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lover-of-mine · 6 months

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20 Questions for fic Writers!

tagged by @wikiangela thank you <3

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

9 askaoksoaskoaks

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

166,674

3. What fandoms do you write for?

911 and 5sos.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

i won't let nobody hurt you (Buck picking up a sick Chris from school) what if one of these days i go and change your name (Buck is wearing Eddie's turnout and Eddie REALLY wants to marry him) for everything we are (everything we’ve been) (aka the trauma fic, buddie talking it all out) in case you don't live forever (buddie trapped in a collapsed building) this surprise ending i’m depending on (could be the story of another us) (Eddie pinning for 3k words)

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

I try to. But it usually takes me a minute because I'm a very awkward human and it's worse when it's about something I made, so I need to think answers through.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

this surprise ending i’m depending on (could be the story of another us) she doesn't have a happy ending at all, it's just unrequited love, Buck is dating and Eddie has feelings about it. I wrote it trying to process my own feelings about the cemetery, it has no dialogue, it's quite angsty I think.

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

probably what if one of these days i go and change your name but I'm bad at doing happy stuff oskaoskoaksoaksas

8. Do you get hate on fics?

not really

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

I do not. I mean, I don't publish it, there's a wip that I kinda needed the context around the sex and I tried my hand on it, but I don't think that's ever seeing the light of day.

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

I don't.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Probably not, I don't think so.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope.

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

Nope.

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

my brain said percabeth so im gonna go with that aoskoaskasok but buddie and stydia are up there too.

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

the Buck gets struck by lightning but Eddie is still working dispatch fic. I love that concept but I can't make my vision work.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Emotionally heavy angst oskaoksaskoas I think I'm really good at digging in where it hurts and making you feel the emotional tension around a situation

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I think I overuse the name of the characters sometimes, and I recently caught the same sentence in a similar context in like, 4 of my fics and I was like, not happy about it oaskoaksoakss and I don't write linearly, so that usually bites me in the ass later when I'm trying to connect the dots, because usually when I have an idea I have no idea where it starts, I just type things out and pray for the best, sometimes I need to compromise on stuff I wish I didn't or extend the context to make it better, but it's not always that I can make the context work, so that's a problem that leaves me editing a fic a bit too much. Oh, I'm also terrible at writing a relationship once it's established. No matter the couple, they get together I blank, the turnout fic is legitimately a miracle sokasokoskaosk

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

honestly, right now I think it's awkward, at least for me in my own writing, I tried to make Eddie speak some Spanish and I was cringing the whole way through. I do have a Brazilian oc in a wip that's never gonna see the light of that and she speaks some Portuguese but that's because I had to over the plot.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

the 100 I think, it might've been a stranger thing fic no one ever read, but I wrote it in a notebook and I don't remember when I did it, I didn't even remember writing it until I found it a few months ago, so I don't really know if it was before or after the 100 ones.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

it's between the trauma fic and the soau fic. The trauma fic just because of the way I really tried to make it as close to the show as possible and I'm really proud of the way I did that and the feedback I got on it is really insane, and she's just my baby. And the soau fic even if she doesn't have a happy ending, I really like the way I did the whole no dialogue thing, before writing that I would never say I could just write a fic that's all around the feelings in a situation, and I really like what I did there.

I don't know who's been tagged but I'm gonna tag my usual crowd, no pressure: @eddiebabygirldiaz @housewifebuck @honestlydarkprincess @try-set-me-on-fire @cowboy-buck @watchyourbuck @disasterbuckdiaz @captain-hen

#the favorite fic thing may change if i manage to pull off the breakdown fic the way i want it oaksokasokasokas #but that's pending #also i like my 5sos fics but catch 22 was a therapy exercise and well wjdbieo is unfinished so she's still has some places to be before #making the lists aoskaoksoaksoaksas #i do contemplate pulling an after and making her a romance book twice week tho sokaoskaoksoask #tag game #writing #thoughts thoughts thoughts

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demoncryptspanties · 5 years

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Time after Time

Part 2,

Masterlist, Part 1

Ambrose Spellman x Reader

A/N Thank you so much for the love guys, a special thanks to @wakandamama for being such a babe, heres part 2, please enjoy x

He had left just before the period finished leaving you to go to your compulsory ritual class alone. You met Lilac outside her classroom as Rituals was only a half-hour class eager to tell her what had happened.

“You look like a bunny that’s just gotten a carrot what is it. Is the writing guy really good looking or something,” you couldn’t contain the smile you had when she mentioned him.

“His name is Ambrose. He’s the guy from Spain and he also sort of maybe asked me out.” You waited patiently for her to process but it didn’t take long. She stopped in the empty corridor, turning back to you and squealed louder than you expected in a way that also seemed very unlike her.

“You are joking right. The poem guy, the hot one that you kept talking about. That guy. The one with the fish. The fate one” She had a glint in her eye that could only spell trouble.

“Yes,” you were hesitant, head cocked slightly.

“Well I’m coming to your date when is it,” she said matter-of-factly.

“No, what you can’t do that. It’s actually now I should get going” You tried to walk away from her, but she pulled on your arm.

“Well I have skills and I will be there in 10 minutes where is it.”

“The library, I need to go Lilac.” You pulled away from her again. A bashful smile was on her face.

“Okay I’ll see you there,” She turned around in the other direction leaving you again confused and what seemed like late. You rushed off into the direction of the library taking a breath once outside of the large wooden doors. Adjusting your top, you pushed open the heavy door. And walked into the library walking through keeping an eye open for his figure.

You ended up at the back in a corner near a large fire, Ambrose had a book in his hand and seemed pretty engrossed in it.

“Hey, pretty sure I was asked to be here,” you laughed nervously and went to adjust your top again. His eyes lit up when he looked at you.

“Hey. You look good. I mean not any different than you did a couple of hours ago which was good. Why are we standing, the seats are really comfortable? Actual leather.” He spoke fast, seemingly just as nervous as you.

You took a seat opposite him, the fire illuminating both your faces as the lamps seemed to be scarce in this part of the room. “Any particular reason you ran off after class Ambrose”

“Well I’m not a student and Daniel isn’t exactly my biggest fan, I didn’t want to stay and get stuck in a conversation with him,” He chuckled lightly reflecting on a memory before turning back to you, “so. How are you settling in? How is the weather?”

“How is the weather seems to be the standard question. It’s cold and wet but nothing I can’t get used to. What brings you back here?”

“Suggestion from my uncle.” He didn’t expand on the matter and sort of shut-in on himself. He took a deep sigh and then pointed towards the fire “Well you’ve seen what I can do with fish in the river, how about fire.”

You nodded at him and he flicked his wrist in a subtle movement. Muttering something you couldn’t quite catch, the fire seemed to settle down and moulded into the forms of a man and woman. They caressed each other gently and then danced in a slow and calm sequence.

“I have a better idea if you don’t mind standing up.” He smiled at you and obliged, putting your hands out which he took, waiting for you to do something. You walked over to the nearest surface and muttered the chant you had learnt as a child. You reached out into the small void you created and pulled the vinyl player which had been a parting gift from your sister and placed it on the desk in front of you. You set up the record and let it play, the soft tune of a piano filling the air.

He held out his hand the soft smile still present on his face, but his eyebrows were raised in a questioning manner. “This is a little cliché for a first date don’t you think, although I’m not complaining” He spun you around and the two of you ended up close enough that the rest of the room dissipated.

“Yeah, I read it in a book once it seemed like something cute to do,” you giggled slightly the two of you settling into a rhythm and soft chatter. It was only until both sides of the disks had finished that you two finally separated from the soft swaying and occasional spins.

“It’s getting late you should probably go,” he stepped back from you, hands still in your hands.

“Yeah, I should. I hope we do this again.” You picked up your bag and turned to leave, putting the vinyl back through the void and onto your desk at home.

“I think, in class, for the sake of bias that we should keep this professional. But we will do this again.”

“I agree. I suppose this was fate right” you turned on your heel and took a step towards him but stopped.

He huffed, contemplating something before calling out to you, “hey, I know this is weird, you’ve literally only met me twice, but can I kiss you?”

Instead of answering you took a couple of steps towards him giving him a soft kiss before walking away, or more accurately lightly skipping. You opened the large door and stepped out, giving him a quick wave before letting it close, more softly than expected behind you. It was not two steps before you heard a call that made you jump.

“So, you kissed him, that’s cute. Honestly, your date was like something out of some romance book.” Lilac settled next to you, her steps matching yours.

“By the devil, I swear I will hex you next time you do that. How did you know, were you in there, I didn’t see you?”

“I told you I have skills. Well anyways so are you going to see him again. I mean you will in a couple of days but in a different way.” She wiggled her eyebrows at you and you both giggled.

“It’s not like you to seem so interested but yes if I can help it.” The two of you walked home together, you detailing any bits she missed and then her settling into another story of how she tormented that boy. You went to sleep that night with a smile on your face and very ready for your next class.

The next time you two met that wasn’t in class was purely by chance or fate depending on what you believed. Since you both decided to keep your relationship professional inside class you had been meaning to meet up for another date for two weeks now. He seemed to pay less attention to you in class it was a little awkward.

You were at the baker's a place you found yourself at often, drawn to the smell of fresh bread. The woman who ran it had two small children who you liked to see. In this particular moment, you had brought them a chalkboard each and attempted to teach them some French. Their mother was watching your effort with a soft smile and kind eyes.

Ambrose had walked in, in the middle of you reciting the numbers from one to ten. Your eyes connected and his eyes lit up, “Well sweetheart I didn’t expect to see you at the baker's.

“Why is that so unbelievable. I thought it was fate.” You smiled up at him forgetting where you were for a moment.

He chuckled lightly his eyes beaming. “I’m sorry,” his words seemed to confuse you. You cocked your head to say something, but he cut you off. “I'm sorry I've been so awkward in class and that I haven’t made an effort to talk to you outside of it.

You scoffed lightly before replying, “there isn’t a need to apologise. Conversations take to people I didn’t make an effort either.”

“You did I could see it. You wanted to say something, but I guessed you thought it was too awkward or something. I just wasn’t supposed to be here for long and I'm nervous. I don’t want to mess up anything. I’m not sure what I'll do so bad after 1 date but you...intrigue me a lot. I want to see where this goes.” He moved to lean on the counter the both of you still too engrossed in each other to acknowledge notice the women usher her children into the back.

“Well, you can make it up to me now. I have some bread and cheese we can eat lunch somewhere. Closer to the centre though, I don’t like being this close to human territory.” Although your eyes held worry, his held a pain you could only just make out.

“Yes, I think that’s best. I know it’s Friday afternoon but I’m sure you have a curfew right. For safety. Even though the night is our time others within the community aren’t as nice here.” His previous frown was still there although the emotion that his eyes held changed to something you couldn’t recognise.

You shuffled a little, feeling uncomfortable for some reason. Lily who owned the bakery stood by the counter studying your conversation. She also had a similar frown on her face. “Midnight but I want to get back at least an hour before then if we can.” You said.

“That’s fine. Are we leaving or what?” The familiar smile returned to his face, he offered you his arm which you gladly took. You gave Lily a soft smile and wave as you left the bakery walking out into the surprisingly sunny streets of England.

“So, Ambrose where are we going?” You gave him a small smile and interlinked your hands. He gladly held on tighter a similar smile present on his face.

“Well pumpkin, there’s the grounds around the school. There’s a little nook in the middle of the forest that not many people know about. I actually found it during Lupercalia when I schooled here.” He looked away from you, seemingly pondering on a memory.

“I don’t know whether I should ask about Pumpkin or Lupercalia.” You had a teasing smirk on your face, he tried to hide his smile.

“That is pumpkin bread that you have right. Or are my eyes deceiving me.” He turned a corner sharply, practically dragging you into the side street.

“It is.” You offered no protest over the nickname and settled into a steady pace with him again.

“Well, have you never participated in Lupercalia?” there was a teasing smirk on his face.

“Yes, but it was more because of pressure than anything else. It was fun. I haven’t participated since though.” A memory entered your mind. Not one you wanted to forget but not one you came across in fondness either.

The two of you walked some more, not saying too much to each other but the silence was comfortable and natural. He led you to the grounds and then the woods behind it. The school seemed to get further away, and the building became covered by the dense trees of the forest. After what seemed like 20 minutes of walking and a moment of extremely confused Ambrose you came across a small clearing. About large enough for a large picnic, beside a small river.

The trees around were still dense but it seemed to be in just the right place to catch the sun or moon at any time of day. It was bright and happy. Something unexpected for a place so close to the school for the gifted.

Ambrose gestured for you to sit which you did, close enough to the river to be able to put a hand in it. He took a seat directly opposite you. You used your cloak to sit on whereas he laid his in front of you taking the bread and cheese and laying it on top.

“You brought enough bread and cheese for at least 5 people. What is the occasion? Am I stealing someone’s food?” He chuckled lightly looking at you intently.

“I just really like bread and cheese. Also, it’s my sister’s anniversary so we’ll celebrate later over a mirror.” You looked away into the sky. It was bluer than you remember it being.

“Oh well congratulations to her, I guess. I didn’t bring any wine but a toast. With a slice of cheese. To the anniversary of your sister’s marriage…?”

“Excommunication but that works too.” He gave you a look that you couldn’t decipher but seemed to shake off the emotion and chewed on the pumpkin bread.

“Shall I show you something interesting.” You nodded at him and raised an eyebrow. He turned his head to the river, your eyes following him and set out a hand. He whispered something but you weren’t paying attention because the water splashed on you slightly and then you saw what looked like a fish do a small flip. It was glowing much like the ones on the bridge, but these were smaller, the patterns on them more intricate.

“It reminds me of moon magic,” you said a small smile on your face.

“Yeah, that was the objective. It works a lot better at night for that exact reason.”

“You’ll have to show me again at night then.” The two of you settled into the usual chatter from then on. You found out that his parents died when he was young, but he stayed with his two aunts. He was never that close with his uncle who was the high priest of his coven. He found out that Angelica had been excommunicated a year before you were due to come here and a little about Jude and his proposal. The strained relationship with parental figures seemed to be a running trend for both of you.

He showed you the fish after the moon had come out, keeping an eye on his watch to make sure the two of you didn’t stay out too late. When it came time for the two of you to go, he held you tightly to him asking you to put up your hood once you got back to the town. The minute you exited the school grounds the sky seemed to get darker than before and the overall atmosphere made you uncomfortable. It was not yet 10 pm and yet you had wished you left earlier.

Luckily the journey back to the house was uneventful, the familiar gravel steps offering comfort as soon as you stepped on them. He seemed to feel that as well. The two of you stood under at the porch, both contemplating what the proper goodbye should be. He made the decision, leaning in and kissing you softly before deepening the kiss seemingly out of instinct. You stepped away from him giving him another quick peck and a wink before walking inside the house.

The moment you closed the door you were faced with an excited looking Lilac. The teasing look on her face, had you trying to hide a smile. She pulled your arm, ushering you further not the house. You caught a look at Clara who was glaring pretty intensely at you before Lilac dragged you up to your room. Selene was wrapped around the bannister, but you scooped her up with you, wrapping herself around your wrist.

Lilac sat on the floor pulling you down with her. She gave you an inviting look and gestured with her hand. “Okay, can you spill, because I saw him outside.”

“Okay, so I saw him in the bakery when I was buying the bread and cheese, which a bought way too much, you should eat some, and he asked to go out for a picnic of sorts.” She gestured for you to continue and you did. Detailing the entire day, leaving out the unsettling feeling you had walking through the town.

Your conversation with your sister was about the same. You drank a small amount of wine and toasted with the bread and cheese. The best part of the conversation by far was you detailing your relationship with Ambrose. She seemed more excited than you anticipated asking for every detail and asking a large number of questions. You went to sleep exhausted but happy, excited for the next time you could see him.

The next two months of you two was interesting. You made it a tradition for every Friday and usually ended up spending at least one of the weekend days and any spare time between your classes together. Clara was still cold towards you, despite the fact that nothing had happened it seemed like the more Ambrose seemed to be around the more she began to hate you. She never explicitly said anything to anyone but the way she avoided you like the plague seemed to be enough.

You and Lilac had gotten even closer if you weren’t with Ambrose it was likely that you would be with Lilac. She had not set the boy she didn’t like on fire again and seemed to mellow out a little, still mischievous but never doing anything explicitly dangerous. You and your father spoke every week along with your sister, but you stayed clear of your mother. Even you and Jude had a small conversation, a slightly awkward conversation but a good one, nonetheless.

The time for Ambrose to leave had come and although it was clear to everyone that he wasn’t leaving, the two of you had skirted around talking about it until now. The two of you were sitting in your room, playing a game of cards. You were winning which was rather unusual in terms of this particular game, but he was distracted. You threw your cards down forcing him to look at you with a confused expression. “You’re losing. What’s wrong.”

“Nothing at all, can we just play.” He put down a card but on look at you made him pick it up again and sigh deeply. He put down his cards and turned to face you. “I’m supposed to be leaving. I wasn’t supposed to be here for longer. My uncle wants me back at the coven but of course, you’re here. They offered me a job at the school too which is great so now I have a place to work and a reason for my uncle to stay.”

You cocked your head to the side a little confused, “So what’s the issue?”

“Well. I like you, a lot. Technically I am courting you, but you have a proposal lined up and my uncle really wants me to go back.” He wasn’t able to meet your eye.

“I’ll make sure the proposal doesn’t happen. I’ll talk to him today; I didn’t want to marry him anyway so that’s fine. This was bound to happen anyway, better sooner than later.” You hand movements increased as you spoke, Selene rested on your thigh in a comforting gesture.

“Is that what you want though. We’ve been together for two months, that’s hardly a long time and with the way your family seem to be I think if you refuse the proposal it would be more difficult for you. They could excommunicate you.” You started to fidget, Selene snuggling closer to you.

“They probably will. You want to know if what we have is enough to throw that away right.”

“You won’t get another chance at a proposal Y/N. Me staying here is also a large risk for me. It could hurt how high in the coven I’ll be when I go back. That and the fact that we aren’t part of the same coven. Two months is a short time to have to make a big decision like that. You may not even be able to go back to your coven.” He finally looked at you straight in the eye, his eyes held a deep worry but whether that was for you or him you weren’t sure.

“Do you want to break up. Is that what you want?” Your voice cracked slightly, almost unnoticeably.

“No, no I don’t. I want to do what’s best for you. I think I love you.” You froze at that moment. He seemed to as well, unable to comprehend what he just said. The two of you looked at each other without saying anything for a good minute before you spoke up.

“You’re best for me. I love you too. I don’t want the proposal; I don’t want the coven. I get that two months is a really short time, but I want us and I’m willing to make that decision. I’ll tell Jude today.”

He seemed relieved; the card game forgotten. He took your face in his hands and kissed you gently. He then stood to leave, saying he had to sort a few things out and would see you the next day. He left with a simple peck and an “I love you pumpkin,” something that made you smile the rest of the evening.

It took a lot of courage to call Jude, you contemplating whether you should do this now or another day but you felt it was better to get it over with. He answered quickly like he could sense something coming. There was a warm smile on his face which made you feel worse than you already did.

“Hello Y/N.” Although your face must have been telling that something was wrong, he didn’t seem to see that, the warm smile still present on his face.

“Hello. As much as I want to engage in pleasantries can we talk.” His face dropped slightly but it seemed more out of reaction to your bluntness rather than of hurt.

“Yes of course. What’s wrong?”

“We can’t get married. I met a guy, but that isn’t it at all, it’s more of I don’t feel that way about you and I can’t marry someone I don’t like in that way. I just can’t do it.” His face didn’t seem to drop at all, him patiently waiting for you to stop rambling.

“Okay. In all honesty, I feel the same way. I didn’t even know you knew about the proposal but it's fine. Since I’m not the high priest of the coven it's likely you’ll be excommunicated for whatever reason your mother can make up but know that as soon as I take over, you’ll be free to come back, of course.” You raised your eyebrows in slight surprise.

“That’s fine. Thank you. Not to be rude because I am grateful, but you seemed very unsurprised and that answer seemed very thought out.”

He laughed lightly before answering you, “Well, I was talking to your sister since we are still good friends and she told me about the famous Ambrose. Also, I anticipated that you would say no. Out of all the options I had, you were the best, but I don’t see you in a romantic fashion.” You let out a relieved chuckle of your own and changed the subject to your sister and your parents. You found out that your parents were likely to get divorced, but appearances had meant that your mother was reluctant to let that happen.

The next couple of weeks seemed to go without a hitch, Ambrose sorted things out at home and was able to stay until you finished your course and the two of you seemed to be doing well. Lilac was eager to make a large amount of jokes once you told her quickly making you playfully annoyed. Clara cut off all contact from you together, making sure to say something snarky whenever the two of you had to interact.

The biggest change after everyone found out was Tom. He seemed to open up more for some reason, the teasing that you got from Lilac giving him a way to join in and your little circle became a little bigger. Once out of his shell you found out that you and Tom had a lot in common. His familiar was also a snake called Medusa, but they seemed to be as shy as each other so you rarely saw her. You made sure to spend time with him as often as possible as well as with Lilac together.

Things were good until it was time for a talk with your mother. She didn’t answer leaving your dad to talk to you which you did not mind. You were told from him even though you were expecting it that you had been excommunicated. Your parents had also decided to divorce, and your mother happened to be giving you the silent treatment. Even though it should have, the situation didn’t bother you at all. If anything, you felt a freedom that you had not before. There was no one to impress and your decisions could be made for you and you alone. It was bliss.

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