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anon2710 · 4 months

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if criminal minds was a family, my pov

disclaimer: this doesn't include every character from every season, but on the characters that I connected with and fit with my headcanons the most -- i.e., these aren't fact, just how i see it <3

also i.e., pls pls don't be mad if we have different headcanons

the basics:

aaron hotchner: father, single dad, can be strict but will always listen to and be there for his kids, doesn't smile very often but has the BEST, most contagious laugh

david rossi: cool, fun uncle, gave the kids their first sip of alcohol (only when they're 21 though), the more 'chill adult', a playboy, but finally married their aunt krystall who is their favorite

derek morgan-hotchner: oldest child & son, very protective of his siblings, a little bit of a playboy but does settle down, smart without trying

emily prentiss-hotchner: nicknames are em and ems, second oldest, oldest daughter, very smart (smarter than her little brother spencer sometimes) and the most emotionally intelligent of the siblings though this surprises most people because she's very rebellious and very private - opens up to people but with time

jennifer jareau-hotchner : nicknames are JJ and jaje, middle child, quiet and responsible, very popular athlete, surprisingly kind of a badass when her family or friends (especially her little brother and sister) are hurt

spencer reid-hotchner: nickname is spence, youngest son, penelope's twin, very smart with an IQ of 187 and very sensitive, sometimes gets bullied but always protected by older brother derek, a bit nerdy like his twin

penelope garcia-hotchner: nickname are pen, penny and garcie, youngest child and daughter, spencer's twin, a little bit loud and boisterous at times but also very sensitive and kind, great at computers and majored in comp-sci in college

tara lewis, matt simmons, luke alvez: triplets, but not related to the hotchners, though they have been family friends with them for years and are treated as family

luke: very popular, football player and jock but not a playboy at all, a little quiet and secretly a nerd, LOVES musicals and baking

tara: very smart, loves psychology and crime-thrillers, very funny and and a bit of a smart-alec, loves teasing her little brother luke

matt: nickname is matty, very mature, very kind and very responsible, also a football player with his brother, often breaks up the arguments between tara and luke when one or the other takes it too far

other details of the headcanon

aaron is currently dating beth who will hopefully be the family's step-mom soon (aaron has been planning to propose for a long time and the kids keep teasing their dad that it'll never happen)

though derek is a playboy all throughout high school, he eventually settles down with a smart girl on the pre-med track in college named savannah

derek often gets into fights with his dad, especially when he was younger, but that's happens less as he gets older and when he finds comfort in savannah

JJ's been dating her high-school sweetheart, Will, since freshman year, they've already started planning how many kids they want and their names (as it stands: 2 boys and a girl, henry, michael and maggie)

matt has also been dating kristy forever, since high-school and they both want a big family

emily, jj and tara are an unlikely trio of best friends; emily has only ever told the other two her biggest fear

derek, matt and luke are also best friends and often include spencer in their hang-outs

penelope and luke were very 'will they, won't they' for a long time because penelope often resisted luke's charm because she was afraid of getting hurt, but eventally start dating and are everyone's favorite couple

penelope dated a bunch of assholes before luke (kevin, shane, tyler) and is part of the reason why she was afraid to date luke -- luke is aware of this and does her best to treat her like a queen

spencer just started dating max but can see himself marrying this girl; max has helped him come out of his shell

spencer is the older twin by 5 minutes and often holds this over penelope's head

matt is the oldest triplet, then tara and then luke (who is the baby and treated as such by his siblings)

spencer and penelope are built-in best friends and watch doctor-who, marvel and star-trek marathons together -- max and luke join these when each couple starts dating

tara, luke and matt often see aaron/dave as parental figures and lean on them for support

they are all very protective of each other, but everyone is the most protective of penelope

tara and penelope call luke 'lukey' as a nickname to bug him, but he secretly loves it

the eight kids (penelope, luke, matt, tara, emily, jj, spencer, derek) don't have that much of an age gap between them so they are all very close, hang-out a lot and very much fit the found-family trope

dave and aaron take the kids (including matt, tara and luke) on a family trip every year -- 2024 is going to be a beach trip

Okay, I have a lot more, but these are some :) love to hear your thoughts on this

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electricbluebutterflies · 6 months

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Touch starved head-on-the-shoulder for garcy

Usual post-canon-divergence, pre-relationship, PG-ish, and also on ao3.

It’s an accident, really.

They’re curled up on the battered couch Lucy suspects is older than she is, nominally watching some old action movie that she’d say she couldn’t follow if she thought there was a realistic chance the thing had a plot, and… no. Curled up is the wrong word. Curled up implies closeness, and they are very, very intentionally not touching.

She could, if she wanted to. She could do a lot of things if she wanted to. She’s not sure any of them are actually good ideas.

There is a part of her, some primal instinct she can’t ignore, that is well aware she doesn’t need to be all-or-nothing about this. If she waits for Flynn to do something about their tension, she’ll end up waiting decades; if she does too much too soon, like she has every time before…

She could go slow. She could force herself. She could die of boredom before she gets his mouth on her. She could-

Not like impulsiveness has ever actually worked out for her, she reminds herself. She’s more than old enough to see where that leads, all the scars she has to prove it, and-

There has to be some kind of midpoint here, some way forward that will keep her occupied but not set her on fire, but damned if she knows what it is.

For the moment, out of better options, she inches closer. The smallest shifting of her body every few minutes, slow enough that it hopefully looks like an unconscious accident, slow enough that-

“You could just cuddle, if you want.”

“I’m not sure-“

“If it’s what you need…”

Lucy takes that as permission to clear half a couch cushion of distance and… this is not the first time she’s basically collapsed on him, she reminds herself, just the least desperate somehow, and-

“You have no idea how much I-“

“I do.”

She hears what is not said, how clearly he needs this too, how clearly-

“Is it enough?”

Quiet for a few moments, quiet like he’s not sure how to go forward and isn’t that just typical for them, quiet like-

“If you’re comfortable, yes.”

It would be easy to escalate, to change her mind about restraint, and maybe she will later, but for now… for now this is enough, at least for her, at least for this moment as her counterpart slips an arm around her waist, not skin-on-skin so it doesn’t count but still-

“I am.”

#ebf writes fic #garcy #queue

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chiefnooniensingh · 1 year

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one more chance to say what really mattered

A/N: I’ve been caught in a Timeless spiral this last week, and the amazing Titanic episode of @timeless-season-four plus this (completely canon) add-on by @qqueenofhades has finally inspired me to write. I have to wake up in 4 hours to go to Berlin but fuck it. Enjoy some Garcy post-Unsinkable/pre-Aloha ‘Oe fluff. The title is a quote from The Matrix Revolutions because I’m watching that in the background. Sorry, neighbor.

Rating: M for mature. No smut but a looooot of kissing and some suggestiveness and nakedness.

Summary: It’s freezing worse than Lucy has ever experienced, her clothes are soaked through and stiff with frost, yet the physical cold is nothing compared to the cold fear that strikes her heart when she and Wyatt board the Carpathia and there is no Flynn anywhere in sight. The chaos on deck makes it hard to search, but Garcia Flynn is built like a slightly enthusiastic tree and should be able to stand out like one. The fact that he isn’t…the thought is too horrible to entertain.

on AO3 here

It’s freezing worse than Lucy has ever experienced, her clothes are soaked through and stiff with frost, yet the physical cold is nothing compared to the cold fear that strikes her heart when she and Wyatt board the Carpathia and there is no Flynn anywhere in sight. The chaos on deck makes it hard to search, but Garcia Flynn is built like a slightly enthusiastic tree and should be able to stand out like one. The fact that he isn’t…the thought is too horrible to entertain.

And there’s more people than expected. Lucy remembered only a little over 700 people making it alive to the Carpathia, yet she’s pretty sure the ship is already loaded with more than that. And there are still lifeboats being hauled onto the deck. She has flashes of her and Wyatt warning people, forcing the crew to led third-class passengers board, and under different circumstances she would feel some form of relief. There’s only ice-cold terror. Lucy, I’ll see you soon. I swear. Was Garcia’s last promise to her a lie?

They were prepared. They knew beforehand where and when things would go south. This mission, this one mission, had the highest probability of them making it back alive. And yet, here they are, freezing, soaking wet, and sans a Croatian.

“Lucy…” Wyatt says, reaching for her helplessly, trying to offer her some form of comfort. Soup and dry blankets are shoved at them, Wyatt taking one, Lucy still frozen in place, her eyes scanning the despairing, half-drowned Titanic-survivors. Tears slowly blur her vision as the realization that Garcia probably didn’t make it hits her like a…well, like an iceberg, she supposes.

At that moment, behind her, there is some commotion as a collapsible lifeboat is being hoisted to the top. Another heart-breaking, horrifying view as it reaches the deck and a whole wave of dead and dying people spill onto it. Others, however, are staggering, half-frozen and dazed. Among them…

Lucy’s heart lurches, hardly daring to believe, and she takes a single step. “G-Garcia?” she stammers, her voice weak with cold, pain and emotion.

The figure straightens up, whirls around, and stares straight at her. Lucy lets out a sob of relief, as the whole world falls away and her sole focus becomes him. It’s him, it’s Flynn, miraculously standing right there, alive. Half-frozen, shell-shocked, but very much alive. His mouth falls open slightly as he clocks her and then he’s moving. It looks painful, but he’s moving faster than he has any right to move. She’s crying, and either there’s ice melting on his face, or he is too, and then he reaches her. Grabs her around the waist, lifts her up with a strength neither of them knew he still possessed and kisses her.

Weeks, months, perhaps years of tension and emotion breaks open over them like a tidal wave, culminating in this one single moment of relief, hope, despair, love. They could be anywhere. The Carpathia could blow up around them and they would probably not notice. Lucy wraps her arms around his neck, and lays kiss after kiss on him, barely noticing how soaked and freezing they both are. She wraps one hand into his hair, holding on, making sure, because he’s here and she’s never letting go if she can help it.

Vaguely, she’s aware that he’s moving, shifting his grip on her so he can grab a blanket, which he wraps around her shoulders. She does not stop kissing him, and he lets her, sometimes managing to mumble her name between kisses. Then he’s moving down, through a door, into the slightly warmer, drier interior of the ship. His back hits a wall in a hidden corner and he sinks down with her in his arms. It’s dark, cold, and quiet, and not even a little comfortable, but this is not the time for physical comfort.

They break apart for a moment to look at each other. His dark eyes gleam in the darkness as he takes her in. His hand comes up to stroke her hair, her cheek and finally comes to rest in her neck, like he’s checking her pulse. She, likewise, moves her hands from his hair to his face, all the way down to his chest, where she can feel his heart beating. She lets out a small sob, then moves in to kiss him again. And again.

Vaguely, she hears more bodies hitting the deck above them, more desperate cries and shouted commands. If she had any energy left, she might wonder what Wyatt was doing, but all her remaining energy is focused on Garcia. He’s alive, he’s alive, they’re both alive, miraculously. The chances of making it off the Titanic were astronomical, and somehow, they’d all managed to.

“Lucy…” Garcia mumbles, his hands coming up to frame her face, and that’s how she realizes she’s been staring blindly at him for several moments. “We’re here, Lucy. I’ve got you, I’m here, draga.” She wants to ask what it means, but finds she doesn’t really care at the moment. She moves in again, capturing his mouth in another desperate kiss. She shifts position, placing her knees firmly on either side of his legs, pushing her body forward to get even closer. His arms wrap around her waist, and he pulls her against him. They’re basically one, unable to tell where one ends and the other begins.

The Carpathia finally starts to move, Lucy notices distantly. Relieved and anguished cries fill the early morning air, and she pulls away from Garcia to look at him again. Her eyes have adjusted to the dark some more, and she can see more of his face now. He looks at her in awe and wonder, as if he can’t believe he’s holding her, kissing her. “You-you saved more,” Garcia mutters, moving a hand to touch her cheek again. “You changed history.”

Lucy shakes her head, fingers tangling in his hair. “We did that. We saved more. Those passengers from third-class…that was you, wasn’t it?”

Garcia shrugs one shoulder. “I might have killed a steward and destroyed some White Star Line property.”

Lucy lets out a laugh, because of course he did. Chaos incarnate, always looking to do the right thing in the most dramatic way possible. “I adore you,” she says, breathlessly, before moving back in. Garcia is caught off guard this time, and he lets out a small noise of surprise. But he’s not fazed for long, and reels her back in. The kiss turns hungrier this time, the first desperation of their reunion finally fading and the relief of their survival, their…success, in a morbid way, washing over them. She has no intention nor desire to take this any further than what it is, but the swooping feeling in her stomach is building, and if they don’t stop soon, a slightly more animalistic side might take over. But, as ever with Garcia Flynn, rationality is simply thrown out the window, because this wonderful, frustrating man is holding her like she’s the most precious thing in the universe to him, and she’s not immune to that kind of attention.

In the end, it’s a sharp turn of the ship that jostles them enough, Lucy nearly keeling over at the sudden movement. Garcia holds her tightly, pulling her back, and despite everything, they giggle. It’s a wonderful sound, and slightly weird to hear from the mouth of a man that usually growls or sasses. She settles more comfortably against him, pulling the blanket over them both, and puts her head on his chest. His heart beats strongly, comfortingly, against her ear, and she sighs. Now that they’ve finally settled down, she notices again how cold she is, and she shivers. His arms tighten around her and he rubs her arms to give them some warmth. She closes her eyes, counts his heartbeats, reminding her with every beat that he’s alive. Alive alive alive.

“You checking my pulse, Lucy?” Garcia asks, a slight tease in his voice, even as his hand wraps around her wrist to do the same. Lucy can only nod. “I’m alive, Lucy, I’m here.”

Lucy nods, doesn’t move. “I keep thinking that this is a dream. That I’ve slipped into unconsciousness from the cold. Or maybe never left the Titanic at all and these are just my dying moments.” She shakes her head to clear her mind before the fear takes control of her and sends her into a panicking spiral.

Garcia takes her hand, pulls it up to his mouth and kisses every digit individually, his warm breath washing over her freezing skin, sending pins and needles through each digit. “I know the feeling.”

They sit in silence some more, the hold around them slowly filling up with shivering and frightened people. It feels unreal, having read about the most famous shipwreck in history, having watched the movie, having known about this part of history for most of her life, and she’s living it. “The RMS Carpathia takes three days to get to New York, dodging icebergs for most of the journey. We’ll be slowed down by thunderstorms and fog, so it won’t be a pleasant journey.” She can feel her historian side beginning to kick in, take over, take control. Teaching is good. Teaching is not crippling fear. “I hope you’re not seasick.”

Garcia lets out a breath. “Three days. That’s going to be rough.” Lucy nods, linking her fingers with his. It will be rough, but at least they’ll be together. “Rufus is going to be waiting for us at the harbour, on the 18th.”

At hearing Rufus’s name, she looks up hopefully. “Rufus made it out?”

Garcia glances down, and Lucy can see he’s uncertain. “I told him to go straight to the Lifeboat. He promised he would. I hope to God he made it out.”

Lucy feels the fear creep into her heart, but then thinks of Rufus’s brilliance and resilience, and her she looks Garcia straight in the eyes. “He made it out. There’s no other option.” He nods, pulls her close again, kisses the top of her head.

“Lucy? Flynn! Did you guys die of hypothermia or what?” Lucy and Garcia are startled from their little cocoon when a nearby voice starts calling their names. “Guys!”

“Over here, soldier boy,” Garcia calls, half-sarcastic, half-relieved. Lucy feels a little guilty. She’s pretty sure they’ve been down here for at least 2 hours, and not once have they given a thought to Wyatt. From the shadowy darkness, Wyatt stumbles towards them, relief written clear on his face as he drops to his knees next to them and, to everyone’s surprise, wraps them in his arms. Lucy wraps her own arm around his shoulders, too. She feels Garcia, frozen in shock, slowly move to pat Wyatt on the back. Flynn and Wyatt aren’t usually on the same page, and even less physically affectionate, but they seem to be equal parts relieved and embarrassed to be relieved in this situation.

“Look, I know you needed your alone time, but I’ve been getting really worried. I’m sorry if I interrupted…you know…”

Garcia rolls his eyes and pulls Lucy into his lap so as to make room for Wyatt to sit. “We’re slowly contracting hypothermia after just having survived one of the most horrible disasters in recent history, in the hold of an over-crowded early 20th-century steam ship. But yeah, we were humping like bunnies.” Lucy hits him in the chest at that, and he takes it with a wry chuckle. Even Wyatt manages to chuckle at that.

Wyatt settles in next to them, wrapping himself tightly in his own blanket and produces another he managed to snag. He drapes it over the three of them, and the huddle together for warmth, settling in for the gruelling three days yet to come. Ridiculous, Lucy feels a sense of calm. The three of them are together, and Rufus is waiting for them three days from now, as they’ll arrive. They’re going to be fine.

The three of them stumble off the RMS Carpathia in the early hours of the evening on 18 April 1912. Their clothes are stiff from the cold, still slightly damp, and all of them must look ridiculous. It doesn’t stop a lone figure from barrelling towards them and wrapping the three of them in a bone crushing hug. A huge wave of relief washes over Lucy, and fresh tears threaten to spill over. With one hand tightly holding on to Garcia’s, she wraps her other arm around Rufus’ shoulders. Rufus buries his face in her shoulder, and she feels more than hears his sob. “Thank God, thank God, you guys made it,” he mutters.

Garcia wraps him in a gigantic hug, too, the first time Lucy sees true affection between the pair of them. “I was worried you hadn’t made it to the Lifeboat,” he said, his voice breaking a little.

“How long has it been for you,” Wyatt asks, giving Rufus another hug of his own.

Rufus laughs a little maniacally. “Only a couple of minutes. I went back, had to change clothes, because I was soaked to the skin. Had to wade through waist deep ice water to get to…” He clocks their soaked and dirty clothes, realises they’ve been through worse, and stops talking. “Sorry. It doesn’t matter. I changed clothes and jumped straight here.” He takes a step back, looks at them all with tears in his eyes. “You all look like crap, you know.”

And despite everything they’ve just been through, despite all of them being colder than they’ve ever been in their entire life, they burst into laughter. The euphoria of having the Team back together, of being alive, finally settling in, as Flynn, Lucy and Wyatt realise that they’re safe and going home, to functional plumbing and hot water. They hug again and Lucy lets tears fall, and she’s laughing and crying at the same time, but it doesn’t matter, because they’ve made it and her boys are safe.

“Let’s go home,” Rufus says at last, and he links one arm with Lucy’s and wraps another around Wyatt’s shoulder. Garcia moves naturally to Lucy’s other side and slides his hand into hers. They hold each other tight as Rufus leads them towards the Lifeboat. Garcia helps all of them in before climbing in himself, and Rufus prepares to take off while the other three strap themselves in. From across each other, Lucy and Garcia take each other’s hands again, holding on tight, reluctant to even let go for a second. When Rufus turns around to check if everyone is secure, his eyes land on their hands and he raises an eyebrow. “That’s new…”

“Rufus, can we do this when we’re clean, warm and dry, please?” Garcia interrupts, and Rufus turns back with a nod. Lucy locks eyes with Garcia and gives him a soft smile. He squeezes her hand and at that moment Rufus flips the switch. The Lifeboat rocks and spins and then disappears. They materialize a second later, landing roughly, and with a high whine.

“Yeah, she did not like that. Three jumps without a charge is pushing it. But we made it. Let’s go get you guys warm and dry.”

The door opens and they pile out, dazed, confused, a little seasick. “Showers,” Wyatt grunts, as he hugs them tightly once more and then moves immediately towards the company showers.

“No offense, guys, but I gotta get to Jiya. She’ll be worried sick.” Rufus hugs them once more and then hurries off, leaving Lucy and Garcia alone in the landing bay. She moves closer to him, allowing him to wrap his arm around her waist and pulling her against him. He presses his lips to her forehead, then looks down at her. Lucy asks before she can stop herself.

“Garcia, do you – do you want to come home with me?”

He rears back, stunned, and Lucy has to giggle. They kiss like the world is ending, don’t let go of each other for three full days, and the man is still surprised she might not want to leave his side now. “Lucy,” he says, voice raw with emotion, “Are you – are you sure – ?”

“Yes. Yes.” Lucy is more than sure, and is absolutely done with pretending like she doesn’t want to spend every waking moment with him, like he isn’t the reason she gets up in the morning sometimes. She’s done waiting, and when Lucy Preston sets her mind to something, she usually gets it. “If you don’t want to, of course, then you don’t have to, but – ”

“No,” Flynn says, half to himself and then louder, “No. I want to.” He breaks out into a grin and leans down to kiss her. She kisses him back fiercely, determinedly, and the kiss is full of promise, of possibility.

“Come on then,” she whispers, takes his hand, and leads him to the company garage. He follows eagerly, and they can’t help but stop a few times to make-out like teenagers against several walls. They make it back to her home slightly more dishevelled than they left MCI. And then suddenly he’s nervous, and she has to take him by the hand and lead him up the stairs and into her shower. They undress each other as the water heats up, but there’s not heat behind it. They’re gentle, kind and the warm water nearly causes them to drop to their knees with satisfaction. They help each other wash all the muck and rime off, as they slowly remember what it’s like to not feel cold anymore. Lucy fetches them towels and they dry each other off, without any meaning behind it other than taking care of each other. After they’ve both wrapped themselves in towels, Lucy takes his hand and looks up at him with bright, clear eyes. “Should we – do you want to – ”

Garcia takes her face in his hands and silences her with a heated, searing kiss that sends tingles all the way up her spine. “Yes,” he whispers. With a sly smile, she starts walking backwards, taking his hand once more to lead him towards her bedroom. Garcia follows, gripping her hand tightly. When they enter her bedroom, he doesn’t hesitate. He pulls her into him, lifting her up so she can wrap her legs around his waist, and closing the door with his foot. He presses her back against it and captures her mouth in another searing kiss. “Lucy…” he whispers, as he moves his hand down to unwrap her towel. She lets him, feels his fingers brush the side of her breast and the top of her thigh. It’s thrilling, and they’ve waited far too long. She allows the towel to fall away, and he takes a sharp breath. They’ve seen each other naked in the shower, but this is different, the air between them is charged and the promise of what’s to come pours out of every kiss.

“Take me to bed, Garcia,” Lucy whispers, as she starts frantically pulling at his own towel. He grins, kisses her hungrily, then turns around to move over to the bed.

“Yes, m’lady.”

#timeless #garcy #timeless fanfic #timeless ff #garcy fanfic #garcy ff #lily's fanfics #garcia flynn #lucy preston #timeless season 4 #timeless s4

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pollyna · 3 years

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Lucy Preston/Wyatt Logan, Lucy Preston/Garcia Flynn: break up, healing takes time, bunch of aus that are my own canon, pre-Lucy/Flynn, hopeful ending.

He says I love you and Lucy says love is not enough. It seems like a scene from a bad rom-com where they are both supposed to be crying, but no one of them is near the right emotional state to do it.

#timeless #lucy preston #garcia flynn #wyatt logan #jiya marri #rufus carlin (mentioned)#denise christopher (mentioned)#apparently now it's a serious thing lol #garcia x lucy #pre-garcy #past!lucy x wyatt #past lyatt

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tinknevertalks · 6 years

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I.. I think I’m about to post Lucy centric misery onto AO3. (Don’t wanna call it angst but it probs is... She’s sad, anyways.)

#timeless #rachel writes fanfic #lucy preston #kinda post lyatt #kinda pre-garcy #all lucy being sad in her head #post 2x06 #it's vague and quiet and i don't think it'll do much #putting myself down - stop it rach #once i get a title i'll post it #then i'm going back to sanctuary and mah bebes

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potterandpromises · 2 years

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That scene in 1x02 where Lucy is standing there grieving and Jiya offers to help her find out why Amy disappeared gets me every time. It’s her face when she turns around and asks, ever so softly: “you would do that for me?” It’s like she’s not used to being treated with anything more then basic politeness, like she’s not used to receiving kindness back.

Similarly, I really don’t find that scene in 2x03 where Wyatt lets her think he’s not calling her beautiful as a joke cute. Because deep down, she doesn’t believe she’s good enough, whatever good enough means in that moment.

(Except for, probably, her academic achievement. But that’s because she worked very hard for a long time. It’s earned, not inherent.)

I fully blame Carol, but also we never hear about her having any friends before the Time Team? She probably got along well with some of her coworkers but it doesn’t seem like any of those relationships survived the job change, even pre-bunker. Was Amy the only person she could consistently rely on? I think she was. And isn’t it terrible that, even with all of them living together, after she was stabbed in the 17th century, apparently no one noticed she was developing a severe infection until she was delirious, and she didn’t want to say anything? Of course it surprises her a then-stranger would see helping her as worthwhile. She isn’t used to the kind of love that puts her first.

(...I didn’t even mean to make this a shipping post, but that’s one of the reasons I love Garcy so much. Flynn’s other priorities are saving his wife and child and destroying the evil secret society that killed them, and she still makes it to the top of his list by 2x10,)

#this post started as a quick observation and i got carried away #also i don't blame any of the characters for what happened after 2x04 #they all had their own stuff going on #it's just sad #someone give her a hug #timeless #lucy preston #jiya marri #garcia flynn #garcy #timeless 1x02 #timeless 2x03 #timeless 2x04 #timeless 2x10 #mata #kind of

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oldshrewsburyian · 2 years

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Honored Tumblr Aunt,

I just finished Timeless Season 4, and I am in a state of garcy-induced shock. @qqueenofhades has recommended me her fics, and I have devoured all of your fics.

Do you have further fic recommendations? I am going slightly crazy. Because…you know. Flynn.

Hello, welcome to the fandom of Resentful Suffering. I'm pleased to know you've read and enjoyed my fics; I always like hearing from people who have. (Also, Flynn, that melodramatic multilingual so-and-so, he really is a problem.)

Anyway, recommendations:

we fed on beauty, by @ursahelianthus: the Time Team goes to 18th-century Philadelphia; all does not go as planned. There are potatoes! I love this fic and its celebration of quotidian detail.

the little things in life centers on Rufus and Jiya, as too few fics do.

Make Amends With All My Shadows is the longest of several well-written Timeless fics by deathmallow (who at least used to be on Tumblr? but whose pseud here I cannot find, sorry)

Road Ode, by @sallyexactly, is a charming just-post-s2 romantic resolution.

when i knew love's perfect ache, by @extasiswings, follows the development of Garcia and Lorena's relationship. I think of pre-canon as something of @extasiswings' specialty. She has a lot of great stuff though (including the unfinished work... pause for pointed sighing.)

Enamel Eyes, by SugarsweetRomantic, is a distinguished contribution to the subgenre of "Flynn and Lucy deserve to get together after all this, damn it all, the trouble will be making them" fic.

Are You Strong Enough To Stand is the one I'm going to recommend from @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels. Her specialty is AUs. This is not that. This is a fic that takes on the time travel in this silly show and makes it properly angsty. I yelled at her a lot. She thrives on this.

#timeless #timeless ff #why am i so emotionally invested? the answer is probably complicated

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twoshipsnorowboat · 2 years

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Happy Birthday Daiji!! A Masterpost

Thanks to @ununpredictableme for being such an awesome person and a staple of the garcy fandom!! We love you all and hope it shows in our gifts to you (under the cut):

@magnificentcowboypeanutpaper‘s gift 🎁 (click to open!)

Title: Planning Ahead (G)

Description: After Rittenhouse is defeated the future throws up some unpleasant possibilities. Like jail time. Flynn wants to accept what's coming but Lucy had other ideas. So she finds a couple of interesting people who can help her.A very loose Timeless/Person of Interest cross over for the an amazing person. :)

Note: Happy birthday Daiji!!

@female-fogbank‘s gift 🎁

Title: Forgotten Valentine (T)

Description: Lucy is bummed when she wakes up alone on Valentine's day but Flynn has a lovely surprise for her in the study.

Note: Happy Birthday Daiji!! Hope you have a great day filled with love, laughter and cake (or dessert of your desire) 🥳🎂🥂

@theadorelocksly‘s gift 🎁

Work: pre-spicy art of Flynn/Lucy/John

Note: you were the first person to interact with me on tumblr and I can’t thank you enough. To many more crazy years and a happy birthday!

@sallyexactly’s gift 🎁

Title: Fireworks (T)

Description: After the war, the team begins to rebuild their lives. But Lucy is perplexed and frustrated by Flynn's behavior, and on New Year's Eve, she takes matters into her own hands. Inspired by Daiji’s very own Secret Santa artwork!

Note: Happy birthday, Daiji!!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

@doctorliamsr’s gift 🎁

Title: Babies And Pretty Dresses (M)

Description: Reese has a very important mission this Valentine's Day. Timeless/POI Crossover.

Note: Happy Birthday Daisy 😁 Love ya to bits

@garciatwolastnamesflynn’s gift 🎁

Title: away from the party (E)

Description: Lucy escapes from a stuffy academic function with her tall, handsome, and, ahem, *attentive* boyfriend.

Note: Happy birthday Daiji!!! Thanks for being a part of the super-welcoming and awesome Garcy fandom :)

#rin rambles #ununpredictableme #for daiji!

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misscrazyfangirl321 · 3 years

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Fanfic Writer 20 Questions

Tagged by the fabulous @belleyells. Thank you!!

1) How many works do you have on AO3?

136! :D

2) What’s your total AO3 word count?

295,266. :O

3) How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

Alice in Wonderland, Arrow, Legends of Tomorrow, Eureka, Grimm, Haven, Maleficent, Manifest, Once Upon A Time, Prodigal Son, Sanctuary, Star Trek: TOS, The Flash, The Walking Dead, Timeless, Victorious, White Collar, and Zoo. (At least those are the ones I’ve put on AO3.) So....18.

4) What are your top five fics by kudos?

What He Cannot Say

Holding Each Other Together

In A Name

Forgotten

In Good Hands

Three Timeless ones (not surprising), one Grimm fic (also not super surprising), and one Prodigal Son fic (kinda surprising, actually, because I wasn’t super involved in that fandom. Neat, though!)

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

I do!! Sometimes it takes me awhile, especially with a longer comment, but yes. I absolutely love interacting with my readers. <3

6) What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

Maybe “A Time to Mourn,” or “The Recollection of Us.”

7) Do you write crossovers?

I’ve written a few!! Most of them live in my head, but I’ve gotten a few down on the screen.

8) Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Not on AO3!! On one of my early ff.net accounts, I got a comment from someone saying that my posting a certain fic on their birthday ruined it for them. I, a snarky young pre-teen/early teen, wrote a fic/parody thing in response and posted it separately. I got a comment from a complete stranger calling me rude names for it. I messaged the stranger explaining the situation, and she and I ended up being good friends for awhile.

So, while in hindsight, I kinda regret the snarky response, it gave me a friend, so, you know.

(I also got one comment on a one-shot saying it was boring, which gave me the motivation to write the sequel I’d been procrastinating for ages. ... I was a very combative child, in hindsight....)

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

Nope!

10) Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of, no!

11) Have you ever had a fic translated?

I have not! That’d be really cool, tho!

12) Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Mmmm so @belleyells and I wrote a few chapters of a Legends of Tomorrow/HTTYD crossover, but never ended up publishing it. Ohhh and @heytheredeann and I co-write a series for awhile! (And @taleasoldastime-andspace and I started to cowrite something, and then I... Lost steam for writing Timeless characters. Sorry, friend!)

13) What’s your all-time favourite ship?

Mmmm... Probably Garcy.

14) What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

!!! I have the majority of a Timeless fic written out where Flynn is kidnapped and tortured by Emma. It’s one of the whumpiest things I’ve ever written. There’s a version where Amy is secretly alive and working with a team to help save him as well, and a version that threw that out for being too complicated. But I don’t know if it will ever get finished. Not only am I not doing much with Timeless these days, it’s far heavier whump than anything I normally write these days.

15) What are your writing strengths?

Dialogue, for sure! And I have like... I feel like a solid 60/40 track record with writing emotional stuff. It’s either a grand poetic comparison, or like. “She felt sad. It felt like sadness.” Also, generating ideas.

16) What are your writing weaknesses?

To steal an answer, finishing stuff. Also, writing scenery/description. 9 times out of 10, if the characters are in any sort of setting at all, it has taken a LOT of effort on my part to focus on it. I’d be happy to just have them floating in space. Also, writing fight scenes.

17) What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in another language?

I would if I could, and it’s always neat to read. Really, though, all I can do right now is write terms of endearment in other languages.

18) What was the first fandom you ever wrote for?

The Mentalist.

19) What’s your favourite fic you’ve written?

Probably “Forgotten,” because it’s the first multichap I’ve finished in a long time. “Echoes Through Time” might honestly be a close second, though.

20) Who do you tag?

@taleasoldastime-andspace @imissthembutitwasntadisaster @please-dont-pet-the-okapi @lumiereandcogsworth @marvels-obscure-tophat and @amandamonroe but only if you want to!

#tag games #thanks for the tag!#and if anyone else wants to do this i'm officially tagging you too!

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titanicnerd-blog · 1 year

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Timeless (TV 2016) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Garcia Flynn & Lucy Preston Characters: Garcia Flynn, Lucy Preston Additional Tags: Not Canon Compliant - s02e11-12 The Miracle of Christmas (Timeless), Alternate Ending, Pre-Relationship, Garcia Flynn/Lucy Preston-centric, Garcia Flynn Deserves Better, Garcia Flynn Lives, Pre-Garcia Flynn/Lucy Preston, Rittenhouse (Timeless), Lucy Preston's Journal, Minor Wyatt Logan/Lucy Preston, Garcia Flynn & Lucy Preston Friendship, Protective Lucy Preston, Hurt Garcia Flynn Summary:

Flynn wrote a letter, and Lucy writes a letter of her own. What might happen next?

#timeless #lucy preston #garcia flynn #garcy fanfic #pre-garcy #time travel #pre-rittenhouse #pre-season 1 #rittenhouse #garcia flynn lives #lorena flynn #iris flynn #amy preston #flynn x lucy #lucy x flynn #alternative ending #lucy and garcia are friends and could be more #lucy makes a decision

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electricbluebutterflies · 2 years

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Garcy + "Quick, kiss me!"

(bonus points for fake marriage on a mission, and for Flynn saying it)

Height difference is a good time, just saying. Usual post-canon-divergence / pre-relationship / PG-ish / also on ao3.

There are, as time passes, a few defaults.

It’s nice to have routines, really. This whole war across time thing doesn’t allow for a lot of stability, and Lucy has picked a very bad time in her life to decide she wants that after all, and she is taking what she can get. And even as dynamics improve every day and they’ve all come to function as a messy but loving extended family of sorts…

Look, Flynn’s people skills are now at least existent, but she’s still the only person he likes. And that means she has to keep an eye on him, because improvement does not mean stripped of certain personality traits that are prone to causing a lot of problems very quickly, and she’s apparently the only person that has ever lived who has ever actually been able to tell him to stop and get results, and either the dead wife must’ve had the patience of a whole cathedral worth of saints or the violent tendencies are a more recent development and neither of those options makes Lucy feel any better and-

Routines, she reminds herself. She likes routines. Even if in this case routines mean she is stuck herding a grouchy tank of a man around eastern Canada. It’s fine. Really.

It’s 1919 and the mission involves making sure the first nonstop transatlantic flight happens without problems, which entails wandering around in the vicinity of a questionably constructed airfield that might as well have a No Girls Allowed sign up on a fence somewhere from how well their side has been going. No cover story has been discussed, but the default is to pretend to be married, default enough that Lucy slips a ring onto her finger before a mission even starts and it feels weird to not wear it in her own timeline and-

How much she likes being fake-married to someone she hasn’t sorted her feelings about will be a fun problem for whatever government-clearance therapist gets to try to untangle her life in a few years, if she lives that long. It is not a problem for right now.

Point is, this is the easy but boring side of the mission, the part Lucy has a similarly mixed relationship, not the worst thing in the world but she could be so much more useful if she had a better idea what they were looking out for in the first place, if-

All of a sudden, Flynn stops, cold and with that wild look in his eyes and there is something feral in that man, Lucy thinks, something primal that has been awakened by pain and cannot be quieted and-

“Quick, kiss me.”

She’ll ask questions later. She is going to have a lot of questions. For the moment, she trusts him enough to cooperate.

Kissing someone an entire foot taller than her, Lucy learns, requires a little more coordination than she expects. She has to yank him down and stand on tiptoe and it really is awkward and a little uncomfortable, and she crashes in with a little more intensity than intended and… it’s a good kiss. She’s wondered about him like that for years now, the kind of wondering one does when there’s only one viable option for one’s regular daydreams, and reality is just a little softer than she expected, and she’s pretty sure he makes some kind of low growl into her mouth and that is unfairly hot, and-

Just as quickly as it began, it is over. His hands stay on her waist, but she is small again, small enough to hide against his body and that at least is familiar and safe and-

“Needed to-“

“You don’t need to explain,” she says before he can launch into what she is sure will be an elaborate apology because good grief, for a man who’s been obviously in love with her since before she met him, there is clearly no intention of ever doing anything with those wayward emotions. “We do what we have to do.”

“Are you hurt?”

Lucy pokes her head up, and it has been too long since she’s tried to flirt with actual intent, but she wants.

“You can massage my wounded feet when we get back home.”

He gives her a look like he’s not sure she actually means that, and dammit how is this the first man she’s ever been around who’s consistently been in awe of her, it is unfair. “If that balances us.”

“I’ll do your neck,” she murmurs, almost laughing. “Can’t imagine that was comfortable either.”

“Next time I’ll just lift you.”

Next time.

Well.

As if her daydreams weren’t annoying enough.

“Good idea.”

#ebf writes fic #garcy

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timelesshonesttrailer · 4 years

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The bane of many writers is that once you have birthed a story, taken the time to write, erase, rewrite, edit, scream at, and finally accept the words that you have written… you have to name it.

Like people, or businesses, the name is everything. It’s one of the first things people see. It’s what they will use to communicate the story to others. So picking a good title is vital, which makes it all the more daunting. But like most things in life, once you break it down and examine its parts, see how it works, it becomes a lot less scary and a lot more manageable.

This is how I got pretty good at making titles, not only for my own works, but for others. And I want to share with you what I learned, and hopefully make the task of titling your stories a lot less terrifying.

To create a good title, you have to focus on two things: Structure and Meaning.

Structure

Quick, think of all your favorite books, shows, and movies. Now think of popular franchises that are household names. What do they have in common, title wise? They are short and to the point.

On average, these titles are one to two words long. This does not include articles or connecting words like “the,” “of,” “or,” etc, because they pretty much disappear.

The titles also average few syllables, about two or three. You don’t really want to go above four. English is a very lazy language and we like to keep things short. This is why a lot of titles get shortened anyway.

Examples of Titles (remember, articles/connectors don’t count):

Friends – One word, one syllable.

Cheers – One word, one syllable.

Lost – One word, one syllable.

Dune – One word, one syllable.

Timeless – One word, two syllables.

ER – One word, two syllables.

Twilight – One word, two syllables. Can refer to the entire series.

The Mummy (1999) – One word, three syllables.

The Simpsons – One word, three syllables.

Parasite – One word, three syllables.

Titanic – One word, three syllables.

Hamilton – One word, three syllables.

The X-Files – One word, three syllables. Though it’s debatable if X-Files is one word or two.

CSI – One word (standing in for three), three syllables (standing in for seven).

Star Wars – Two words, two syllables.

Good Omens – Two words, three syllables.

Game of Thrones – Two words, three syllables. Often verbally shortened to Thrones.

Lord of the Rings – Two words, four syllables.

I can keep going, but you see the trend.

But what about titles like the Harry Potter books? The answer is in the question. Each book/movie title starts with Harry Potter and then has a modifier. Harry Potter itself is only two words and four syllables. Then if someone talks about a specific novel, they typically would not say the whole title, Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban, they would simply say Azkaban. The same is done in other series. Percy Jackson for example.

There are, of course, exceptions.

Elementary is a one word, but five syllables. It’s also a very common phrase in both the genre and in everyday life. Use of common phrases is a way to get around the above formula because we’re already used to saying them, thinking them, etc. One Day at a Time is another good example. Three words, five syllables, but doesn’t feel any longer than Lord of the Rings.

But the longer the title, the more likely it will somehow get shortened. Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep was changed to three syllable Blade Runner. My favorite book, The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy, has a very long title. Technically it’s three words when you remove articles/connectors, but the syllable count is a whopping ten. It gets away with it because for one, it’s a rift on an already common phrase, and two, fans can call it Hitchhiker’s Guide which is only four syllables.

Now, once you know the structure of a title, you can work on choosing one.

Meaning

The title of your story has to give the reader an idea about what they’re getting into. It does this by focusing on one of the following:

A literal Person/Place/Thing – Percy Jackson, Cheers, The X-Files

The Subject Matter – Friends, Law & Order, The Sixth Sense, CSI

The Genre – Twilight, Star Wars, Friday the 13th, Altered Carbon

The Overall Metaphor/Concept – Game of Thrones, Parasite, Pride and Prejudice

Many of these cross over. The Sixth Sense and CSI could also be considered a literal thing as well as a genre marker. If your title fulfills more than one slot, that is neat, but not a necessity. You might feel like you have to come up with some complex title, but sometimes it’s really just as simple as it’s a show about friends and their relationships with each other.

Take the title Catch-22. The term Catch-22 is a major metaphor and concept that is universally known today. But when Joseph Heller wrote Catch-22, no one called that concept a Catch-22. The title was simply naming the military rule (a thing), which created the situation and therefore drove the narrative. People later co-opted the title to quickly express the concept that the book so masterfully discusses.

Whatever you chose, the title should match the feel of the story you’re trying to tell. It’s part of your promise to the reader, and must make sense by the time they get to the end of the story.

But how to pick a title when you have persons, places, things, subject matter, genre, and metaphors in your story? You simply work backwards. Ask yourself what your story is really about.

What is the driving force of the narrative?

What do you want your readers to get out of the story?

Is it a story about a person?

Or about the people of a specific group?

Is the story a one-shot or the beginning of a trilogy/series?

Is there a specific name or line of text that sums up your story neatly?

Somewhere in the answers to those questions is your title.

Now, I can make guesses on how some of the above mentioned titles came to be. Cheers takes place in the bar of the same name, and it’s about the patrons of said bar, so it’s the story about a place named Cheers. But I can’t speak for the creators and what thought processes they might have went through in order to choose their titles. So, instead, I am going to give you some of the titles I have come up with and explain how I got there.

Copper and Gold Two words, four syllables. Genre: Urban Fantasy This is the first book of a series based around a singular character, Minni Masterson, whose motif is copper, which plays a large role in the story. Since it’s a series, I need a title that could be formulaic across each one. In the first novel, the “guest character” is a gold dragon (Aiden Drake). So when I say Copper and Gold, I’m really saying Minni and Drake. And in the second book, when I say Copper and Cobalt, I am saying Minni and the Kobolds. Copper and Mercury is Minni and the Werewolves. Etc.

Emperor’s Shadow Two words, five syllables. Genre: Star Wars fan fiction/Mystery/Character Study The story is about Mara Jade who was an Emperor’s Hand. It’s about her coming to terms with the shadow that looms over her from her past and what Palpatine did to her. Instead of going with something much bulkier like In the Shadow of the Empire, I merged her past (Emperor’s Hand) with her current conflict.

The Serpent and the Liar Two words, seven syllables. (This format of “The X and the X” is one that is an exception to the rule, so long as the syllables belonging to X remain low) Genre: Marvel!Loki fan fiction/Pre-Movies Canon Compliant The story is about Loki and the events leading up to the first Thor movie. It also brings in Sigyn to explore that ship, along with some Norse myths, and to explain why she isn’t in the movie. Loki, of course, is known for his serpent motif and as the god of lies. I play on this, giving Sigyn a serpent motif, something to match her with Loki. But on several occasions, I raise the question of who is actually the serpent, and who is the liar? Because the best way to lie, is to tell the truth. So, like Copper and Gold, I’m really just calling the story Loki and Sigyn, I mean, Sigyn and Loki?

Amehrana One word, four syllables. Genre: Timeless Food Truck AU/Garcy Slow Burn The story is about Flynn and Lucy, and the rest of the team, in an AU setting. I named Flynn’s food truck Amehrana because it’s a mix of the word American and Hrana, which is Croatian for food. So the title is both a thing (the food truck) but also another word for Flynn and Lucy because he’s Croat and she’s American. But unlike Copper and Gold and The Serpent and the Liar, there is the added symbolism here of Flynn and Lucy coming together.

Frankenstein’s Monster Two words, five syllables Genre: Timeless Mission Fic for Proposed Season 3 (non-movie compliant) The mission is Mary Shelley, but that doesn’t mean there *has* to be a Frankenstein reference. But you have Flynn who thinks he’s a monster, one created by Rittenhouse. I also go deeper and hint at Lucy herself being a Frankenstein Monster, i.e. created by Rittenhouse for a purpose she doesn’t want any part of. Once again, my title is basically just another name for my main characters.

I want to interject for a moment and point out that we all have our preferences in our writing styles, and titles are no different. If you realized you tend to do most of your titles a specific way, then own it. It’s part of what makes you unique as an artist. And if you occasionally decide you want to go a completely opposite direction for one story, then go for it.

Case in point.

No Accounting for Heroes Three words, seven syllables Genre: Canon Compliant account of the Fall of SHIELD and its aftermath This fic really takes a hard look at what happens to those living in a world with superheroes. The main character, an accountant named Rani, is giving an account of events. My cowriter suggested putting “accounting” in the title which made me think of the common phrase, “no accounting for taste,” which is a concept about how different people like/need different things, and applied it to the story. No Accounting for Heroes means that we all need a hero, but maybe not the heroes we think we do, and we can all be heroes in some way, to someone in need. But also, there is that underlying current that heroes are not held accountable for the destruction that follows in their wake.

Never be afraid to ask for help with titles. And don’t be afraid to reject titles if they don’t fit. And definitely don’t be afraid to take the suggestion, turn it over, season it, put it in a waffle iron, and see if what comes out is edible.

I have helped others name their stories, and here are three examples:

Remember, Remember Two words, six syllables. Genre: Timeless Garcy Canon Divergent/Angst/Mission Fic The story is about Lucy trying to save Flynn after he goes back to 2012. Emma saves him instead. Eventually Lucy runs into him and she discovers he doesn’t remember her and only knows what Emma has told him. At the end of the story, they have a final confrontation during the Gunpowder Plot. When the author asked my thoughts on a title, well, the Gunpowder Plot has the very famous saying “Remember, Remember, the 5th of November” and the whole story is Lucy trying to get Flynn to remember…

Disavowed One word, three syllables. Genre: Timeless Luciana Canon Divergent/Angst In this Twitter story, Flynn is blocked from returning to the US from Canada because they still think he’s a terrorist. Basically, his own country, whom he helped save, rejected him. When asked for a title, I focused on the idea that this story is about Flynn being rejected/denied entry/etc. I basically flipped through synonyms for rejected until I came across disavowed which is a term often used in spy craft. It’s a heavy word which paired well with the angst of the story.

Only Our Stories Three words, five syllables. Genre: Timeless Movie Canon Compliant-adjacent/Angst/Mission Fic The phrase “only our stories” is said in the fic itself. Future-Lucy writes it down towards the beginning, once she’s returned from dropping off the journal post-Chinatown. All that she has left of Flynn is only their stories, which she writes in the journal. She is eventually able to change things to get Flynn back, but he doesn’t remember her. There is still a connection though… their stories.

Never be afraid to take a line from your story to use as your title, so long as you follow the structure guidelines from the first section.

At the end of the day, coming up with titles is just as much a skill as any other part of writing. We suck at first, then we figure out what's good, what's bad, and look at the world around us to figure out how to make it better. And don’t be afraid to edit it as much as you edit your novel. Until you publish, no title is set in stone, so it doesn’t have be right the first time.

And now here is where I close out this reference guide by saying something inspirational. Instead, I’m going to name this piece. While I wrote it, the temp file name was “Creating a Title” which is technically accurate but has no umph or style. This guide is meant to be helpful so the title should inspire confidence that I know what I’m talking about. But I don’t want it to sound too clinical either.

A synonym for “name” is designation which I like but too many syllables because I’ll have to add to it. Synonym’s for “title” don’t give me much either. Instead, I should focus on the concept of the guide rather than its direct contents. Using something like “What’s in a Name?” would be too cliché. “I Suck at Titles” is funny, at first, with it being the exact opposite, but my genre is more educational than satire.

Wait, if I’m not going to reveal the title until the end, as a way to show you the thought process in creating a title, then to the reader, the title both does and doesn’t exist at the same time. It’s what you might call a…

Schrodinger’s Title: A Guide to Naming

#Reference #How to title a story #Naming #I also used this to name the starring section of #Timeless Honest Trailer

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ao3feed-garcy · 4 years

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by Zeitvergessen (Wortspiel)

This is part 2 of the 'Nobody is expendable' series. I recommend you to read 'Filling empty pages' first to understand the further development of this story.

Our heroes have survived Titanic and return from 1912. What are they up to next? Save Rufus of course!

Words: 3766, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 2 of Timeless - Nobody is expendable

Fandoms: Timeless (TV 2016)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Characters: Garcia Flynn, Lucy Preston, Wyatt Logan, Rufus Carlin, Jiya (Timeless), Jiya Marri, Connor Mason, Denise Christopher, Amy Preston, Emma Whitmore

Relationships: Garcia Flynn/Lucy Preston, Wyatt Logan & Lucy Preston, Jessica Logan/Wyatt Logan, Rufus Carlin/Jiya

Additional Tags: Garcia Flynn Deserves Better, POV Garcia Flynn, POV Lucy Preston, Garcia Flynn Lives, Garcia Flynn/Lucy Preston-centric, Protective Garcia Flynn, Endgame Garcia Flynn/Lucy Preston, Lucy Preston's Journal, Sassy Garcia, Coffee, Mutual Pining, Alternate Timelines, Eventual Happy Ending, nobody is expendable, Family Feels, Attempt at Humor, Still bad at tagging, Falling In Love, Awkward Romance, Banter, Jealousy, Post-Season/Series 02, pre final movie, Fix-It of Sorts, Am I getting better at writing Jiya?, mostly canon compliant - might contain minor changes to make this work, garcy, Even more coffee, does anybody read this far?, I beforehand apologize for the one or other Disney reference, there might be a few, Ancient Egypt, Rufus Carlin Lives, Dreams and Nightmares, Sick Character, 'I wished on the Moon' has been stuck in my head for days - help?

#garcy #timeless #lucy x flynn #IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #lucy preston #garcia flynn

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heytheredeann · 4 years

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Cheers

Hello, @celtrose-ish, I’m your secret santa! Merry Christmas! <3

This story is set in an AU in which Jessica isn't Rittenhouse, so everyone is just living together and trying to save the world, without the events of Chinatown unfolding. Just so they can all have nice things for a change LOL. Everyone besides Lucy and Flynn is either mentioned or appears briefly.

Enjoy! (hopefully <3)

Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Season/Series 02, Jessica Logan Isn't A Rittenhouse Agent, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Mentions of canonical character death(s), Garcy centric, Pre-Relationship

Summary: It’s not that Flynn hates Christmas, it’s just that Christmas is for family, and he doesn’t have one of those anymore, does he?

@garcysecretsanta

They are being unusually loud.

Granted, he lives crammed in a bunker with all too many people, so he hasn’t had many options besides getting used to bathroom lines, constant voices around and at least one person somehow being always in the kitchen at any given hour. He has made his peace with it, and he can even admit to himself that some days it’s good, to be unable to forget that he isn’t alone.

Today, though—

Denise has showed up with boxes full of Christmas decorations. The place looks grim and gloomy and they could all use a bit of holiday spirit, she said.

He had them pick up something to put in their bedrooms, and Garcia snatched away the first thing he saw, some kind of elf with a golden bell attached, just so he wouldn’t have to justify his Grinch tendencies. With the excuse of setting it up in his bedroom, he slipped away and disappeared for a good portion of the day.

He can hear laughs, some sounds that make him wonder if they are trying to tear the place down or what, and at times he almost wishes for the alarm to go off and drag him to another mission.

It’s not that he hates Christmas, he just—Christmas is for family. And he doesn’t have one of those anymore, does he?

He only has a bunch of ex-enemies, most of which tolerate him at best, and call him crazy but he doesn’t feel like cheering with them about how amazing this time of year is. The last time he celebrated he still had Lorena and Iris: they had dinner with her brother, Stiv, and her parents. It was so perfect that he can only wish he hadn’t spent half the time being cranky because of the long drive and pretending not to find Lorena’s overly friendly father way too much to deal with.

(He’s a good man, just loud and so happy—he can imagine that changed. After.)

It’s ridiculous that he has a time machine and yet the only thing he can do is wish for a way back to that time. He wants it so bad it’s tearing him apart from the inside out.

He should learn how to pilot. Then he could drive himself back to happier times, go mad with happy thoughts in his head—he could blow his whole quest to hell, and sometimes that seems a terribly good option, because he’s just tired.

It seems that the holiday cheer is one of those things with the power to drain him.

When the knock at his door comes, he isn’t doing anything worthwhile. Mostly he has been pacing around, emptying drawers only to clean the mess up, and none of it kept his thoughts at bay.

“Yeah?” he calls out, without thinking, and he winces at how tired it sounds.

Lucy comes in with a glass at hand and an hesitant look on her face. She usually doesn’t knock, but then again, he usually isn’t so blatant about locking himself in his room to avoid group activities.

“I, uh—” She takes up the glass in his general direction. “I brought you a drink.”

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Garcy + 54

Prompt: Things you always meant to say but never got the chance.

Warnings: Alcohol abuse, canonical character death, suicide mention.

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For three nights, Flynn has found Lucy on the couch in various states of drunken sorrow.

She never worries about that. He’s always worried.

The first full night after Chinatown, he’d woken her in a near panic. If he hadn’t been kneeling, hadn’t immediately started interrogating her about why she wasn’t in a bedroom, she would have thought they were under attack.

The answers, she thought, were both pre-established and clear on her breath. Her comprehension is fuzzy. It’s just out of reach, now— and she doesn’t care to think about this when sober— but it’s obvious he doesn’t think she should be sleeping out here anymore. The second and third encounters were more matter of fact. He simply guided her back to his room, supporting her with his useable arm like it was the most normal, mundane thing in the world. No words were exchanged.

She’s considered holding off just to see if he’d try and move her well sober. But tonight isn’t the night. It’ll likely never come. He hasn’t yet.

Swaying, Lucy gradually makes her way down the hall, freshest bottle of vodka in hand.

If he’s surprised to see her, she can’t tell.

She makes a beeline for the chair, but Flynn intercepts, taking her alcohol and setting it atop his filling cabinet. He touches her shoulder, lightly pushing her toward the bed. He must think she’s drunker then she is. His other arm is protected in a sling. What if it doesn’t heal right? She goes down, only to try and stop the room’s spanning, and her eyes find the bottle, focuses on it.

“Whas’s in that?” She points just beneath it.

Across the room. having taken the chair, Flynn cocks an eyebrow. “Clothes.”

He’s annoyingly sober. She pulls herself upright and looks pointedly at what he’s taken, then back at him.

“Ah, I can’t. Painkillers.” Yes, the first time he ever handed her a bear in the interest of bonding, when by it’s end she half-wondered if he’d put something in it. Eventually, he realized the problem. He was angry, but assured her it wasn’t with her. She smiles now, perhaps at his fuss then. She’d do anything to get back there.

“You should get some rest.”

“Did you ever apologize to Rufus for getting him shot?”

He becomes stiff, swallows, takes a long time. “No, I didn’t.”

Matter of fact, simple. Lucy doesn’t know what she was expecting, or wanted. At least he didn’t tell Rufus his greatest regret was not going back in time and killing his parents, or something. They weren’t really friends, as far as she can tell. And even if they were, he’s lost so many, his family— he’s probably much better at compartmentalizing.

“But you regret it,” she hears herself say.

“Having him shot or not ever apologizing for it?” His fingers tap on the leather, itch for a bottle. “Yes to both.” He looks away.

“I used to be jealous of you.”

“Oh?”

She almost is right now, at least he’s not a drunk.

“Yeah.” She laughs. He cracks a smile. There’s little to envy about his life, they both know.

“I wanted so badly to do what needed to be done for her. Of course you know! You just— you did it. Just like Wyatt. But I— I knew I couldn’t get away with it. So I waited and waited and waited and right before Chicago— it was my last chance, I knew it might be—” With some horror, she finds herself laughing again. She doesn’t have it in her to cry. “We went after you instead.”

He’s leaning into himself and rubbing his eyes. “I don’t blame you,” she adds as an after thought.

Flynn stills, face covered by his good hand. Lucy stares. Pain and guilt overwhelm her in every direction. When their eyes meet again, it’s at once pleading and firm. “It is not over. We can save her. I will help—”

“No.” Just now, she cannot explain what Emma did. But she needs him to understand anyway. “I’d—” do anything; no. She would not rip apart the world for her sister. Though she’d give her own life in a heartbeat. “You’re just— you’re wrong, okay? It’s not possible.”

He’s in the that position again. “I um, don’t mean that it isn’t possible for your family.”

“Please go to sleep.” His greatly strained, hurt appearance doesn’t change with the request. She looks at the door and wonders if and at what point he’d tell her to leave. Or would he stop her?

Her and Jiya have an unspoken understanding that she can’t help, not as a historian and not as a friend, so she’ll drink until her skills are needed, and they’ll both pretend the other doesn’t exist at night. But leaving this room before morning still feels like a failure, one with a witness. She can’t see a way out: not this war, not this room, not Rufus’ death. Her body weighs her down as the place spins and she hates herself all the more for it.

“If you can’t sleep, I’ll stay up with you.” There’s a tone change, softer but just as desperate, and he isn’t hiding his face anymore. “You can always stay with me.”

It’s his worry and fear that exhausts her enough to lay down for the final time tonight, facing the wall. “I’m not going to kill myself,” she says, feeling dishonest, “if that’s what you’re worried about.”

She doesn’t even realize he’s gotten up until a blanket is clumsily placed over her. His hand lingers a little on her shoulder.

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