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[kasuchi]

//"Why does that dog have Jake's badge?"// When Jake is out of commission for a month, it's up to the squad to solve the case.

I have a new fic!

[kdramagical]

Hi! I'm so glad you loved MISS HAMMURABI as much as I did. If you feel inspired to make more gif sets for the show, would you consider the "I thought boys only liked video games and porn" scene? Also like, any of the Bo Wang / Lee Elijah scenes hahaha. I really hope this gets an S2, or that Go Ara and Kim Myungsoo work together again :)

Hi!! Of course. I’m always inspired to gif it. I’m never getting over that drama. And requests are always welcome. I will post the gifs as soon as possible :)

[kasuchi]

icymi: been posting vignettes

I’ve been posting some short fanfics for B99 over the last several days. They’re usually posted super late at night, so if you’ve missed them click here and scroll through the tag :) 

[kasuchi]

Jake/Amy #52

I already did 52 – but 5 less 2 is 3. 

3) things you said too quietly

Before the bet and all its fallout, before Holt had joined the precinct, it was like this:

Jake, cocksure and vulnerable, teased and bothered and riled Amy, who attempted to act unaffected and even sometimes lobbed one back over the proverbial net. When she got a good hit in, rare as it was, she seldom heard the muttered, "Nice," he sent her way.

Amy, eager and yearning, one-upped Jake constantly. Better arrests, better CIs, better quality of drugs seized even. Rare as it was, when they were paired on a case and Jake had gotten through to the perp, gotten him to talk himself into knots and confess to stabbing a street dealer before making off with the package, Amy stood behind one-way glass and murmured, "Nicely done," alone in a soundproof room.

Jake, all ego and all heart, brings candy and coffee and blue drink on stakeouts with Amy, the car quickly turning into a trash pile of brightly-colored wrappers, and Jake nursing a persistent headache caused by a simultaneous caffeine and sugar crash. Amy, nursing her comically enormous thermos of coffee and with a sensible, insulated lunchbag filled with fruit and cheese and nuts, rolls her eyes and hands him aspirin and a water bottle. Later, she's too far away to hear him say his thanks.

Amy, who needs a plan and who probably could use a breather, finds that the next time Jake brings a jar of peanut butter, some apples (pre-sliced, of course, but still), and a wrap from the deli that's got lettuce on it, for her. She says, "Thank you," around a mouthful of food, behind a hand for politeness, but Jake is too busy spotting the perp.

Jake, sarcastic and sweet in equal measure, goes into court to testify in a complicated, messy case that he closed six months ago. He's worked 15 cases since then, and this one is fuzzy on the details. When the defense attorney trips him up by pointing to a form he didn't file, the prosecution enters it into evidence, and he sees it. It's Amy's careful handwriting that stares back up at him, in blue pen, and he relaxes visibly. Later, when he sees her, he'll say, "I'm glad you had my back," and she will assume it's about something else.

Amy, determined and dubious of her own potential for success in equal measure, is under the most intense cross-examination fire of her life -- so intense even the judge calls a recess. Amy is in the hallway, elbows on her knees and forehead pressed against her fists, trying to recall the breathing exercises from her de-stress relaxation workshop, when a hand lands on her shoulder. She jerks and Jake is there, dressed in his plainclothes and grinning. When asked what he's doing there, he says he's supporting his partner (eyebrows raised like that's obvious) and says she's doing great. The bailiff chooses that moment to call everyone back in. Amy stands, but Jake is gone even as she says, "I'm glad you were here."  

One time, it's New Year's Eve, and they're drinking shitty champage from coffee mugs at midnight, both of them stuck on the graveyard shift on the worst night of the year. Jake and Amy clink mugs, and Jake says, "You're pretty decent partner," the bubbles going to his head. They're nine months from Holt, six months from McGinley announcing his retirement, 10 days from the bet.

Amy sips her champagne, letting the fizz roll over her tongue. "You're all right, too," she replies. And the silence between them after that is warm despite the winter chill.

[kasuchi]

'She looks both ways before kissing him on the sidewalk.' Jake has a suspicion.

I wrote some fic. It’s a post-ep for 2x07 “The Mattress” and from Jake’s POV. 

EDIT: also, thank you @romantic--stylez for a quick beta read :) 

[kasuchi]

250 Followers!

omg you guys! thank you! 

[blithers]

I decided I couldn't commit to yuletide this year, even though I'd totally nail HAMILTON fic given that I saw the play before I moved West. I would love to do treats, I just ... don't know how? No one ever explained how treats happen, to me. And no one ever writes guides to pinch hitting or treats, just Yuletide sign ups

Totally understandable!  I 100% understand how that goes.

And treating for Yuletide is super easy, all you need to do is:

Find somebody to treat by browsing the letters spreadsheet.

Write yo treat (of at least 1000 words)!

Go to the Yuletide 2015 collection and click the “Post to Collection” button in the upper right-hand corner.

In the field “Gift this work to” put the AO3 name of your recipient you’re gifting the treat to.

Then post your fic like normal.

TREATING DONE, BOOM.

Also, I think @ghostcat3000 reblogged a nice guide to pinch hitting for Yuletide recently, let me see if I can find that and reblog as well - I’ll tag you on it.

[storieswithnancy]

kasuchi replied to your post:imaginarycircus answered your question:Nanowrimo...

i’m the same problem – i fell out of the habit (cross country move and three weeks of traveling and depression and so on will do that to a person) and am scrambling to get back except i have NO TIME omg

wait you moved?? I didn’t realize! I know you used to be east coast, right?

But yes. I have no time either, but doesn’t NaNo get the competitive juices flowing? For me at least... I HATE failing, maybe that’s it, but I rock word counts when there’s a graph telling me if I’m behind. Plus, it’ll give us back the habit. (I do wish, sometimes, that it wasn’t November because it comes before December and habits are HARD to keep up through the holidays.)