well this has been in my drafts for about six months so why not

Dog Days Are Over

Summary: You were already having a bad day, and then in walks Mr. Perfect and his best friend’s puppy. Oh, and he needs you to hurry because he’s got a blind date tonight, and he’s really nervous.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 2,993

Author’s Note: Do you know how long this has been in my drafts? Anyways, here’s more fluff. Sorry I’ve been the Ebeneezer Scrooge of fluff, but I can’t help it that I’m a cynical, angsty bitch who likes to make people suffer.

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There were certain rules to being a veterinary technician.

Number one, waterproof mascara and eyeliner always! When the customer cries, you cry. Number two, carry a lint roller on you at all times; it’s best to get the pocket-sized one, because Mr. Twinkles sheds a lot! Number three, iron your scrubs! And it’s probably best to keep an extra pair in your car, because Mrs. Comier’s Jack Russell likes to pee on people.

Even though you knew these rules by heart, and you followed them every single day of your work-life, today was an exception. It was just one of those days that absolutely nothing- no matter how hard you tried- was going right. You were covered in fluffy cat hairs, Mrs. Comier’s Jack Russell peed on your leg twice, and you had run out of waterproof mascara; so when Mr. Langley brought in his thirteen year old Labrador to put her down, he cried, and so you cried, and in the end you looked like the raccoon that liked to sneak into the office dumpsters at closing.

Today just wasn’t your day.

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MASTERLIST

Pairing: Lin-Manuel x Reader

Summary: All of the in-between moments of a relationship, captured in the one-sided monologue that is voicemail. 

A/N: 

This has been sitting in my drafts for over a week whoops.

This isn’t the Untitled Garbage Fic that I’ve been rambling about but hopefully it will hold you over until that one is post-able.

Basically, I wanted to start getting words flowing again for the first time since we finished WYCH and that manifested in me choosing the absolute worst format for telling a narrative story. Honestly, this may or may not be the dumbest thing I’ve ever posted like @ becca why would you think this is a good structure for a fic? 

I hope you get a kick out of me fumbling my way out of writer’s block lmao.

Also ps shout out to @fragmentofmymind​ for being great at all times and for reading through this monstrosity for me (and providing that gif), she’s super awesome and super talented and if you aren’t following her already then honestly where have you been??

Word Count: does it even matter? the format on this is weird I’m so sorry.


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kcg4  asked:

Hi Charity as you are an ENFP I wanted to ask you how to do you see Si and Te in you? How was it clear for you that you were Ne dom and Fi aux and not the contrary? You said in the past that you cinsidered yourself socially introvert or shy, which I think is my case and I'm not sure about INFP or ENFP for me. Thanks a lot

My main way of recognizing my status as an extrovert, beyond my need for external stimulation all the time (NOTHING HAS HAPPENED IN TEN MINUTES, MY LIFE SUCKS) is that I am not a Fi-dom. So excuse me, while I once again travel into the land of indecisive Ne to illustrate my point; then I will return to your initial question.

If you compare the INFPs on this blog to the ENFPs, you will notice that the INFP’s Fi is often very prominent and “runs the show.” This is also true with real life INFPs, who as judging dominants, have and express very strong opinions. Since they are in contact with their inner self most of the time, they often know what they like and dislike, what they want to do or refuse to do, and how they FEEL about most things. There is rarely indecision on that point, especially when it comes to the strength of their inner moral focus.

While I have extremely strong opinions in a few areas, in the broader scope of reality, I am far more indecisive and disconnected from my feelings, to the point where half the time, I rationalize them out with Te, or question my “right” to feel this way at all, rather than just use them. Something I admire about INFPs is they tend to be more decisive than I am, especially in their likes and dislikes. As a Ne-dom, my likes and dislikes can change from day to day.

An INFP I know had a fight with her friends once and door-slammed all of them. She knew how she felt, that they were dissing her opinions and not respecting her true self, and after she had enough, she was done. And she did not waffle on that decision. She just quit. She made up with them much later on, but only after her temper cooled, and she had space and time to mature in her own way (and they matured also). She knew what she wanted: them gone. For now.

I complained the other day to my mother about Elizabeth of York in Philippa Gregory’s novel / miniseries, The White Princess. She is so indecisive. She changes her mind from one chapter to the next about who she is, what she wants, and answers “I don’t know” to half the questions posed to her. Some days she likes her husband, some days she doesn’t; she intends to give up on him, then turns around and falls for him again. It’s seriously annoying.

Once I got done with my rant, my mother smiled and said, “So she’s basically you, in literary form.”

Gee, thanks mom.

My mouth hung open for a couple of seconds, while my Fi had a little tantrum, and then my Te immediately snapped in and I went: “I guess. But I’d make a BAD heroine. Heroines need to be decisive! Books need plots! Heroines need to know what they want, or at least figure it out, and get there, not be lost in indecision! The plot must move forward!”

Unlike me. =P

Ne-dom makes me changeable. And it annoys me. One day, I might want this. The next day, I might not. One day, I might decide that this friend sucks. The next day, I might think I was wrong and they’re awesome. They did not change. My Ne flipped the situation around for a different perspective. It runs right over my Fi and what it wants, all the time. This means that I either do not KNOW what I want or cannot ADMIT to myself what I want, nor give myself permission to want it. It annoys me, it annoys my parents, it annoys my friends, and it annoys my cat. But that’s how it is.

I WISH I had some Fi to haul Ne’s ass into a chair and decide: NOPE. But no, instead Ne hauls me around with Fi going “Um… I don’t know how I feel yet?”

But anyway, rant aside: back to your question.

How do I see Si and Te in me?

I see Te a lot when I ‘temporarily loop’ in order to avoid dealing with my feelings. I do not LIKE my feelings. I consider them a major pain in the butt. When my grandpa died, I was a wreck before it happened. I didn’t even know him that well, but it took him a long time to die. His organs slowly shut down. I was so immersed in the pain of what was happening to my loved ones, that I cried way more than any of them. But after his death, my Te immediately kicked in. Mom wanted to clear out his house. Like, immediately. That’s how she copes.

So we did. I put aside my emotions, went into that house, and went through all my grandparents’ stuff. We filled a dumpster. I organized everything we decided to keep in piles for the family to choose from after the funeral. A lot of my decisions were people-motivated – my cousins loved playing these games with Grandma. Shall we keep them? I’ll make sure they have all the pieces and put them in nice piles. I did the funeral video. Everyone needs a Ne-dom for that. It wasn’t just about Grandpa, it was about his life. His dreams. His parents. The culture he grew up in. I managed the voice-over, without falling to pieces.

And then, I moved on.

My Si is very poor. I may be adverse to CHANGE when people announce it (and I have to deal with it a lot, my parents literally cannot live six months without changing their house around, the yard, etc) but I am not stuck in the past. Half the time it never comes to my mind. The past flows beyond me. A day can seem a week ago, and three years ago can seem like yesterday. I gaped when a friend showed me a picture recently with 2014 stamped on the bottom. That was that long ago!? My grasp on time sucks. My awareness of time sucks. My own carelessness with time… sucks. A Si-friend recently said, “You should take more pictures with your cat. You will want them when she’s eventually gone.”

I stared at her. “I will?”

See, I don’t think like that. When people, places, things, are gone, I miss them. I love them. I still think about them sometimes, but they are gone. I do not pour over pictures. I do not sit and endlessly talk about the past. I do not want to think about the past. I moved on.

Sometimes, people tell me I should slow down, or take more time with that, since they do not want me to “look back one day, and regret this moment.”

Thing is, that probably won’t happen. I rarely go back.

Unless I hurt someone badly, and never received their forgiveness, or am beating myself up about something I should have done to stop something bad from happening, I don’t look back and regret. You cannot drive a car staring into your rear view mirror. In that way, I am careless. But I don’t know how to NOT be careless. Things matter right now, and then they’re gone. I loved that show, but it’s canceled. There’s new stuff to watch. I take in so much of it (as a Ne-dom), only a few things stick longer than six months.

And sometimes, I desperately want them to stick. I sit with someone or something loving it, immersed in its beauty, and think, “How can I hold onto it? I already feel it slipping away! WHY CAN’T I APPRECIATE THIS MORE?”

Inferior Si.

This is going to sound weird, because it is weird. But, under stress… I start obsessively tinkering with sensory elements. I’ve been editing and rewriting a book for what seems like forever (forever to me is four months, but I don’t want to talk about how this is the eighth draft of the fourth version of this book in two years) which is very tedious, Si-driven work. My Te is happy to help out with deadlines, and charts, and word counts, and I have a nice little sheet of paper with things marked on it, where I enter my progress each day to keep myself motivated. But I swear on my soul, yesterday when I opened the file, my Si went nuts and said: I don’t like this font. It curls funny. Change it.

So I did.

And then I sat there for at least ten minutes, changing the font, again and again, then the sizing several times. I printed out a page to see how it will look in book form, then promptly forgot which configuration I used (poor Si!) and had to print several more sheets in different sizes. I never did figure out which was the font and what size I used for that first sheet. (Shame, I like it the best.) Then I resized the file across my screen, to try and get the font to ‘curl’ how I like it, so I could read it. I cannot read it, unless it’s the right size. And font. And I must edit so there are no paragraphs that end with one word on the next line.

(Are you laughing yet? Is that not pathetic? Welcome to my life.)

Screw inferior Si. It’s bullshit.

I never know how to say this without hurting feelings but… Fi-doms are sensitive and since INFPs have higher Si, they do not forgive you fast.

Think about two terrific insults against NFPs (from future husbands) in literature and compare them to how you process things.

Gilbert Blythe pulls Anne Shirley’s braid and calls her carrots. The little INFP smashes her slate against his head and screams at him in class. She then tells Diana “the iron has entered my soul: I shall never forgive him,” and proceeds to ignore him, compete with him, and refuse to speak to him. For years. Gibert has to grovel to get on her good side, many times. She is super sensitive and her emotions flare up immediately. “You hurt me EXCRUCIATINGLY,” she says. She means it. He DID.

Mr. Darcy insults Lizzie’s appearance (she is not handsome enough to tempt me into a dance – ie, she’s not that pretty) in Pride & Prejudice. ENFP Lizzie gapes at him, then promptly turns it into a joke. She never brings it up again. She’s mad, but more mad about what he does to Jane than his insult. She finally confronts him when he proposes, but not about that. No, it was not the insult that hit her; it was the impression she formed of his character, based on it. And when he writes her a letter that basically calls out her family for being loud, obnoxious, inappropriate trash, she is pissed but has enough high Te to realize: he has every right to feel that way about us, based on what he saw. Once she realizes WHY he thinks how he does, her anger cools. And her mind changes about him. The anger dissipates.

Did he hurt her? Sure. Deeply? Not so much.

Someone walked up to my INFP the other day and insulted her appearance. It hurt. A lot. She will probably never speak to him again.

A person insulted me to my face at dinner a few years ago. He basically implied the people I work with and the caliber of their work is poor, and I should do a better job selecting the material we work on together. (IE: Wow, you suck.) I bitch-slapped him good with a Te-snarl comeback and … promptly moved on. I was mildly annoyed by it, and it certainly colored our interactions from that point on, but I wasn’t hurt by it so much as annoyed. We stayed “friends.”

I can count the number of times people have actually hurt my feelings on one hand. My Te is strong.

How do I know this?

I’m one of the first people to come up with a rational, non-emotional “fix it” to problems. I often discount my own feelings or put them aside entirely, to get a job done. I remember one time, a friend PM’d me after I wrote a movie review and said, “But did you LIKE it?? You wrote an excellent review, but it was so non-emotional I don’t even know what YOU thought of it.” I criticized the poor elements and talked about the good ones, but there was none of “me” there.

I admit, I was a little more emotionally reactive as a child / young teeanger, but Fi still wasn’t running the show. Most Fi-dom children are very sensitive. When asked what I was like, various family members (without consulting one another) have laughed and said, “Your focus was on being a comedian. You wanted to make people laugh. But you were not especially emotional.”

I’m not. It’s true. Sometimes to my own determent.

- ENFP Mod

PS: If you get to the end of this certain you are an NFP, but you don’t know what you do in a situation in order to compare it to Lizzie or Anne’s emotional reactions, congrats: that’s shitastic inferior Si. You are an indecisive Ne-dom.

Never Say Never

Four times Lexa said she was never having kids and one time she didn’t.

A Quality Ingredients one shot during full chapter hiatus time.  Kids keep popping up in Lexa’s life to remind her of why she’s never wanted any.  Came from a prompt about kids.  Takes place in November.

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Paper-Thin Disguise — Eisuke Ichinomiya (Chapter 7)

Chapters 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7

Summary: Despite everything, kings were still human.

Genre:  Romance, Fluff

Pairing:  MC/Eisuke

a/n: HOLY SHIT I FINALLY FINISHED THIS SONOFABITCH AFTER SIX MONTHS;;; legit i had so much damn drafts for this chapter and i hated them all lmao. i thought i was never gonna finish this, and tbh, i was tempted to discontinue this fic because i could not think of what to write….but thanks to you guys for encouraging me :’’)))) I anyhow, I hope you all like this chapter! 

thank you so much to @2bedroom-baddestbidderlove @alolan-lillie for sharing their ideas with me!!! ILYSM

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              Through his wet bangs, he could survey the pandemonium he caused.

              The whole party was in complete disarray with the crowd directing their full, unadulterated attention at his display. From his peripheral vision, he could see the auction managers in the corner of the room, not even disguising their shock at his boldness. In front of him, the socialite was seething. Her nostrils were flared, and her fists were clenched so tightly that he thought her hands would bleed from the sharpness of her manicured nails.

              But unfortunately for them, none of that mattered right now. All he could see was red.

              Someone hurt ____. Someone hurt her because of him. If he wasn’t completely concerned with social protocol, blood would have spilled—and it definitely wouldn’t be his.

              “How dare you, Eisuke Ichinomiya!” she screamed. “Don’t think that I’ll ever do business with you again in this lifetime!”

              “Good. I don’t need connections with a bitch who doesn’t know her place. Now get out of my sight before I call security.”

              Get out before I do something you’ll regret.

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So this is a light little Sterek drabble I’d ALMOST finished ages ago and then forgotten about until tonight, in which Derek and Stiles are neighbors.

Word count: a little under 2k

EDIT: just posted this to AO3 as well.

Laura tells him it’s cowardly and unromantic to confess feelings over text, but too bad. Derek can’t think of anything more terrifying than showing up on Stiles’ doorstep (conveniently, the apartment right below Derek’s) to tell him to his face. And Derek wants to know, okay? Has to know. He needs closure. He can’t keep second-guessing every microsecond of every interaction with Stiles, trying to guess how he’s feeling, and he can’t keep hoping like this. He’ll go insane. Stiles has been his neighbor/friend/hopeless crush for almost six months already, and Derek definitely can’t take another six.

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Part 2 of Flame

Well here it is!!! You guys really loved my first part so much, I just couldn’t leave y’all hanging!! So… I’m so happy to say that “Flame” is gonna be a series!!

It will officially kick off at last year’s SummerSlam and will conclude after Survivor Series with an epilogue at WrestleMania 33. Now since this is my story and since I’m a avid WWE fan, don’t be surprised if you see some changes or additions in certain WWE superstars storylines.   

Once again if you missed part one, feel free to read it right here!! Also, check out my “Meet Maya Grey” post right here!

A/N: They said she would never wrestle again after her injury. They wanted her to retire for the sake of her health. 18 months later, she’s backstage at Battleground, patiently waiting to shock her friends and the WWE Universe!

10… 9… 8… 7… 6…

[Maya’s outfit for Battleground]


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Flashback to Battleground:

 

5…

 

“Are you nervous cariña?” Evangeline, her grandmother, softly asked, watching as her granddaughter finish getting ready in one of the many WWE equipment RV’s they were currently hiding in.

It was the night of Battleground; the final pay-per-view before the brand split and The Draft were put into full effect. It was the night that The Wyatt Family would compete together for what was possibly the last time. The night that The Club planned to “BEAT UP JOHN CENA”. It was the night that her former brothers from The Shield were competing in a triple threat match for the WWE World Heavyweight Championship.

But most importantly, after rehabbing a spinal injury for nearly 18 months, it was the night that 3 time former Divas Champion Maya Grey would be making her comeback!!

Nobody knew she was here tonight… not even her closest friends! Not even Roman and Dean, and she had just talked to them on the phone, wishing them good luck in their match tonight!!

As they waited, they were able to watch what was happening from a monitor they had left inside for them. So far, four of the eight scheduled matches had already taken place and she wasn’t scheduled to come out until the 7th match… The Women’s Championship match.

A few weeks before Battleground, Maya met with Triple H and Vince McMahon to discuss her return. Even though she wasn’t drafted to RAW or Smackdown, creative was putting her on RAW and into a storyline with the current Women’s Champion Charlotte Flair.  

The layout of what she was to do was pretty simple; after the match ended, Maya’s music would hit and instead of coming down the ramp, she would enter the ring from the crowd and blitz attack Charlotte from behind. Once back on her feet, she would hit her with a spear, take ahold of the title, and raise it above her to symbolize her return and officially kickoff their title storyline.

Both women were already aware of what was going to happen, but had no idea as to whom the person would be. Maya was a respected and well-liked individual in the locker room and this was creative’s idea to not just shock the fans, but everyone else as well.


Before she could answer, her grandfather Mateo quickly jumps up from his seat and wraps one arm around her waist, pulling her close to his side.  

“Of course not!” he exclaims. “My babygirl es luchadora! She’s not afraid of anything! Besides, this is what she’s been busting her ass at the Performance Center the last 18 months for!”

“That don’t mean she can’t be nervous Mateo!” Evangeline fussed, rolling her eyes at her husband of over 35 years. “No ha estado en el anillo durante casi dos años…”

“I’m not an idiot Eva, I know how long it’s been. Stop worrying so much! That’s why your hair is so gray; it’s because you worry too damn much!”

“No, my hair is gray because of you cabrón!” she glared at him. “And excuse me for caring about my granddaughter and her well-being…”      

Maya watched as her grandparents continue to bicker, giggling whenever she would her abuela cuss in Spanish at him. This wasn’t anything new for her to witness. They would bicker at one another, toss out a few swears, but then they would kiss and laugh it off.

She was extremely grateful that they could be here tonight for her comeback, even more so for everything they had done for her the past 18 months. They were the only ones in her family that supported her career and weren’t afraid to show it.

When she wrestled in the Indies as Magenta Riff… they were there.

When she made her debut in the WWE as the fourth member of The Shield… they were in the front row, cheering the loudest out of everyone.

How about when The Shield took all the gold at Extreme Rules and Maya became the youngest woman to ever hold the Divas Champion?

Or when she beat AJ Lee and the entire Divas locker room at WrestleMania 30 to become a 3 time champ?

What about when she beat AJ Lee’s record as the longest reigning champion?

Yep, you guessed it. Nearly six years in the WWE and Mateo and Evangeline had never missed a single match Maya had been in.  

So when she suffered that terrifying spinal injury, they immediately dropped everything and rushed to her side. They were with her during both surgeries, went to every doctor’s appointment and rehab sessions… they even packed up their home in San Antonio and relocated to Orlando, just to be closer to her.

She was about to cut them off when the sound of the RV door swinging open startled them all. When Road Dogg stepped into the RV, they each breathed a sigh of relief.

“Maya… it’s time sweetie.”

Saying nothing, she nodded her head to him and hugged her grandparents tightly. Mateo kissed the top of her forehead and whispered “Tienes esto, mi hermoso girasol” softly in her ear. Maya tells them she loves them and walks out with Road Dogg, following him inside The Verizon Center.


4…  

 

A mixture of cheers and boos filled the arena as Charlotte’s music hit. Maya pulled the hood of her black hoodie further over her head to avoid being noticed as she followed security down a dark corridor of the arena. Her grandparents were escorted backstage, waiting with her “surrogate parents” Stephanie and Triple H when she’d come backstage.

As they continued on, she could hear the crowd grow louder as the bell rang and JoJo began the introduction.

“The following contest is scheduled for one fall… and it is for THE WWE WOMEN’S CHAMPIONSHIP!! Introducing first, the challenger. From Boston, Massachusetts… SASHA BANKS!!”

The roar of the crowd made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up and her skin break out in goosebumps. Both her breakfast and lunch were threatening to crawl up into her throat and her heart was beating so fast, she worried it would burst through her chest…

“And her opponent; from the Queen City… she is the WWE Women’s Champion… CHARLOTTE!!”

AND SHE LOVED IT.

She missed this feeling; that rush she would get before every match when her music would hit and the crowd would start up. She missed walking down the ramp during her entrance and high fiving the fans. She missed hearing The WWE Universe reacting to her flying through the ropes or when she had her opponent in her submission hold and 50,000 plus fans screaming and chanting for her opponent to tap out. This was a feeling that she feared she would never feel again.

She still remembered the night she got hurt. She remembered Nikki breaking kayfabe by stopping the match once she realized something was wrong. She remembered Roman and Dean rushing from backstage to her side, how they stayed with her the entire night and wouldn’t leave the hospital until Evangeline literally forced them out.

“Go get some rest boys.” she whispered to them as she ‘pushed’ them out of her room. “I promise if we hear anything, we will call you. In the meantime, go home, get some food, and go see your families.”

But most of all, she remembered the helplessness she felt as she laid in that hospital bed, listening to the doctor’s explaining her prognosis.  

A spinal fracture with a total of five dislocated/fractured discs, an injury that too many was a career-ending injury and had less than a 54% chance of her ever returning to the ring. She had spoken with Vince and Stephanie on numerous occasions about alternates for her, just as a backup in case the worse was to happen. Topics of following in the footsteps of Corey Graves and become a commentator were thrown around as well as being a trainer for the women down at NXT.

But Maya was stubborn. She refused to accept that at just 23, she would have to retire from in-ring action. She promised Vince that she would beat this and come back 100% stronger and would be a champion once again.

It took two surgeries, 18 months, and countless specialists before she could be cleared by the WWE to be able to train again. By that time so much had changed within the company. There were new faces jumping to the main roster, as well as old ones returning, there was a “revolution” happening in the Women’s Division showing that the women are just as good, if not better, than the men, and both AJ Lee and Daniel Bryan, two people that Maya trained under and considered as family, had sadly retired.


It started to get closer and closer to her big moment and Maya’s nerves were going berserk. Leaning against a wall, she let her mind wonder. She thought about the past two years; about how no one imagined she’d be back after her injury, how depressed she became when the Divas/Women’s Revolution happened and she wasn’t a part of it… then she began to worry that this was all too soon, that she wasn’t 100% healed. But above all else, what she feared the most was that they wouldn’t remember her or even care that she was back.

Although she had some of the best fans in the universe, WWE fans aren’t always the nicest group of people and can turn on a Superstar faster than a speeding bullet. 18 months is a very long time to be away, injured or not. What if they wouldn’t react the way everyone was expecting they would?

Before she could think about it any further, she hears the bell ring and Charlotte’s music hit.

“HERE IS YOUR WINNER… AND STILL YOUR RAW WOMEN’S CHAMPION… CHARLOTTE!!”

In a matter of seconds, the arena doors swung open and she was ushered in, security boxing themselves around her. Through a tiny gap between the large men, she could see that Sasha had already out of the ring and was heading back up the ramp. Charlotte then stood in the center of the ring with the title raised above her head, milking the moment for as long as she could.

Just as Charlotte went to leave the ring, Maya’s music hit and the crowd went nuts! She watched as Charlotte cautiously move back to the center of the ring and begin looking around the arena. She couldn’t quite see her face, but something told her that Charlotte was NOT expecting this.

“WHAT?!?!” she heard Corey Graves screech through his headset.

“OH MY GOD!!!” Michael Cole gasped. “YOU GOTTA BE KIDDING ME!!”

“NO WAY… IS SHE HERE?!?!” Byron exclaimed. “IS SHE REALLY HERE?!?!”

Everyone began to search around the arena, ironically looking up at the top of all the arena stairwells, wondering where she is or if she was even here.

Breathe… Maya silently told herself. Just breathe…  


3…

The Verizon Center erupted with a mixture of gasps, cheers, and “Holy Shit” and “Maya” chants. They were so loud you could almost feel the building begin to shake! Backstage, nearly every superstar and crew member watched in pure disbelief over what they had just witnessed.  

Her music hit once again and Maya stood over a motionless Charlotte, raising the title high above her head. She desperately tried to hold back the tears of joy threatening to fall as she basked in the moment.

“This arena is shaking right now! The WWE Universe can’t believe what is happening!” Byron exclaims eagerly. “Hell, I can’t believe what’s happening right now!!”

“It’s been 18 months since this young lady has stepped foot in a ring!” Cole adds, “The last time we saw Maya in action was back in early 2015 before WrestleMania 31!”

“Well Cole, the entire women’s division just got put on notice!! Maya Grey is back and we know exactly what she is going after first.” Corey states as Maya drapes the title over Charlotte and leaves the ring, a smug yet confident smile plastered across her face.    


Meanwhile in catering where they patiently were waiting for their triple threat match, Roman Reigns, Dean Ambrose, and Seth Rollins stared at the monitor’s in pure and utter shock.

“Holy shit…” Seth gasps,  

Dean started bouncing up and down in his chair, the look of pure excitement stretched across his face. Roman folded his arms across his large chest, a proud, brotherly look emerging as Maya exited the ring and slowly made her way back up the ramp. The two men share a similar look at one another and as if they were thinking the exact same thing, sprang from their chairs and sprinted down to the gorilla.

Seth, on the other hand, stayed seated, still trying to process what he saw. His mouth was opened slightly and his dark brown eyes went wide. The palms of his hand began to sweat and he swore he felt his heart skip a beat. He couldn’t believe it; this was right there in front of him and he still couldn’t believe it!

“She’s back.”


 

2…

Maya’s POV:

The crowd was still chanting my name by the time I walked through the curtain. The second I was backstage, the crew and a few of the superstars were waiting for me, cheering and clapping for me. In an instant, my emotions hit me hard. I saw my grandparents and immediately fall into their waiting arms, crying tears of joy as they hold me close.

“¡Estoy tan orgullosa de usted amor!” I hear my abuelo whisper against my head. “I knew you could do it.”

I hug Stephanie and Hunter next, they each telling me how proud they are. One by one I go down the line, hugging crew members and my friends that had gathered around to see me. One by one, the likes of Sami Zayn, Big E and Xavier Woods, Cesaro, The Miz and his wife Maryse, AJ Styles, and finally my two closest friends Sasha Banks and Renee Young all came up to me, hugging or shaking my hand, welcoming me back.

As I was engulfed in a conversation with one of the crew members, Roman came up behind me, spun me around, and lifted me into his arms for a huge bear hug. I giggled as the near 6 foot 3 Samoan teddy bear swung my tiny 5 foot 3 frame around like I weighed nothing at all. I wasn’t even fully on the ground yet before I was swept off my feet again, this time by Dean.

I’m not gonna lie: I missed these two goofballs just as much as they had missed me. I missed traveling with them, the late-night diner dinners after all our pay-per-views, Dean’s terrible car karaoke at 2am, tagging with them in mixed matches… I just missed being around them 24/7.  

“Babygirl! Why didn’t you tell us you were coming back?!?” Roman asked once Dean put me back down.

“Yea man, what the hell?” Dean teased, his hands still wrapped around me. “We literally just talked to you! You couldn’t have mentioned that you were returning tonight?!?”

“Well-” I start to say but I was cut off by more of their questions.

“Wait, so did this mean that you’re going after the Women’s title?”

“Does this mean you’re on RAW with me?”

“Aww man you’re not going to Smackdown?!?”

Everyone around us laughed as they continued throwing their questions at me. I couldn’t help but smile though. I knew that they were just as excited as I was to be back. Other than my grandparents, Roman and Dean were two of the biggest supporters in my corner. Whether they were on the road or at their homes… while I was recovering they called, text, facetimed me; they made it a goal to check on me every single day that I was gone. They weren’t just my co-workers, they were my brothers.

I was about to finally answer one of their questions, when…

“Amaya?”

My eyes grew wide and I felt my body stiffen upon hearing his voice. Roman and Dean shared a look that seemed to say, “Oh Shit”.  It felt as if all the air had suddenly disappeared from the already small room as the crowd me looked at one another awkwardly. I had known that there would be a big possibility of running into him tonight, but I had honestly hoped that I could avoid him.

Maybe it’s not him. I thought. Let it be AJ. Or Sami… Jericho… hell I’ll even take Paul Heyman! Just please oh please don’t let it be him…

I slowly turned around and sure enough, there he stood. The man I use to call a friend. The man I use to love. The man who broke my heart.

Seth.

Freakin’.

Rollins.

Almost in an instant, all those feelings washed over me like a tidal wave. I was angry, hurt, broken, angry, disappointed, stupid… did I mention angry? The image of him and her together burned a hole in my brain as I slowly walked up to him, stopping mere inches away from his chest.

“H-hi.” his voice quivering as he spoke. A small smile nervously crept onto his lips before quickly disappearing.

I wanted to slap him. I wanted to punch him in his stupid face or knee him in the balls. I wanted to hurt him.

“Fuck you.”

My shoulder hit his hard as I walked past him, refusing to look back at him. Tonight was about me and my comeback and I wasn’t gonna let him spoil it.

 

1…

(HERE WE GO!!!!)

The Hills - Chapter Three

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I am absolutely blown away by the love this story is receiving. Reading your sweet comments seriously gives me life, I love hearing your thoughts! I hope you’ll enjoy this new chapter. ❤

WC: 3278

Warnings: strong language, champagne, a whole lotta angst, nsfw.

Chapter Three: All I Know

After what felt like five hours of being stuck in traffic, I finally made it to my workplace. I entered the building and took the elevator to my office’s floor. I smoothed the front of the grey sheath dress I was wearing as the numbers on the control panel went all the way up to eleven.

I had been in such a rush to get ready I hadn’t even had the chance to check out the published article. I was terrified to find out how much Mariela had changed and I was ever more terrified to see Negan’s reaction to it. I had promised him I was going to be as nice as possible, and I hoped my boss hadn’t been too harsh on him.

“There she is,” Mariela announced as soon as I stepped out of the elevator. “The woman of the hour!”

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The Speech- Mitch Marner- Brother Sister Imagine

Originally posted by breakmystrings

So I watched this video of this funny speech and I couldn’t stop laughing and it gave me this idea and i thought Mitch would be prefect this! I don’t know why but I love writing brother sister or father daughter imagine I don’t know why but I do! So enjoy


Y/N sat beside her now husband Joey her maid of honor was to her right followed by her bridesmaids Joey best man to his left and some more of his friends. Everyone was having a great time and Y/N couldn’t have been happier with her husband. He gave her a kiss just as there was a light tapping of a glass. Wherever one looked over to the sound there stood Y/N little brother. Mitch Marner had a microphone in hand his suit jacket was off and he sent his older sister a smile.

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we are all fools in love

A/N: Jumping on the textfic bandwagon. This was so much fun to write, I completely understand the obsession now. Title from pride and prejudice (the book)

James Potter to Lily Evans: do u think my english lit paper could just be a review of the kira knightly pride and prejudice movie

Lily Evans: james it is 3am

James Potter: yes it is

Lily Evans: pls go to sleep

James Potter: cant this is too important 

Lily Evans: im not even in english lit ask remus

James Potter: hes asleep lily obvs it is 3am

Lily Evans: wow what a novel concept 

James Potter: but actually have you seen the kira knightly p&p its so good

Lily Evans: ofc i have ive been in love with mr darcy since i was 10 

James Potter: lily evans! how could you?!! in love with another man?!!! i am heartbroken!

Lily Evans: i am going to sleep now

James Potter: wait i actually need to know do u think i can write my paper on that

James Potter: lily? 

James Potter: lily im not kidding

Lily Evans has left the conversation. 


Sirius Black to Lily Evans: can u pls make ur boyfriend shut up abt pride and prejudice

Lily Evans: sorry i think hes ur boyfriend in this situation

Lily Evans: that reminds me can you make ur boyfriend shut up about pride and prejudice

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Welcome to Heathrow Airport, II

[PART ONE]

Words: 1225

Author’s Note: A few anons asked for part two, so here it is! (Even though it’s been months. Oops?) Let me know if you want a part 3 or have any other requests!

Warnings: there are a few curse words and it’s kind of long, but that’s it? haha


”Well, hello, stranger,” Lin was walking down the aisle with his carry-on in hand. You had already been on the plane for a few minutes, somehow being one of the first boarding groups.

This was one of those obnoxiously large planes that had too many rows and carried too many people. And you had an aisle seat. Naturally.

“Wasn’t expecting you to be riding back here with us plebeians,” you responded, giving a bit of a laugh as he stops a row ahead of you and places his bag in the overhead compartment.

Glancing back at his ticket and then to the numbers overhead, he points to the window seat one down from you, “That’s me, actually.” Smiling, you stood to let him into the row, and you kept talking, pausing briefly every time someone would pause by your row, silently praying it wasn’t the guy in B. But takeoff was getting closer and closer and seat B remained empty, so you continued conversing with Lin.

Eventually, you were in the air and the guy from B never showed up or the ticket had never sold. Whatever the reason, you were thankful.

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Hiya lovely Richonners! We have another wonderful and insightful interview with a talented Richonne fanfiction writer.  Please take some time to get to know @richonnelandfill!

Richonnefics (RF): Hi richonnelandfill.  Thanks so much for taking some time to interview with us.  Are there any websites or resources that have been helpful to you as a writer?

Richonnelandfill (RLF): I always try to challenge myself to stretch my vocabulary so I faithfully keep a tab with Thesaurus.com open. I’m still new to writing so I love using other authors as resources. I remember trying to learn how to transition from scene to scene within a story and I was reading a fanfic at the time. I was like ‘oh, okay this person did it effortlessly. Let me study how they used transitions throughout their work.’ We have some very talented writers in this fandom, so they are great models for writing. I also have a wonderful beta, @yourwonderingwoman who is phenomenal.

RF: What is something memorable you have heard from your readers?

RLF: I completely loved when someone told me that I made them like a character in my story that they hated on the show. That’s a big deal.

RF: That is a great compliment because there are so many unlikable characters on the show.  LOL! How do you brainstorm your story ideas?

RLF: I think most of my story ideas come from meta discussion honestly. I don’t know why but I’m obsessed with the holes that we don’t see in the show so I love hypothesizing the details of those unseen events.

RF: That’s an interesting method to use for brainstorming.  What is your favorite place for thinking?

RLF: So there’s probably a permanent butt print on my couch because I sit there to brainstorm, draft, and type all my stories. It’s pretty unhealthy how long I will sit there and work on stories.

RF: What was your first fanfiction and how have you grown since then?

RLF: My first fanfic was Be Safe. First off, that story took me three months to write and I wrote the whole thing word for word on paper, so it was like 10 pages that I had to type into a document. I’ve since learned the art of outlining. I also think my imagery has gotten better. I’m still working on developing plot; that is my Achilles heel so I’m challenging myself to write more multi-chapter fics.

RF: The more you write, the more you learn about yourself and the art I think.  What are some ways in which you promote your work?

RLF: I love posting on Tumblr. I always post a gif that coincides with my emotion about the work I’m posting.

RF: What do you think makes your stories stand out from the crowd?

RLF: Interesting that you ask this. I am as much a fan of Richonne fanfiction as I am a writer, so I am constantly reading stories. I think every last one of my fanfics, has been influenced by another story by another author. So there’s a sort of six degrees of separation thing going on lol. I think what makes my stories stand out is the fact that I take Richonne meta and try to keep it as close to canon as possible. For ex: In the show Rick has yet to say ‘I love you’, so for all my stories set in season 7 or earlier I haven’t had him say it yet. I like hanging onto realism, although I love reading all genres. (Realism in a ZA, laughable right?)

RF: I personally love fics that keep the characters “in character” so to speak.  As a reader and lover of the ship I appreciate that very much.  How long have you been writing?

RLF: It’s been a little over a year.

RF: And many more to come, I’m sure.  How do you find or make time to write?

RLF: This is the hard part. When I first started I was still in school, so free-time was pretty common. Now that I work I’m usually up late at night typing or random early mornings. I have this thing I call “mad scientist hours” which is when I randomly wake up around 4:30 am and I have the most productive writing spurts, whether it be drafting or typing.

RF: Now for the fun, semi-related question.  What would be the first thing you did if a ZA were to occur?

RLF: If a ZA were to happen I’m pulling a Beth. Let me watch the kids. I’m not trying to risk my life going on runs and what not let me just hold the baby lol. That’s how I’ll earn my keep.

RF: Haha! I appreciate a self aware woman. Well, thank you so much for your time. You can find richonnelandfill’s fanfiction on fanfiction.net HERE! And if you’re not following her on Tumblr you should, to make sure your getting all the updates for her Richonne fanfiction.

Come To Me

Genre: Fluff

Pairing: Jin x Reader

Word Count: 1062

Summary: You miss Jin, Jin surprises you.

A/N: Hello! This is the first of a series of drabbles based on my screenshots from the “Spring Day” MV. These stories may or may not have anything to do with the MV itself, it just depends on what each specific screenshot made me feel/think of. Each member will get at least one! I will eventually do more MVs and groups :)


“Y/n…”

His voice dances around softly through your mind like a leaf on the wind. “Y/n…” A little louder. You can almost see the smile on his wonderfully plump lips. “Y/n!” Louder and louder… Happiness is radiating off of him. “Y/n! Y/N!” Wait… he sounds so close? 

“Y/N!”

Your eyes flutter open as his words become loud enough to disrupt your dream. However, you are met with a silence that so greatly contrasts the noise in your slumber. You sigh dejectedly as you eye the empty space on the fluffy white comforter to your right. Lazily, you slide your hand up to where his chest would be, rubbing circles into the soft material. As lovely as it feels, your fingers are itching to caress his skin instead.

Jin has been gone for three months now. Every night, you’d wrap yourself up in the sound of your name falling delicately from his lips through the foggy connection of the phone. With a few I miss you’s and I love you’s, you’d be out like a light. Last night, he couldn’t take your call. He wouldn’t tell you why- and you were left to imagine him calling your name in your dreams. With another sigh, you close your eyes and shift your head back to a comfortable position. You miss him so much and the sadness weighs on your heart like an anvil. A few more hours of sleep to numb the pain sounds like the only solution. You’re about to drift off, until-

“Y/N!”

You shoot up from the bed. That was way too loud to be a dream.

“Y/N! I know you hear me!”

“Jin?” You mumble, scanning the room like a hawk. Was this some kind of prank?

“Y/n! My love!” He’s…. here?

“JIN?!” You immediately fling yourself off of the bed and sprint through your apartment to the front door. Heart racing, you squish your face against it to look through the peep-hole. Nothing. Nobody.

With a slight melody in his tone, you hear him call again, “Y/nnnnnn, jagiiiiiiii…”

“Jin?” You shout, opening the door and instantly shivering at the draft of your apartment building’s stairwell. “Where are you?” You glance around your floor and step to the ledge in the middle that looks down on the lower six floors. You almost lose your balance and lean too far over the railing upon seeing him. “JIN!”

“Ah, finally! I thought you’d never come out!” He laughed loudly and outstretched his arms up to you as if asking you to jump into them. He stands proudly in the center of the first floor. “Come to me!

“Are you crazy?!” You laugh with him and run your fingers through your hair in disbelief. “You should be coming up to me!” you shout down to him, bouncing down the first few steps, too enlivened to care about putting on your slippers or any clothing other than Jin’s oversized blue t-shirt. You shift your gaze from your flying feet to your boyfriend who is starting his own path up lowest stairs. After almost tripping upon leaning over the railing again to see him, you stop and catch your breath. “Jin, I-”

“Don’t stop now, jagi!” He beams up at you as he runs, laughing even more.

“Kim Seokjin, I swear to God-”

“Come on, come to me!”

His long legs bound up the stairs, two at a time now, easily clearing another flight. Your legs start to burn as you continue, but you don’t care. You’re both so close… two, maybe one more flight until…

SMACK!

“Oof! Y/n?” Jin laughs breathlessly as his back hits the wall and you land in his arms. You weren’t looking at him as you rushed down those last two flights, determined to be in your boyfriend’s embrace once again. You lost your momentum on the last few steps of the third floor and flew straight into Jin, the both of you stumbling into the wall of the stairs together. As you regain your balance and your adrenaline rush subsides, you look up to see your handsome lover smiling at you, face slightly flushed from the brisk run. You feel his arms gently constrict around your waist. You had almost forgotten how warm and secure they felt… “Hey Y/n,” he says softly, drawing you closer to him until your fluttering heartbeats are practically talking to each other.

You waste no time gripping the front of his shirt with both hands and pulling him down for a frenzied kiss. Finally, after three long and despairing months, your beloved Seokjin has returned to you. The aching cold in your chest is soon replaced with the blooming warmth that only your boyfriend can give to you. You pull away with a breathy laugh, and gaze up at him with watery eyes. “Jin,” you sigh happily and tilt your head as you drink in his appearance.

Neither of you speak for a moment; you both simply enjoy the silence and each other’s presences. Your eyes flit around his facial features as your love for him practically overflows- that is, until you remember last night. “Why didn’t you call me last night?” You playfully smack his arm and half-scowl at him.

He chuckles and leans his head back against the wall before looking back at you fondly. “I was about to get on the plane to come back to you early. I wanted to surprise you.” You soften your gaze at his words and place a light peck on his lips.

“Well, it worked. You freaked me out this morning, yelling like that! I’m surprised our neighbors haven’t come out complaining.” You laugh lightly and lace your fingers with his, swinging them in the small space between you. He looks down at them and grins until he notices your slipper-less feet.

“Jagi, you’ll catch a cold! Here, hop on.” He leans down a bit in front of you, motioning to his back. You hesitantly climb onto him and cling to him like a koala.

“You’re gonna carry me up four flights of stairs?” You mutter in his ear as he stands up straight and shifts your weight, securing his arms around your bare legs.

“You came all the way down here to me barefoot,” he jests, looking back at you and planting a sloppy kiss on your cheek. “I think I can take you back up.”


Hey, yall! New GOT7/BTS writer here! I used to write for many fandoms, but most recently, Kpop has swooped in and stolen my heartu. I’m just now getting into writing again after a few years haitus and I thought this would be a great way for me to stretch my muscles and get back into the groove. This is my first of many writings to come. These boys are fantastic muses after all, so I’ll be plenty busy! :)))))

Life Doesn’t Always Turn Out the Way You Plan

I was trying to post this on AO3, because it’s going to be a multi-parter. But AO3 is being grouchy tonight. So the first part will go up here, and get put up over there when the database starts behaving itself again. Then the rest of the chapters will go up over there too.

“While You Were Sleeping” is one of my all-time favorite movies ever. It just doesn’t feel like Christmas unless I’ve watched it at least once. And because I love it so much, I won’t be able to resist slipping verbatim quotes in here and there. So, watch out for those. Also, I know this is a Valentine’s challenge, but this movie is so wrapped up with Christmas for me that I had to set it then.

I’ll be honest - after this chapter, the rest of this so far is pretty much an outline interspersed with scene scraps. I’m hoping to post at least twice a week, but the schedule may be, ummmm, flexible. I’ll still try to get it all done in the month deadline.

That said, enjoy!

Life Doesn’t Always Turn Out the Way You Plan

My dad used to say something to me all the time when I was growing up. He would get this distant look in his eyes and he would tell me, “Iris, baby, life doesn’t always turn out the way you plan.”

l just wish I’d realized at the time he was talking about my life.

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Tagging @scandalmuss and @iblamejackzimmermannsass

Also on A03!

It’s after kissing Bitty for ten minutes straight under the popping and sizzles of color in the clear Georgia sky that Jack realizes that he has to say something.

The thing is, he doesn’t want to. He’s perfectly content in lying down on the layers of a Bittle family quilt and two sets of pillows, feet propped up on the hood of the truck. The last of the fireworks spit and sputter, like falling stars, and Jack imagines the guests still clustered outside the Bittle’s house applauding, then murmuring their goodbyes. His parents will be expecting us home soon, Jack realizes, wondering how long they can stay out in the blue pickup truck until someone came looking for them. Bitty hadn’t dared to simply drive off with his father’s car, but had received the keys with a gruff, “Take care of her,” after he’d asked to borrow it to show Jack around town.

Instead of a tour, Bitty had driven to an empty field, then pulled out a picnic basket filled with two bottles of his grandmother’s homemade root beer and two mini apple pies from the blanket-padded trunk trunk. “Happy Fourth,” he’d said, with a shy smile, and Jack kissed him for the second time. They’d only broken apart with the loud boom of the first firework, and only briefly stopped to eat the pies and drink the still-cool root beer. For the longest time, they simply just watched the fireworks burst in reds and blues and whites and all sorts of colors, not saying a word.

Bitty’s head is now on his chest, arms wrapped around him. If this was Canada, Jack would have draped his jacket over him, but Georgia’s hotter than any place he’s been in his life. 

The whole time, Jack had wished for an ice rink.

Bitty had only laughed. “It’s only going to get worse from here on out. Why do you think we’re going to the lake today?”

The afternoon had been pleasant, if a bit crowded and loud. The Bittles had invited all their friends and family, potato salad and burgers as far as the eye could see. Jack had talked to someone who’d fought in World War Two and another whose mother had been a nurse there, too, before someone in the Bittle clan roped him into the annual football game. Bitty’d only played a little, immediately leaving to chat with his grandparents after a particularly nasty tackle that left both of his knees skinned, though Jack suspected it was from the chirping that had been going on all day: at least you’re in a real sport now, eh, Eric? and you do look a bit less girly now that you’ve beefed up some. Jack had opted out of the next round, and he’d joined Bitty and the younger cousins in the lake, splashing each other and trying to skip stones before toweling off to drive back to the house for dinner and fireworks. 

Their skin and clothes still sort of smell like lake water and ketchup and dust, which isn’t exactly pleasant, and there’s dirt and small pebbles in between his toes and in his socks. His muscles still ache from practice three days earlier, and he has a six AM flight back to Providence in the morning, where he’s going to spend all day and evening in conditioning, PR training with Georgia, and brief on the ice practice with the team.

Here with Bitty, though, it doesn’t seem to matter.

But Jack still needs to tell him.

“Bits,” he whispers, then gently shakes his shoulder. “Hey, wake up.”

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A World Without You (English) Ch. 10

Summary: One day, you woke up in a world without Bangtan Sonyeondan.
Note: HAPPY 4TH ANNIVERSARY, BANGTAN!💕💕💕 Consider this update as a gift, hahaha~ By the way, I don’t know if people think Caramel Macchiato is sweet, but for me it’s incredibly bitter and I felt that Bangtan was lying to me when they said it was sweet lol

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“(Y/n), are you sure you’re okay? You’ve been acting weird for, what, almost 2 weeks?”

(Y/n) didn’t answer and kept sipping her Caramel Macchiato while looking outside.

(F/n) huffed. “Besides since when did you like Caramel Macchiato? You said it was too bitter for your liking.”

Yes, (y/n) thought that Starbuck’s Caramel Macchiato was so bitter. She wanted to try it because of BTS’ song, Coffee, that stated ‘you’re Caramel Macchiato, your scent is still sweet on my lips’. When she tasted how bitter it actually was she would always joke about how Bangtan lied to her about said beverage. In fact, the only reason she was drinking it right now was to remind herself of Bangtan. Sometimes she would also order Cafe Latte and Americano because both also appeared in the song.

Wait…

Bangtan didn’t exist in this world, right? How could she dislike Caramel Macchiato here as well? She tried the bitter drink because of Bangtan!

(Y/n) glanced at her friend, “Why didn’t I like Caramel Macchiato?”

(F/n) frowned, “I told you that you said it was too bitter. Seriously, (y/n), you’re acting weird and you’re forgetting so many things. Are you sure you don’t want to go to the hospital? There might be something wrong with the nerves on your brain, we’d never know.”

(Y/n) shook her head. “I’m fine, honestly. But why did I try this Caramel Macchiato? I don’t like trying new drinks and always buy-”

“Green Tea Cream Frappucino, I know. Until two weeks ago, that is. You started buying Caramel Macchiato, Cafe Latte, and even Americano. You don’t even like coffee! Why are you like this?” (F/n) sighed. “You said that you wanted to try it because you heard a song in your dream about Caramel Macchiato.”

“Dream?”

“Mhm. If I’m not mistaken you said something like ’you’re Caramel Macchiato, your scent is still sweet on my lips’, that’s why you wanted to try it. But once you did you were upset about it, weren’t you? You said you were being lied to.”

When (f/n) lifted her gaze from the panini on the table, she saw (y/n) gaping like a fish with wide eyes.

“Hey! (Y/n)! Close your mouth! You want a fly to get in there or something?”

(Y/n) snapped out and blinked a few times. “I… I dreamt of a song?”

(F/n) looked at her weirdly, but nodded nonetheless. “You sang it as well. You said you didn’t know the language, but you knew what it meant. Weird, isn’t it?”

Absentmindedly, (y/n) started singing softly, “Baby, baby geudaeneun, Caramel Macchiato, yeojeonhi nae ipgaen, geudae hyanggi dalkomhae, baby, baby, tonight…

“Ah!” (f/n) yelped. “Yeah! Just like that! How could you remember a song from a dream months ago?! I think it’s been more than a year, even!”

(Y/n) ignored her friend who was surprised, deep in thoughts. ‘Dream? I find one Bangtan song in a dream?

“Excuse me…”

Both of them glanced at a young woman standing beside their table. “Ah, is there anything we can help you with?”

That woman smiled at (y/n), “That song you sang is Coffee, isn’t it?”

(Y/n)’s eyes widened and she stood up abruptly, “Y-You know that song?!” There was someone else who remembered? She wasn’t alone?

The young woman giggled. “There aren’t that many people who remember, but yes, I do. You’re an old fan of Ou too, huh?”

“Ou?” (F/n) frowned.

“Yes, Ou! Written with this hanja.” She took out her phone and showed them her lockscreen, 鴎 hanja on top of a photo of-

“J-Jeon Jungkook?”

She giggled again, “Ah, I knew it! You really are an old fan like me, aren’t you? Coffee is one of his earliest drafts long before debut after all, and he never published it!”

Ou? From what she knew, Ou in Japanese meant King, but the kanji wasn’t like that. That hanja was so similar to hanzi and kanji of bird or crow, 烏.

Bird? The only bird associated with Jungkook would be…

“Seagull?”

“Yes! Ou, or seagull. But I do understand why Jungkook would pick hanja over hangul, 갈매기 (galmaegi) doesn’t really sound like a stage name.” She smiled. “Ah, look at the time! I must go-”

“Um, may I know your name? I don’t meet old fans often.” (y/n) asked. Who knows, maybe she’d need her help. “I’m (y/n).”

“I’m Clara! Ooh, you know what? Maybe we can talk more as fans of Ou! Here’s my Kakao Talk ID.” Clara opened her Katalk and showed it to (y/n). “Until then, (y/n)!”

“Psst, (y/n)! Who’s Ou?”

Ah, (y/n) almost forgot that (f/n) was sitting in front of her.

“You said you knew the song from a dream!”

“That’s true, but maybe I heard it once and it showed up in my dream?”

“Then why did you said you’re an old fan?”

“I want to know more about Ou.” She answered honestly. Yes, she wanted to know more. But not really about Ou per se, she wanted to know more about Jeon Jungkook in that world.

Once they separated and went home, (y/n) tried searching for each members’ name on Google. She started from two members who were most likely to be working in entertainment, Namjoon and Yoongi. Strangely enough, she couldn’t find any articles about them. Hoseok and Jimin who had chances to become dancers were nowhere to be found as well. Let alone Taehyung who wanted to be a farmer.

Until she searched for Kim Seokjin.

There were a bunch of articles about the visual. “Oscar and Grammy?” She muttered. “Jin’s really successful, huh? Hm? SM? Ah, he was casted by SM before BigHit.”

Afterwards, she tried looking for Jungkook’s article.

Jeon Jungkook (Hangul: 전정국; born September 1st,1997), better known as 鴎 (read: Ou, lit. seagull), is a South Korean soloist from JYP Entertainment. Jungkook made his debut at age 15, on June 13, 2013 on Mnet’s M! Countdown with the track ‘Begin’ from his debut album, 형제 (read: hyungje, lit. brothers.)

(Y/n) frowned, “The debut date is the same as BTS… His first song is Begin from Hyungje? Begin is a song about his hyung in Bangtan, right?”

She opened YouTube and typed Jungkook’s name followed by Begin. There she found a video titled ‘鴎 (Ou) Begin MV’. Without any hesitation, she played the video.

Very familiar music greeted her, making her felt relieved to hear such a song she thought she would never hear anymore.

Amugeotdo eobtdeon, yeoldaseosui na…

Yup, no mistake. This is Jungkook’s Begin from WINGS.

The MV, strangely enough, was so similar to WINGS Short Film #1 Begin, including the weird and creepy painting that most theories said was Yoongi.

After watching the MV, (y/n) continued reading the article about Jungkook and his first album.

The album was dedicated for his older brothers who were never introduced to the public. It was stated that the album was a gratitude for his 6 older brothers.” (Y/n) frowned again, “Jungkook only has one older brother, Jeon Junghyun… He made that song for his hyung in Bangtan, his six older brothers…”

“Could it be… That all members still communicate in this world?!”

Once she finished reading about Jungkook (which impressed her with his achievements), she looked for Jin’s.

Kim Seokjin (Hangul: 김석진; born 4th December, 1992), better known by his stage name Jin (Hangul: ), is a South Korean actor from SM Entertainment. He is best known for his roles in television dramas;   Seven Princes (2013), Heirs (2015), and Hwarang: The Beginning (2016), and the films Boyfriend (2014), Eat or Die (2014), Different (2015), Destroyer of Memories (2015), One Night Stand (2015), Vampire Hunter (2016), Seven (2016), and The One and Only (2017).

“W-Wait a second! Hwarang?! Jin played in Hwarang, replacing Taehyung?!”

After she hastily searched for Hwarang article, she found out that yes, Jin played in the drama that she was very familiar with, complete with Choi Minho, Park Seojoon, Park Hyungsik, Do Jihan, and Jo Yoonwoo.

“Ah, but Hansung is played by Yoonwoo… Jin played Yeowool. It would be weird if Jin was to play Hansung… Hm? Oh, he still sang Even If I Die, It’s You, but alone.”

And so, she decided to try and watch Jin’s debut drama, Seven Princes. “Hmm? The first airing date is June 13th, 2013?”

I’m Fine Update #17

Hello!

I finished draft four!!

THAT’S A DRAFT IN LESS THAN A MONTH WOOT.

Draft four entailed reading through my printed copy and marking it up, then making the changes in the document. I actually finished this draft three days ago, but I’ve been busy staying at my Dad’s where I don’t have a computer, as well as just general business, so haven’t gotten around to writing this. 

One thing I did for draft four that I really liked, was I used mywriteclub.com to track my progress. If you’ve done NaNoWriMo, you know the NaNo progress bar. Aka my one true motivation. This is basically that except you can set your goal yourself and it can be based on words, pages, tasks. Maybe other things? I really liked imputing my progress every day. Made me feel productive. I used to write down my progress in a notebook which I found helped my productivity, this is just a more convenient version of that. I’ll definitely use it again because I’m the type of person motivated by little charts.

These my goals. I totally won. 

Now that I’m done this draft, what’s the plan?

For I’m Fine itself, I’m taking a short break. It’s been six months of work on this novel, and I’m going to take around two weeks-ish off. I think I need to come back with fresher eyes, and it’s a good opportunity to work on other projects. I’ve also had some revelations about scenes I need to add to the story, so once I come back to the book in two weeks, I’ll start on those first. Then, it’ll be another draft.

Until I come back to this book, I have some work I want to do on various short stories. I want to edit “Dramatis Personae” since I have my workshop’s notes but haven’t touched it since February, and finish drafting “Barefoot.” I might also do some work on my edits for Someone Will Save You, since that book has been done for nearly seven months and no one’s read it yet because I haven’t edited it.

Overall, I’m pretty happy with the book at this point, but I have this weird feeling where I’m not as happy with it as I want to be. Maybe it’s because I’ve been writing it for so long now, I just feel unenthusiastically happy. I’m relieved a draft is done, but I don’t feel good or bad with the writing itself. I don’t know, I think a break will help with this one. I’m losing scope on the book after six months of work.

Excerpt:

Once again, it’s just a lot of Kara.

“Of course”—she rolls her eyes—“you need them. Just like Dad needs to drink, and I need to starve myself and Andie needs to…I don’t know. Mope. Whatever her outlet is these days. You don’t need drugs. You’ll realize that when you’re still alive tomorrow morning. Just like how I’m still alive even though I mowed through half a pizza for lunch, applause appreciated but not necessary. Or, how Andie won’t spontaneously combust if she smiles.”

Why we love Kara, exhibit A.

Once I’ve laid plates and a jumble of cutlery on the table, Kara clears her throat. She clinks a fork to her glass.

“We’re toasting?” I say.

“No. Before we get started I would like to lay some ground rules. For the duration of this dinner we are not going to bring up the follow subjects: anyone’s alcoholic father, drug problem, drug overdose, eating disorder, ex-boyfriend, depression, anxiety, social ineptitude, weird gravestone obsession, or dead mom. And yes, Andie, the social ineptitude one was directed at you.”

“Well,” Felix says, “this is going to be a delightful evening.”

Why we love Kara, exhibit B. 

i won’t apologise (for the fire in my eyes)

alyosha decides to come out, or: five times alexei told his teammates about his boyfriend (and the one time someone told him). title from zedd & kesha’s “true colors” bc i’m shit at titles whoops


one: snowy.

If there’s anyone he’s going to come out to first, it’s his best friend on the team. Honestly, though, being a goalie, there’s a pretty damn good chance that Snowy already knows that Alyosha is – not straight, he supposes. What he’ll bet good money on, however, is that Snowy has no idea who Alyosha is dating.

“I date Kent Parson,” he announces suddenly in between rounds of Call of Duty, late one night when they both should already be in bed but tape just got so boring.

Snowy immediately exits to the main menu, takes a long drag of his beer, and glares at him. “You couldn’t have prefaced that with something like ‘oh, by the way, I’m not straight’ or whatever?”

“Wasn’t important before boyfriend,” Alyosha shrugs.

“Wasn’t important before – Tater, oh my god, you don’t know, do you? You never figured it out?” Snowy asks nonsensically.

Alyosha most definitely knows that he’s not straight, thank you very much, he established that a long time ago, that’s the point of this conversation. “I figure out, that’s why I tell you!” he insists.

Snowy rolls his eyes, flopping his head back onto the couch. “Jesus fucking Christ, you dumbfuck, I had the biggest thing for you when you were first drafted, but I told myself you were very fucking straight!”

Taken aback by this (he can say with certainty that until he met Kent and witnessed his eyeliner game, Snowy’s eyeliner had never ceased to fuck him up), Alyosha stammers and starts and finally manages a, “But what about Kaylin?”

“Oh, I got over you eventually, came to my senses and realised that you were ‘straight’ and therefore unattainable,” Snowy answers, waving a dismissive hand. “Enough about me though, how the fuck did you and Parson end up together?”

Alyosha breathes a relieved sigh and starts telling the story.


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John isn’t really blogging in TST

So sorry if this has been done already but I haven’t seen anyone mentioning it yet so I thought I should write my first meta after a long time…. Sorry if it has a lot of mistakes I write really fast and don’t check more than twice really

Few things I have noticed…

What is John typing if this is an image/picture opened in his laptop? Seriously I don’t think this is a slip up, this is deliberate. Like look at this… the tItle is JOHN BLOG IMAGE.png. Is this a snippet of his screen?

Is that why the blog isn’t updated anymore?

Look at the past series when the blogs were shown… no seriously look

The “live”/as John types the writing is hovering on the screen blog type we get in a Scandal in Belgravia, though no showing of the actual screen…

And here John’s blog counter being stuck in 1895, BUT this isn’t a photo/picture a snippet of his screen like the one in the Six Thachers

Now you get the message, I can’t add all snippets of where we see John’s and Sherlock’s blogs being shown and not a picture but when actually updated the writing is hovering s2 style…

If John was really updating, and with all the brilliant and busy hovering texts we get this series, why is the (since) s2 when John’s blogging the text is hovering scene missing? Sure the episode is fast paced, it is already busy so they couldn’t add it… yeah okay

But why isn’t updated anymore? This is a picture of the draft… John isn’t really typing… and the blog isn’t really updated…

There’s also what John had written(past tense cause this fucking shit is a snippet, John isn’t really updating look at this shit) is quite funny. This is the text(anything in the parenthesis and italicised is my own additions):

Title: 221Back!

Text: And we’re back! Sorry I haven’t updated the blog for such a long time but things have really been very busy (seriously John what kind of sentence is that. Also confirmation that a lot of time has passed since the last blog, The Sign of Three!!! Mary is seriously pregnant but for so many fucking months…. Anyway back to the text). You’ll have seen on the news about how Sherlock recovered the Mona Lisa (no sorry John it hasn’t broken our fourth wall though it seems more exciting than the fourth wall break of the announced of your daughter named after your wife’s freelance assassin facade… sorry name). He described it as “an utterly dreary case” and was much more interested in the case of a missing horseshoe and how it was connected to a bright blue deckchair on Brighton beach.

Next paragraph: I’ll try to write everything up when I get chance but it’s not been missing portraits and horseshoes that have taken up my time. (You sure mate? You missed 59 calls from your elephant term pregnant wife when she was going in labour because you were with your best friend all day?Mate you put an exclamation mark in we’re back but not in the announcement of you being a father? John your unhappiness is showing…)

Next: I’m going to be a Dad. (no exclamation mark, so he’s not excited… this is not a response from a happily married man about his addition in his family)

Next paragraph: I mean I thought I’d spent the last few years being a Dad to Sherlock (wow dad capitalised? Again? and the hurtful baby is Sherlock jokes again? Damn John, you are exuding unhappiness), but it doesn’t compare. The baby runs all our lives (but it’s not born yet, or was it born when you pretended to write this up, Johnny Boy…) (this is John’s parenthesis: Maybe not THAT different to Sherlock then!) (oh boy he exclamated this and not his announcement… yeah he is so happy about the baby…). If I’m not changing nappies, I’m buying nappies (um.. the baby isn’t here yet?) I’ve fought in Afganistan (sorry not present in the screencap but it’s there for milliseconds) and my best friend once faked his own death (still not over it wow!) but none of that ….(I am assuming here he has written compares but his fingers are always in the way however much I slow down the scene) It’s terrifying and amazing and the biggest adventure I’ve been 

Here it ends… We never see what John “writes” as he doesn’t actually write up but pretend. 

Further proof that John has a picture up of his own blog and not actually updating the blog is the actual corner. Now thank God I have Windows 10, same as John, which is weird if they are still in 2014 thanks to the hiatus and the baby etc. but look at this

Like honestly? The time jumps and the continuation problems we’ve always had…. but this is brilliant… not a slip up… 

I am telling you John isn’t updating and this is why the blog also doesn’t update in our universe but I will leave you to further deductions as well…

Next!

The hit counter has changed moved away from 1895, thank god, but still in our real world it isn’t there. The numbers on counter now are 18493 and there’s weirdly an empty space in front of the 1, the hundred thousand space.

and a clearer image here

um??? why the empty space?

Okay so clearly John’s blog is booming, so much success is coming out of it, surely why not update it? Why leave fans waiting? Is this an act? Or MP?

Then we get these:

He has a touchscreen Windows laptop with removable keyboard. Okay alright the props and their time continuum is messed up we know this… BUT LOOK HE ISN’T ACTUALLY WRITING ANYTHING UP, IT’S A PICTURE HE IS LITERALLY NOT UPDATING HE IS ACTING UP WITH THE PICTURE ON HIS LAPTOP WHY???

And then we get the blogs up at the same time as the deduction scenes…

we get the s2 as John is writing up the case the blog post is on the screen effect, but here the client’s case is still unsolved, while usually when we see John write up the cases it’s after it has been solved… so they are trying to squeeze up the time here?

Next case, next blog post, this time the name is mentioned, so this one is probably linked to the wrong thumb they sent Sherlock. Nothing significant here…But why no title here? It’s meant to confuse us into thinking it’s the ontinuation of the last case but it’s not

Next: Wow John can’t really finish these blog posts can he? This is such a small piece, but why?

Next cases: The Circus Torso and The Canary Trainer. Oh here’s Hopkins and sorry I can’t remember his name while writing this but can’t bother to go find out. Here both of the cases are left with ellipsis again meaning it’s not finished. Here again not much context of the cases but the blog posts and the simultaneous Skype call (i think, could be face-time) are loading up the screen… Why? Why are we going so fast, and why are they showing the blog posts when it’s not updated. we’ll never read, have nothing to do with most of the episode, and are stealing precious time which only makes this more fast paced?

Sorry such a shitty screencap. Next up The Cardiac Arrest. Probably a pun as well, but we will never know because the blog isn’t updating anymore. Also because of much less context we get, yet it get’s screen time…. What is the point of this???

AHAHAH this is a nice one. Literally out of context, ellipsis before and after indicating it’s from some other blog post but then again we will never know because John won’t update his blog anymore… But look at this and tell me what your first thoughts are. What are you first thoughts? 

221B has literally been circled by assassins before, Mycroft has warned John, and then John’s wife turns out to be an assassin so is it really so surprising? An assassin who turned out to be…. is a great wait to end this quote… beautiful. 

AND IT COMES BEFORE JOHN REALISES THAT HE HAS 59 MISSED CALLS FROM HIS WIFE. THEY ARE LAUGHING AS THEY ARE GOING UPSTAIRS ARE FUNNY AND LIGHT AND THEN THIS SHIT HAPPENS…. BEAUTIFUL…

And then that’s it… all the fast paced no context cases Sherlock took up and the very heavy blog post effects covering the screen end with Mary being in labour, but Sherlock’s texts to presumably Scotland Yard begin…

Now I will continue this as I go into the rewatch more but it’s funny how I am stuck in the first not even 10 minutes of the show, analysing only 3 minutes of cases for the last 3 hours… 

Anyway anything wrong please point it out, and tell me our own deductions from these scenes but there is more analysis coming, and if there’s something wrong message me, reply, tell me but go easy on me this is my first analysis type post after a long time!

Lastly, to answer many people who have been asking me, no I don’t think that John lost his passion to update the blog or even follow Sherlock after Mary’s death, but I guess part of the 221Back explains why John has stopped blogging, because he can’t keep up with Sherlock, baby and then all the Mary stuff going on… I also believe he’s acting suspicious and OOC just like Sherlock because it could be MP or they are undercover or something but I guess we’ll have to wait and see…

Plus they didn’t talk much in the episode like??? 

Conclusion: Something bigger is coming, but John’s posts will never go up. The are just snippets of him writing them… but never up.

please @hudders-and-hiddles @finalproblem @quietlyprim @constancecream @deducingbbcsherlock @loudest-subtext-in-tv @love-in-mind-palace and many others look at this I am so struck by it!

Best of Brittana (in no particular order)

·        Clockwork by Gorshenin

Genre: Drama/Romance. Rating: M. Chapters: 38. Status: Complete.

Description: AU. They said she was just a pretty face, a model fed lines to sell a product. But if you squinted, there was more to Santana Lopez than they gave her credit for, and reporter Brittany Pierce was going to get to the bottom of it. Brittana/Faberry 

·        White Shadows by Good Afternoon

Genre: Romance/Drama. Rating: M. Chapters: 26. Status: Complete.

Description: AU. 1862, the North has started the draft. Santana follows her father to war, intent on proving her worth as a doctor. Brittany enlists in place of her father, intent on keeping her family safe. In this broken land, they find a home in each other.

·        Influence by Sappho’s Ghost

Genre: Drama/Angst. Rating: M. Chapters: 26. Status: Complete.

Description: Brittany is perpetually cast as the dumb blonde, but the reasons behind her demeanor are more complex than that. She looks back on her childhood, her relationship with Santana, and the life-altering effects the decisions of her youth had on her future.

·        Music Box by EverShadow

Genre: Romance. Rating: M. Chapters: 30. Status: Incomplete/In progress.

Description: AU: Set in a fictional 18th century Europe. At age 10, Santana Lopez, born into the wealthy and influential Lopez family, comes to acquire a peasant girl by the name of Brittany. And despite class differences, Santana falls in love with her. 

·        Paperweight by heyho

Genre: Romance/Humor. Rating: M. Chapters: 18. Status: Incomplete/In progress.

Description: AU. The problem isn’t that Santana wants to hire new employees. She’s overwhelmed at work, you can’t fault her for that. The problem is she wants a certain blonde employee in more ways than just professionally. Side Faberry and Kurtbastian.

·        You Gave Me the Word, I Finally Heard by LeighKelly

Genre: Romance. Rating: M. Chapters: 34. Status: Complete.

Description: When Brittany Pierce was seven, a near drowning experience left her profoundly deaf. For twenty-two years, she’s lived in a quiet solitude, her mother’s response to her accident leaving her wary of building relationships. She’s content with her life, her career, her home with her service dog Otis, until she quite literally runs into Santana Lopez…and then everything changes.

·        If Only You Could See What I See by FrogsRcool

Genre: Romance/Friendship. Rating: M. Chapters: 27. Status: Complete.

Description: I wanted to follow her. So bad. She was the most interesting person I’d ever seen in my entire life and I didn’t even know why. Brittana 

·        A View From The Fire by FrogsRcool

Genre: Romance/Friendship. Rating: M. Chapters: 13. Status: Complete.

Description: (sequal to If Only You Could See What I See) I didn’t even remember exactly what she had said, but I knew it had been something about Santana. I just nodded. Nodding was okay, right? But now it was too quiet and I felt like she was reading me like an open book that had no pages. 

·        The Knife Thrower’s Daughter by themostrandomfandom

Genre: Romance. Rating: M. Chapters: 18. Status: Complete.

Description: In the summer of 1898, Santana Lopez joined the J.P. Adams & Son Traveling Circus & Menagerie as it toured the states of the Upper American Midwest. She also fell in love with the knife thrower’s daughter.

·        Room 47 by Little-Normandy

Genre: Romance/Angst/Hurt/Comfort. Rating: M/NC-17. Chapters: 18. Status: Incomplete/In progress.

Description: AU. Santana Lopez is engaged to her high school sweetheart Sam Evans. With her wedding 3 months away, Santana begins to get stressed, pressuring her relationship and is also stuck in a dead end job. Her friend Quinn advises her to seek counsel from sex therapist and relationship counselor Brittany Pierce.

·        I’ll Teach You To Dance by monochromeheartbeat

Genre: Romance/Drama. Rating: M. Chapters: 43. Status: Incomplete/In progress.

Description: Three years after graduation, Santana Lopez and her roommates, Quinn Fabray and Rachel Berry, attend a dance class in NYC. Follows most of the events in Glee if Brittany had never gone to WMHS.

·        2859 by Halfrobotchicken

Genre: Romance/Humor. Rating: M. Chapters: 21. Status: Complete.

Description: Santana Lopez is a publicist in New York trying to rein in the biggest ego the city’s ever seen. Brittany Pierce is attempting to create the next big thing in Seattle. They’re 2859 miles apart, but one wrong number just might change everything.

·        Agendas Unspoken by K311yS

Genre: Drama/Romance. Rating: M. Chapters: 22. Status: Incomplete/In progress.

Description: She hasn’t let go of your hand yet and you don’t pull away. You do smile though, widely, because there’s just something about her that’s so pleasing to you. You don’t want to let go of her hand, you want to hold on and see where it leads you. “Nice to meet you, Santana Lopez,” you finally reply, and you honestly mean it.

·        I Need A Medic by Gorshenin

Genre: Drama/Friendship. Rating: T. Chapters: 21. Status: Incomplete/In progress.

Description: AU. Army!Brittana. It’s wrong on so many levels. It’s fraternization, it’s unprofessional, it could cost you your rank, your career, and worse-hers; but you can’t stay away. You need her and it has nothing to do with the palpitations in your chest.

·        Falling In Luck by where’smynaya

Genre: Romance/Humor. Rating: M. Chapters: 21. Status: Incomplete/In progress.

Description: Santana is a well known cake decorator that specializes in weddings. Brittany owns the flower shop across the street from her. Though the two have never met, you can blame that on Brittany’s tendency to overlook fleeting glances and Santana’s rising popularity, things change when a mutual friend of theirs gets engaged and requests their talents for her big day. BRITTANA

·        Love, and Other Drugs by sailormoon19

Genre: Romance/Drama. Rating: M. Chapters: 29. Status: Complete.

Description: Brittany moves into a new apartment in New York after highschool, no family, nowhere else to go, and no idea how much trouble her new housemate is about to cause. Badass!Santana. 

·        Procedure of the Heart by BrittanaWatson

Genre: Romance/Humor. Rating: M. Chapters: 47. Status: Complete.

Description: Given the opportunity to work alongside one of the greatest diagnostic teams in America, Brittany Pierce is immediately drawn towards a fellow associate . Doctor!Brittana. Complete.

·        Set the World on Fire by Cora709

Genre: Romance/Friendship. Rating: M. Chapters: 14. Status: Complete.

Description: For six months Santana has been living in New York City with Kurt and Rachel, but now Brittany has received her diploma and is finally coming to join them. Can new relationships accommodate old ones? And can the past ever really be recaptured?

·        Don’t Lie by adolt-affair

Genre: Romance/Angst. Rating: T. Chapters: 62. Status: Complete.

Description: As a child, Santana makes a promise never to lie to Brittany. Growing up, they two of them realize just how hard of a promise it is to keep. Heavy side of Faberry. History of Brittana and more evolved canon storylines.

·        Strange Fruit by Perfectly Censored

Genre: Drama/Romance. Rating: M. Chapters: 15. Status: Incomplete/In progress.

Description: 1941: She never wanted to be a gangster. Never wanted to live the life of broken fingers and frozen lockers. How many skulls has she smashed? How many eyes laid raptured has she seen? She never wanted to be a gangster. Then again, she never wanted to fall in love with Brittany either.

·        DJ Snowflake and Scrooge by Cactusgirl329

Genre: Romance/Humor. Rating: M. Chapters: 25. Status: Complete.

Description: A struggling radio station gets a chance to boost ratings and sponsors when one Bed and Breakfast located in the middle of nowhere asks them to run a special Christmas show in the dead of night. The countdown to Christmas commences. Brittana. AU. M.

·        Let’s Blame The Heat by 6Dylan9

Genre: Romance. Rating: M/NC-17. Chapters: 11. Status: Complete.

Description: Santana would like to blame the heat, but it’s much more than that; it’s all Brittany. Brittany/Santana.