’ personalities, he’d probably go ask Inui and Samejima what they thought. In the end, he’d end up getting you something he saw in a shop window when he was passing by. He saw an apron he thought you would look cute in, buying it on a whim. He’d also give you a copy of his favorite detective novel since you said you wanted to read some of them. He’d buy you a box of chocolates too because he’s the kind of guy that I think would be more traditional. Ironically, you made him some chocolates to give to him as well. The two of you would probably exchange gifts after eating omelettes for dinner. After that, you would lie in bed together as you read the deceive novel he had gifted you while he read another.

Baba: Valentines day with Baba would be spontaneous, but sweet. You got him a card with something cheesy written in it like “you’ve stolen my heart and I’d like it back.” He’d buy you a bouquet of flowers and a big box of chocolates with a note that said “thanks for being my valentine, pretty lady” and he’d probably take you to a hole in the wall restaurant with a nice atmosphere. After dinner the two of you’d would wander the streets. Maybe going to the park and riding the ferris wheel together, maybe buying some photo stickers too. Eventually ending up at an empty park, the two of you would sit on the bench and watch the stars.

Ota: Ota wouldn’t be worried about getting you a gift since he had been working on something for a while. He already gave you the painting of the bird in the cage, but he was painting something to accompany it. The painting depicted the same bird, but this time the bird was perched on the branch of a cherry tree, the same one that he painted when he was in school. You had a hard time coming up with a gift for Ota, mainly because you were overthinking the whole thing. In the end, you settled for a new sketch book since you had seen that his current one was getting full. You made sure to get him the same one because he probably has some pretty hight standards when it comes to his art supplies. After a nice dinner, you’d end up going for a walk with your “master” in the park, but it was fairly normal. The two of you would talk about this and that before ending up back at his studio where he gave you his gift.

Mamoru: Mamoru would take you to his favorite soba joint for dinner, and since he low key forgot about Valentine’s Day, would give you a box of chocolates he had bought in the hotel gift shop. Smiling sheepishly, he’d probably say something along the lines of “kids like this stuff nowadays, right?” You’d laugh at his uncertainty as well as his laziness before handing him his gift. You had found a keychain with a pair of handcuffs on it and thought it fitting for him since he was a detective and all. The incredulous look he gave you when you gave him the keychain was enough to make you burst out laughing, assuring him that you got him another gift as well. However when you gave him the mug that had a detective badge on it, he too started laughing. He’d ruffle your hair saying “happy Valentine’s Day sweetheart” before the two of you settle down for the evening.

anonymous asked:

do you have any good star trek novel recommendations? (tos please!!)

Yes! I do! I’ve been meaning to make a post about this for…so long, whoops, but I’ll answer this ask instead! (might still make the post someday, idk tbh. I probably should though because since I have so many Trek books I haven’t read yet, I might like more enough to rec them, haha.) Okay, anyway… (By TOS I assume you mean the original Enterprise crew, I hope it’s okay that not all of these actually take place during TOS, aka the five year mission.)

Sarek by A. C. Crispin You might have seen me mention this one the other day on my blog; I really love it. It takes place post TUC, Amanda is dying and Sarek is uncovering a plot that’s way bigger than anyone realizes at first… Also there’s some stuff about Jim’s nephew Peter (from the episode with the farting flying pancake aliens? lol.) and yeah, it’s a great read. All the parts with Sarek and Amanda are lovely and sad and the plot is interesting and it’s just all around enjoyable.Definitely recommend.

Collision Course by William Shatner This is the other one I mentioned on my blog already, and this one is probably my favorite Trek novel. Spock is nineteen and Jim is seventeen when they first meet, and they’re both too smart for their own good and get into trouble and…well, all the things you expect from Jim and Spock. It was originally supposed to be the first in a series, but for various reasons, there probably won’t be any more (CRIES) but this one is so good. And it doesn’t end on a cliffhanger so it’s okay. I especially enjoyed tbh how Bill appreciates what an effect Tarsus would have had on Jim (this is only three years later, after all) and it’s still very visible on lil’ Jim. Not a spoiler, bc a reference is made to Tarsus on…literally the very first page. Lol. Anyway, this one is really fun and sometimes sad (bc Tarsus) and just really great! Also, at least one of the plot twists genuinely surprised me, which is rare… I normally see them coming a mile off in Trek novels. ;) (Which doesn’t usually take away from my enjoyment, tbh!) But I really appreciate when they can surprise me.

Star Trek: The Motion Picture (novelization) by Gene Roddenberry You knew this was coming. This is an absolute must read if you’re a Spirk fan, tbh. I’m not all the way through with it so far, about halfway done, but I can tell you it’s a much better way of telling the story of TMP than TMP. Lol. The movie has this simple feeling and Jim rushing to Spock on the bridge and saying his name like a prayer and other things, but it also has all those dreadful special effect sequences. And the novel has its own gay to offer. I don’t necessarily agree with the way Gene wrote Jim (in fact, it’s been forever since I picked it up but I distinctly remember being bothered by it), but…yeah, at least borrow a copy from someone and witness the gay parts for yourself, haha.

Star Trek IV: The Voyage Home (novelization) by Vonda McIntyre I’m going to go ahead and say right now that if you’re going to read the novelizations, go for the ones by Ms. (Mrs? idk) McIntyre. She wrote 2, 3, and 4. I haven’t read 3 yet, but I have read 2 and 4 and I like that she actually adds in scenes and stuff that weren’t in the movies. It makes me feel like I’m actually getting something additional for my time even though I’m reading a novelization of a movie I’ve already seen. I like this one, because there was quite a bit that wasn’t in the movie (I have a hunch the extra scenes, at least some of them, might be based on the script? because the scene with Sulu’s great….something or other grandfather as a child meeting Sulu is in the book, and I know they tried to put that in the movie but never managed to. anyway.) But yeah, there’s actual stuff in there that’s not in the movie! that’s the way it should be. Also…she ships Saavik/David pretty clearly. :P Like I said, haven’t read TSS novel yet, but I know she was working it into 2, and it’s mentioned in 4 as a thing. Anyway…good stuff! This is the one where the whole “Vulcans get drunk on chocolate” thing comes from btw :))) (Avoid the novelizations by JM Dillard! Avoid!!! I’ve read them and they’re not good.) (Oh and pretty much everything I’ve read by Vonda McIntyre I’ve enjoyed, she’s a good Trek writer.)

Dwellers In The Crucible by Margaret Wander Bonnano Margaret Bonnano is another writer I just generally recommend bc I like all the stuff by her that I’ve read, too. Anyway… okay so let me say that this book’s main characters are not Jim and Spock. I know, I know. But wait!! It’s so worth a read!! Jim and Spock are in it, not much, but when they are they’re literally so married and explicitly confirmed to be t’hy’la… :)) it’s great. okay anyway. The main characters are a human named Cleante and a Vulcan named T’Shael. They are ladies. THEY ARE GAY AF. OKAY. THAT ALONE MAKES IT WORTH A READ. it’s so glorious.I mean the book only says they’re friends but…in the same way Jim and Spock are friends in canon. they’re super freaking gay. and also there are like a thousand incredibly obvious parallels between our human and vulcan lady and Jim and Spock. it’s fun. also Sulu goes undercover as a Romulan. :D yeah, just…read it. it’s great. (it made me angry at one point. I’m still angry. but I recommend it.)

Ishmael by Barbara Hambly This one was, for me at least, just a genuinely good read. I really enjoyed the plot. So…Spock goes back in time to 1867, not willingly I don’t think. And he gets amnesia. So right there are two tropes I ADORE (time travel and amnesia, I don’t care, I LOVE THEM.) He lands in North America, in Seattle if I remember correctly. And that’s the plot pretty much. Haha…okay, there’s a Klingon plot, the Enterprise crew searching for Spock, Spock trying to adapt and hide he’s an alien while bonding with the members of the community he lands in. Also Jim and Spock’s reunion is a bit gay. (Warning for spoilers if you click that? it’s pictures of when they find him near the end, so. Yeah.) I just really enjoyed the book in itself, the plot and everything. Fun!

Enterprise: The First Adventure by Vonda McIntyre In light of the tv series called Enterprise, the title of this one might be a little confusing… But it’s most definitely TOS and has nothing to do with Enterprise, haha. The premise is that it’s the first voyage of the Enterprise with Jim as the captain. And the mission is…to transport a theater troupe. It’s ridiculous and so silly, I know, but it’s really fun. There’s a winged horse, a really un-Vulcan Vulcan (I think he’s Spock’s cousin? I don’t really remember tbh), Spock heckling the theater troop, Uhura being a good friend to Janice…that’s all I remember off the top of my head, but I remember really enjoying it when I read it! 

Unspoken Truth by Margaret Wander Bonanno Remember what I said about those two writers? Lol. Okay so this is a Saavik-centric book. I really love Saavik, okay? So, as you might know, Saavik is half Vulcan, half Romulan. Well in this book (actually, in a bunch of books, by at least three different writers, it seems to be her accepted backstory in the novels) she was the result of a terrible experiment by Romulans, and when it didn’t work out, she and a bunch of other children were abandoned on a planet called Hellguard, and…some really horrible things happen. Anyway, Spock saves her, mentors her, and Amanda and Sarek basically adopt her (literally, she calls them mother and father, IT’S MY FAVE), well anyway, years later, either after or during TVH, she learns things are happening to the survivors of Hellguard…and the story goes from there. This was really good! Intense tbh. I loved it, but then, I love Saavik. If you don’t like her… But if you do, you’ll enjoy this one!!!!

Doctor’s Orders by Diane Duane Diane Duane is another must read author. All her books are excellent. In all honestly, I don’t remember too much about the plot of this one, but I know I liked it! Dr. McCoy is like “you can’t make me take command on the bridge” and Jim is like “uh actually I CAN” so he does and of course on McCoy’s very first day watching over the bridge Jim goes AWOL and shit starts going down. Poor Bones. Also, there’s some crazy aliens in this one, but they’re interesting!

The Vulcan Academy Murders by Jean Lorrah This one has such misleading cover art, lmaooo. At least, the version I have. There might be others… Anyway. Patients at a hospital on Vulcan keep dying and stuff, and then Amanda is in trouble. Lots of Sarek and Spock and Jim and Bones interaction. It’s a good one. (It’s been soo long since I read this one, too, sorry. But again, I know I enjoyed it!)

Uhura’s Song by Janet Hagan I love the alien species in this one. They’re like giant cats, and I love cats. When I read it, I got really into the planet and the species and their culture. The plot is that an old friend of Uhura’s is from this planet, and they “exchanged songs”…songs are a big deal in their culture. Anyway, there’s a plague threatening everyone on the planet and humans, too, and they think a song might hold the key to curing the disease, so they all go down on the planet to try and find it.

Strangers From The Sky by Margaret Wander Bonanno The plot to this one is…kind of hard to describe. Okay. So the parts with Jim and Spock go back and forth in time, part of the time being like, post-all the movies (I think) where they’re old friends (and really married, they’re just like. Margaret Bonanno has this way of inserting this really easy, casual intimacy they have with each other, and calling it friendship when OBVIOUSLY they’re married af, but either way I love it) and part of the time being very early on when Jim hasn’t been in command for long and he and Spock didn’t care much for each other (I mean personally I think they liked each other quite well from the start, but I’ll let it go, lol)… And then there’s a book. In the book. That everyone is reading and obsessed with and Jim starts reading it… It sounds weird, I know, but the book in the book is the story of the first time Vulcans came in contact with humans, long before the OFFICIAL first contact, it was when Vulcans crash landed on Earth and were discovered by some humans… I fucking love Vulcans, so that is obviously a great point of interest for me. Lol. Anyway when Jim reads the book he has nightmares, but then he discovers Spock has those nightmares, too, and it’s more than ‘just’ a book. Probably sounds bizarre but I really enjoyed it. ….and doesn’t every Trek plot EVER sound bizarre af when you try to describe it?

That’s all I’ve got right now!! This got so long I’M SO SORRY TBH BUT I HAD TO BE THOROUGH.


At some point in the long night he’d dozed off on the couch, but he’s awakened by the same lights.


For days they’ve been circling the lake further out, past where Lockport used to be. Now they’re almost overhead, glaring down on the roof of a deserted house just a half-mile down the road.

And then he hears the engines. He remembers the last time, that endless scream, the ice cracking under their feet. It won’t happen again.

He takes the stairs to the basement two at a time and crouches beside Scully’s mattress.

“They’re coming,” he says, his voice hoarse with sleep. “Scully. Scully.” He shakes her hard and she blinks at him, then comes suddenly awake.


“You have to go,” he says. “It’s time.”

She moves through the shadows to where Will is sleeping. He hears her whispering, hears the mattress squeaking as she kneels on it.

And then she turns to him. “He’s gone,” she breathes.

Without a second’s hesitation Mulder runs upstairs to the back room, searching the horizon for his son’s silhouette. He’s not there, he’s not anywhere – and the bag Mulder packed for him is gone.

“Where did he go?” Scully from behind him, somewhere near the front door. “Mulder, where did he go?”

He’s shaking his head, trying to clear it. It’s impossible. There must have been some sign, something that happened over the last days or weeks, some clue. But he can’t remember, not anything. The last conversation he had with his son was about how sick they both were of black beans. Please don’t let that be the last thing I said to my son, Mulder thinks, desperate, and he doesn’t know who he’s praying to.

Her voice is barely a whisper. “He took your gun.”

“I didn’t hear him leave,” Mulder says. His voice seems to echo in the empty house, in the dark. He’s turning over couch cushions and pulling books off the shelves when he sees it: a page from Scully’s notebook, torn out and tucked underneath a glass of water on the coffee table. He yanks it out, collapsing to the couch as he squints to read it in the dark.

“What the fuck,” he says, disbelieving.

Scully takes it from his hands. Her blue eyes bright, exactly the same shade as Will’s, as she scans the letter. It doesn’t take long. Will didn’t bother to write much.

Mulder had run away from home once, when he was around Will’s age. In his backpack he’d stuffed two pairs of jeans, five t-shirts, and not nearly enough underwear; he put his dog-eared copy of Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance and a picture of his sister in the front pocket. He’d made it as far as the ferry terminal, where a bunch of his neighbors pleasantly inquired where he was going, with a clear undercurrent of because we’ll tell your parents if we need to. So instead he snuck through his best friend’s bedroom window and spent the night on her floor.

Now, all these years later, he remembers his mother’s face when he came back the next morning. Mascara smudged around her bloodshot eyes; crescent moons on her palms from twelve hours clenching her fists. She thought she had lost him, too. He hadn’t even left a note.

Mulder finally believes in karma.

“It’s the middle of the night. He can’t have gotten far.” Scully says it with such confidence that Mulder almost believes her. “We can catch up to him. We can take the bikes, they won’t make any more noise than we will on foot.”

But Mulder doesn’t move. Scully puts the note back down on the table. She says, “Come on.”

He’s sitting on the edge of the couch, feet flat on the floor in front of him. He rests his head on his hand.


“I told you,” he says, his voice muffled.

“That’s bullshit, Mulder. You know I can’t let you—“

“It’s not up to you.” He looks up at her then. “They’re here, Scully. It’s too late. If we run, they’ll catch us.”

She says his name again, one more time, and her voice breaks on the second syllable. He stands and gathers her to him, his chin on the top of her head.

“Let me keep you safe,” he whispers, jaw gritted, and it sounds like begging. “You have to find him. He’s alone, Scully. I can hold them off. You have to go. You have to.”

He is begging. He’s not better than that, has never been better than that.

Scully shudders. Against the fabric of his shirt she whispers, “I didn’t want it to end like this.”

“I know.” He pulls away just far enough to kiss her, just once. “It’ll be okay, Scully.”

The sound of engines, getting closer.

“You have to go,” he says. “Find Will. Find Skinner. I’ll follow you when it’s safe.”

Her eyes are shining and they both know he’s a liar. He takes her bag from the door and feels for the weight of her pistol inside, the extra ammunition he packed. He hopes Will took some, too, but there’s nothing he can do about that now. She puts the backpack on and it dwarfs her frame.

Scully, who has always been made of steel and lately she’s tempered herself into a weapon, and he loves her and loves her and she is so brave and if this is the last time he ever sees her, he’ll remember this.

“I love you,” she says.

The lights sweep through the room, across the planes of her face. He is not afraid.

He says, “Run.”

Out Of Nothing At All - Eight

“I’m sorry. You and Spencer are having a baby together? I don’t understand,” Morgan was confused, and the rest of the team had perplexed expressions on their faces as well.

You and Reid had decided to bite the bullet and tell the team together, after spending most of the previous night talking.

You’d not made any official arrangements or agreements other than that he would accompany you to your appointments going forward, and agreeing that you and the baby would live in your house. Access arrangements could be sorted once she was born, although he fully understood that for the six months at least, it would be unlikely that you’d be allowing her to spend full weeks away from you. You still weren’t massively enthusiastic about him being involved but it didn’t seem as terrible an idea as you’d originally thought.

The question of work arose and you’d told him that were planning to take time off anyway, and assess the situation then. The problem was, with you being in the field so often and you not having any close family, who would watch the baby? The answer didn’t change now that Reid was involved either. It was still….. No one. There wasn’t anyone unless you employed a full time nanny, or took a desk job, that didn’t require you to be on location. You’d need to speak with Hotch some more.

Hotch was looking mildly amused at the curious looks on his teams face as they tried to make sense of the bombshell that you and the Doctor had dropped.

“So, you’re pregnant. We know that. But Reid’s the father? So you two are together? We’re profilers, how the hell did we not pick up on that?” Rossi looked back and forth between the two of you.

“We’re not together. And yes, Reid is the father. So she’ll be a little baby genius no doubt.” You explained, actually enjoying the team being shocked.

“So you two…….erm……slept together?” JJ asked.

“Nooo Jayge. His sperm just crawled out of his penis and across the office floor one day, deciding to take up residence in my vagina……Yes we slept together. It was a one night thing a while ago. Alcohol was involved, as it generally is.”

“You two…….Together…….In bed? That’s just weird.” Derek seemed to be struggling the most with this, probably because of yours and his little make out sessions.

A though occurred and made you chuckle. “You know Morgan, if you think about it. You and Reid have made out with each other, by proxy of me.”

“Yeah um, I’m not gonna think about that thank you very much.”

“Me neither,” Spencer agreed.

“How long have you guys known?” Emily queried.

Ahhhhh. And now the time has come for the team to find out what a horrible person you are. That he’d only found out 24 hours ago himself and that you’d originally had no intention of telling him.

“About six weeks. We didn’t want to tell you just yet. We wanted to wait until Y/N had been for the second ultrasound.” Spencer spoke and both yours and Hotch’s eyes flickered to him.

“That was yesterday though right? You were here all day kid.”

“The appointment got moved at the last minute, and I had that conference call that I couldn’t get out of. So as much as I didn’t want to miss it, I had to. Hotch was kind enough to take my place though instead so she wasn’t alone. I’ve seen the pictures and the video though so it’s fine. I’ll make the next one.”

They seemed satisfied with his explanation and after giving their congratulations again, they moved into the board room to go over the case that had just come in this morning.

You hung back slightly, touching Reid on the arm so he’d do the same. When the others were out of earshot you turned to him.

“Why didn’t you tell them that you’d only just found out yorself?”

He shrugged, “Because they don’t need to know the full ins and outs…. And, I didn’t want them judging you for not telling me straight away.”

“Well…. Erm…. Thanks, I guess. You don’t have to lie for me you know.”

“I’m not, just bending the truth a little…. Thank you for copying the photos and sending me that video by the way.”

“No worries. I’ll book in for another scan in another couple of weeks if you want? So you can see her for yourself?”

“Do you need another one yet?”

“Nope. Technically I’ve had the two that are normally insisted upon, unless there’s any complications. But you can go for extra, if you pay for more.”

“Okay, send me the bill then and I’ll pay it.”

“No you won’t. I owe you this much, okay.” It was the least you do, you guessed.

He nodded and you turned to make your way to be briefed.

The case had taken you to Boulder City and had lasted five days. You’d ended up sharing a hotel room with JJ and had found her watching you one night as you changed for bed.

“I can’t believe how tiny you still are.”

“I know. She’s being very good so far, not costing me a fortune on maternity clothes.”

“Well if you need any, I still have a lot of mine leftover from Henry. We’re about the same height, they’d probably fit. Save you some cash.”

“Thanks Jayge, but I reckon I’ll be okay. I appreciate the offer though.” You smiled at her.

“No problem.” She was still looking at you and you knew she wanted to ask something else.

“Just ask JJ, I know you want to.”

You pulled down the covers, settling into bed.

She looked sheepish before speaking. “It’s just, you and Spencer, having a kid together? You don’t even act like you particularly like him. How?”

“Alcohol. It’s as simple as that. And……We don’t not like each other, we just don’t like each other like that. But we’ll be fine. You don’t have to be in relationship with someone to have a kid with them.”

“Oh I know that. I just, I guess I still can’t quite believe that Spence is gonna be a dad. I’d always imagined him actually settling down and getting married before that happened.”

“Well we definitely won’t be doing that! But we’ll work something out between us.”

“Yeah, I’m sure you’ll both do fine. You’ll both make great parents. Night Y/N.” She turned her lamp off and rolled over to sleep.

“Night night.”

The case wrapped the next day and Reid asked if he could speak with you and Hotch for a second, pulling you both to one side.

“What’s up Reid.” Aaron eyed the younger man carefully.

“Nothing’s up, but I was just wondering whether we needed to return straight away or if we had a few hours spare. We’re erm…….Only thirty minutes away from Vegas so I thought now might be a good time for me and Y/N to go and see my Mom.”

“Wait what? Why do I have to go?” Meeting the parents? Really?

“Because you’re the mother of her grandchild and it’s only right that she meets you? And I need to tell her and I’d prefer to do it in actual person rather than by phone.”

“Personally I think it’s a great idea. I can delay the flight home for a few hours. If you go now, can you be back here by six?” It was midday so that gave you six hours.

Reid nodded, “That’s plenty of time if we leave now.”

“Do I not get a say in this here?”

Both men looked and you and said in unison, “No.”


The drive took about forty five minutes due to traffic, Spencer taking the wheel for once.

“Y/N, you know about my Mom’s condition right?”

“Yep.” The whole team knew.

“And you know it could be hereditary right?”

You did. You’d done some extensive googling on the subject when you’d finally accepted the fact that you were having this baby. You nodded.

“Does that not worry you?”

“Honestly Spencer, everything about having this baby worries me. But if we’re just thinking about illnesses and the fact that she has a slightly higher percentage of developing the same illness than another child does then no. It doesn’t. There’s so many other things that could wrong, I’m not going to let myself get hung up on that. And you shouldn’t either. We’re both intelligent people, if that were to happen, then we’d deal.”

He was quiet for a while before speaking again.



“When are you going to tell your family.”

“When I have to.”

“Would they not be pleased to be grandparents?”

“They’re already grandparents Reid. My older sisters have kids already. I’m the youngest.”

“So what’s the issue?”

“Erm I just don’t really get on well with my family that’s all. They’re not very nice people. They didn’t want me to join the FBI. They wanted me to do what my sisters have done and marry some poor, rich guy and become a trophy wife. They’re kinda old fashioned in a way. Women shouldn’t be out working and all that.”


“Yes. Oh. Don’t worry Spencer, I’m not expecting you to offer to ‘do the honourable thing’ here.”

“I would you know,” he glanced at you quickly.

“I know you would. But I don’t want a marriage of convenience. If I get married, it will be for love and not because I was stupid enough to get knocked up. But you know……not much chance of that happening any time soon. Being pregnant and having a kid will kinda take me out of the dating pool for a while I imagine.”

“Well yeah. It’s kinda inappropriate for you to be dating whilst you have another mans child inside you,”

“Inappropriate? Dangerous word there Dr Reid.” Please don’t let him wind me up before I have to meet his mother, you thought.

“Wrong choice of words. Sorry. It would be awkward, is what I’m trying to say. For all parties involved.”

You had to agree with him there.

He turned off the main road and into a parking lot.

“We’re here. Ready to go meet my mother?”

Not really, but you nodded all the same.

Diamond Heart [Hannibal x Reader] Mentor Relationship

Originally posted by mikkelsenmads

Wrote this as a quick pick-me-up while studying for my chemistry exam. You should all know that I’m a big Hannibal fan. I have a copy of nearly all the books, and the Silence of the Lambs is my favorite movie. I love Anthony Hopkins, but more than that, I love Mads Mikkelsen.


PS: I’m way too poor to go to John Hopkins, but I tried to base my writing off facts… and my actual college campus. :) One year at John Hopkins for their graduate program is around five semesters at my university… Think on that… Think about how poor I am…


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request:  Hey, can I please request a John imagine where you and him were engaged, but you ended up breaking it off. 5 years later you meet up with him, and you go and sit on the roof like you did when you were younger. Thank you x

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Originally posted by awhoreslies

It had been five years today since the happiest day of your life, the day that John proposed. It seemed like it only happened yesterday, and you could remember every little detail. From what you were wearing, to the words that John said and the happiness you felt. The positive emotions didn’t last long. Less than three years later, the engagement had been broken off. It was a mutual decision, although you didn’t particularly want to break it off, and you both went your separate ways. Something should have told you that it wasn’t going to last when you both kept pushing the wedding day back. You didn’t leave Birmingham and continued to see John every now and again. A few words were spoken, and that was it. You still loved John, he was the love your life and deep down, you hoped that one day you would rekindle your relationship.  

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before the time comes

Originally posted by purplehairedtaemin

Title: before the time comes

Pairing: Lee Taemin/Reader

Summary: Waiting for a flight wasn’t ever as nostalgic, beautiful and fun as it was that day for Taemin.

Six hours. Taemin considered himself a fairly patient person, he could wait a few hours for anything that he really wanted to do, even distracting himself with his own thoughts or simply doing anything as using his phone or writing down on a piece of paper whatever thought came to his head. However, he doesn’t think that the delay of his flight that would last six hours was one of the things he thought he could be patient about. Surely, if it was under another circumstances, if he needed a well deserved break and the mere thought of sitting alone with his manager on said airport was the only way of getting it, but he really needed to leave as soon as possible, his duties filling his mind like a disease, lingering with stress and frustration. Taemin immediately plops down on a seat, his longish legs stretching in front of him as a yawn leaves his plump lips. Six freaking hours.

Immediately, Taemin groans quite loudly, making his manager click his tongue as he looked at the younger male. If anything, Taemin wanted the comfort of a first class flight, with nice seats and even nicer food so he could clean his mind and purify his body –since relaxing in his apartment wasn’t an option at this point-, but he’s helpless as he looks down at his phone, checking the time only to see that five minutes had gone by and it seemed like hours. Taemin fixes the cap over his head, running his hands over his thighs quickly to create some warmth in the cold airport before hearing the voice of his manager ringing through his ears.

“You’re acting like a kid,” The manager starts and Taemin feels out of place. Surely, he was always the youngest of his group, but he was never childish. There was a cute aura to him, that was something everyone knew and accepted, but he wasn’t someone who whined and acted egocentric. Perhaps, it was the amount of things that were on his agenda that made him so stressed out, or the sound of another flight going off that made him feel so stuck. “Do you need coffee, a jacket, anything so you can finally stop whining?” There was some teasing lingering on each word, but Taemin sighs as he stands up, placing his hands inside his pockets before shaking his head.

“I’ll go for a walk around the airport.” Taemin announces and his manager only nods his head, leaning back against the seat as Taemin walks away, his hands instantly reaching for his pockets, peaking out slightly from his sweater paws that made him look effortlessly adorable.

His black hair moves against the wind as he steps inside one of the small shops that were there, something like a convenience store or so. Taemin plays with the necklace around his neck, gold and shining brightly as he remembers the time his mother gave it to him, promising that she was always going to be with him as long as he used it. He starts considering buying something, whether it was a sweet, chocolate bar or energy bar, whatever could please his craving for anything sweet. At that moment, his eyes catch the packaging of his favorite chocolate bar, instantly smiling to himself as he stops playing with his necklace to reach for it, trotting towards the attendant so he could pay with the biggest smile over his features.

When he turns around, chocolate bar on hand –and a few sweets and snacks on a bag on his other hand-, he looks at someone that was checking out a few snacks on the small convenience store. Her hair was messy on the ends, humming a small song to herself as her oversized shirt made her look effortlessly stunning but comfortable at the same time. At that moment, she turns around to look at the small books that were on a shelf near the store, short enough to read on a quick flight if you read fast enough. Her eyes instantly trail over the books, picking up one that Taemin describes as the ‘one with the red cover’ and as he smiles to himself, he walks towards the shelf, taking the last bite from the chocolate bar when he picked up another copy of the book she was looking at, pretending to read through the pages to see if he should buy it, but instead he was stealing a few glares towards her way, amazed by the way the girl he met at the airport could be so –breathtaking, like a pair of eyes in the moonlight with the most beautiful of shining lights that he could compare with the busiest of cities around the world.

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Last time I suggested a series of read-throughs once you finish the first draft to give you an overview of things that you need to focus on when you go in for the rewriting and editing. Sometimes, you have an entire scene whose essence is generally right, but maybe the order or the wording or the focus isn’t quite right. Even worse, you try to take a stick and scissors to it and it’s not doing anything, just staring at you with that bad prose. Here’s a technique I’ve found helpful, and hopefully you will too.

Step One: Change the font size to the smallest you can still bear to read, change the margins to 0.5 all the way around, and hit print on just that section. These changes will help you save paper, always a plus.

Step Two: Grab anywhere from 3-5 different colors of highlighters or markers. Designate the colors to the following plot arcs:

  • main plot
  • subplot
  • main character development

If you have more than one subplot, use a different color for each; same goes for if you have more than one main character. Be very discerning about who constitutes a main character and who is really a secondary with a large role acting as a subplot for the book. Try to whittle it down to those 3-5 colors. Less is preferable to more. What you’re going to do is break the story down into its most basic components. Write yourself a key/legend for the colors so you don’t get lost. For my piece that’s pictured, blue identifies the main plot, pink the subplot, and orange signifies character development for my main character. Transitional sentences that don’t have anything to do with anything except to facilitate scene or topic changes I left uncolored.

Step Three: Highlight each sentence according to its function in the story. Often times, whole paragraphs will be all one color, but every now and then, there will be a multicolored paragraph, or a color change halfway through. Be sure to color accordingly. Don’t get lazy and assume.

Step Four: Cut the story into pieces according to color.

Sometimes you’ll be left with one sentence awkwardly hanging out on its own slip, like that pink one right above the blue section in my piece. Try to keep things all in connected pieces of paper. If one paragraph goes onto the top of the next page and it’s the same color, tape them to make them one slip. You can see that a little bit with the blue paragraph.

Step Five: Switch things up! Move the pieces of your scene-puzzle around, keeping in mind that you’re trying to streamline this prose and also see what things simply don’t fit. By highlighting, you should be able to better see what things feel out of place or sections that might come off as choppy. Try moving things in a way that attempts to put related story lines together. Obviously not all the sections of each line need to be together, but the more you can connect things that go with each other, the smoother your scene will flow. Of course, there may also be sections you choose to remove because they no longer go in this scene. That’s okay. Set those aside and keep fiddling. Transition sentence can always be rewritten to fit the new flow, so don’t worry too much if right now the rearranged pieces don’t entirely fit. Sentence beginnings can be altered to fit with their new place, and sections you decide to remove from this scene can be fit into other places in you novel if you think they’re still necessary.

Step Six: Implement the changes into your digital copy, changing transitions and the little details to fit. This may include changing actions or setting to fit with your new order. My scene started out with my character on a rooftop, then she hopped into the street and had a conversation, then went up the street to observe something, hopped back on the rooftops to have another conversation, hopped back down into the streets to witness something else. In the new scene, she observes something, has her conversation in the street, witnesses something, then gets up on the roof and has her conversation. Those little changes about where she is had to be made, but it takes only a few word changes to clarify those.

Here’s a tip: Be very discerning and tough on your prose. When you are deciding if a slip needs to be kept or not, consider if there’s a better way to incorporate the information. If there is, chuck that slip. This technique allows you see if the focus of the scene is on what matters and not on something else.

Here’s what my piece started out looking like:

Here’s how it ended up:

(side note: the large white chunk at the top of the second column should be colored entirely blue, however I knew I needed to simply rewrite that whole section, so I left it uncolored.) Yes, some pieces stayed the same, and I didn’t get rid of a lot (the slips set aside at the bottom are ones that were removed), but what I was able to do was refocus on what mattered, remove excess fat, and recognize where things didn’t flow. Look at the first column of the top picture! What a mess! In the end, the scene smoothed out, and I felt a lot better about the whole section. When I first learned this technique I thought it was ridiculous and that it would never help, but if you’re really, truly stuck on a scene and can’t figure out what’s wrong with it, try this out.

(still need help? not sure how this would ever help you? my ask box is always open.)

snackcakewithshades  asked:

Eyyyyy! I'd love to see a reaction of Sole giving the companions a present! Thanks :)

Thank you @mustinvestigate for betaing!


“Oh wow, SoSu.” Preston murmured. “How did you know?”

The dog barked, tugging at its collar, itching to go greet her new owner. She whined at SoSu, scratching at the ground impatiently.

“Know about what?” they said. When Preston didn’t respond, they gave the pouting dog a quick pat on the head. “You always look so lonely while you are out on your patrols, and Dogmeat is either with me or being lazy by Mama Murphy, so it seemed like an obvious solution.”

“Wow, I-I don’t know what to say,” Preston said, holding his rifle close.

“If you don’t feel ready for something like this, I can find another owner. I’m sure there are plenty of people she would be happy with,” SoSu said.

“It’s a she?” Preston asked hopefully, remembering a flash of brown fur.

“Yeah. Otherwise things have really changed since I was on ice.”

Preston smiled slightly, eyes still on the dog. He wasn’t sure of the breed, but it kinda looked like a mix of whatever Dogmeat was and the feral mutts that attacked anything moving. This dog was fully furred, and her tail was wagging at the thought of attention.

“Hold this for me, will you?” he said, absentmindedly giving SoSu his laser rifle. They released their hand from the dog’s collar and she came bounding at Preston. He was immediately buried in doggy kisses and nuzzles, when he had a quick flash of his own dog that had been lost at Quincy. She had been five years old. Just had pups.

That thought lasted for barely a moment as he looked back at the canine in front of him. She had the same brown eyes.

“I think I’m going to name you Abbie Junior.”


“May I open my eyes now?” Danse said, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. If he didn’t maintain ideal visual acuity, enemies of the Brotherhood could sneak up on them at any moment.

“Yes!” SoSu replied, taking their hands from Danse’s face.

He wasn’t sure what to make of what he saw.

It was Power Armor, that much was clear. The exterior shell was the area that surprised him.

It was pink. Very pink. In fact, it surprised him that such a color was still available for use. The shade of magenta covered every single spot visible on the metal except the eye slits. Where the pink didn’t dominate, flowers did. There were roses, daffodils, daisies and lilies scattered across the bodice. To top it all off, there were two words written in the middle of the chest in beautiful calligraphy.

Pot On!

The phrase was ostensibly referring to potting flowers, but Danse was just overwhelmed by the sheer amount of attention this would draw in battle. How could anything like this be functional? Not only was it artwork, something not to trod through mud and grime, but it would be ruined in a matter of a few missions. He steeled himself, preparing to give SoSu an honest assessment of the gift.

He was interrupted by laughter.

“Oh God,” they managed through the tears. “Oh God, you should’ve seen your face!”

They laughed for a good five minutes, while Danse stood there awkwardly, face reddened by the poor joke.

“You know that garage we visited a while back?” they finally said. “With the Atom Cats? This is their ‘Party Armor’.”

Danse clenched his jaw. “How could I forget? You practically became one of them.”

“Oh, don’t be like that,” they replied. “They’re quirky, sure, but they’re fun.”

Danse just shook his head and went about his business, ignoring SoSu whenever they tried to talk to him.

It wasn’t until a few days later, when SoSu suited up for a mandatory scouting mission, when it was Danse who was laughing.

After all, he had been a recruit once.


“Oh, you have caught me in my deepest love! How art thy to repay your genteel gift?” Deacon exclaimed, turning over the copy of The Fugitive, by Marcel Proust, in his hand.

SoSu just rolled their eyes and said: “Lord, what a fool this mortal be! Thou not needst to reciprocate.”

“Sure, I mean, we exist only by virtue of what we possess, right?” Deacon said, obviously trying to cover up a smirk.

SoSu’s jaw hung open. They were sure that Deacon hadn’t read The Fugitive yet. He’d never quoted it before, and she had never seen him reading it when they camped for the night.

“No…” they said, processing their thoughts. “No, you can’t have read it already! I was sure!”

Deacon just glanced down and spotted a comfortable chair. There he sat for the rest of the afternoon, reading through the lengthy text. He would often ask SoSu questions to what a certain word meant, or what a phrase suggested. What he didn’t say was that he loved the gift. He hadn’t actually read it before. He had, however, found a reference text that included a certain quote from the book.

A few days later, SoSu found a few of their favorite foods, along with a copy of their favorite holotape game that they were sure they had lost a few months ago in their pack. They didn’t say anything to Deacon, but there was one evening when they played a holotape game while Deacon flipped through the pages of his new book, not paying the slightest attention to them.


“What kinda shite is this?” Cait demanded, holding up the pink dress.

“Well, I saw you looking at the old magazines with the dress models and I thought you might like to have one of your own,” they said, wringing their hands. “I mean, if you don’t want it -”

“Of course, I don’t want it!” she sneered. “What do I look like a fuckin’ fairytale princess to you?”

“No, Cait, you know I don’t look at you like that.”

“Just leave it on the bed, I wanna burn it meself.”

SoSu just pursed their lips and quietly closed the door on their way out. Cait stared at the dress for a while, lightly stroking the soft cloth before balling it up in her fist. Why did she have to ruin everything? Why couldn’t she just accept a gift like normal person?

The familiar burn of tears threatened behind her eyes and she headed out the door to find one of the Bobrov brothers to help her forget.


‘Well, aren’t you the happy homemaker?” Nick drawled, putting out his cigarette. The last time he’d seen one of those had been when Jenny insist he dress better. She had practically ironed a hole in his shirts by the end of the ordeal.

“Laugh it up all you want, but you are going to be the sharpest dressed detective Diamond City has ever seen!” they exclaimed, holding up one of his spare trenchcoats. “I put in new ballistic weave so that you have a better chance of staying in one piece, and I patched in a few of the holes. And, obviously, I found an iron.”

They shook it in front of him before setting it down on his desk. They quickly jogged upstairs and hung the outfit on the dresser before returning downstairs, latching onto Ellie and chatting excitedly about the new discovery.

Nick smiled, watching the animated conversation. It wasn’t often he received a present, and those were mostly from Ellie. He didn’t know why they bothered getting anything for his ugly mug, but he wasn’t about to complain.


“You’re giving this, just giving this?” MacCready stammered. “To me?”

SoSu just smiled and nodded her head, closing his fingertips around the pristine copies of Grognak the Barbarian. There were three volumes, all first editions. He smoothed his thumb over the smooth colored paper, a bubble of excitement rising in his chest. He hadn’t had these kind of comic books since he was a kid and those were all tattered, half-illegible copies from Little Lamplight. In fact, that was one of the texts the older kids taught them to read by.

“You mentioned it when we walked by Hubris, and I remembered I had kept these in my safe at home. So, well, I thought you might like them.”

“He-Heck, yes!” he said, gripping them tightly now. They still had the glossy finish.

SoSu just smiled as he found a comfortable place on the red sofa. The crooning of Magnolia’s singing barely registered in MacCready’s mind as he sat there and devoured the comic books to his heart’s content. Meanwhile, SoSu sat beside him, allegedly checking through their PipBoy’s inventory, but really just enjoying the expression on their normally cynical friend’s face.


“Ma’am/Sir, there is no practicality in the exchange of items for emotional benefit.” X6 said, looking distastefully at the brightly colored package.

“This isn’t about practicality, X6,” SoSu replied, pushing the package toward him on the table. “It’s about friendship.”

“Friendship is merely a social construct in which -”

“Just open it.”

X6 twisted his lip, but proceeded in opening the crudely wrapped ‘gift’. In a methodical manner he took out a knife, to SoSu’s dismay, and proceeded to slice it open.

The contents were… unsettling.

It was a limited edition box of Fancy Lads Snack Cakes, in the flavor ‘Atomic Apple’. It had pictures of faded cowboy hats scattered along its perimeter, with rustic lettering to top it all off.

Instantly, fear coursed through him. The Institute didn’t accept weakness. He had been too careless. To have any favorites or particularities could prove disastrous.

SoSu just stood there, smiling at him. That slowly faded as they read the expression on his face.

“What’s wrong?” they asked, ripping tiny cuts in colored paper that had been sliced so precisely.

He opened his mouth to reply, to say he could not accept this gift, that it wasn’t necessary, that it was silly. As he went to do so, he noted the crestfallen look on his friend’s face. His friend.

He could risk a little. For them.

So he bit back his words and lifted his lips a little, as he saw them do so often.

“Nothing, Sir/Ma’am,” he said, grabbing the box. “I believe the proper response is: thank you.”


“Oh, zis is a wonderful gift!” Curie exclaimed, clutching the box in her hands. “What is it exactly?”

SoSu chuckled and took the box from her hands and opened the lid to reveal an array of scientific materials. There were beakers, a pair of goggles, a few powders and several other things that SoSu couldn’t identify. It wasn’t professional quality; for some reason, she couldn’t find many scientific materials around the Commonwealth.

“Oh! This is absolutely amazing.” Curie said. “Everything here is what I need. Thank you so much, SoSu!”

Curie hurried off, presumably to find a place to set up the kit. Also, SoSu knew, to go talk to Tinker Tom. Those two had quite the unlikely friendship. Come to think of it, he probably wouldn’t be happy with SoSu when he found out. The pair talked about science almost daily, and experimented as often as they could. The only time Tom was calm was around Curie. It was adorable.

The more they thought about it, the more they realized they had screwed up. That really kicked in when they heard a whisper yell coming their way:


Yeah, time to go.


“You have brought me milk of human kindness?” Strong bellowed, reaching for the bottle SoSu held.

“Whoa, there buddy, this isn’t the milk of human kindness. This is just milk. You drink it,” they said, shielding the bottle from his grasp. “In fact, this is Brahmin milk.”

“And you…give this, to me?”

“Yeah, buddy, it’s a gift.”

“I no give gifts, only trade.”

“It’s free, Strong. You don’t need to give me anything.”

Strong reached for it hesitantly before shaking his head.

“No, Strong cannot accept this. Wait here, human.”

“Wait! Strong!”

It was no use. Strong stomped off, going to who knows where at a surprisingly fast speed. It wasn’t ten minutes before he was back with a sack held over one shoulder.

It was a hot Commonwealth day, and even though SoSu had adjusted to most smells in the Wasteland at this point, a gore bag in full sunlight was a whole other venture.

“Why does human have food come from mouth? Food goes in mouth.” He scratched his head.

“No more trades, Strong.” SoSu said weakly, grabbing a rag out of their satchel. “Now, drink your damn milk.”

Books and kisses | Young!Sirius Black imagine

Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah, if you don’t celebrate any of those happy 25th December. Hope you have a wonderful day full of smiles and laughter.

Sirius Black and 59. “I’m not jealous.” + 100.“Kiss me? For good luck?” – “You don’t believe in luck.” – “No, but I want you to kiss me.”


four times you and Sirius met in the library.

Thanks for requesting! Had lot’s of fun writing this.

Key: Y/N - your name; Y/l/n - your last name

Warning: Some swears.

Words: 1435.


5th year

You have fallen in love with Hogwarts’ library the moment you entered it for the first time back in first year. Since then it had become your safe heaven, a place to escape the world for a while. It was safe to say that it was one of your favorite places in the whole entire world. Your classmates weren’t surprised to find you there, in fact if you were needed this was the first place they would look at.

So naturally, after a long day of classes and even longer quidditch practise you headed to the library. You sat at your favorite table by the window and pulled your books out of your bag. The essay on the properties of Moonstone and its uses in Potion making wasn’t going to write itself so you figured you better start.

Half an hour later you heard the unmistakable scraping of a chair being pulled out. Your curious and confused stare was met by a cocky smirk. Sirius Black. The sound of three other chairs being pulled out. So it was Sirius Black and company.

“Hey Y/N.” Sirius greeted you. It was followed with other greetings from the three other boys.

“Hey guys.” You didn’t have the strength to greet each and every one of them separately. “What have I done to deserve your company?” Three of the boys grinned at her, Remus was too busy bringing out his books.

“We couldn’t let a lady sit all by herself in a dark corner in an even darker library.” James said with a grin and looked towards Peter sitting next to him, who in turn looked at Sirius.

“Why?” You blurted out and continued writing your essay. “Did you not consider that the lady likes sitting all by herself.” Remus snorted out a laugh. “Also it’s not dark. I’m next to the window and there is a lantern here. So you know… people can read even in the dark.”

“Merlin’s beard.” James muttered under his breath and shut up.

“Good job Y/N.” Sirius patted you on the back. “No one really manages to shut Prongs up. Except Evans but that’s a whole ‘nother story.” You rolled your eyes. Everyone knew of James’ crush on the redhead. Everyone.

“How’s your essay going, Y/N?” Remus asked.

You shrugged. “I don’t know how I’m supposed to write 12 inches. I don’t have enough information.” You leaned back in your seat and sighed.

“Have you tried Magical drafts and potions?” Remus asked and looked up. There were purple circles under his eyes probably from lack of sleep.

“Someone took the last copy from the library.” You sighed again. You had tried looking for it yesterday but no such luck.

“Sirius can lend you his.” James finally spoke up and pointedly looked at his best friend.

“Yeah, of course.” The boy nodded enthusiastically and reached in his bag. His hand emerged seconds later with the book in it.

“Thanks, Sirius.”


5th year

The Marauders started joining you often and you found yourself enjoying their company. Sometimes it would be just you and Sirius, because James was chasing Lily, Remus was reading in their dorm and Peter was doing whatever he usually did.

Tonight it was only you and Sirius.

“Who the fuck came up with this shit anyway?” You groaned and pointed towards the Potion textbook in front of you. Sirius laughed.

“Someone that wanted us to suffer, that’s for sure.” He replied and pushed his own book away.

You rested your chin on the palm of your hand and closed your eyes. “This is horrible. And how can James even chase Lily when he knows that we have our Potions O.W.L. tomorrow?”

“He’s confident in his abilities.” Sirius replied, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

“And so are you.” It wasn’t a question, it was a statement.

“And so am I, indeed.” Sirius traced a pattern in the wooden table. “Why aren’t you? You are good in Potions.”

You snorted.

“Yes you are.” Sirius pressed. “And you deserve a break.” He took the book in front of her and closed it.

“I am going to have a break.” You replied before taking the book back from him. “After the O.W.L.s pass.”

“No.” Sirius sighed and took the book again. “You are having a break now.” Just to be sure he put the textbook in his bag.

“But Sirius…” You groaned and dragged his name out. He glared at you and you giggled. “Fine, fine. Only five minutes.” The two of you talked for hours.


6th year.

A hand was carelessly draped over your shoulders. You looked up only to be met with Sirius Black’s flirtatious smirk. You raised an eyebrow and removed his hand from where it had been rested.

He pouted. “But Y/N.” Sirius dragged out your name, making you roll your eyes. You returned to the homework in front of you as the rest of the group calling themselves “Marauders” sat around the table in the library you were occupying.

You didn’t fail to notice that Lily Evans was with them. The two of you smiled at each other. You and Lily had sat together in Charms for about three years now so you have built up a friendship.

“What are you working on?” Sirius asked, peering over your shoulder.

“The essay on defence against Dementors for DADA? It’s nearly over.” You sighed blissfully at the idea.

“I have another paragraph left.” Lily announced. “Can I see what you’ve written?” She asked you politely and you gave it to her. The red-head started reading.

“Y/N.” James asked for your attention and you turned towards him. “Are you going to Slughorn’s christmas party?” You shrugged, you really didn’t know. Maybe if someone asked you out, you could go.

“Are you guys going?” You asked them and played with the end of your quill.

“No one’s asked me out yet, but I’ll go.” Lily answered, still scanning your homework. James looked like he was about to say something but Peter elbowed him and he closed his mouth.

“I’ll pass.” Remus said and flipped another page in his book.

“I just asked Vivian from Ravenclaw out. So yeah I’m going.” Sirius replied and drummed his nails on the table.

“Vivian?” You asked, voice venomous. Lily had just returned your essay and rolled her eyes. You knew she didn’t like Vivian. Not a lot of people liked her. “Vivian Leeker?”

Sirius nodded. “Yeah. Jealous y/l/n?”

You snorted. “Jealous? I’m not jealous!” Okay, maybe you were. Just a little. “I’m surprised to find that your type is bitchy bimboes that’s all.” Lily coughed to cover up her laughter.


6th year

You’ve been looking for a book for the last ten minutes and you still haven’t found it. Another book caught your attention and you reached for it, the same time someone else did. You turned around. “Sirius.” Your voice sounded more like a released breath than your actual voice. Heat crawled up your neck and to your cheeks.

“Hullo Y/n.” He greeted you and passed you the book. There was an obvious glint of satisfaction in his eyes. The two of you had not talked to each other since Slughorn’s disaster of a party, which you had spent glaring at Sirius’ back. You caught hm staring back at you too. That was around two weeks, three days and eight hours ago, but who counts them anyway.

“What are you doing here Sirius?” You asked with a sigh and took the book from him.

“Is the library a forbidden territory for me now?” Sirius tried to joke but you crossed your arms and raised an eyebrow. “I’m researching. The boys are already at the crime scene while I was sent for a book.” He reached for the book he was probably here for.

“Another prank?” You asked. “Wait… I actually don’t wanna know.”

Sirius grinned mischievously at you. “Kiss me? For good luck?”

You stared at him with rosy cheeks, wondering if he was serious. “You don’t believe in luck.” You clutched the book in your hands tighter.

Sirius nodded. “No, but I want you to kiss me.”

Your face flushed even more but you rolled your eyes, to seem irritated. “Fine.” You groaned and came closer to him. Just when your lips were about to touch his cheek he moved his head and kissed you on the lips. A few seconds later you jumped away from the Gryffindor shrieking “Sirius!”

Sirius laughed, it always sounded a lot like a bark. “Later Y/n.” He winked at you and left you standing at the library, staring after him.