#MY BRAIN WON'T STOP AND THINK OF MY CURRENT FICS

[sundrop-writes]

Hiii !! I wanted to request a reaction for Derek, Emily and Spencer

When Single Parent! Reader (GN is fine !!) has to bring their daughter to the BAU for a little bit and she won't stop following the Character around and doesn't want to leave "her new friend" when its time to go? Thank you sm in advance if you write it !! 💕💕

i might swing by later with a dif request, this was the first thing my sleep ridden brain blessed me with ;p

I love this so much (I have been in such a parent fic mood since writing the Dad Spence fic, Star thank you so much) - I think this idea is so adorable, I love it!!!

(I wrote Derek's part and then trailed off and left this in my drafts for a few days, so sorry if there's a huge disconnect between the characters' parts. Ooops.)

Requests are currently - OPEN

How would Derek Morgan, Emily Prentiss, and Spencer Reid react to your daughter becoming attached to them? (Derek, Emily, and Spencer x GN!Reader)

Warnings: mentions of corporate/white collar crimes (embezzlement, etc.); mentions of the reader being threatened by white collar criminals, mentions of criminals threatening to kill a child; as it says in the title, the reader has a daughter but the reader's gender is not described in any way; surprisingly, for this one, I didn't give the daughter a name. idk, I think that's it. (Edit: now fixed so that the reader is actually fully GN and I am so sorry about the mistake before!!!)

It was a pretty basic case. You were an attorney working on a large company merger - you had found evidence of millions of dollars being embezzled, and when you had copied the files with the intention of bringing them to the IRS, you had started receiving threatening letters. It weighed on your conscience - you knew that the men who ran the company had more than enough money and resources to make you disappear, likely leaving your daughter an orphan, leaving her to wonder what had happened to you for the rest of her life. When you received another letter with photos of your daughter at her preschool attached, now threatening her - you had made your decision fully.

You took your files and evidence to the BAU - you had met Rossi at a seminar he gave, talking about how sociopathy is incredibly common in corporate circles - how sociopaths do very well in corporate jobs due to their driven, goal oriented, emotionless nature. And warning signs to look out for if someone is using those traits to cross into dangerous territory. It was a seminar you had gone to out of curiosity, but you were glad that you had taken his card and you were able to contact him now.

He invited you to the BAU, and the team offered to take your case - to find out who was threatening you and bring them to justice.

Derek found you incredibly beautiful.

He was intrigued by your looks at first, and when Hotch mentioned that someone needed to interview you and get the full details from you in order for the team to get a better perspective on the case, Derek volunteered immediately. He hadn't gotten a full briefing - too eager to get to talk to you.

He came into the room with a bottle of water for you, looking to comfort you with his smile and his charms, and he was surprised when Penelope came back into the room and a small girl came barreling toward you, incredibly excited to tell you that she had gotten M&Ms from the vending machine (which Penelope had taken her to).

Typically, Derek didn't go for people who had kids. Any other time, with any other person - it would have immediately turned him off. It would have dampened your attractiveness in his eyes. He generally had a 'no single parents' policy, because he thought that dating someone with kids was just a lot of baggage. But seeing you - he was immediately taken with you. And seeing you with your daughter, somehow made you instantly more attractive.

And he thought the way that you scooped your daughter up into your lap and let her feed you M&Ms with her chubby little fingers was all too cute. It was unprofessional, but the case definitely wasn't the only thing on his mind that day.

Penelope took your daughter out of the room again while Derek interviewed you, and it was only when you spoke of the fear you felt for your daughter - the potential of her being her by the anonymous person, that you actually teared up. Derek couldn't help but to pull you in close, holding you tight in an effort to comfort you (secretly loving how tightly you hugged him back) - and it was in that moment that he vowed to himself that he would do whatever it took to protect you and your child. He would always keep the two of you out of harm's way.

And he certainly tried his hardest to accommodate your daughter when he found out that the two of you would be sticking around the office for the day - to ensure that you would be protected until the team found out who had sent the threats. He got her a kids meal with a toy when he ordered lunch, he knew there wasn't much in the office in the way of "toys" - but he swung by Garcia's office borrowed something she had that was fuzzy and lights up (with the promise of returning it) and he scrounged up a blank pad of paper and some coloured pens so your daughter could have something to do.

It wasn't surprising when she excitedly ran over to his desk and gave him a picture she had drawn of him - a very cartoonish muscled man with his same facial hair and an eggish bald head. His exaggerated features in the picture made you and Morgan laugh, and before you left the BAU for the day (when your safety was assured and the local police were on their way to arrest the men who had made the threats to you) - you found a different pen and wrote your number on the bottom corner of the picture for him.

He knew that something in you had changed him when he started thinking about taking you on a first date in the park - something your daughter could enjoy as well, rather than considering what bar or late night restaurant he was going to take you to.

Emily was surprised by the entire thing.

She hadn't been around children since, well - she was one. Due to events in her past, and due to the way her mother treated her, she never imagined herself being a parent. Ever. She was someone who thought that she was just naturally terrible with kids, like her own mom was. She hadn't met the person she thought that she could settle down with, so she never thought that kids were in the cards for her. So it definitely caught her off guard when your daughter seemed to take to her like a duck to water.

It was in her natural instinct to comfort you. You were so shaken up about the whole thing, the anonymous danger lurking in your life - and she took some extra time to assure you that things were going to be okay, that the team was the best, and they were going to catch whoever was doing this.

She thought it was a natural kindness to get down on your daughter's level and ask what she was playing with, to compliment her cute little doll and then take her down the hallway to grab a snack to give you a few minutes to breathe. The little girl was sweet and Emily didn't mind spending some extra time with her.

On their way back along, your daughter plucked a crossword puzzle book off Emily's desk and asked what it was, and Emily explained it - so then she took a few minutes to find some crosswords for children online and printed them out, and when she came to delivery them, alone with some pens, your daughter enthusiastically asked if Emily would sit and 'show her' - and while you said that Emily was busy and had other work to do, Emily shrugged and said she had a few minutes to spare. Again, she thought it was common manners, sitting with the girl on her lap while she guided her through the puzzles, praising her intellect when she got the answers right.

She didn't see the way you were looking at the pair, pure affection bubbling up in your eyes.

When the day was over, and it was cleared as safe for you and your daughter to return home, the little girl let out a loud complaint that she didn't want to leave her 'new friend Emily' - and Emily couldn't have predicted the way that those words tugged at something in her chest. She didn't know what led her to kneeling down at the girl's level, promising to see her that weekend when she had a free day - that was, if you didn't mind. Getting nothing but a bright smile from you, and feeling a certain spark there.

(She had to resist the urge to punch Morgan in the ribs when she walked back to her desk to nothing but teasing, how she was getting 'the whole family package' on 'her first date'.)

Spencer found the whole thing (secretly) adorable.

It is no secret that Spencer loves kids. He is very good with kids, and it's clear by the way he acts around kids that he definitely wants kids of his own someday. He hasn't met 'the one' yet - the person that he's going to have kids with. Whether that's through the natural, old-fashioned way or through adoption. But he did always imagine that if he raised kids of his own, it would be from infancy.

He never imagined that the person he was meant to be with would stumble into his life with a child that was already walking and talking - but when he met you and your daughter, it felt so right. Even if the circumstances were a bit dark.

He interviewed you about the whole situation, and when you apologized for crying and getting emotional, he was quick to assure you that it was natural - you were shaking, and though Spencer was usually someone to avoid touch, he found his need to hold you so overwhelming. He didn't regret his choice to wrap his arms around you when you hugged him back tightly.

When your daughter burst into the room (no longer occupied making paper airplanes with Emily and JJ), she was quick to ask why you were crying, extending out a small chubby finger to point at you, seemingly warbling with half-baked tears of her own at seeing you so upset. Spencer knelt down and assured her that everything was going to be okay, and then he moved to distract her by taking the little paper airplane out of her hand and telling her that he knew a trick to make it fly so much farther.

And he did. It was simple aerodynamics and folding techniques. And then they stood near the top of the bullpen, silently trying to get Morgan to look up by flying planes onto his desk - and the man couldn't bring himself to get too mad when he heard childish giggling coming from your daughter every few minutes.

You truly felt those butterflies for Spencer turn into more when he showed your daughter a trick that ended with a fake flower somehow coming out of his sleeve - something feathery and pink that he tucked behind her ear for her to keep, having her smiling and laughing brightly on a day where you had been wracked with worry, fearing for her life.

By the time the day was over and both of your safety was assured, you weren't surprised that she didn't want to leave him. And you made the bold move, telling him (rather than asking him) - that he should come over for dinner and a movie on Saturday, and then leaning over to gently whisper in his ear that the two of you could enjoy a another, more adult flick after your daughter was tucked into bed. Your daughter was too excited at the prospect of seeing Spencer again, tugging on his pant leg, waiting for him to agree - and he was speechless at the implications of what you had said.

He couldn't even think of the word 'no' if he tried.

So, it was a date, then.

Criminal Minds Masterlist

#star-mum #interactions #requests #requested #criminal minds #criminal minds fanfiction #derek morgan x reader #derek morgan #emily prentiss x reader #emily prentiss #spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #criminal minds x you #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds fic

[scribbledghost]

Ambush

Pairing: Elder Yautja (T'Kua) x Reader (gender neutral, no Y/N)

Rating: PG-13

Word count: 1,911

Warnings: violence, minor character death, angst, fluff, hostage situation, one suggestive line of dialogue

Note: I've had this idea bouncing around in my brain for weeks, so have a fic. Lemme know what you think of my boy T'Kua :)

Dawn has just broken over the jungle horizon when you are wrenched from your slumber. You are groggy as sleep leaves you, just barely registering that T'Kua, your mate and the elder in charge of the hunting party currently camped here, has launched out of your shared bed and begun to hastily don his armor.

"What's going on?" you ask as the sounds of war meet your ears.

Something is wrong. Very, very wrong. The camp should be secure. There should be no fighting here.

You stand just as T'Kua finishes gearing up, intending to go outside to inspect the surroundings, when he puts an urgent hand up to you.

Stay, the action says. A command you reluctantly accept.

With that, T'Kua grabs his biohelmet and leaves the tent. In the flash of the outside world you see as the flaps close behind him, you see only smoke and chaos.

You pace around the tent as the sounds of gunfire, screams, and screeches meet your ears.

Humans, you realize. There should be none of those on this planet, save for you. Every fiber of your being longs to run outside, to try and see if you can aid in the conflict. But you know that if humans are indeed in the camp, then they are just as likely to shoot anything that moves before they realize you are one of their own kind.

You shudder to think of what T'Kua would do should that come to pass.

Time is meaningless within the tent. It could have been minutes or even hours before the commotion outside abruptly halts. You strain your ears, knowing the humans are speaking outside, but they are just far enough to where you cannot parse their words. So you take the opportunity to peek outside of the tent flaps.

Your stomach drops at what you see.

T'Kua is on his knees before a squad of heavily armed men, arms strung out to the side.

Clever, you think. He can't reach his detonation device without both hands.

The rest of the hunting party, T'Kua's brothers and fellow yautja you've come to bond with as well, stand tersely around their leader.

Some are injured, a fact made evident by the spatters of bright green blood clinging to their bodies. Their weapons are lowered, but you can tell each of them are like tightly strung bows, ready to strike at a moment's notice.

The humans' weapons are trained on T'Kua, and before you can stop yourself, you launch yourself from the tent into a run towards him.

"Stop!" you cry.

T'Kua's helmet jerks towards you, a pained growl leaving him as you sprint in his direction. You pay it little mind as you skid to a stop in front of him, arms spread wide as if mimicking his posture.

"Stop," you pant, "don't kill him."

You faintly hear one of the men in the firing squad utter an "oh, what the fuck" under his breath.

The air is thick with tension. Again, time matters little. You aren't sure how long you stand there, arms out in a feeble attempt to protect your mate, before the lead human lowers his gun.

"...What the hell are you protecting that... thing for?" he asks.

You pause as you think of how to explain it in a way they would understand. You know immediately they would never fathom that T'Kua is your mate; that you have the same sense to protect him as he does for you. You are unsure if they would even understand that the hunting party, and by extension the yautja as a whole, are your people. You've been with them for years. You feel more kinship with them than you ever had with other humans during your years on Earth.

"Don't kill them," you say, a desperate attempt to skirt the question and refocus on the issue at hand. "They won't harm you if you're not a threat."

Too late for that, you think. Even if the humans were to drop their weapons now, they had already sealed their own fate when they ambushed the camp. Still, it was all you could think of in the moment.

A low, furious growl from behind you undermines your statement.

"Bullshit," another man says. "They've killed five of our men already."

"Because you ambushed us," you reply.

The leader huffs a sarcastic laugh. One that settles coldly in your bones.

"Us," he repeats. "Looks like they've got you thinkin' you're one of them and not some pet for 'em to kill off when they've... had their fun."

You would've understood the implication even if he hadn't raked his eyes down your form with a salacious grin as he said it.

Another growl from behind you - this time coupled with the sound of straining rope and several other angry chuffs from T'Kua's brothers.

You want to refute the man's claim. Try and reason with him. But the atmosphere is much too tense for that now. One more foul insinuation and you can't promise a safe outcome for anyone - human or yautja.

"Look, I don't know why you're here," you say, "but if you just let us go, we'll-"

"No."

The sound chills you. T'Kua rarely speaks ooman, such language typically reserved for quiet moments between the two of you. But this is no soft moment.

"They die."

The world stills for a breath that seemed to stretch into eternity.

"Any of you freaks move a muscle," the leader says before pointing his gun at you, "and your little pet dies first."

A pause. You can practically hear the gears turning in T'Kua's head as he wracks his brain to come up with a plan. In the meantime, the lead human speaks again.

"We're from United Corp," he states. The name doesn't ring a bell, but then again, you've been away from Earth for years. "Here to scout."

You faintly hear T'Kua behind you, speaking in yautja tongue to his brothers. You can only pick up on a few words as the man drones on before you.

Ready.

Kill.

Protect.

Then, just barely loud enough for you to hear, T'Kua utters one more word in ooman.

Down.

You drop to the ground, hands over your head as guns fire, ropes snap, and yautja screech. Your eyes are pinched closed against the dirt, faintly registering the sounds of death on both sides and the feeling of a heavy presence above you.

It isn't long before the sounds of carnage end, replaced by an unsettling quiet that's punctuated by heavy breathing. You flinch as you feel a hand gently touch your shoulder, then relax when it is followed by a familiar quiet chittering.

"Over," T'Kua says softly. "Safe."

You roll onto your back before opening your eyes, seeing your mate hovering above you. A couple of his tendrils are severed, and there appears to be a deep gash along his left shoulder. It comes as a sudden shock as you realize he accepted injury in exchange for shielding you. You push yourself upwards, sitting upright as you try to wrap your arms around his torso. You allow only a moment of quiet tenderness before you're moving to stand.

"We... we need to leave," you say. "They might not be the only scouting party here."

T'Kua nods and stands with you. You watch as he bows his head, then follow his gaze to find two of his brothers lifting another's lifeless body and carrying him in the direction of your cloaked ship nearby.

There will be plenty of time to mourn once the ship is in orbit. For now, you follow T'Kua's lead and bow your head for a moment before going back to your tent to pack your things.

T'Kua is conspicuously solemn as he gathers the pelts on your shared bed. Something deeper than grief. It isn't until you catch him staring at the detonation device on his wrist that it hits you.

In yautja culture, when one loses a hunt, it's over. Yautja either return victorious, or they do not return at all. T'Kua had been captured. Despite the fact that he had ultimately won in the end, in his mind, he had lost the hunt. He lost one of his own. As their elder, it is his duty to watch over them.

Of course, death is an accepted outcome of every hunt for a yautja. But that does little to ease the pain.

You wish to comfort him. Wish to reassure him that he had not lost. But time is of the essence, and there is little left to spare as you continue to silently dismantle and carry the hunting camp back onto the ship.

Watching T'Kua pilot the ship away from the planet you've called home for the past several months is bittersweet. The hunt is not finished, but it cannot be helped. Yautja do not know the concept of retreating, but given the unknown number of more humans on the planet and the lack of preparation that comes with it, it is better to return to Yautja Prime for now until more reconnaissance can be done. You have little doubt that this is the last time you've seen this planet.

Injuries are quickly tended to before the yautja return to the front of the ship to mourn. Once the proper funerary rites are performed for T'Kua's brother and the ship is bound for home, you follow your mate to his quarters. As the door closes, you tenderly grab his wrist and remove the detonator from it.

"You did not fail," you say softly as you sit the device on a shelf.

T'Kua removes his biohelmet and places it next to your bed. He turns to you, resting a hand against your cheek.

"Almost... lost you," he says slowly. "Did... lose..."

"I know," you answer, placing your hand atop his. "but you killed the enemy. The rest of us are safe. I'm safe. You did not fail."

"When you came to me," T'Kua says, then pauses, "...scared. Very scared."

It is nearly unheard of for T'Kua to admit fear, but he will do so when it comes to you. Perhaps not when others are present, but you know he fears for your safety. And you know that today did not do anything to assuage that fear.

You decide not to discuss it further. There is no need to. Instead, you reach up to his shoulder to run a hand along the skin near his now-healing wound as you look at the several tendrils that are now considerably shorter than the rest.

"You got wounded protecting me," you say softly.

"Is nothing," he responds. "You are mate. Will kill for mate. Will die for mate."

You need no reassurances to know he means it.

T'Kua removes the rest of his weapons and armor with your aid, placing them in their proper places before you reach for him and guide him to bed. Yautja Prime is a long way away, and the others are more than capable of piloting the ship in the time it will take for T'Kua to rest.

He lies with you, pulling you to him before you close your eyes and focus on his heartbeat beneath your ear. You will be surprised if he actually sleeps, but you suppose any rest at all is better than none.

He runs a tender mandible along the crown of your head as holds you tighter.

#yautja #yautja x reader #predator #predator x reader #ghost scribbles

[thebibliosphere]

Fellow adhd writer, how do I stick with a single topic and finish it? I could always manage my academic papers well enough but I’ve been trying to write fic for the last few years and can’t ever seem to finish one before another idea grabs me and I keep following one idea after the other

So, the way I manage that, is I often have more than one project going on at once. Being able to alternate between them provides my shiny crow brain with enough stimulation and variety to prevent me from getting bored.

I also keep a word document of "random thoughts that won't leave me tf alone," where I scribble things down to get the idea and impulse to follow it out of my head.

If I still can't stop thinking about it, I'll start planning it out. Devoting that level of attention to something will do one of two things for me. One, I'll have the outline for my next WIP done, or two, my brain will go, "aw, you want to make this into work?" and drop it like a hot potato.

To make progress on current projects, I set small daily goals. On average days, my minimum creative word count is 500.

Which, by the way, is often on par with the goal professional, award-winning writers set for themselves. Being able to write tens of thousands of words in a day sure is a thing some people are capable of (I am when I'm hyperfixating), but it's not sustainable, and you may be setting yourself up for burnout--especially if you try to maintain it longterm.

On bad days, I will reduce it to "okay, let's do a half hour and see how far I get." If I'm able to trap my attention, great. I'll keep going until I meet my goal.

If I can't, I accept that today is a low-attention day and acknowledge that I likely need more sleep, food, or stimulating recreation to give my brain both a rest and a boost. I do not consider these lost or failed days. They are all part of the productive, creative cycle and necessary. This is true whether you are NT or ND.

Body doubling can also be very helpful for those of us who work better with others present. I do body doubling with friends or people in my Discord sometimes. (Starting that up again soon, folks, just as soon as I get the okay to start working more from the eye doctor!) So if that sounds like something you'd enjoy, try asking friends if they'd like to set time aside to write together. Shared productivity can be beneficial for keeping ADHD and other flavors of ND on track.

If you lose all interest in a project. Shelve it and follow one of the other WIPS. Sometimes you need to be in a better place to work on certain things, and that's okay.

Some people thrive with a stricter structure than that, but this is what works for me. Small goals, allowing myself the time to follow diversions (while also trying to meet daily goals), and taking the time out to ensure I'm getting enough good stimulation in other ways. Took me a while in therapy to figure out a healthy work-life balance, but that's mine.

I hope that helps or provides a greater sense of solidarity.

#adult adhd #writing with adhd

[tikus-library]

"The Look"

Avengers AU - Quick Fic

Characters: Sam Wilson, Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, Reader

Posted: Jan 20th

WARNINGS: none, idiots being idiots

A/N: I was at the laundromat yesterday when I saw the gif and needed to write something- so gave this.

Like, Comments, & Reblogs are always appreciated and loved.

**Please Do Not Repost or 'Fix' My Work**

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“Here comes Y/N! Do the thing- do the thing!” Sam elbowed him, shit eating grin in place.

Bucky sighed with his entire soul, “Sam, it doesn't do anything, it's just a look, that's all, it doesn't matter”

“If it doesn't matter then do it.”

“Why would I?” He shot back as Sam stopped, shifted his hip out and crossed his arms.

Sam rolled his eyes to Steve, “he won't do the thing!”

“Steve get your friend”

“He's more your friend than mine these days pal,” Steve chuckled.

“Here she comes… you should see how she reacts to it, you'd understand me Steve, this one here is just an idiot.”

Bucky narrowed his eyes as Steve shrugged, shook his head and raised his hands in classic ‘I don't know’ fashion. “fine-” he bit out, stepping out between them and tipping his head down and looking up at you.

Today couldn't get worse. Today everything was wrong. Today every file that was sent to you was backwards or upside down, some were even corrupted and Tony thought it was the funniest shit, as if you could be any later now you had to do a quick debriefing of the three stooges that were currently coming back in from a mission and really as if you didn't get enough shoved on your plate– wonderful, you perked up realizing the three were right there, together, you could get it done in five minutes as long as you heckled them.

You could just stare at Steve or Sam. They were good, wholesome, wonderful guys that were not the sergeant. Not that Bucky wasn't wholesome or handsome– actually he was very handsome, distractingly so, especially when he smiled, or put his hand through his hair, or just breathed in your general vicinity.

Speaking of the Sergeant you saw him step forwards and meet your gaze, head dropping, hair shifting forwards to frame his face, lips pressed down and bright blue eyes focused on you.

Your brain flat lined.

Y/N stopped in her tracks, her determined steps halting, Bucky cocked his head to the side and was surprised when she did an abrupt about face and practically RAN back in the direction she had come from. He shoved a hand into his face.

Great, now you were scared of him, as if he didn't have enough trouble figuring out what to say to you. Now you wouldn't show your face around him.

Steve guffawed, bringing Bucky back out of his depressed thoughts. “Good gawd Buck, I forgot the effect you had on a woman.”

“What?!” He demanded, “she ran out of here in fear for her life!” Sam cracked, a howl of laughter spilling forth, Bucky clenched his fists, “you think that's funny?”

Sam clapped a hand on his shoulder, “that wasn't fear man! That girl wants you, she wants you real bad.”

Bucky jerked back, blinking hard. “No.”

Steve nodded as he looked over at him. “That wasn't fear pal, that was panic, I can tell you this much – Y/N is quiet because when she does speak she can't keep her mouth in check, which usually tends to land her in hot water.”

Bucky turned to Sam, who was wiping away a few tears, “she has literally called us both hot, but said there was no way she would date us.”

“But when I asked her for her opinion on you–” Steve laughed, but sobered and leveled a look at him, “buddy, ya need to talk to her.”

“It was pretty colorful,” Sam murmured

“What did she say?” Bucky asked.

Sam shook his head, looking over at Steve, “did you see the way she shivered at the look?”

Steve nodded laughing as he moved around Bucky, “makes you realize what she said had to be true.”

Sam gasped as the two continued to walk, “Y/N! She really is full of surprises! Scandalous!!!”

“WHAT DID SHE SAY?!” Bucky cried following the two.

#the Look #james bucky barnes #quick fic #sam wilson #steve Rogers #reader

[kazutora-lover]

Title: Between Thunder And Balls

Itoshi Rin x gn!reader

Genre: fluff, humor, friends to .. yes.

Summary: a disastrous football game with your friends had you with one foot in hell or — how Itoshi Rin let you know that he too, can have a soft spot. Small as a molecule, but it's there.

Warnings: dumb humor combined with mid writing, beautiful characters may cause aftershock, loss of brain cells — performed by professionals, do not try at home

Notes: hey, it's my first ever Blue Lock fic! I really tried my best and hope you guys will like it. It's based off one of the polls I made. Also, I apologize in advance for accidentally ooc-ing the characters 🥹

"Oi Bachira, pass the ball."

A crazed look and an, "Alright," later was all it took for you to hear the sound of loud cheering. Isagi had striked yet another goal in combination with Bachira's pass.

No, this wasn't a serious game against a strong opponent. No, this wasn't a practice game either. It was a simple 'just-for-fun' game with their good old friend, you.

You, who was currently sat at the edge of the football field, watching quietly upon their wish for you to play with them. You had promised them to join in and kick the oversized egg a little bit after looking at their tactics.

You knew. Deep down you knew how exhausting things were going to be because at the end of the day, an out of the ordinary 'just-for-fun' game won't stay that simple. These men turned into monsters on the field, no matter your presence or not.

Isagi's words of affirmation still rang in your head like a mantra. "We will go easy on you. Trust us," Followed by that golden smile of his and an, "You can't possibly do any harm y/n, come on it'll be fun."

Hmmn, sure. They might go easy on you but they won't go easy on the person to suffer the consequences of future occurrences. And you? You won't be able to feel anything at all after facing the wrath of said unlucky person. At least that's what your ever living imagination tries to tell you.

I mean after all, we're talking about a man with centipedes as eyelashes. Dangerous breed. Do not touch. Definitely bites.

But enough of that, let's get to the point where the fiasco began to take place, shall we?

After everyone took a sip of their drinks, Chigiri, who was also there, jogged over to where you sat to lend you his hand to pull you up from the ground. Gosh, how much you wanted to go home. Why did you agree again? Probably to feed their ego a little further.

It didn't take long for Chigiri to notice that you were anything but ready to join their little escapade. But if he opted to say something, he stopped himself shortly before speaking. Instead, he patted your shoulder a few times in assurance before he ran off again.

Bachira wore a smile so huge, you were sure it made the sun shine just a little brighter. Contrary to the good weather on your side of the field, you were sure it was close to a thunderstorm on the other half. Rin's frown sat so deep, you swore thunder could strike you alive if only you dared to get closer. Dark rainy clouds ready to let hell rain upon you and your 'team'.

A bummer, really.

The sound of someone clearing their throat pulled you out of your torturous thoughts, "You know the most important rules, do you?"

Ah, it was Isagi. The lord and savior.

You shot him a smal yet nervous smile, "Yes.... I think?"

An exchange of reassuring smiles and a chuckle from Isagi settled the start of the game.

Things have been going well so far, the boys spared you for the first few minutes and passed the ball among themselves, giving you the opportunity to warm up to their tempo.

Bachira scored once, Nagi scored the second one and suddenly the ball was in your possession. Everything was at your mercy, the boys on the other side of the field looked ready to turn you into a ball of their own and your mind? Went blank.

Rin, who had long stopped paying attention due to his explanation, "Letting a beginner play football is lukewarm, I don't see the point," completely missed the object flying at a crazy speed. Oh what were the odds.

And then it happened. Lightening stroke, the sound of thunder followed and you were sure the gates to hell opened with the vip lounge all empty just for you. A glass of soda with the name, "I'm a star," waiting for you to devour.

The devious laughter and occasional outbursts of, "The best shot I've ever seen," and "Y/n, didn't know you had it in you," followed by, "Welcome to your team, Messi," around you became louder the second the ball fell from the back of Rin's head to the cold, hard ground with a defeating thud. Oh really, what were the odds.

The man of the hour himself spared you of any reaction, or so you thought but what did a smart person once say? Sometimes second thoughts are better than no thoughts because the next second you swore, your breath didn't only hitch, no. It got snatched. Scratch that, he had your lungs dancing on his fingertips.

The glare he shot you, as his head turned around ever so slowly, the way his gaze met yours and you felt like being trapped in a snowstorm in the midst of summer, was something you would've never dreamt of receiving.

You, who just wanted to go home.

A small gasp escaped your lips as you turned to search for the help of any of your 'comrades' with flailing arms but they weren't of any help at all. Most of them didn't even try to stifle their giggles and you knew, you were busted. You had a feeling Rin already strongly disliked you beforehand but now you were sure you were the first on his 'elimination' list.

It didn't help that you heard slow but steady footsteps coming your way. And damn, how long has he been walking without you noticing? His figure became clearer the more steps he took and the only thing you could do was smile at him, give him the brightest smile you could muster.

De nial is a river in Egypt and you were taking a swim in it. You didn't aim at his head, the ball didn't even touch him in the slightest. His head is fully functioning and you're sure you haven't just unintentionally stolen thousands of brain cells of his. What's a brain to begin with?

Teal eyes looked down on your form as the person they belonged to came to a stop in front of your slightly trembling body. Your time has come, you're ready to descend to the flaming pits of hell. But the change of temperature never came?

Rin's hand must've moved on instinct but it didn't matter, not right now. That very same hand of his found place on your head, patting it once, twice and then letting it fall. A ghost of a touch still lingering after.

His frown didn't falter one bit and you were sure the thunderstorm didn't stop thundering either but in that moment you learnt that, around you, he had space for a small ray of sunshine. A ray so small, it disappeared as soon as it arrived as he made his way around you in threatening speed. Already charging at the others for laughing at him so shamelessly.

Maybe, it wasn't all too bad to stay for a little game. As for the others, they should've kept their mouths shut.

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[angelst4re]

Hello! ✨

It’s me again! Hehe would you be able to do a Jace one where reader is living at the institution and has known the group since they were little and reader is dating a guy who laid hands on her then one night she comes back to the institution sneaking in at night and Jace finds her with bruises and is mad ready to go look for the guy to where Jace and reader get into a spat about it but she’s only been dating other people to distract herself from loving Jace all these years because he doesn’t do love but in the end loves her.

Hope all is well! Xoxo 🤍

hi my love!!! ahhh jace is one of my favourite characters to write for and especially soft jace <3 he has my whole heart!!!

Just Pretend- Jace Wayland/Herondale x Reader

summary: you've liked jace for years, but you never wanted to accept it, so you would date other people to take your mind off of him. however, one night you come home late, and jace finds out everything.

warnings: mentions of a violent relationship, but nothing too graphic

notes: yes, the title is supposed to be a bad omens reference :) also, i was thinking of writing a part 2 to this, but i'm currently working on 2 other fics right now AND part 2's to three other stories!! but that won't stop me <3

Two years, six months and four days. That is how long you have been lying to yourself. That is how long you’ve been dating Jack, a guy you met at the bar. You found it easy in the first year, projecting your feelings towards Jace onto him, but lately things have been changing. Jack’s been getting suspicious about you and Jace, and when he feels this way he is easily angered and will throw things around, taking his anger out around his apartment- until tonight, where he laid his hands on you. 

The reason for it was because you were just over five minutes late to your date that evening, and he believed you were spending your time with Jace instead. But that was silly, Jace hated you. You felt as if he hated you from the moment you walked into the Institute, with nowhere else to go, nowhere else to call home. 

Jace would ignore you, give you looks from across the room, it was as if your presence bothered him. But you still had feelings for him. 

Jace is stunningly attractive, it’s not a lie. But that isn’t why you felt this way for him. One night, only months after moving into the Institute, you had a nightmare. With nowhere else to go, you went to the greenhouse, and Jace was the only other person there as it was late. You hadn’t talked to him much before, but you sat by him that night and he asked if you were okay, seeing the tears stain your cheeks. You told him about your nightmare, and he comforted you, telling you he often has nightmares too. That night was the only time in all the years that you’ve known Jace, that you’ve had a proper conversation. He opened up about himself that night, and was vulnerable with you, and so you guessed that’s the reason why he avoids you now. Or at least that’s what you hoped was the reason. 

It was late by the time you got back to the Institute, and you moved around quietly to ensure you wouldn’t wake anybody up. However, when you got to the top of the stairs, there was a shadow at the other end of the hallway. A shadow you easily recognised. 

“Jace?” You whisper-yelled, and he came into your sight. 

“Do you know what time it is?” He asked, seeming quite pissed off. 

“I don’t know… 11?” 

“It’s 2am, y/n. You know the rules. Home by 10.” He says, as he walks closer to you. 

You watch his face as his eyes scan you. From the mascara running down your cheeks, your hair- wet and tangled from the rain- and then…

“What the fuck is that on your arm?” He asked, panic lacing his voice as he grasped your forearm, making you wince, “are these bruises?”

“Yeah, uh-” you cleared your throat, wracking your brain for a coverup story, “I got in a fight… at the bar… with um, a girl.” Your voice smaller and smaller as you lied to his face.

“Bullshit. He did this to you, didn’t he?”

“No! I-”

“Stop fucking lying to me, y/n!” He raised his voice, his eyes glossy with tears, but also filled with anger. 

You couldn’t hold the tears back any longer. Tears you’ve been holding back for weeks now. As they spill from your eyes, you wrap your arms around Jace involuntarily, expecting him to pull away. 

But he doesn’t. 

He comforts you, gently stroking your back as he rests his chin on the top of your head. 

“How long has this been going on?” He asks softly, pulling back from you slowly. 

“Can we sit down… it’s a long story.”

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You explain to Jace that Jack believed you were cheating on him, but where he was wrong in one aspect, he was right in believing you had feelings for Jace. You told him the truth, and didn’t hold anything back from him. You told him exactly how you felt, and by the way his face softened, his body language changed and his attitude switched, you could tell he had something to tell you too. 

“I’m sorry,” he says, leaning towards you to place his hand on your knee, to which you flinch away from, “I’m really sorry. I’ve acted like such a dick towards you, and it’s not your fault, okay? I just… didn’t want to accept the way I felt. I love you too, more than you think. I’m just scared, I find it difficult opening up to people, and when I met you I felt so… comfortable around you. I felt like such an idiot for it, and I hate myself for treating you this way. If only I told you then-” 

“It’s okay, Jace.” You said, placing your hand on his, “you couldn’t have known.”

You hugged him once more, and as you pulled away he noticed blood running down your leg. You explained to him that Jack had pushed you, and you tripped over. Jace rose to his feet and took your hand, leading you to his bathroom where he pulled out a first aid box. 

He took his time cleaning the wound as you sat on his bed. He was ever so gentle as he wiped the alcohol pad over your skin, holding your hand with his unoccupied one. You squeezed his hand tightly as the pain ran through your veins. 

“You’re doing such a good job, sweetheart,” he told you, “it’s almost done.”

He bandaged up the wound with care, and placed a tender kiss over the bandage on your thigh, his eyes meeting yours as his lips met the material. You felt butterflies swarm your stomach, and blushed as he stood back up. 

“How does it feel?” He asks as you stand back up. 

“As good as it can.” You tell him, putting on a smile. 

“Good.” He smiles, placing his hand on your back, “let’s get you to bed, now. We can talk more in the morning.”

As Jace walked you to your room you couldn’t help but worry that he would turn back into his old ways in the morning. Sure, he said you could talk about it more in the morning, but would he be feeling the same way in the morning? Or would he change his mind?

As you reached out your hand to open the door to your room, Jace got there first. You felt your cheeks redden again as your hand lingered over his. You couldn’t help but notice how soft his hands felt, despite the marks, scars and wounds they held. 

He opened the door for you and gestured for you to step inside. You switched on the light as you entered, expecting Jace to follow behind you, but he didn’t. He stayed at the door. 

“Goodnight, y/n.” He said, a soft smile on his lips, “you know where my room is if you need me, if you can’t sleep or…” He trailed off as he slowly stepped closer to you, eyelids falling shut as he placed a kiss on your forehead. 

He looked down at you through half-lidded eyes, his fingers running through your damp hair. 

“Sweet dreams.” Was the last thing he said before leaving, returning to his own room. You were so caught up in the moment that you hadn’t processed his departure. You wished you could’ve asked him to stay longer, to perhaps even stay in your room tonight. But it was too late. We can talk tomorrow, he said. You held onto the hope that he meant what he said, and that he would go through with it. You really hoped.

#jace wayland x reader #jace wayland #jace herondale #jamie bower #jace herondale x reader #jamie campbell bower #city of bones #jamie bower x reader #jamie campbell bower x reader

[floshoe]

Hey! 🥰

Firstly, there’s no pressure at all to write this!! If you wanna, awesome, if you don’t, that’s also okay 🥰

Can I please request Yelena Belova x Fem! Bishop! Reader (or GN, you can pick ☺️) & College AU?

Reader is Kates younger sister (only by a year) & has been studying non stop & also working in their free time, leaving them to almost no time to themselves at all. Yelena comes over one afternoon to feed Lucky as per Kates request because she knew reader would be too busy studying to remember & Yelena can see how tired and worn out reader is.

She tries to get reader to take a break but it’s finals so everything is stressing reader out. Eventually Yelena convinces reader to take a break & reader who is extremely tired accidentally tells Yelena they like her before falling asleep. When reader wakes up, Yelena is still there & Reader is confused. Yelena tells them she likes them too but was too afraid to say anything.

Fic ends with Yelena and Reader cuddled on the sofa (because Yelena convinces reader to get some more sleep) & Kate comes home and sees them & is confused, when she goes to speak Yelena hush’s her and says “don’t wake my girl! I just got her to sleep again” leaving Kate even more confused.

Again, you don’t have to write this, it’s just one of the many ideas I have for Yelena 🥰💖

My Girl

Yelena Belova x Fem! Bishop Reader (fem was in mind but I don’t think I used any pronouns)

a/n: thank you so much for giving me a chance to write this because I have been having trouble coming up with new ideas for her. I’ve been following you for a while and I love your fics. I hope I did your request justice and enjoy. :)

a/n 2: this is also my first post and it's given me inspiration to hopefully post some of my drafts after this too!

Do you have a problem? Maybe. But that's not on your mind currently; passing your finals is and is way more important to you than sleep right now. Your sister Kate has expressed her concern for your nonstop studying and not taking care of yourself but hasn't had much success in getting you to stop.

Like her, you are annoyingly good at being stubborn, so she's decided to let you work yourself out. Whenever you get home from classes you get right back into studying, as soon as you get home from work you study, you study on your breaks.

Wanting to be a nurse leaves no time for relaxing when it comes to finals. There's so much you need to know and having wanted to be a nurse since you were little, getting a bad grade on these finals is not an option.

And another thing you have accidentally neglected is Kate's dog Lucky, and because of that Kate asked Yelena if she could head over to your shared apartment and feed her because she knows you won't. Which also means you don't notice Yelena walking into the apartment, feeding Lucky, or walking into your room.

Since Kate has talked to her about your current situation, Yelena is also worried about you overworking yourself. She knows a little about working yourself past your limit, so she was hoping to possibly convince you to take a rest. Kate told her it was a lost cause but Yelena being Yelena she decided to try anyway.

She watches as your head bobs up and down a couple times from the exhaustion. She watches you for about 5 minutes before making her presence known.

"Someone could've broken in and killed you by now you know," she casually says.

"Holy shit!" you jump not realizing she was there. "How long have you been standing there?" As you turned around to face her, she sees the swollen dark circles under your eyes making her more worried.

"Long enough, you really need a break. I'm serious, someone could've easily broken in and you wouldn't have noticed," she expresses her worry.

You just stare at her because of the lack of food and sleep, your brain can't think of what to do or say. Your brain wakes up when she seemingly teleports in front of you and snaps her fingers in your face.

You jump again, "hm?"

"You need to take a break dekta," she tells you. But the thought of walking away from studying right now scares you since your finals are next week and you still have so much to do.

"I can't Lena, I still has so much to do," you shake your head.

"When was the last time you ate or slept?" Yelena asks.

You shrug your shoulders, and she sighs and nods her head, and before your brain can catch up, she lifts you up from your desk chair and lays you on your bed.

"What are you doin?" you slur a little bit from the comfort of laying down in your bed after who knows how long.

"You are going to take a nap, then you are going to take a shower and eat something," she states matter of factly.

"What? No Lena-"

"No. You're going to take a nap right now. What you're doing right now is dangerous and your brain probably can't retain all of the information you're taking in anyway because it is exhausted." She kneels down beside you next to your bed. "Your brain needs a break."

You tried listening to her, but your exhausted brain can only think about how close she is to you right now. She sees you staring at her lips with your dazed eyes and blames the staring on your lack of sleep.

Your brain short-circuits for a second when she leans against your headboard right next to you. "Neither of us are leaving this bed until you take a nap, so I suggest you get to it."

Your roll over to look at again and give her a goofy smile before you say, "You're pretty."

Yelena's heart stops for a second and feels her cheeks warm before she collects herself and says, "you're one to talk dekta."

In return you feel your cheeks get warmer too and as your mind wonders you can't help but say "I like you Lena," before you close your eyes and fall asleep.

Yelena just sits there for a second. Sure, she had thought about you in that way before but never thought anything would come of it because you're her best friend's little sister. Your passion in becoming a nurse is admirable to her and she loves how much you want to help people; you have even helped patch her up couple times. But only because she thought that you could use the practice.

She sits in her thoughts before she feels herself getting hungry and decides to go ahead and make some food. And Kate being the good friend she is, always has some boxes of mac and cheese and hot cause laying around for Yelena.

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When you wake up, you're confused, like how did you get into bed. You notice that you kind of smell so you get up to hop in the shower. When you're done and changed into clean clothes you sit on you bed facing your desk. Feeling dread as you remember how much there's left to do.

That's when you hear Yelena talking to Lucky in the kitchen and remember- oh no. You told her you liked her. You don't know how you're going to face her now...

You don't have much of a choice since Yelena walks in with a bowl of mac and cheese that she'd warmed up for you.

"I made some macaroni, you want some?" she asks you.

All you can do is nod and she walks to your bed and sits down next to you and hands you the bowl.

"Thanks," you tell her and take a bite and that makes you realize how hungry you actually are and dig in. The whole bowl is gone with a couple minutes.

"Someone was hungry," Yelena jokes. Your cheeks warm in embarrassment before she takes the bowl to the kitchen. You follow her out of your room and walk into the living room and sit down on the couch and turn on the TV.

As Yelena washes the dishes, she smiles at the domesticity of it, washing the dishes after making your food and seeing you on the couch finding something to watch.

After she's done with the dishes, she walks into the living room and sits down next to you. You lean towards her and put your head on her shoulder, she tenses before wrapping her arm around your shoulder and leaning her head against yours. You relax more into her arms and smile.

"I like you too," she tells you.

You freeze for a second before looking up at her with a shy smile. She glances at your lips for second, and in a moment of confidence you lean in and press her lip against yours. She kisses back and it's the greatest feeling in the world for both of you. She cups your face to deepen it before you both need to breathe.

She rubs her thumb on your cheek and pecks your lips again and you lean back into her arms. She can tell you're still sleepy, so she lays back onto the couch and pulls you with her, so your head is laying on her chest. She kisses your head and leans her head against yours before focusing on the TV. You cuddle into her and fall into the best sleep you've had in weeks.

A few hours later Kate walks in the door and notices the two of you on the couch. She's about to say something before Yelena says, "Don't wake my girl! I just got her back to sleep again!" She whisper yells at your sister.

Kate raises her hands in mock surrender and walks into room. but not before giving Yelena, we're going to talk about this later look. Yelena rolls her eyes before looking at you again. She can't help but smile in overwhelming happiness that she gets to hold you like this.

And everything is okay, even its just for a little while.

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I hope you enjoyed the story, if you have any critiques, please let me know because I'm hoping to get better at my writing!

I'm always open to requests so if you have any ideas send them in and I'll take a shot at it!

#yelena belova x reader #yelena belova #yelena belova imagine #yelena belova x you #kate bishop x sister!reader

[fuckyeahdindjarin]

Behind the Seams: Part III

Welcome to the first instalment of Behind the Seams! Thank you everyone who has responded so positively to this slightly self-indulgent idea I had. I know I take so long in between chapters, this seems like a fun way to keep you guys in the loop, and also to keep myself motivated and productive while I work by sharing my thoughts as I go.

This time, I'll be rambling about focusing on the characters as I'm still in the thick of developing personalities and interpretations in the Seams universe, and I'd love to put all the thoughts that have been rattling around my brain into words to help me process it.

I will be tagging these posts as 'behind the seams' together with the chapter number 'seams iii' so you can filter this out if you don't want to see them! For those who are interested, let's dive in below the cut!

Current status: 3.2k written, fully outlined rough draft with most of the dialogue drafted.

Initial thoughts: This chapter wrote far more easily than I expected to so far. Each story is different, but I tend to find the 3rd to 5th chapters hardest to write, when you're building up the shape of the arc of the whole series.

I'm still keeping my options open with regards to what Seams is or can be, but I'm still thinking 'loose fit series' i.e. there won't be a solid, overarching story arc or ending to the series since it's not a plot-driven story. It will be interesting to see if my approach changes after a couple more chapters!

The challenge: The first two instalments were so hyper-zoomed in on Joel and Pin, I knew that the challenge for this chapter is pulling back the camera and seeing how they interact with each other outside the safety of the Outfitters, and how they fit into the wider community.

Joel and Pin: I was re-reading Threads in preparation for writing Part III, and what strikes me is that these two really don't know a lot about one another. They've barely had a fully formed conversation despite the forced proximity and some very charged moments in the last two chapters. I've tentatively written most of their dialogue in this chapter, and it's interesting that a couple of times, I've stopped myself and thought - is this too playful for a shy person like Pin? Is it too familiar with two people who are practically strangers, despite their chemistry? It's a balance that I'll have to find as I edit, and I'm excited to see how it turns out.

Tommy: For some reason, Tommy comes fairly easily to me, a testament to Pedro and Gabriel’s chemistry on screen. Without giving too much away, I'm really happy with the angle I found for Joel and Tommy in this chapter. There's a lot to unpack between the two brothers, but the happy occasion means that I can focus on the good part of their relationship for now. However, I am keeping the tensions in their history in my back pocket because I don't want to gloss over the very real and three-dimensional relationship we saw in the series.

Ellie: I've talked about how I'm nervous about writing Ellie. My Pedro boys are all lone wolves - sure they have their best friends (Teak to Palomino!Jack, Santi to Grays!Frankie, Pete/Rebecca to Consent!Dieter), but Ellie is Joel's kid, and she's part of his life more than any BFF is to my other Pedro boys. Luckily, I have found an in with Ellie that I think works well with the story in Part III, and also fits in with the broader direction of the fic. It's going to be nerve-wrecking, but I'm ready to write her into Seams!

Tess: I'm not in a place to say too much yet about Tess, but it's so important to me that she isn't erased from the Seams universe despite her not being there. I've been thinking a lot about Tess lately, about how she will fit into the story, how Joel will fit Pin into his and in relation to Tess. There are no easy answers, and it will be something to mull over in the next few chapters.

Something fun: Ok, all this character stuff is pretty heavy, so I want to end on a light-hearted note - Joel's tummy makes a cameo in a white undervest 😌

And that's it for Behind the Seams: Part III! I feel a lot lighter having found a space for all the things I have been thinking about while drafting the chapter. I hope this was a fun deep dive for you guys as well, I'll be hitting Google Docs hard this weekend to try to get all of the writing done for Part III so that I can start editing next week. My askbox is always open if anyone wants to chat 🥰

#fuckyeahseams #behind the seams #seams iii

[mikachacha]

GIRL APOLOGIZE WITH TEARS RN FOR DOING THAT TO HAECHI IN THE WAY I LOVE YOU 😭😭😭

(i mean if you could do haechi x reader fluff is also okay 😗 but make it extra long pls)

𝙴𝚗𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍

Synopsis: You're a foreign artist on a tour and during your show in Korea, you met one dancer that seemed to have taken over your thoughts.

Warnings: angst & tooth rotting fluff for Haechi because my other big baby deserves some love 🫶 and because i did her dirty 😭😭😭

(A/N: im still quite busy that's why updates are very slow but i swear once my sched clears up, imma bombard yall with fics)

🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷

You're a pretty famous foreign artist and currently on tour. You were looking forward to going to Korea since it has been a dream ever since you became big in the industry. When you were finally there, you took a whole day to explore and have fun before you started making preparations for your upcoming concert.

You're having some snacks in a café and when you looked out the window, you saw a girl with curly hair along with other women. They seem to be a group of friends who are having fun but you can't stop thinking about the tall one. She's way too cute, very much your type but it's a shame that you'll only be in Korea for a few days before you move to Japan as it's part of your tour. You sighed and pouted a bit, your own thoughts making you sad that you didn't even notice they entered the café you're at until someone from their group approached you with a very happy grin which made you feel happy as well as their smile is contagious.

"Hi Y/N, I'm Mini and I'm a huge fan.. Do you mind if I ask for a picture with you?" the girl, or Mini asked.

"Hiii oh my goodness. I don't mind at all!" you happily said. You took pictures together and she even asked you to sign her phone case, which you did. You invited them to your table to chitchat and get to know her and her friends since that's what you're known for by your fans. You always find time to sit and chat with them.

You learned that they're pretty famous as a crew of dancers and they even invited you to dance with them if you have free time that got you feeling giddy from pure excitement. Haechi couldn't help but be amazed at how beautiful, kind and humble you are. You're this famous artist but you're talking to them like you're just a regular, nothing special kind of person.

"Your hair is so pretty.. I wanted to have that but my manager said no. Still salty about it." Haechi's brain seemed to have stopped working when you complimented her hair. She was smiling like an idiot while a soft blush crept its way to her cheeks that got her team smiling in a knowing fashion as they watched their youngest blush even at the simplest compliment from you.

You hang out with Wolf'lo for the rest of the day, they were nice enough to show you around and they even teach you some basic korean words that you could use to interact with your fans at your concert. You wanted to invite them as your guest acts at your concert but they won't be able to perform due to them competing in a dance competition. You were a bit saddened but they promised to attend your concert so you gave them backstage passes then you parted ways with them since your manager will personally whop your ass if you didn't go back to the hotel you're staying at.

You and Haechi would constantly message each other on instagram whenever you're free. You enjoyed every second you spent talking to her and you even developed a crush on her though you constantly try and remind yourself that you're just staying over her country for a few days so it's not possible for you two to date unless she's in to long distance. You just basked in the attention you're receiving from her.

Unbeknownst to you, Haechi has been feeling the same. Talking to you has been the highlight of her day. She absolutely loved the messaging you, just getting to know you better. Her team has been teasing her for days regarding how close she is becoming to you, some even going as far as telling her to just fess up and ask you for a date before you go off.

The day of your concert came and you were very anxious backstage. You don't know how the Korean crowd will react to your performance and because you just love stressing yourself out by overthinking.

"Hey Y/N!" Haechi waved at you and you couldn't help but blush because one, she looks so cool and hot in her outfit and second, you have realized that you're definitely crushing on her.

"Hiiii I'm so glad you could make it! Where are the others?" you asked and she gave you a hug that calmed your nerves a little bit but got your heart racing from a different feeling that's far from the anxiety of having to perform onstage.

"I wouldn't miss this for the world. Mini and the others will be a little late. Think they're stuck at traffic.." Haechi says and you smiled, nodding your head. You wanted to chat with her some more but you were called by your director, telling you that you're gonna be on stage in a minute. You don't know what came over you but you gave Haechi a kiss on the cheek before running off. Haechi was left there stunned, blushing and holding her cheek which still has your lipstick mark on it. She smiled like an idiot as she saw you run off.

The concert was a blast and you're having so much fun. Performing and then seeing your fans enjoying themselves is what keeps you going. Halfway through the concert, you grabbed your guitar and asked for a chair so you can play more comfortably. You added this little number the last minute so nobody from the audience anticipated it.

"So uhm.. I'm gonna play a song. Well it's not one of mine but from Ms. Taylor Swift. I just wanna play it to get some feelings out of my chest." you spoke and there was a series of 'awww' and little squeals of excitement as you began to play Enchanted on your guitar. All you could think about while singing the song is Haechi, the bittersweet feeling of liking her but you couldn't tell her since you're only there for a limited number of days then you're also not sure if she likes you or not.

"This is me praying that

This was the very first page

Not where the story line ends

My thoughts will echo your name, until I see you again

These are the words I held back, as I was leaving too soon

I was enchanted to meet you.." you sang your heart out then glanced at the back to see Haechi peeking and you gave her a slight smile while you continued singing.

"Please don't be in love with someone else, please don't have somebody waiting on you.." at that point, you weren't just singing anymore. You're sat there, trying to tell her how you feel and just hoping that maybe she feels the same way as you do.

You continued singing and Haechi couldn't help but feel mesmerized by how good you are and how pretty.. She's just so mesmerized by you. She could swear that her heart broke and melted at the same time when you looked at her as you sang. She could feel every emotion you've put into that song. She wanted to go up there, hug you and hold you close and assure you that she's not in love with someone else but then again, you're this famous star. You're from different backgrounds and she feels like you're meant for someone greater than her.

When you were done with the concert, you immediately ran backstage but was disappointed that Haechi wasn't there anymore. You changed into more comfortable clothes before you hang out with your new found friends and did some pictures with some fans. Maybe it really wasn't meant to be, you and Haechi are not meant to be together. It hurts a bit but you accepted it. Maybe it's for the best.

It was the last night before you're about to head off to another country. You're just packing your stuff and listening to music, you don't really feel like going out since you're a bit sad about leaving and not being able to tell Haechi directly about your feelings or going out on a date with her. You still talk to her but you feel kinda awkward now and just very down.

You were so lost in your own thoughts that you didn't notice someone was knocking on your door until you heard the third set of knocks. You quickly got up and peeked through the peephole to see Haechi, looking nervous as heck. You panicked a bit, you wanted to scream and cry and just hide but you opened the door for her before she can knock again. You looked at her, confused and she looked back at you, a relieved smile on her face before pulling you in for an embrace.

"Thank goodness you're still here.. Chocol and the others told me you're already leaving.." she says, her voice cracking and you rubbed her back gently before guiding her inside. It broke your heart seeing Haechi sad but you couldn't help but feel hope bubble inside you because she came to see you on your last night in her country. It got your hopes up that maybe, just maybe, she feels something for you as well.

"Well I'm actually just packing my stuff. I have to leave to go to the airport at 10 am tomorrow." you told her and she frowned, holding both your hands and kissing your knuckles. She held your hands like she didn't want to let you go.

"I know that there's not enough time for us. You're leaving for your tour and I'm not that selfish to stop you from leaving.. But Y/N I couldn't stop thinking about you. Ever since we met at the café, and especially when you kissed my cheek before your concert. It took every ounce of self restraint to not run up to the stage, hug you, kiss you and assure you that I'm not in love with someone else.. That I'm only in love with you but I was scared. Fear got to me so I left instead. I mean, you're this famous star with so many people lining up to date you and I'm just this dancer from South Korea. You deserve so much better.." Haechi finally confessed and you were stunned for a moment. All this time Haechi was also into you?

You cupped Haechi's cheeks and placed a kiss on her lips. It was soft, it was wonderful but it's also bittersweet. You're sharing your first kiss the night before your scheduled leave. You pulled away and rubbed your thumb on her cheek, smiling.

"If you can just wait for me until the end of this tour, I will come back for you.. I wanna give us a chance, I really do. But if you can't wait for me that long, I'll understand. But know this, what I feel for you is real.. I'm in love with you, Haechi." you told her and she nods, placing a kiss on your lips before embracing you.

"No, wait for me instead. I'm just gonna finish my prior commitments here then I'm gonna follow you where you go. I wanna be with you, no matter how far that is. As long as I'm with you then I'm gonna be okay." she told you, her eyes sincere and you nodded. She spent the night at your hotel room, just you and her cuddling together until sleep claimed both of you in its sweet embrace. Haechi went with you to the airport and before you went off with your team, you ran to her and gave her a kiss. You couldn't care less about people seeing, you don't really care what people are gonna say. All you cared about it Haechi and the love you have for each other. You smiled at her and she kissed your forehead before ushering you to go. You didn't say goodbye because you know for a fact that you're gonna see her again.

#swf2 x reader #swf2 #haechi wang #haechi x reader #wang haechi #haechi wang x reader #haechi wang fic

[nodirectionhome-ao3]

WIP Tag

Thanks for the tag @kay-elle-cee, @alittlebitofeverything23, and @isahorcrux !!! This is such a fun one. :)

List the titles your top five priorities for WIP updates (link your fics for new readers!)

An upcoming scene, event, or detail in each fic that you're looking forward to writing

Bonus: make a poll for your followers to vote on which top 5 WIP they are most excited to see an update on!

Then tag 10 writer friends

Titles

Kindly Stopped for Me: Chapter 33. Lily lives AU, where Lily falls into a coma on Halloween 1981 and wakes up at the end of GoF. Lots of angst and family feels.

The Joker and The Queen: Chapter 3. A Jily fake-dating fic. Shenanigans abound. An "Idiots in Love" kind of story.

James Lives AU (Title TBA): Outline & Chapter 1. Basically a James version of Kindly Stopped for Me. James survives Halloween 1981 in a way that I will not spoil for you, and wakes up later on when Harry is a teenager.

Forever is the Sweetest Con: Short multi-chapter. Jily as con artists who fall in love while trying to con each other.

Fragile Little Flame: A post-war Hinny fic! Most likely a one-shot, but we'll see what happens.

(I’m not including the KSFM Missing Moments that I’m working on in this, since I don’t post them on AO3, but just know that I haven’t forgotten them!!!)

Upcoming Scenes, Events, Details

I've been making some minor changes to my outline for KSFM, so the exact numbers may change, but looking at it from a birds-eye view—Chapters 35 and 39 are two of the angstiest chapters in the entire fic😅 So...in preparation for that...I'm giving you all a slight break from the heaviness of this fic with chapters 33 and 34. I'm hoping it won't feel like a crazy tone switch after the previous two chapters, but I'm excited! Chapter 33 is a bit of a transition chapter (setting up some important things!) so maybe won't be the most exciting thing to read. But it will include Lily watching Harry in a Gryffindor Quidditch match for the first time and the gang celebrating Sirius’s 36th birthday!🎂🎂🎂 So hopefully you all will enjoy that!! And then Chapter 34 will be a Harry POV and will feature some good old-fashioned teenage romance drama😅

Chapter 3 of The Joker and The Queen has taken soooo long to write because it's something I sort of have to be in the right mindset for. (I still don't have a full outline for it because I posted the first chapter impulsively before I really thought about the plot very much lol) But I'm hoping it will be worth the wait!! The chapter will feature Lily meeting Fleamont and Euphemia (and possibly some Potter extended family members too) for the first time. I've never written James's parents before, so I'm excited!

Oh man, oh man. What can I say about the James lives au?? I'm currently drafting multiple vague outline ideas as I work through the timeline that I want it to take place in. But, despite what I've said previously, I'm finding myself starting to lean towards setting it in the OotP universe after all. (but no promises yet!) I'm staying kind of vague about the plot of this since it's still very much under consideration, but I'll just say that Peter's betrayal and its ramifications will be a major focus. The betrayal will happen slightly differently than it does in canon (as some of you have already guessed!), and I expect it to be devastating😈

Forever is the Sweetest Con is a fic that has been percolating in my brain for a WHILE now. I haven't officially outlined it yet, but I already made the banner so it's officially happening! It will be canon divergent, and I'm excited to explore the cat-and-mouse dynamic that I envision when I think about this one.

Fragile Little Flame is a fic inspired by Taylor Swift's "I Know Places" and is also one that I already have a banner and title for, but no outline. It'll be a post-war Hinny fic (I've been wanting to return to writing them!) and will take place in the 19 years between the end of DH and the epilogue. I haven't really thought about the plot in detail yet, but it probably won't be epilogue-compliant. Harry will (probably) be a Quidditch player rather than an Auror, and the fic will explore Harry and Ginny recovering from the war and rebuilding their relationship amongst the chaos of both grief and fame.

Apologies if you've already been tagged! But here's a no-pressure tag to: @suzyq31 @nena-96 @uncertainwallflower @turanga4 @takearisk-ao3 @annasghosts @practicecourts

#wip game #cam writes #wip tag #was tagged

[addledmongoose]

Good Omens Fanfic Friday (05 Apr 2024)

Almost everything this week is canon-compliant/adjacent. For a change there's only one human AU.

Nice And Ominous: a reluctant eschatology of the Second Attempt (series) (84K currently; Rated T/E)

Every so often there comes along a week where I'm absolutely ecstatic to recommend something. I spend all week in anticipation of sharing it with everyone in the hopes they'll love it as much as I do. This week, it's this series, a three-part post-S2 that definitely deserves way more kudos and attention than it currently has.

Part I (rated T) is from Crowley's POV and focuses on him slowly healing from the heartache of losing his angel. He learns to be friends with Maggie and Nina, becomes like a big brother to Muriel, and even gains an almost-friendship with Eric. The story isn't as angsty as it sounds, though Crowley doesn't always have the healthiest coping mechanisms (a tendency to drink and drive across the world). The author does a great job of not putting all the breakup blame on Aziraphale. You can always tell the difference between Crowley blaming Aziraphale in a story and the author blaming him.

Part II (rated T) is from Aziraphale's POV. This story is definitely more angsty that Part I. Aziraphale's up there doing is best, but with only one real (human) friend back on Earth to rely on and trust, he's mostly on his own. Just as with Part I, the author doesn't put the entirety of the blame for the breakup on Crowley any more than he does Aziraphale. Be warned that it ends in a cliffhanger.

Part III (mostly rated T but some E) is still incomplete, but the author posts weekly and the story is already written, so I feel confident we'll see the end. I can't say much about the plot of this one without serious spoilers, but if you read the first two parts you'll definitely want to read Part III. It hurts at times. A lot. If you need mostly fluff right now, this isn't the one for you. (The rest of today's list is pure fluff, though, because I needed it after obsessing over this story).

If you don't like to be left hanging on a story, read Part I, but hold off on Part II until Part III is complete. It won't be too long; the author has already released two chapters since I started writing this note (7 of 14).

This series is incredibly well-written. It's almost certain to make my year-end best-of list, as it's easily one of the best "what happens next" after Aziraphale leaves for Heaven. I haven't been able to stop thinking about it all week.

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Break the Rules (1.4K; Rated G)

Aziraphale has a beard. Crowley loses his mind.

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In Love We Rise (11K; Rated E)

One of two AJ_Constantine stories on my list this week filled with fluff and gorgeous writing. It's Easter Sunday and Aziraphale is feeling a little down about the holiday. Crowley decides to cheer him up.

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Bad Communications (series) (15K; Rated T)

Funny post-S2 three-part series where Crowley and Aziraphale are made to realize (by Nina/Maggie and Muriel respectively) that they might not have communicated with each other as clearly as they thought during the Final 15. I particularly love how Muriel is written here.

***

Heaven On Wheels (3K; Rated M)

Aziraphale buys a Scoopy moped and convinces Crowley to go for a ride. The author, CopperBeech, describes it as "a sappy, happy, old-fashioned s1-compliant (and s2-defiant) post-Nopocalypse getting-together fic."

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Caramel Delight (16K; Rated E)

Human AU. Another wonderful bit of fluff from AJ_Constantine. Crowley is delighted when his terrible neighbors move out and even more delighted when he sees his new neighbor is a gorgeous blond man. The neighborly thing to do would be to bring over a jar of his Nan's caramel sauce as a welcome to the neighborhood gift, of course. Crowley is really dense here; hilariously so. The "they share one brain cell" tag would be appropriate, but Aziraphale is the only one using it.

#good omens fanfiction #fanfic friday

[iamamythologicalcreature]

An Ask Game for Writers to Procrastinate Working on Your WIP(s)

(Not like I need the assistance, but I'm so thrilled to be thought of as a writer that I'm totally doing this.)

Thank you so much for the invites @aristocratic-otter, @bookish-bogwitch, @shrekgogurt, @ic3-que3n, @ivelovedhimthroughworse, @drowninginships, @best--dress, @you-remind-me-of-the-babe, @monbons, @thewholelemon, @whatevertheweather, and @youarenevertooold! (I think I might be the last one in the 'verse doing this, but that won't stop me from tagging more people at the end.) I've loved reading everyone's answers!

Okay. Here we go. I am absolutely using my flimsy claim to authorhood to answer these. >.>

1. 🦈Tell us the name of your/ one of your WIP(s):

The Haunting of Simon Snow

2. 🍄Describe your WIP/one of your WIP(s) in the format of “___ + ___ =___”

Construction Worker!Simon + haunted manor house = a most interesting summer job

3. 🌍What tags or warnings will your / one of your WIP(s) need if you intend to share it?

Well, it's a ghost story. You can draw some conclusions from that.

4. 🧭An alternative title to your/ one of your WIP(s)?

A Victorian's Gothic

5. ⚠️Which WIP your most likely to finish or update next?

It sure as hell better be Haunting. I mean, my goodness, it's looped around my brain like a too-patient boa constrictor, just sloooowly squeezing.

6. 💾What is your document of your WIP/ a WIP called? (not the stories actual title but what you’ve saved it as)

snowbaz.scriv is my catch-all Scrivener file for all ficcy things

7. 🖍Post Any sentence(s) from your WIP.

There’s a person that I used to be. Magic I used to hold, magic that held me. I have done everything I can to forget that feeling, because it was never supposed to be mine. I was never magic. He’s magic. He’s magic, and I can almost touch him. He’s magic, and he can almost hold me. I live on the edge of almost all the time, so that’s enough. (It’s never enough.)

8. ♻️A scrapped idea for your current WIP.

This was originally planned as a story written in letters. (Doing that with something else, now, and it works way better in a different story.)

9. 🤔What’s a story you’d love to write but haven’t even started yet?

I'm going to stick to snowbaz fanfic for this, because if I broaden it any further, this list will instantly become quite long. (I have a lot of original story ideas.) For snowbaz, though? Well, there's the one I'm planning for COTTA. There are a couple AU's that I've written way too many notes on. And then a Fangirl crossover fic that I sincerely hope to someday write. (Technically I started it, but only a few hundred words at this point.)

10. 🤡How many WIPS are you actively working on?

Actively? One. Maybe two. Kinda thinking two, but the second one is new and more of a game at this point, so we'll see. (Not quite so actively I also have my Baz fic, my "Silence" fic where Baz successfully steals Simon's voice. It's roughly (super roughly) outlined, and I've written several scenes, but it's on the back-burner for Haunting. And COTTA. No more new fics after that, though! I really want to tell that story!)

11. 🛠Is there a scene or anything in the WIP you are struggling with right now?

That's funny. What a question. XD YES. Yes, there are scenes. I'm designing Pitch Manor to get through this damned scene LOL

12. ❤️Not a question, just a second Kudos to send.

Thankee kindly!

On the off chance there are any fic writers left out there who haven't yet done this... Tags! @mooncello, @cutestkilla, @blackberrysummerblog, @hushed-chorus, @fatalfangirl, @onepintobean, @j-nipper-95, @facewithoutheart, @angelsfalling16, @noblecorgi, @alexalexinii, anyone else who wants to. Cheers!

#ask game #get to know me #tumblr tag game #tag game #snowbaz #snowbaz fanfic #works in progress #fandom friends

[simplyavatrice]

I need you to ease my mind please. Alba will be returning as Ava, right? I mean i can't imagine Simon would even bother if she wasn't. It's just she's got all the talent and i'm sure she has a bunch of big potential projects sitting in front of her right now and she deserves every single of one of them. But frankly she is Warrior Nun, so she'll be back yea?

so here's the thing, because this is a sticking point in my brain as far as why I haven't really, properly celebrated the renewal yet.

because if her (or kty) aren't back in whatever the return is, then i'm out. full stop, fics unfinished, blog closed down, i don't want any part of it.

that being said, when you really look at it - it feels super foolish to assume she won't be back (i say this as someone guilty of the same worries)

you mention her big projects, and while nobody wants alba booked an busy as much as i do, right now she just...isn't

these are all of her current projects and as you can see, all of them are either in post or completed and beyond that, she isn't the lead in any of them - which brings me to point #2

2. SHE'S THE LEAD - SHE'S THE GODDAMN WARRIOR NUN! like even saying that the show literally cannot exist without her is obvious, but leading roles in series don't just grow on trees. being the lead in a show is a big deal and with all the buzz going around about warrior nun right now, it's only going to do amazing things for her career

3. alba LOVES warrior nun, this is the show that gave her her big break. if you watch interviews, she gushes about it and she adored working on it. the crew all loved her, the cast loved her, everyone is fully aware that this is her show. she literally moved to the country to be a part of this show

so i get it, truly - like is said her coming back pretty much holds the key to whether or not i'll even be around in 43 days, but i really can't imagine her not returning.

that's what we fought for, avatrice, the end of their story - anything less is a disappointment.

assuming the show is fully returning, with the same crew, directors, writers, etc. - i think alba will be the first one through the door.

warrior nun is her show and in my opinion, it cannot exist without her, period

[thenerdyindividual]

hey! im obsessed with arthurs welsh christmas, that fic altered my brain chemistry. im searching currently, but i was wondering if you could rec any more of your merthur fics that are similar? (I think i specifically enjoyed arthurs pov and the whole low stakes of it all, just them falling for eachother.) it was so lovely. thank you for your help and also for writing such an incredible story, should be a real hallmark movie tbh.

Omg this was such a nice ask to see! If you’re looking for similar things, right off the bat would be

A B&B Romance in Modern Wales

Arthur Pendragon works sixty hour weeks and is devoted to his family name, until one night Uther goes just a bit too far. Restless and confused, Arthur gets into his car and drives until he can't. It is the middle of the night in a small village in Wales, and a helpful officer directs him to a B&B for the night.

There he finds a kindly innkeeper, his very weird historian gremlin nephew, odd people, odd situations, and even odder - himself.

A slightly absurd and very gentle story about coming back to yourself, finding a true family, and realizing that historian gremlins are actually really hot and rather amazing, and perfect to fall in love with.

That’s the most similar to Welsh Christmas. Features small quirky town, low stakes, and falling in love.

There’s also

Then and Now

Merlin skips a year of school when he is seven and ends up in Year Four instead of Year Three. The older kids all pick on him and the worst is by far Arthur. A stolen book brings Arthur and Merlin together, and they become best friends. Sadly, nothing they do can stop Arthur from being sent away.

Morgana pressures Arthur to hit on a guy in the pub. He does it to shut her up, but it turns out Emrys is actually a lot of fun to be around. One date turns into many. Arthur has never been happier.

Seems like fate had something else in store for Arthur and Merlin after all.

It’s a shorter fic, but you get childhood cuteness and then grown up flirtation and dating.

The Ethics of Sleeping with a Hot Stranger

In which Merlin meets Arthur at a club and goes home with him, only to find out that Arthur's occupation is less than undesirable. Good thing he has supportive friends who won't at all roast him for his poor life choices.

Merlin finds out Arthur is a cop and has a small crisis about it. But it ends in fluff and explanation of Arthur’s poor choice in career.

The Boy I Love, He Got Wavy Black Hair

Merlin heads out early one morning to help Lancelot in his classroom. When he meets Arthur at his office for lunch, his hair is different. Arthur is not a fan.

This one is a bit different since it’s established relationship, but Merlin catches lice. Much Arthur dramatics and teasing ensue.

Lastly, if you’re willing to go outside of straight up modern au, there is

You Hear Him Howling Outside Your Kitchen Door

Merlin thought a type-a student trying to break into his office to replace a section of an essay would be the strangest thing to happen to him, but then a man shows up on his doorstep naked and seemingly drunk. Giving that man a helping hand opens up the door to a strange hidden part of society in London. There is a group of lads who all live together and take way too much enjoyment in playing football together, but there is something more to them than meets the eye. Merlin just hopes it won't affect his growing relationship with their unofficial ringleader Arthur Pendragon.

It’s an urban fantasy au where all the knights are werewolves. It’s still got that fluffy falling for each other low stakes romcom vibe, but there also happens to be werewolves.

I hope these give you something to start with @isuckatbeinghappyallthetime! Thank you so much for reading my fics and for asking for more! That means so much to me!

#bbc merlin #merlin #merlin fic rec #bbc merlin fic #bbc merlin fanfic #merthur fanfic #merthur fic #merthur #my fics #merlin/arthur #merlin x arthur

[pastafossa]

Ok. TRT business and a question, cause I need feedback from readers at this point.

First: the final chapter of the Raven What If fic should be posted this week, I'm about done editing it. The bigger, much more important question: So I have a potential chapter for tomorrow. I've been worrying and fretting over posting it, not because I think it's bad, but because it's short by TRT standards, currently around 2k words, and it both frustrates me and makes me feel weirdly guilty at the thought of dropping what's so much less than my usual. I'm used to being able to write longer chapters, being able to squeeze everything I want into them, and I have a literal outline of this goddamn chapter that has this good stuff in it and I know what needs to be written. I can see it right there. The movie is playing in my head just fine. But the truth of it is, my writing is slow at the moment thanks to post-covid brain fog. I'm checking in with my doctor, I've started taking specific supplements (which I'm hoping to see results from in the next few weeks), I'm clawing my way back bit by bit, but I continue to write slowly, mostly because I either can't focus or I have to stop every few sentences to struggle with a word I can't remember. It's incredibly frustrating. The thing is though, at least I *am* writing, which gives me hope. But this is where you - the readers - come in. Because right now we have two possible paths for updates going forward for a bit. Option 1: Longer gaps between our usual chapters. If we go this road, it'll take longer but as I chip away, I'll eventually have the full planned chapter, which I'd post. This would be a chapter closer to what we've had most weeks for the past oh god like 2 years. At current speed I'd drop it in a few weeks, and then hopefully the next one would come a little faster, until eventually we're back to our usual. So basically, you'd get your big chunks when the updates do come, and the same natural endpoints and arcs as before. Drawback is obviously the time between updates, so you won't be fed as often (though I'd try to find things in my editing folder to clean up and drop, like the Raven fic).

Option 2: Shorter chapters but more regular updates. If we go this road, we'd be back to weekly updates of our adventures with Matt and Jane. There'd just be less than usual for a bit and then, hopefully as I improve, you'll see the word count begin to climb back up. So in this case, you'd be getting a weekly dose of TRT, the usual fluff and angst and action, but the catch is less overall to read (likely individual scenes rather than multiples), and potentially sudden endpoints/more cliffhangers as I 'end' at what was outlined as a scene change.

Which way I go will mostly depend on ya'll tbh. I think I can make either work, since I've managed to start writing a little again and I really, really am hoping the supplements help. But since this'll potentially alter the update schedule we've had for years, I wanted to see which you'd prefer.

So, Option One - longer gaps but long chapters - or Option Two - shorter chapters weekly. Which would you prefer?

#the red thread #i have been so gd frustrated. like it doesn't help my meds and other illnesses ALREADY cause brain fog #now i have this shit #where i can literally see in my head what needs to happen but words no go for long time #and i've gotten so used to long TRT chapters that i've been fighting the guilt over the idea of shorter chapters #so i figured i'd check in because if ya'll are actually fine with that then i'd feel better about it #alternatively i just keep plucking away and eventually drop the full length chapter #i feel like the feedback for whichever way we go will help me settle and not feel bad about longer gaps/shorter chapters #in the meantime i'm doing what i can. following doctor's orders and taking my supplements #along with writing in little chunks and editing to see if that can help me retrain whatever's been fucked up basically #so. option 1 or option 2?

[oonajaeadira]

State of the WIP Address

Okay, y'all, I've been in a really weird place where I've been avoiding...pretty much a lot of stuff. Dunno if I have to talk to my doctor about upping my meds or what, but this is why I actually went on them--my depression manifests not in laziness, but avoiding things I need to do and things I actually WANT to do. Then I don't do them and it all starts building up. And then the to do pile feels insurmountable, like I'll never get to finish all these wonderful things. So I just...freeze up and roll over. Like a fainting goat. You'd think I'd be like "yay! lookit all the things to look forward to! I have years ahead of me full of things I really want to do! I should never be bored again!" But no. Can't do them Right Now? Fainting goat. It's weirdo. We've all got our weirdo and this is mine.

I only mention it here because I do State of the WIP Address to be accountable. Now, the weird thing is, I don't actually expect anyone to read these posts--they're boring and personal and totally for my own motivation. I just know myself and know if I put something out there, I'll feel bad if I don't do it and that should motivate me to actually do it.

But here's the thing....it doesn't work anymore. I'm no longer fulling for my own snake oil. The placebo has run out. If I know it's inconsequential, then my brain tricks me into thinking that I'm accountable to no one. And, in reality, it's true that I'm actually accountable to no one so the trick doesn't work.

Anyway. Welcome to Adira's brain where she finds her own thought patterns a fascinating psychological study and the lab results are inconclusive.

So I'mma try to twist the experiment a bit. Rather than list the things I know I can't get to right this second and feel bad about it, we're gonna let promises go and do it this way. It's not interesting to anyone but me and anyone who nerds out on process. But rather than listing the things I'm not working on, I'll talk about the ones I am, how it's going, what's in my craw about it, and maybe in my ramblings I'll clear the gears to start rolling again.

This isn't interesting to anyone but me unless you really wanna see how seriously I take my fic writing. Cringe if you want. I'm just being honest with myself. My fic isn't high art, but as with anything I create, I can't half-ass it either. It's "be satisfied with it on my terms" or bust.

STATE OF THE WIPS

I have one million projects happening, but these are the pieces I'm actively thinking about and working on at the moment.

SECRET SANTA Where it's at: I'm writing for someone I think is a wonderful person and want to do right by them, so the pressure's on. But at the same time, it's not. Because I know how accepting and lovely the person is and they gave me a lot of prompts and options and like a lot of the things I do and seem to like a lot of the types of things I like to write. I also know that this doesn't have to be over-complicated, that I can write my heart and it will please both of us. While I haven't actually opened up a doc to start, I know that it's the type of thing that if I have a little uninterrupted block of time, I can just sit down and it will flow. I won't say much about it here, but I will say that while it can 100% be read as standalone, it hits on a character/series I'm currently writing and acts as a kind of prequel, a reason for loving the reader as he does. It's something that is kind of missing in the planned series and I think this would be a nice opportunity to explore it before moving forward (and maybe helping propel that series a little) while also touching on one of the characters my giftee likes, a genre they are interested in that I hadn't considered with this character, and it will have a tone I think they'll appreciate. So while it's for them and being written with their likes in mind, I thank them, because it's also a little gift for me and my yearnings. What's stopping me: Time constraints and general anxiety.

TROPE FIC: MODERN DOM!PERO Where it's at: This one got a little sloppy and I'm working on it. I've been following @max--phillips' entries about what defines certain types of kinks and while my thoughts on dom!Pero started as true dom, they swung wrong when I started working on this, and now I'm just thinking myself back to the definition of dominant. And while I may still be missing the mark, it's helping me to think more about how I want to explore and frame this dynamic. It's also giving me a little trouble in that it's not coming out chronologically which causes me to waste time jumping around and retrofitting things. What's stopping me: I put this one on hold to start prioritizing the Secret Santa piece.

TROPE FIC: SEX POLLEN!OBERYN Where it's at: This piece is flowing chronologically. It's going to be longer than I anticipated and the first draft is about 1/3 done. I already know that after the first draft I'll have to do some shaping and I think maybe I got overwhelmed with the task I set for myself and that triggered my avoidance. I know where it's going, I'm excited for it, it will flow easily if I let it, I just have to do it! What's stopping me: I put this one on hold because I got distracted by tasty Pero thoughts. I blame @perotovar for the thots, but not the stopping. That's all on me.

TROPE FIC: ALPHA!JAVI Where it's at: I'm about 1/2 done with the first draft. Again, this one will be longer (and also more angsty) than I anticipated. I love love love where it's going though and reader and Javi's history is beautiful and sad and complex; I really love that half. I'm just now switching into the modern day section of it and have to make a few decisions about how I actually want it to go. My mind is over-complicating the story and I'm trying to wrestle it down a softer path. What's stopping me: I got distracted by the Oberyn story which is why this one's on hold and now this is all Inceptioning on itself.

GOOD. THINGS. TAKE. TIME. Where it's at: The asks are all sorted, there are only a few more sessions left before chapter 4. I just have to write it. What's stopping me: Here's the thing about PATS. If I was out for notes, I'd be pounding on this series, because it's my most popular one. But... really, I'm just here to dream up stories I like to tell. I put PATS down not consciously and not because I don't love him, but I got excited by other ideas. I want to finish it because I don't like having a bunch of unfinished projects lying around, but I also don't want that to be my #1 motivator for writing him. I want to enjoy it. I did enjoy putting the latest installment out, but I also don't feel like I'm letting anyone down if I don't hurry it, just because engagement is low. Again, I'm not here for the notes, I truly love the connection and the squeeing and sharing a yearn. We're all so busy now that it's tough to get to everything and the mutual timing is a bit off. That's okay. It's planned out, it'll get done, I just have to do it when I'm feeling it.

LEAVE OFF YOUR WANDERING: WINTER Where it's at: Finished plan. Yet to begin writing. What's stopping me: I was wrestling with this one for a bit because I had two directions it could go--soft and fluffy without much meat, or weaving all the details together and serving a story that gets rather dark, a little sad, and serves as a fix it. On one hand, I felt like I would be betraying readers by not keeping the euphoric escape. But I would also feel like I built this whole backstory that needed to manifest itself in a test for Joel and Meadowlark, as well as the fact that--other than backstories--there hasn't been any canon hardship or violence displayed. It's like I'm missing a huge chunk of who Joel and Meadowlark are. In the end, that's where the story wants to go, so I'm going there. And I have to not think about what anyone else wants, just me. Not just for selfish reasons, but I know that's when I do my best. It doesn't mean there won't still be fluff and a happy ending. It just means I have to write darkness and perhaps it will serve me better to do it in the season in which it takes place.

#state of the wip address #wip wednesday