some peaceful wip ☀️
some peaceful wip ☀️
i’m really obsessed with them help😩
harlivy do their best
first harlivy wip in 2022💥
can’t wait for christmas
gay people breathe deeply
redrawing some comic page with harlivy
I'm fighting for life...
my beloved harls and pammy are finally reunited😌
another harlivy wip lol
@joufancyhuh made a new (well, new then) author interview tag, and tagged me in it, so here goes!
Name: I’ll answer to anything but cishet, honestly.
Top 5 Fandoms Written: I think I’ve only written for five fandoms?? Mass Effect Trilogy, DC Comics, Digimon, Hunger Games, Valor Series (kinda)
Top 5 Fandoms You Want To Write For/More: I mean, DC Comics and Mass Effect are still my top obsessions. I started a POTC Jack Sparrow origin fic yeeeears ago but it’s all but shelved. Maybe finish my Hunger Games fic? #JohannaDeservedBetter
Stories You Wish More People Knew About: Always Spare Parts. That story is my pride and joy. Also the Kord Center Mall series I’m writing with @scifi-ginger. We’ve put a lot of thought into this self-indulgent crossover verse.
Ship(s) Written The Most: Shenko, Jayrose, Poisonquinn (aka Harlivy, but I like my ship name better.)
Character(s) Written The Most: Femshep.
How Many OCs You Have: Three main squeezes (All Sheps), but I also have an upcoming Salty Shep and a couple lesser known Ryders.
How Many Series You Have: 6
What Do You Do With Fics You’re No Longer Interested In? They sit idlily waiting for judgement. Even if I’m no longer interested in them, some readers are (no seriously, I STILL get comments on my Digimon fics to this DAY. Kind of disturbing, considering how awful I was at writing back then.)
Coming Soon/Not Yet Started: My Supergirl x Livewire commish! Putting some finishing touches on the ending. Also posting a new Cass Shep fic called Sins of the Father this weekend, barring any acts of God or Satan. XD
Not yet started? Let’s not go there. I have enough WIP’s as it is. >_>
Line From A WIP: She ducks in behind him, and the fight lines out in front of her like a roll of film.
Do You Accept Prompts? I don’t seek them out as it takes me forever to write anything and I feel bad. But! I prioritize writing commissions so that’s a guaranteed way to get a prompt written faster.
How Do You Feel About Kudos? Great! I treat them like names in a guest book. “Oh look! A friend read my fic and liked it! How lovely!”
Do You Read Fic As Well? Not as much as I used to, sadly. I go through smutty one shots pretty quickly, but it takes me forever to get through a long fic as I usually read them during lunch breaks at work (if I get lunch breaks at work.)
Tagging: @alyssalenko and @ma-sulevin, if you want to play.
pairing(s): yelena belova x reader summary: yelena says “i love you” for the first time. just fluff, really. oh, and a bit of protective!yelena.
word count: ~700
warnings: brief mention of yelena’s canonical traumatic childhood/adolescence, but beyond that... none? i think?
notes: idk just needed a break from other stuff.. my harlivy wip and the series i’ve been working on lately where everything be long asf. also yelena can get it so
“I don’t want to go,” Yelena tells you, lips pushed out to form an adorable pout.
Petulance rolls off of her in waves. You’re sure that if you weren’t currently in her lap right now, she’d have her arms crossed like a sullen kid who didn’t get their way.
“And I told you, that’s okay,” you reassure her, tucking a stray lock of dirty-blonde hair behind her ear and reveling in how she doesn’t flinch away from the contact. It’s taken you the better part of a year to get to this place—this place where you can reach out and touch and she’s not thinking about Russia or the other dancers or about how touching only ever used to mean violence where she was concerned. “You don’t have to come with me. I’d never ask you to do something you didn’t want to do.”
“But you’re still going.” It’s not a question.
You shrug, tracing a mindless pattern along the nape of Yelena’s neck to soothe her. “I promised Ellie I’d swing by, even if only for a bit.”
She knows this, and you know she knows this; you’d spoken about it earlier this week.
Still, you’re more than content to indulge playing out the same conversation a hundred times over if it’ll give Yelena some peace of mind.
“I don’t want you going alone,” Yelena says firmly. “It’s too dangerous.”
“I won’t be alone,” you assure her. “Ellie will be there.”
“Ellie once took ketamine before going on a Tinner date.”
“Tinder,” you correct her gently, though you can’t help the way your lips tug into a fond grin at Yelena’s recollection. You remember telling her about it, but it was late and she was half-asleep and about a minute after you finished your story, she started snoring.
“Whatever,” Yelena grumbles, pale cheeks tinged with pink, her accent a little heavier than it was before now that you’ve flustered her. “My point is, she’s unreliable, and I don’t trust her to keep you safe.”
“You worry too much,” you tell her honestly, even if you know it won’t make a difference.
“I’m going with you.”
Wait. What? That part was not on the script.
You raise your brows, searching her for a hint of insincerity. “Baby, you hate parties.”
“I do,” she agrees, her features a mask of hardened resolve. “But I hate not knowing if you’re okay a lot more.”
Warmth blooms in your chest at her admission. “Yelena…” you trail off, brow creased with worry. “I don’t want you to come with me just because you think you have to, and then end up having a terrible time.” You tilt your jaw up to place a feather-light kiss on her nose. “You hate parties,” you repeat once more, your voice scarcely above a whisper.
“I hate parties,” Yelena concedes. “But I love you.”
And God, but the look in her eyes is just so damn warm and affectionate and raw, your heart feels like bursting through your chest. You almost miss the fact that she’s never said—
Wait. Did she just say she loved me?
“Wait. Did you just say you love me?” Smooth.
Yelena swallows thickly, jaw tightly clenched, her eyes never leaving yours. “Yes,” she says softly. “Is… Is that alright?”
You want to say ‘Yes.’ You want to say ‘That’s more than alright.’ You want to say ‘I love you, too, Yelena. So, so much.’
But the words don’t come. For the very first time in your entire life, you’re at a loss—well and truly speechless.
All you can manage is a frantic nod before crashing your lips into hers, bruising yourself with a kiss that’s open-mouthed and messy, fumbling and desperate in every way.
You think you groan or maybe she does, but it’s muffled and her mouth is so warm and the slow drag of her tongue against your own is fucking glorious, and… Fuck.
You’ve never been the best with words, but right now, you don’t have to be. Right now, the way she’s kissing you—like you’re oxygen and she’s desperate to breathe—is everything.
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end notes: uhh i wrote this like a couple days ago and it’s just been sitting in my notes.. figured i’d post. also i made myself laugh writing the tinder part because i think i’m hilarious. also this one girl i know did in fact take ketamine before going on a tinder date and she ended up yakking all over the dudes d**k. <3 anyways—
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