There's no need to dance around it - Ymir is an aimless freshman at Sina University with nothing but work and studying to do; that's the way she likes it. No people to care for and nothing to worry about, really. When she catches a half-assed grin while walking to class, though, that was the end of it all. (Summary is in 3rd, story is in 2nd. Will update once a month.)

She laughed at that – almost like a cackle – but in the end she nuzzled back into you with a muttered "maybe" and fell back to sleep. As did you. It wasn't until later, at a reasonable hour, that you woke up to dress for the day. Marceline lazed around for a while longer in the bed before picking her clothes off the floor to dress herself in. (spoilers from season 6 episode 22)

The door is creaking, opening and closing ever so slightly in anticipation of your arrival. Or perhaps the door is haggard and groaning its protest. Either way, the curtain's wave is humbly asking you to come into the abode, just as Ymir is; truth be told, you're scared.

Stars mean that look she always gives you. That one with the most stupid, most honest smile, which makes you look away and try to count the lights speckled on the water. Whenever you glance back, she'll always shut her eyes and lean toward you, using her body to ask you to – (rated M for reasons that could easily be gathered by the summary.)

"Better quiet down. Don't wanna get caught now, do we?" (Rated M for reasons that can easily be gathered by the summary.)

After a week of deliberation about a lifetimes worth of experiences and new ones I want to have, I decided I was ready. (Rated M for reasons that I think should be easily gathered fromt he summary.) The second part of the Voices series.

Her gaze meets Meenah's and she's immediately sorry. Meenah's lower lip is trembling with the force of her pout. She doesn't cry, though. She tries to suck it up. After a sniffle or two, she stands up straighter. (Babysitter AU, no shipping, humanstuck)

You're wondering when she'll let go. She hasn't dropped your hand yet. But then again, you haven't dropped hers either. Your palm and hers are sweaty, but she keeps it in her grasp, leading you. You two walk in silence. Only the crunching of dirt, the cracking of branches, and the subtle sound of the wind filling the otherwise noiseless air.

POV switch from ymir to christa on the second and final chapter. 2nd person. Her eyes are closing and yours are too. Should you do this? Is this really what you want to get into? It's too late for that, though./ This is your chance, Christa. She's not paying attention to you, she's off in her own world.

It's here reading under this broken cork screw tree on top of a grassy knoll, with the last of light from sunset in the warm air, reading soundlessly as I steal glances at her fidgeting form, that I can simply bask in the emotions I hold for her. The first part to the Voices series on this site.

She just keeps on going off. You had no idea you made her this angry, this upset. This hurts. So much. You hurt her so badly for your own selfish reasons. You need to stop her. Tell her how you really feel. Do it. Do it – NOW. The third fic on this site to the Voices series.

Don't you think this is already past moiraillagiance territory? Isn't it past the point of no return?

He might not see you...but you see him.

She's still smiling at you. God, what are you supposed to do? Think, Jane. Think. What do you do now? You're not quite sure why she's interested in you in the first place. You're not the best looker in town. You think of yourself as a "plain Jane" – literally. You're so awkward with this – the silence has gone on for far too long.

(Written before the 10/23/12 - 10/25/12 updates) Lines are crossed, lullabies are sung.

We always came back to each other as soon as our business was finished. Half a sweep went by in this way – nights and days blurred in her arms, Alternian suns and moons passing in a sluggish haze that I didn't mind, so long as everything stayed like this. (Trigger warning: Implied rape)

When they won the game and won the new universe, Rose and Kanaya made a hive – house – together. (Made before the 10/23/12 – 10/25/12 updates. The next fic after First Time. OC. Fourth fic of four. )

Rose plays the devil's advocate when Kanaya hesitates on sex.(Each chapter is from the POV of the person named in the chapter title. Made before the 10/23/12 – 10/25/12 updates. The next fic after Fears and Doubts. Third fic of four. )

Everyone has their fears and everyone has their doubts. It's a matter of who is there when it counts. (Each chapter is from the POV of the person named in the chapter title. Made before the 10/23/12 – 10/25/12 updates. The next fic after Freudian Slips. Second fic of four. )

Rose wants to tell Kanaya her feelings. Kanaya makes a Freudian slip. (Each chapter is from the POV of the person named in the chapter title. Made before the 10/23/12 – 10/25/12 updates. First fic of four. )

You don't want to see anything that reminds you of what you are, or who you are. You only come out when you know Dirk isn't there. At this point, even Mutie knows not to go near you. It's your chance to be alone. In the end, isn't that all you are? All you deserve to be? (The next one after Null and Void. Third of three fics.)

Roxy Lalonde, you're the Rogue. ... You have cried many times over how she'll never love you like Jake – they're reoccurring thoughts over and over. It even happened at your first sleepover with her. The things she does though, what she says to you – it keeps bringing your hopes up. (The next part to The Ass Effect. The second of three fics.)

What is wrong with you, Rose Lalonde? No, that is alright. Keep staring. You are sure she will not notice. In fact, stare harder. Maybe, if you stare hard enough, you will be able to see past her into a different dimension.

Dirk always talked about asses – you humored him because it was just something fun and silly to do. He talked about any kind of ass from smuppet booty to real badonkadonks. Dirk was an ass guy. That was his thing. Now you know it runs in the family. (The first of three fics)