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fanart for @thunder-dor‘s julance first kiss scene

17. fics you’ll continue next year

well obviously i gotta write the last chapter of altea rising, and i plan to write the rest of red skies too! i also really want to get back into writing the horse riding au i started like...almost a year ago and haven’t finished yet, oops. and the love bug au as well!! annddd i’ve also just started writing a klance “roman holiday” au so i definitely plan to continue working on that as well.

23. fics you wanted to write but didn’t

hhhh well there’s this big klance canonverse/fix-it fic i’ve been sitting on for like....i dunno more than a year now, which for some reason i’ve just always debated over whether to actually write or not. like i love a lot of the ideas i had for it but also working on it would be a Big Commitment and i just have so many other wips i’m not sure i’ll ever get around to it. but...we’ll see. 

as i think i mentioned in another one of these, i also have a concept for a superhero au that i haven’t started yet...partly because of the “too many wips” problem once again, but also that there’s still some things about it i need to work out. so yeah i’m still not totally sure i’ll write it at this point but i hope to eventually??

27. favorite fanfic author of the year

sdlkfjd tbh it’s probably you jessie, you cranked out so many fucking amazing fics this year what the fuck.... how...

6. lazy morning kisses before they’ve even opened their eyes, still mumbling half-incoherently, not wanting to wake up

She feels it first, before any of her other senses awaken. It’s somewhere in her heart, she thinks, radiating slowly through her and warming her more than her daily dose of coffee ever could. Then it’s the ring on her finger, most likely indenting on her finger from where it’s trapped under Jake’s shoulder. She’s shifting before she processes it, her elbow bracing against his stomach, and her eyes blink open briefly to look at it and smile. But then she’s drifting under again in the soft morning light, falling a bit haphazardly over her fiancé.

His lips twitch under the sudden attack of her hair, and he brushes it away in one or two attempts with the arm Amy hasn’t taken hostage. She giggles softly when his fingers remain on her face, trailing lazy lines on her forehead before she tucks her head further into him, denying him access. When he mutters an indignant complaint, she ghosts kisses to his chest and turns her head slightly to the side.

At best, they’ve gotten nearly two hours of sleep (it was a long night of drinks and phone calls and congratulations and holding each other close, closer.) And while the sheets cocooned around her are warm and intoxicating, the lulls of sleep aren’t what has her longing to stay in just a little bit longer. His skin is warm against hers, and she knows that she’ll have the rest of her life to wake up next to him (and share coffee mugs and car rides and walks to the bodega and late nights on the couch and talking late into the night until their voices fade and fall over and over again.) But she wants this morning, right now, with her head still floating—I love you I love how smart you are I love how beautiful you are—and her smile from last night still shining.

Jake rolls over suddenly, pressing her into the mattress, and mumbles something along the lines of stop thinking so loudly. She presses her lips against his cheek, eyelashes fluttering against his skin as she tries to fight the morning drowsiness long enough to see his face, but he brushes a hand over her ribs in that way that he knows makes her squeal. And she does, trying to turn away from him, but he’s annoyingly blocked her in.

“Shhh,” he whispers against her skin, getting his revenge against her earlier onslaught of kisses. “’M trying to sleep.”

“We’re gonna be late for work,” she whispers back, aware of his lips drifting slowly closer to hers.

He closes the gap, mostly just resting his lips over hers than a proper kiss as he smiles. “I got us the day off weeks ago.”

And then he’s shifting to lie more comfortably beside her, his lips finding a new home against her neck. She frowns, but burrows closer to him with her hands tucked between their chests for warmth. She can feel the sliver of cold where her ring interrupts the contact, and she experimentally runs it over his skin, the feel of it in the soft embrace of morning different than the rush of emotions from the previous night. He falters against her touch.

She stills, though, his warmth and heartbeat under her palm luring her back to sleep. Her thoughts are swimming to her, something about love and home and how adorable her fiancé is for requesting the day off after his proposal, and one final, goofy smile graces her cheeks.

I mean, it's possible she didn't let him in because she wasn't his lion anymore. I don't actually think she was making a choice.

i think blue was making a choice. the lions choose their paladins. this is a fact that has been repeated throughout the series, most notably by coran at the beginning of season 3. if the lions choose who their paladin is, why would they not be able to choose to keep them? 

black chose keith back in season 2, yet keith could still pilot red, because red had still chosen keith. furthermore, shiro could still pilot black in season 2. when shiro returned, allura and coran seemed to have no concerns about keith only being able to pilot red or black. this suggests that it’s possible for a paladin to be able to pilot more than one lion at once, as need be. 

it’s not as if red chose lance before lance approached blue, and thus negated blue’s previous claim. if that were the case, then keith would have been piloting black back in season 2. besides, blue locked lance out before red called for him. she chose to reject him before red chose to accept him. 

I KNOW I KNO W I K N O W

12) answered!

17) Post a line from a WIP that you’re working on.

ok have something super corny from the chapter of red skies i’m currently writing: 

“Lance always enjoyed making other people happy, but it was different with Keith, maybe because it felt like more of a challenge. In any case, there was something that felt particularly rewarding about earning a smile from him––the way he was smiling now––something about the crooked tilt to it and the glint in his eyes that made it feel like a secret between them.”

:3c

25) Have you ever cried whilst writing a story?

hm i don’t cry super easily so not really?? although the other day i did start tearing up thinking about the endings of both red skies and altea rising cuz they’re both gonna be super corny and i’m a sappy bitch 

SLKFDSJ JESSIE!!! you’re like a 20 for me i am truly not worthy 😭💙