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cha-melodius · 6 months

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Weekend WIP Game

You say WIP game and I say "you son of a bitch, I'm in!" Thanks for dreaming this up, @welcometololaland!

1. WIP List: listing only WIPs that actually have text written and are not abandoned lol. I have a lot of to-be-written prompts, but I'm not including them here.

False Dichotomy (firstprince, aka the You've Got Mail AU)

Noir PI AU (firstprince)

Kissed Out (firstprince, pro billiards AU)

Modern magic AU (firstprince)

The Thief Who Stole My Heart (napollya, art thief/gallery owner)

2. Which of your WIPs is currently the longest?

False Dichotomy at 18k written so far (4 of ~11 chapters?)

3. Which WIP do you expect will end up the longest?

Also False Dichotomy, which I'm guessing will be >50k but honestly that's a very rough number.

4. Which WIP is your favourite to write/the most enjoyable to write? Why?

Probably False Dichotomy, though it's almost by default because I don't tend to jump around between WIPs too much. But I love the story I've set up and it has a lot of great scenes.

5. Which WIP do you find the most intimidating to write? Why?

Probably the noir AU, because I feel like it needs to have a particular noir vibe that will be tough to capture.

6. Which WIP do you experience the most self-doubt about. Why?

Right now? Surprisingly the modern magic AU. Idk I'm in a bit of a funk and not super happy with anything I'm writing, and particularly this fic. But I have 3k written so I might as well finish it and yeet it out.

7. Which of your WIPs will you seek out a beta/sensitivity reader for? Why?

These days I get @celeritas2997 and @cricketnationrise to read through most of my rwrb fics. It's especially good for longer fics like False Dichotomy, and that one will have the most tricky moments in it too.

8. Have any of your WIPs been struck by the curse of writer's block?

Not exactly? I've just set a few of them aside while I focus on others.

9. Which WIP has your favourite OC? Tell us about them?

LMAO well False Dichotomy includes Kyle, who is an OC I made up originally for a missing moment in Please Don't Let Me Be So Understood (he's not even in the actual fic), but now he gets to be a real character in this one. He's a queer kid who lives at the Okonjo shelter and works at Alex's bookstore (and occasionally Coney Island lol).

10. Which WIP is the sexiest?

Definitely Kissed Out, which is based on an enemies/rivals AND lovers premise and is earmarked to include lots of scorching smut.

11. Which WIP is the angstiest?

False Dichotomy will probably have the most sustained angst. I think Kissed Out will have possibly the most intense angst, and the noir AU will have the most peril-based angst.

12. Which WIP has the best characterisation (in your humble opinion)?

ALL OF THEM. 😂 Oh so humble, I know. But seriously, I hope they all will be.

13. Which WIP has the best scene setting (in your humble opinion)?

I think it's going to be the noir AU, can't wait to really dig into the scenery of that one. It will have a really different vibe that I hope will be unique and exciting.

14. Which WIP have you worked the hardest on?

Thus far, False Dichotomy I've put the most work into.

15. Which WIP do you have the highest expectations for? Why?

Broken record here, but False Dichotomy. Sometimes I feel like they're too high. People seem very excited. I feel a not insignificant amount of pressure.

16. Do you dream about any of your WIPs?

Can't say that I have lol.

17. Do any of your WIPs have particular complexities that your other fics don't?

Not really! Most of my wips right now are pretty straightforward, in the end.

18. Which WIP is the funniest or has the most humour?

The modern magic AU, probably. Definitely the silliest and crackiest of the lot.

19. Do any of your WIPs contain outside POVs or a deep dive on a character other than the main ship? How are you finding that process?

No different POVs here. False Dichotomy is going to have a little interesting side exploration of Raf and Alex's relationship that isn't something I've really gotten into before.

20. Tell us one thing we don't know about one or more of your WIPs.

HMMMMM. If you're a You've Got Mail movie fan, I think you will be quite surprised at some of the turns in the AU. No, I'm not going to tell more than that yet lol.

Ok, I'm trying to tag people not tagged in the first post, and spreading to new fandoms. Questions for artists below! @petrodobreva, @sherryvalli, @liminalmemories21, @myheartalivewrites, @leaves-of-laurelin, @celaestis1, @historicallysam, @14carrotghoul, @xthelastknownsurvivorx, @treluna4, @adreamareads, @cheesecurdsgravyandfries, @ikeepwatchinghelicopters, @nicijones, @thetamehistorian, @loki-is-my-kink-awakening, @dewdropreader, @hummingbee-o0o, @wolfpup026, @natendo-art, @dreamycloud, @heytheredeann, @mirilyawrites, @jettestar, @sweatersinthesummer, AND anyone who wants to jump in!

A list of questions for Artists!

1. WIP List:

2. Which WIP is your most complex?

3. Do any of your WIPs involve you using a technique/style that you haven't used before? What inspired you to try it?

4. Which WIP do you expect will take you the longest?

5. Which WIP are you finding the most enjoyable to create?

6. Do you have a favourite character to draw/stitch/paint/depict? Are they in many of your WIP projects?

7. Which WIP do you experience the most self-doubt about. Why?

8. Have any of your WIPs been struck by the curse of creator's block?

9. Do any of your WIPs contain characters outside the main ship? How are you finding creating those?

10. What emotions are you hoping to convey through your WIPs?

11. Are there any features/details you are finding challenging in your WIPs?

12. Which WIP has the most complex shading/colouring?

13. Which WIP has the most complex background?

14. Which WIP do you have the highest expectations for?

15. Do you dream about any of your WIPs?

16. Do any of your WIPs have particular complexities that your other art doesn't?

17. Are any of your WIPs commissions?

18. Do you have a character that is more difficult to draw/stitch/paint/depict? Are they in many of your WIP projects?

19. Tell us one thing we don't know about one or more of your WIPs.

#about my writing #my wips #weekend wip game #tag games #rwrb #rwrb fic

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kokinu09 · 5 months

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Fake Love

Inspiration :

For you, I could pretend like I was happy when I was sad

For you, I could pretend like I was strong when I was hurt

I wish love was perfect as love itself

I wish all my weaknesses could be hidden

I grew a flower that can’t be bloomed in a dream that can’t come true

—BTS, Fake Love (English Translation)

💥Trigger Warning : Toxic Exes, breakup over the phone, implied friends to lovers, gay panic moment, MinSung (Minho x Jisung)

Word count : 2,347

AO3

A/N : This was intended to be a short little prompt and it obviously got away from me! 🤗 Originally supposed to be for @rainfallingfromthesky but the MinSung makes me think @keepswingin will be a fan. 😂 Hope you enjoy it!~

~*~

“It’s just not working out,” Jisung tells her gently, phone pressed to his ear, bracing for the inevitable argument.

“Wait, what?! You’re breaking up with me?!” She exclaims through the line.

“Yeah… I’m sorry…” he apologizes as sincerely as he can muster. But he’s not really sorry.

This girl has been doing nothing but ask him for money or to buy her things all week! Most of the time, she doesn’t even respond to his texts! It’s too obvious that she doesn’t and hasn’t even cared about him or his feelings for the past four months. So he’s decided now is as good a time as ever to let her go. Cut his losses and move on.

The laugh he hears in response is sarcastic at best before she switches to an overly sweet coo. “You don’t wanna break up with me! Come on, Ji baby! Why don’t we go out to a nice restaurant and talk about this!”

Usually, he’d feel bad for handling a breakup over the phone instead of in person, but he’s so glad he did in this case. The way his eyes roll to the back of his skull in annoyance at the suggestion would have definitely offended her worse. He’s struggling enough just trying to keep his breathing even and not letting out any noises of frustration. Maybe he should have just texted her at this point.

“No, no. There’s no reason to draw this out,” he says, hearing a ‘but’ as he goes on to keep her from interrupting. “It’s been fun but I don’t think we’re good for each other. It’d just be best for both of us to go our separate ways.” He rushes out and crosses his fingers that she won’t make this harder than it needs to be.

On the other end, he heard her scoff. “Really, wow. I guess the rumors really were true. Do you think you’re better than everyone else, Han Jisung? ‘Cause I hate to be the bearer of bad news but you’re not all that.” She sneers. “It was embarrassing hearing about you from all my friends. Seeing all those videos of you having a panic attack walking through the airport. What kind of Idol gets anxiety from just getting on a plane!” She laughs cruelly.

“Ouch, okay then. I see what this really meant to you,” Jisung snaps back angrily, not that this was any news to him.

He already knew she was only into him for his money but his heart still hurts that he still hasn’t been able to find someone who likes him for him. Whether he had money and fame or not.

“You won’t have to worry about me ‘embarrassing you’ anymore. It’s over.” His tone burns with anger as the words leave his lips. Sharp-edged, firm and indisputable. No room for argument.

“Fine!” She huffs in arrogant annoyance. “You’ll be back.” She adds he can hear the cocky smirk she must be wearing as she says it.

Breathing a laugh, “Doubtful,” he says, ending the call before he can waste another second on their pointless relationship.

Jisung sighs as he drops his phone to the mattress, pressing the heels of his hands against his eye sockets. He’s exhausted. It’s been the same thing over and over again since he’s tried dating.

He hates it. He can’t tell who genuinely cares about him or who’s only out for themselves. It always starts off great and they seem so sweet and affectionate. Then, at some point along the way, it just flips and they’re flirting with the other members or only giving him attention when they want something.

His mind is a mess, thoughts racing in the worst possible directions. From the self-conscious worry of ‘Is it him?’ ‘Is he the reason it never works out?’ To the despair of ‘he’ll be alone forever.’ ‘He’ll never find someone who truly loves him.’

The buzz of his phone beside him pulls his brain out of its spiraling. He glances at the back of it, debating if he dare flip it over and see who was messaging him. It was probably her, continuing the arguments or pleading for another chance.

It’s always the same.

With a resigned huff, he grabs his phone more aggressively than was probably necessary as he flips the screen to see the notification. The tension in his brow immediately eases, sighing out a relieved breath at seeing it in fact wasn’t a text from ‘Little Miss Gold Digger’ but instead was from Minho. A pointless text about his meal, complete with a picture of proof. Too zoomed in to really tell if it looks good or not.

Even still. No matter how mundane the topic is, Jisung finds that he’s never annoyed by his best friend’s messages. He actually looks forward to them. They make him feel normal for once.

He closes his eyes as his head tilts back with a smile spreading across his lips. A feeling of deep gratitude replacing all the negativity that had filled his chest. Thankful that he’s not truly alone. He has Minho and the rest of his members going through it with him. The few people who understand everything he’s going through. Minho, the one who knows him better than anyone else in the world. Who he can turn to with his struggles without worry of judgment.

He’s already pressed the call button before even giving it a second thought. And Minho doesn’t disappoint, answering on the first ring.

“Ah, my dinner looked too delicious for you to resist, huh Jagiya?” He laughs, the infectious sound tugging at the corners of Jisung’s lips.

“Yeah right, I couldn’t even tell what you were having, hyung,” he replies with a chuckle that quickly dies with his sunken mood. “But uh, would it be ok if I come by your dorm tonight?”

There’s a pause from the other end of the line.

“Of course you can,” he says easily before asking, “Is something wrong, Hannie?”

Jisung cringes at the question because he can’t be honest and just say ‘everything is wrong actually.’ Minho would worry about him. And Jisung already felt like too much of a burden by asking to come over.

So he’ll lie to ease it a little bit.

“Everything’s fine, hyung. I just, don’t wanna be alone right now,” but he can’t stop the honesty that slips out. Minho was good for that. No matter how much Jisung wants to hide the truth, it always comes out around him.

“Come over, Hannie. We can talk if you want after we watch a few episodes together,” Minho offers, a gentle undertone to his voice. Understanding and willing to listen. When he’s ready, of course.

~*~

Two episodes quickly snowballs into five as it often did when Minho and Jisung binge-watch a show together. The TV is switched off when Minho finally decides it’s getting a little late.

Jisung uncurls himself from around the dancer with a stretch and yawn. Another habit the two have adopted over the years of watching anime together. Slowly migrating across the couch or mattress until they are huddled up to each other for warm, comfy cuddles.

It’s never been something they’ve thought about much. They enjoyed the skinship and didn’t question it further than that.

“I guess I could go back to the other dorms now,” Jisung sighs, shoving his palms against the cushions to push himself up.

“Hold on, Hannie. We’re not done here yet,” Minho says, grabbing his wrist to yank him back down on the couch. Jisung chuckles but doesn’t put up much of a fight as he relaxes back into his seat.

“What are you talking about, Weirdo? You’re the one who turned the show off!” He retorts playfully. But Minho turns his whole body to face him, giving his undivided attention.

“Don’t you wanna talk about what was bothering you earlier?” He asks, tilting his head as his elbow props it up on the back of the sofa.

Jisung stiffens.

He’d almost forgotten. But everything comes flooding back to the forefront of his mind. The struggle, the longing, the loneliness. He’d almost forgotten of that in the few hours he spent with Minho.

But it will inevitably all come back when he leaves again. Searching for the person who will fill the cracks left in his heart.

How was he even supposed to explain that?

The rapper lets out a heavy sigh, eyes fixed on the way his fingers pick at a frayed string on his jeans. “I broke up with that girl I was seeing. You know, the blonde one?”

Minho hums. “Good, I didn’t like her anyway.”

“Huh?!” Jisung shrieks. “Why didn’t you say anything for the last four months?!” But Minho just shrugs.

“She wasn’t butting into my Hannie time too much.” Then he pauses, dramatically tapping his chin in thought. “To be honest, I kinda forgot she existed half the time.”

That makes Jisung chuckle almost humorlessly. “Yeah me too,” he sighs. “The only reason she liked me was the fame and money. When I told her I was done, she even made fun of me for my anxiety. She didn’t care about me, she never did.” His words quiet and fragile as they left his mouth. The unspoken worry of ‘Will anyone ever love me?’ lingering in the air.

“Well that’s her loss.” Minho says firmly, and Jisung sees the anger burning behind his eyes when he looks back at him. “And if she really can’t understand that your anxiety is not a choice, then she didn’t deserve you in the first place.”

If he thought about it, looking close enough, he could swear he saw smoke coming out of Minho’s nostrils with how angry he seems. It sends a wave of warmth spreading through his chest as a quiet chuckle bubbles out. “Of course you think that, you’re my overprotective best friend!”

Minho stays quiet for a moment, his eyes seeming to search his for something he can’t quite place. But his gut flips with a nervousness he’s not used to with his best friend. Then Minho sighs softly in resignation as he leans back, breaking the tension strung tightly between them.

“No, Hannie, I mean it. You deserve the world from whoever you choose to be with.” He corrects but Jisung furrows his brows as a pout scrunches his face.

“Ok, sure. Whatever you say,” he grumbles. “I haven’t found anyone even remotely close to treating me like that so far.” He lets out his own deep sigh. “I want to find the real thing but it’s so hard. Everyone’s a fan but for all the wrong reasons. I’m so sick of this fake love.”

“Then stop looking out there and look around instead.”

Jisung’s head snaps up to look at the older boy across from him. Minho holds his gaze, intently watching for his reaction. Does he mean what he thinks he means? And why has his stomach erupted into a fit of butterflies?

“Wh-what are you talking about, hyung! Don’t say weird stuff!” Jisung laughs nervously, trying to play it off as if his brain wasn’t suddenly speeding at a million miles an hour. As if his heart wasn’t racing with a mix of panic and giddiness.

Minho’s eyes crinkle in the corners as a smirk forms on his lips. “There’s nothing weird about being honest about how you feel!” He teases lightly, clearly enjoying Jisung’s squirming and flushed cheeks.

The younger makes an embarrassed noise, covering his face with his hands to hide the darkening shade of red. “Ah! You’re just messing with me!”

Warm, gentle fingers wrapping around his wrist to pull his hand away. Jisung’s wide eyes lift to look at him. “I’m not.” He replies with a softened smile, his hand keeping contact with the skin of his wrist.

The look in his eyes made his spine tingle and his heart flutter. It dawns on him that he hopes it’s true. Hopes that Minho feels something stronger than friendship towards him. His stomach does a somersault at the prospect.

When did the feelings for his best friend grow past admiration into this deep fondness? And why has he never noticed it happening?

He isn’t sure how long he sat there trying to wrack his brain for an answer before Minho’s chuckle snaps him out of his own head. “You’re overthinking it, Sungie.”

He wasn’t wrong, but how could he not?! This is his best friend! What if they try to make something work between them and then it ruins what they already have?!

Minho’s grip on his wrist squeezes lightly, pulling him out of his thoughts again. A soft smile is there waiting for him.

“I don’t need you to say anything right now. Just, think about it, ok?” The dancer requests, eyes pleading.

Jisung wants to tell him how he feels. But how can he do that when he hasn’t even sorted through his feelings himself? So he gulps down the lump in his throat and nods, trying to portray his sincerity through their held gaze.

The way Minho’s eyes crinkle happily again makes Jisung relax, his chest filling with warmth. “Good, now come here, Sungie. One more episode won’t hurt, right?” He readjusts with his arms open, welcoming the other boy in for cuddles again.

Jisung laughs under his breath but doesn’t argue, scooting closer and tucking himself against Minho’s side like he always does. Minho’s arm tightens around his shoulders before relaxing, rubbing his back comfortingly.

As the episode starts up, Jisung finds himself letting out a content sigh, snuggling deeper into Minho’s chest. He doesn’t have to overthink this. This is his comfort place. And Minho can read him without him saying a word. Complicated wasn’t a thing between them. They’ll figure out what they want in due time and everything will be fine. He’s sure of it.

And even though he feels like he’s been through hell trying to get here, maybe he’s finally found a safe place to keep his heart.

#stray kids fic #minsung #minho x jisung #lee know x han #lee know #han jisung #skz fic #skz fanfic #stray kids fanfic #kokinu09 writes

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suga-kookiemonster · 23 days

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Sometimes I see people being curious about the dishwasher shitter and let me tell you how I found out it was a person shitting in a dishwasher:

English is not my first nor second language, it is in fact the third, so when I read sometimes my head goes blank on a few words. For example: the phrase "who shit in the dishwasher?!" In my head I read "who shit in the rhjdndbhrnrbbrhdn?!" Because it's easier or whatever (and they're not very common in my country), sometimes that happens with names, it's very convenient when reading stories, specially smut, because I associate the character without caring about the names and I detach from hurtful plots.

So, I was rereading Ego last year and let me tell you, for some reason I processed for the first time that it was in fact a dishwasher and became extremely disgusted I was immediately on Joon's side, not that I wasn't before, I just saw the disgust for the first time😅😅for some reason my head pictured a washing machine and somehow that was less disgusting because how do you clean that shit? I would never use it again if I lived there and wouldn't associate with anyone that lived there as well because what if there's still poop there? How is it possible to disinfect and trust the process like that?

That being said, it had to be one of them that's fucking with Joon or all of them are in on it so no one snitches when they see because there's no way no one caught the person in the act.

I think I never saw you answer this before, but I didn't follow you when you started posting Ego, what prompted the fic to be written? I think there are a few fics that came from specific pictures of Tae, but I was curious to know what prompted the baby angel Kookie to grace us with his exhibitionist ass🥺

Anyway, I'm waiting patiently for Kook's new fic💕💕💕💕💕

first of all, you are the coolest for speaking 3 languages 😮‍💨 i am in AWE!!💕 secondly, your commentary is hilarious and it never crossed my mind when i was writing the fic that dishwashers aren't necessarily a universal thing 🤣 though fraternities are distinctly american, so i guess that would automatically set the lens the fic is read through. in any case, thank you for validating ego!joon, though i think we all are definitely on his side on that topic 😂😂

to answer your question on why i originally wrote the fic, ego was the first bts fic i ever wrote, and i started it right around the time i first found bangtan in 2017 and my obsession with the group was going full force LOL. i've been in fandom spaces for most of my life, and once i have a new obsession, my first task always seems to be to check out the fanfic and see what's up. i read a number of fics i loved and some others that weren't my cup of tea, but what really made me want to join in was that nearly all of the second-person writing (which i had never seen done before in fanfiction) was obviously written from the perspective of a white person. i, as you know, am not white, and there were only so many times i could read about "my" face flushing red and running my hands through "my" hair before i started to wonder if this new fandom i had found actually wasn't very happy about me (or others who look like me) interacting with the content. so, i simply said fuck it and decided to write my own "reader-insert" fic that i could actually insert myself into!

at the time, i was intrigued by irl jungkook's duality--he's such a shy sweetheart, but he certainly knew how to burn up the stage! and this idea floated into my mind where you accidentally walk in on sweet, shy jungkookie railing another girl, and though he sees you watching, he doesn't stop. so, that scene in the first chapter was the genesis for the fic, and everything else spiraled from there! the characters kinda created themselves as i wrote them, and though i obviously had a broad outline of the fic before i started writing it, a lot of the shenanigans popped up while i wrote each chapter. it was a lot of fun! haha

anyways, thank you so much for asking 💜 i can't believe it's been that long since i started writing ego, and that certainly took me back 🥹💕 i appreciate you, and thanks for looking forward to my next fic!

#asks #fic: ego #fic: ctrl alt del

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bitbybitwrites · 7 months

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fic writer 20 questions - ask game

I was tagged by @kurtsascot - Thanks for thinking of me!💖

tagging the following to answer, only if they want to : @heartsmadeofbooks, @gleefulpoppet, @forabeatofadrum, @rockitmans, @hkvoyage @myheartalivewrites, @clottedcreamfudge @lady-divine-writes, @yadivagirl @kirakiwiwrites @scatter-the-stars @spaceorphan18, @1908jmd @little-escapist and anyone else who may be interested - jump on in!

1. how many works do you have on ao3?

2. whats your ao3 word count?

146,161

3. what fandoms do you write for?

Right now, just Glee. But I'm contemplating branching out (*cough RWRB cough*) 😉

4. top 5 fics by kudos

1.) If I Can Make Your Heart My Home 2.) Under The Cover of Darkness 3.) Trick of Treat 4.) Come Into My Parlor 5.) Klaine Drabbles and Shorts

5. do you respond to comments? why or why not?

I do! Sometimes it takes me awhile respond, but I like to. I really appreciate when folks drop a comment. I know it's easy to hit kudos and move on, but when a reader adds just a little more, it's a nice thing to see. Like you've taken just a little extra time to let me know what you are thinking, if you are frustrated, if you're happy, if you all are getting the same feeling as readers as I do as a writer - it's nice to see and I like to acknowledge that the reader has done that.

6. what is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Ending? Well I seem to deposit my angst in the middle of fics - so if we are talking about endings that's a tough call. I'm not sure if it would be considered angsty . . but Come Into My Parlor doesn't really have a happy ending - so maybe that one?

7. whats the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Ahhhh . . most of my fics have ended happily - I don't know what the happiest one is. Maybe Under The Cover of Darkness?

8. do you get hate on fics?

No . . I mean I've had some very passionate responses towards characters and what they've done in fics - but nothing that was a disparaging take on my writing style as a whole.

9. do you write smut? if so, what kind?

*blushing* ok . . yes. No PWP written as of yet, but I've had some smut in my fics - though I'm on the fence as to how good I am at it. 😂. I'm getting better! (or at least trying!) I've written mature and explicit scenes in fics . . dabbled a little with some bondage and D/s . . not sure how to answer this "what kind" of smut part of this question 😂

10. do you write crossovers? whats the craziest one youve ever written?

So far, have only written one. It was and Adams Family/Glee fic inspired by a drawing by @justgleekout called Dancing In The Moonlight. Now was it the craziest? Well it certainly wasn't a crossover I would have ever expected to write- but it really kind of made sense once I saw the artwork and thought about it for a bit.

11. have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not to my knowledge. If anyone sees anything, let me know!

12. have you ever had a fic translated?

Same answer to 11. Not to my knowedge.

13. have you ever cowritten a fic before?

Not at this time. More of a solo writer. I tend to take a long time to write and I think I'd frustrate the hell out of any poor person matched up to write a fic with me.

As an aside, when you talk about being paired up with another person for a challenge - like someone else provides the prompt/art and you need to fill in the rest - its both very exciting and nerve wracking for me at the same time. I've only done 2 of those so far (my current WIP - the Reverse Prompt challenge and a Secret Santa challenge.) There's always this part of me that's worried that I'm going to disappoint whoever I'm paired up with - will I live up to their expectations to what they are hoping the finished fic will turn out to be. Will my ideas go beyond what they wanted, if I have to tweak or changes to the original prompt, will they be open to it/ my interpretation of the prompt? I guess in my head if its something I'm writing on my own, I only have myself to disappoint if the finished product isn't quite right.

14. fave all time ship?

Right now I'm big into in my Klaine and Firstprince era 😂. I love those boys.

15. wip you want to finish but doubt you will?

Right now the WIP I all have I intend to finish - just gotta find the time.

16. what are your writing strengths?

Maybe dialogue. I think most of my dialogue feels very natural. I think I'm pretty good at editing. Brainstorming ideas?

17. what are your writing weaknesses?

Spelling. The use of an ellipsis 😂 Timing . . .I'm horrible with deadlines.

18. thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in a fic?

I don't mind doing it. I just make sure to add some sort of translation for it somewhere. Either along side ( like having the english translation in parenthesis next to the foreign language parts ) or in the end notes of a fic.

19. first fandom you wrote for?

Glee

20. fave fic youve written?

I really enjoying my current WIP - If I Can Make Your Heart My Home but aside from that since its not technically completed yet, I have to say I really enjoyed writing All Aboard. It probably is overstuffed with call backs to the show, which I love seeing in any fics (call backs to whatever the source material is) - and it was fun trying to craft the story without giving too much of it away at once so the ending (hopefully) will be a surprise?

#ask game

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dotster001 · 1 year

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Girl Dad

Summary: Chevalier adopts an heir.

A/N: this was originally supposed to be for a request, but I misread part of it. I really like how it came out tho, so I'm posting it by itself. I based the five year old he adopts after my sassy five year old cousin, cause only a sassy kiddo could keep up with him 😂 if you like this...keep an eye out for a very similar fic to be released later that's actually based off the prompt I was given

CW:Emma is not reader, spreading my aro/Ace Chev agenda

A king needs an heir. It was purely business, but as Chevalier had yet to take on a wife or lover, Sariel had to resort to other methods of ensuring the bloodline.

Having dragged the young king to an orphanage, Sariel was having a word with the headmistress, and watched as the king walked away, face set like he was marching into battle.

The bloody beast eyed the children, as they cried and scurried away. Unsurprising. it was what he expected when Sariel had told him about the day's events.

To be honest, it would be truly foolish for any of them to approach the brutal beast.

"Excuse me," he felt a tug on his coat, and turned to see a little girl, looking up at him expectantly.

"Do you wanna see my drawing? It's probably the best drawing in the whole world."

Apparently his silence was answer enough, because she slipped her small hand into his, and "dragged" him to her bed, where the drawing was kept.

All Chev saw were some pink squiggles.

"That's me. Princess Ada. Do you wanna be in my drawing?"

She was immediately adding some blue squiggles to her picture. Then she handed the paper to Chev.

"There. Now you're a princess too!"

Chev stared at the paper with a blank expression.

….

Sariel and the headmistress both stopped their discussions as Chevalier walked out the door with Ada in his arms.

Sariel sighed.

"I guess he picked that one. Get me her paperwork."

….

"This room needs more pink."

Ada was walking around the room, giving it a scrutinizing look.

"And more stuffed animals."

She stood still and nodded.

"But I like it."

Chev said nothing, but she didn't seem to need him to speak to understand. Another sign that he'd chosen well.

….

"Your job is to wrangle my child."

Chevalier had forgotten how five year olds do not stay in one place without supervision. And Ada was giving even Clavis a run for his money. So he'd called in the simpleton.

"I never really thought of you as having a child," Emma laughed. "But I suppose it was bound to happen eventually, considering-"

"Princess Ada is probably picking flowers in the garden, swimming in the fountain, or making a mess of Clavis' experiments. I suggest you start looking."

He left with a flourish, ignoring her poorly hidden giggles.

….

"These lessons are boring," Chevalier heard as he entered Sariel's office, where he was attempting to teach Ada about her new kingdom.

Ada perked up when she saw him.

"I can stop learning today right?"

Chev said nothing.

"Daddy says I can skip lessons today," she said with authority.

"He did not–" Sariel began, but was cut off as Chevalier scooped up Ada, and took her out of the room. But not before Ada stuck out her tongue at a very stressed Sariel.

….

"Tell your dad what you did," Emma said firmly.

"I took my bath very fast," Ada said unapologetically.

"When?"

"Just now!" She seemed so proud. But she was also bone dry.

"Why aren't you wet then?" Chevalier asked.

"I dried off very fast," she said with a scowl.

"So you didn't take your bath, and lied to Miss Simpleton-"

"Miss Emma-"

"And now think you can fool me?"

"I dried off very fast! I'll show you!"

Ada picked up a pretend towel and erratically wiped herself off with it. Chevalier sighed.

"Fine, I'll go take a second bath, I guess," Ada said with a pout, stomping from the room.

….

"Wanna hear a joke? Ask me what a candy cane with salt is!" Ada exclaimed, as she swung her legs back and forth in the chair next to Chev's desk.

"What's a candy cane with salt?" He muttered, not looking up from his paperwork.

"A pwetzel!"

Chev froze.

"What?"

"A pwetzel!"

He looked up at her, setting his pen down, giving her his undivided attention.

"What's a candy cane with salt?"

She huffed. "A pwetzel, I already told you!"

For once in his life, the brutal, bloody, genius was completely lost.

"Huh-"

"Princess Ada, it's time for Uncle Licht to give you your riding lessons," Sariel said, at the door.

"Yay! Hey Sariel, wanna hear a joke?" Chev heard as they both trailed down the hallway.

"I wish I'd known sooner all it would take to take you down was a five year old girl," Clavis snickered, expertly dodging the pen Chevalier threw at him.

….

The King was a busy man, what with all the work he had to do to keep Obsidian at bay. But he made sure to take a break every night to put his little one to sleep.

Her room was much more pink now, and filled with mountains of stuffed animals. It hadn't been long before she had asked for frilly pink nightgowns. And whatever Princess Ada wanted, Princess Ada got.

Chev pulled the covers up and tucked her in, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead.

"Can you read me a story before bedtime? I promise, just one and I'll go to sleep."

"You told me just one yesterday, and I read four stories to you."

"Hee hee, yeah. But I promise to be a good girl today!"

With a sigh, Chevalier pulled a book he'd gotten from the simpleton's dog off the shelf, and began,

"Once upon a time…"

#ikemen prince chevalier #ikemen prince #chevalier michel #ikepri chevalier

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mrsjellymunson · 4 months

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okay, so I'm gonna need any information you're willing to share on "3 Holes..." please and thank you <3

LOL, I did wonder whether that one would pique a bit of interest 😂😂😂

This is 3 ideas I’ve had for this month’s @steddiemicrofic Steddie drabble-writing challenge for the prompt ‘hole’.

Hole number 1

is a 90s AU that involves, amongst other things, a skateboarding Dustin Henderson (sadly, all too briefly), a broken CD case and a dead fly, and it’ll probably have a T rating.

Here’s a snippet:

The stranger looks like he’s about to walk off, and Steve finds he doesn’t want him to. Thinking quickly, but not very originally, he blurts, “Watcha listening to, anyway?”

Appraising Steve, but not unkindly, the stranger replies,

“Uh, something you probably wouldn’t like.”

“Sounds like a challenge. Try me.”

Hole number 2

is a handyman!Eddie x new tenant!Steve super-cheesy p0rñ plot (seriously, it deserves its own funky guitar soundtrack), which will probably have a rating of M and stops just as you get to the good bit because I enjoyed writing the set-up too much and the wordcount target this time is only 404 🤷‍♀️ Here’s a sneaky bit:

Steve returns to kneel at the altar of disassembled flat pack furniture he’s been trying to build, but gets distracted by Eddie’s deft arm movements as he stretches and bends to repair the holes, black ink dancing and the occasional glimpses of his torso appearing as his shirt rides up.

Steve forces himself to look back at the instructions. They might as well be in Swedish. Maybe they are…

Hole number 3

is a dental technician x new patient smutfest (I haven’t finally decided who’s who yet - somehow I automatically gravitate towards writing dom!Eddie and sub!Steve, but the tech is the dom in this and I think the job would probably suit Steve better). It’s half flirting and half filth and will have an E rating, but I can only publish it if someone is ok with me using some of their dialogue from a personal post, and I haven’t heard back from them yet. I could rewrite it with my own I guess so it may well see the light of day after all, and I can still share the first little bit…

“Looks like you've got a little hole here, Mr Munson.”

The dentist’s implements clatter back into the tray by Eddie’s head.

“We could fill it for you now, if you’d like. It won’t take long.”

Eddie, shit-scared of dentists since he was a kid, does all he can to hold it together and not book it straight out of the room. He’s an adult now, for goodness’ sake.

“O-okay, sure, I guess.”

“Great. I’ll just get my technician. Steve!”

“You bellowed, doctor?”

Wow. The doorway fills with the prettiest-looking healthcare worker Eddie’s ever seen.

Maybe this won’t be so bad after all…

Thanks so much for asking!! 🥰🥰🥰

#TYSM #ask game #asked and answered #WIPs

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jerzwriter · 2 years

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But I won't do THAT!

Book: Open Heart (Late Book 2 Timeline)

Pairing: Tobias Carrick x F!MC (Casey MacTavish)

Rating: Mature (for innuendo, not explicit)

Category: Sexy Fluff

Summary: Tobias is not used to hearing no from his new girlfriend, so when he does, it leaves him flustered. Will Casey give in?

Words: 1026

A/N: OK – part two of the reverse Uno ask from @dr-colossal-pita (who is all wrong about MATH 😂) The original Prompt is highlighted in the text. I’m also participating in @choicesflashfics week #2, prompt #3 (highlighted & italics bold below), and @choicesmonthlychallenge – Flufftober - Laughter

“I don’t want to do this,” Casey groaned; she was almost joking but still serious.

“Come on, Baby! I’ve never known you to give up so easily. That’s one of the things I like most about you,” Tobias winked.

“Oh, real nice. I say no to something, for like the first time ever, and you’re going to try to goad me into it?”

“I’m not goading!” He insisted as he wrapped his arm around her from behind, pulling her tight against him. He peppered the tender skin under her ear with kisses, eliciting a symphony of giggles as she tried to squirm away.

“Stop,” she cried, escaping his grasp. “You’re like a teenage boy whose girlfriend just told him no!”

“Well, many would argue that is my maturity level, you are my girlfriend, finally, and you just said no… so….”

She turned to him with a heavy sigh, her eyes still riddled with conflict.

“You know I don’t like saying no to you, T. But I’m afraid I’ll get hurt.”

“Come on, Casey! I won't let anything hurt you; you're safe with me. I promise we’ll take it nice and easy. Besides, I’ll be doing most of the work.”

Her defenses were beginning to wear down, but her hesitancy was still evident.

“T… I’ve done this once before, and it went badly.”

“Wait!” He exclaimed. “When did you do this? With who?”

“I’d rather not say to protect the other party and myself.”

“You’re not making me feel any better there, princess. Now, I’m offended. You’ve done it with someone else, but you won’t even try it with me.”

“OK, what if we wait until the weekend? We’ll have more….”

“Case, what difference will it make?”

“OK, fine!” she huffed. “! I’ll try, but if I get hurt, so help me….”

“Trust me a little. Follow my instructions, we’ll be done in no time, and I'll be so happy when it's done. You like making me happy, don't you, baby.”

“You're incorrigible,” she laughed. “Let’s just get this over with before I change my mind.”

“Great attitude there! And what are you….” he rolled his eyes with frustration. “Casey, you aren’t supposed to bend over like that! If that’s how you did it last time, no wonder you got hurt! Here. Let me show you how.”

“You’re going to demonstrate,” she giggled.

“Only because I want to do this tonight. Now, this is how you do it.”

“Yes, sir….” She teased, causing his eyes to darken.

“Watch your words, baby girl. You know where that could lead. Now, you ready?”

“I guess so. But wait? Should I be on top or bottom?”

“Whatever you’re most comfortable with.”

“OK, I’m staying on top.”

“Fine,” he grumbled. “Now, can we do this?”

They barely moved when…

“OW!”

“Casey, I didn’t even move yet!”

“I think I pulled a muscle.”

Tobias shook his head. "Pulled a.. pulled... how could you have pulled a muscle? We didn't even start!"

“I know!” Casey whined. “I’m just scared!”

“Then, we don’t do it.”

“And you get all grumpy?”

“When have I ever gotten grumpy because you said no?”

Casey raised her eyebrows with a sarcastic smile. “How often have I said no?”

“Point taken. Look, let’s just try, and if it’s too much for you. We stop. No questions asked. OK?”

“Fine,” she surrendered. “Let’s do this.”

They both got into position, and Tobias lifted first.

“OK, baby, good job! Now just turn a tiny bit to the left….”

“I can’t,” Casey replied. “It doesn’t fit.”

“Casey, it fits. It has obviously fit before.”

“But it’s not fitting now.”

“Just move a little bit to the left, OK? That’s the sweet spot right there.”

They tried one more time, then, with one clumsy shift, it was Tobias who was nearly injured… and Casey was at fault.

“OK! That’s it!” She yelled. “It's bad enough if I get hurt, but I don't want to hurt you! We’re done. I’m not doing this! Understand? You can’t even pay me to do this!”

“Not even for me, baby?” he smirked.

“Not even for you. I love you, but one of us is going to get hurt.”

“Fine,” he huffed. “Just help me get this thing back where it was then. I’ll have Bryce do it with me on Saturday.”

“Bryce!” She exclaimed. “Yeah, good luck with that! He’s not going to do it. That's who I did it with - it was a disaster!"

“Wait! It was with Bryce! You’re the one responsible for him having three fingers in splints!”

“Oh, that’s how he likes to sell it! But I told him I wasn’t ready, he didn’t listen, and his hastiness left me with a sprained muscle in my back! I was out of work for three days.”

“Wow. But that could have ruined his surgical career! You’re right. He won’t help. But who am I gonna ask? Ethan?

“Tobias. How about you call a moving company? You’re rich, dude. You don’t have to move this couch down the steps yourself!”

“It’s a matter of ego," he insisted.

“How bout this?” she purred. “You call a mover, they can get the couch out of here, and if your little ego is damaged because big, manly Dr. Carrick couldn’t get the couch out by himself, I’ll work extra hard to show you how big and manly you are.”

“Actually, I’d be the one extra hard,” he chuckled.

“And then we’re all winners.” She picked up her phone and typed “movers” in her Google search. “What do you say, baby? Should I go for it?”

“Hit it! But I still can’t believe you. You didn’t really give it a try.”

“Tobias, we both knew this would be the first time and the last time we ever attempted this.”

“You’re not wrong,” he sighed. “Now, let’s make that appointment. Then maybe we can get some practice in on helping with that bruised ego.”

“Whose,” she laughed. “Yours or mine?”

“Does it matter?” He winked. “It’ll be fun either way.”

“True,” Casey agreed. “In fact… do we really need to make the appointment right now. It could wait until tomorrow?"

“Yeah, screw that!" He exclaimed. "Race ya to the bedroom?”

“Since when do we need the bedroom?" she shrugged.

"And this is why I love you."

Will try tagging again later... because... tumblr.

#open heart fanfics #choices fanfics #tobias carrick #tobias carrick x mc #tobias x casey #choices fic writers creations #cfwc fics of the week #choices monthly challenge #choices flashfics

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saturncodedstarlette · 15 days

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God!Ghost : . . .

[God!Ghost watching his beloved sleeping, cuddling with their three-headed dog “Riley” instead of him]

God!Ghost, is conflicted :

God!Ghost, sighs : Yes, this is now my life, my beloved has replaced me with our giant-ass three headed dog 😤

Riley, smug : Rooo 😏

God!Ghost, half-heartedly glaring at Riley : Count your blessings, boy

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cable-knit-sweater · 2 years

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Hopeful about the second prompt? The pairing is Stucky and the prompt is endearments. I would love to read a fic where Steve and/or Bucky forget themselves and call each other honey or darling while confronting a villain, possibly a Hydra maniac.

Or the possibility of Evanstan+endearments? Chris and Seb have agreed to do another movie together, and they mistakenly forget the microphone is still on during a press conference.

Hi lovely!!! Thank you so much for sending in a new prompt!! 💗💗 Your first idea was so lovely, and I’m sorry I couldn’t do that one (for now), but these ones are amazing too and I definitely had a lot of thoughts on them. I decided to go with the Evanstan one, even if I love the Stucky version too and might end up writing it some day soon!

I have to say, this one has been on my mind SO much, I couldn’t wait to start writing it. I even dreamed about it 😂, but unfortunately I can’t remember any of the details. Anyway, here it is. I hope you enjoy!! 💕💕😘 (and I’m sorry for spamming everyone’s dash with two fics in one day, I just finished this one and I had to put it out there immediately 😂)

Evanstan + Endearments, 1.9k, T

Read on Ao3 or below

They’ve been doing press for days now, sitting in hotel rooms for junkets with press coming in and out, the same questions asked over and over again. Today is the last day, with a full press conference, all of the cast and the director together, sitting behind a long table. They’ve been at it for about half an hour already, all the same questions again.

He’s proud of this movie and he’ll gladly talk about it, don’t get him wrong. He just wishes people would be a little more original in their questions. Chris hears Seb sigh deeply next to him, and he looks over. “I just wish this thing could be over already”, Seb whispers when he catches Chris staring. Chris nods. “Yeah, me too baby, me too”, he breathes out, slumping in his chair a little.

But then Seb’s eyes get huge, and Chris notices the room suddenly falling silent. He looks around, confused. Are they done? Did someone ask him a question? He looks back at Sebastian, who seems to have a little difficulty getting his words out. “The…Chris- the mic.”, he finally stutters, a blush on his face, looking a little scared.

It finally dawns on him. Fuck. He said that out loud, into the mic. Everyone heard. How could he be so stupid? It’s not like this is his first press conference, for god’s sake. He feels his own cheeks heat up. He tries to get himself together though, knowing he needs to fix this. He looks back into the crowd, no longer silent but people murmuring to each other, staring at them.

He chuckles nervously. “Uhm. God, I guess I’m really exhausted, aren’t I?”, trying to play it off, and the journalists as well as some of the cast laughs with him. “But I can’t be blamed really, Sebastian really does have a baby face, must have been on my mind staring at the posters for this thing so much. Have you seen them? Doesn’t he look great?”, he rambles. “Wait until you see what he does in this movie, I’m so glad I got to work with him again, he’s so freaking good.”

He’s not sure whether his nervous chattering helped any, but people seem to move on. The next question is mercifully not directed at him or Seb, so he slumps down again in his chair, but tries not to let his face show how worried he is about the whole thing, everything he said and everything they heard. He feels Seb press their knees together under the table, out of sight, trying to offer a little comfort.

It helps a little bit, but he can’t get himself to look at Sebastian for the rest of the conference. He answers the questions he gets after that as best as he can. It’s over soon enough, and he follows everyone else out the room into the backstage area. He gets some looks from other cast members and the director, but no one says anything. He can’t find Seb though, even if he should’ve been right behind him.

They get to leave soon enough, the premiere for their movie that same night, so they all have some time to decompress and get ready. He gets into the car organized by the studio. He knows he shouldn’t worry yet, Sebastian would’ve gone back separately anyway, but he can’t help it. He needs to talk to him, and the panicked texts he’s sent so far have gone unanswered.

When he gets to the hotel and thanks the driver, he immediately goes up to Seb’s room. They’ve been staying in Chris’s room together, but something tells him he’s not going to find his boyfriend there right now. He knocks on the door impatiently, all sorts of scenarios going through his head. It only takes a moment before the door opens though, Seb resting his head against the frame, looking at him for a second with a look Chris can’t quite figure out.

Then he shakes his head, opens the door wider and walks back into the room, Chris taking it as an invitation to follow him. Sebastian sits down on the couch, and Chris hovers a little close by, not sure how welcome he is right now. Eventually, Seb sighs. “Come on, sit down Chris, you’re making me nervous.” He does as he’s told, sitting down but giving Sebastian enough space.

He nervously scratches the back of his neck. “So i uhm. I fucked up a little there, didn’t I?”, he chuckles. “I was really just so tired, can’t believe I messed up like that.” Sebastian nods. “Yeah, don’t worry about it. It happens, it’s fine”, he says, but clearly things are not fine. “Come on Seb, what’s going on?”, he presses.”I did mess up, but I think I covered well enough? I think people just found me a little odd, I don’t think we should be worried about anyone thinking anything more of it.”

Oops. He’s clearly batting a 1000 today, judging from the look on Sebastian’s face after he says that, a deep frown on his face, the annoyed puff of breath he lets out. He can see Seb bite the inside of his cheek, like he’s trying to stop himself from saying something. “Seb…Please just talk to me?”, Chris says, and he can hear the worry and desperation in his own voice.

Sebastian doesn’t look at him, sighs deeply. Eventually he seems to take pity on Chris, and starts to explain, words coming out in a rush. “I think that’s the problem though. It was so easy for you to cover it up, pretend like it was just some odd outburst. And I get it, I do. You made a mistake and you wanted the attention off of you, off us, and I understand. But… I-I just can’t help but wonder how long you want to keep this a secret, how long you want to keep doing this. And I know there are things to keep in mind, that it could affect our careers, yours maybe more than mine, but I just…”, he trails off finally taking in a deep breath.

“Oh honey”, Chris says, feeling a little guilty. He knew Seb struggled with this, he does too, but it’s clearly been eating at Sebastian more than he thought. “Come here baby”, he says, grabbing Seb’s hand and pulling him towards him. Sebastian lets himself be pulled, ends up sitting in Chris’s lap. Chris pushes a lock of hair out of Seb’s face, tucking it behind his ear. “Hey, can you look at me?”, he whispers, and when he does, the sadness in Sebastian’s eyes almost kills him. “Oh baby, I’m so so sorry. I didn’t think. I wasn’t thinking. I know how hard this is, how hard it must be on you”, he apologizes.

He frames Seb’s face with his hands, softly rubs his thumbs over his cheeks. “Just know one thing. I do want to keep doing this, but not in this way if it’s hurting you so much baby. I’d do anything for you, you know that?” Sebastian nods a little, tears starting to form in his eyes, and Chris wipes them away carefully when they start to slide down. “So whatever you want, I’ll do it. You’re right, we can’t keep doing it this way, hiding all the time, worried about saying the wrong thing to the wrong person. It’s not fair to you, to me, to us.”

Sebastian nods again, and when Chris lets go of his face, he slumps down a little and burries it into Chris’s neck. Chris runs his hands up and down Sebastian’s back soothingly, just holds him for a while. They’re both tired and a little emotional, he needs this just as much as Seb does.

After a while, something occurs to him. He jostles Seb a little trying to get his phone out of his pocket, trying to write a text, but it’s hard to move around his 6ft boyfriend. “Can I move you a little?”, he asks, and Seb turns around to sit on his lap more sideways, giving Chris room and the use of both of his hands. “What are you doing?”, Seb whispers after a moment. “I’m…I’m texting Megan. Just give her heads up.”

Sebastian frowns at him. “A heads up about…?”, he asks, and Chris finishes his text before throwing his phone on the table and pulling Seb closer to him again. “Well. If you want… I thought we could go to the premiere together”, he says, a little nervous but hopeful. Seb lets out a little noise. “You mean…together, together?”, he croaks. Chris presses a soft kiss to his temple. “Yeah baby. But only if you want to.” Sebastian nods his head quickly, a beaming smile on his face, eyes a little teary. “Yes, yes I want, yes”, he says then, before peppering Chris’s face in kisses. He can’t help but chuckle, beam back at his boyfriend. “Then that’s what we’ll do baby.”

They take a quick nap before getting ready, even if putting on their suits takes a little longer than usual because Chris can’t seem to keep his hands off Sebastian. The giggle that Seb lets out when Chris adjusts his tie for like the 5th time and runs his hand over Seb’s chest, makes him smile so big his cheeks hurt. God, he loves this man, and that sound is his favorite thing in the world. He can’t help himself, placing a kiss on that scrunched up nose.

They both feel a little giddy, full of excitement, for most of the car ride. Chris keeps looking over at Seb, looking gorgeous as always in a suit, the light blue perfect against his lightly tanned skin, making his beautiful grey eyes look even more vibrant. He tells him so, Sebastian blushing a little and ducking his head, mumbling a “so do you”, that makes Chris grin. He can’t wait for this to be over, so he can slowly get him out of that suit again.

When they get closer to the venue, they start to get a little more nervous. This kind of event always makes Chris anxious, and even more so now they’re doing this. Sebastian must notice how he tenses a little when the car stops outside the theater. He grabs Chris’s hand. “We don’t have to do it now, you know? I can wait”, he whispers. Chris shakes his head, brings Seb’s hand up to his lips. “I know you can baby, but we shouldn’t have to. I want to do this.” He puts his other hand on the door handle. “Ready?”, he asks, and Sebastian squeezes his hand. “I’m ready. For anything”, he whispers, “anything as long as it’s with you.”

They make their way down the carpet, hand in hand. Chris almost forgets about the flashing cameras, tunes out the voices screaming their names, completely focused on the man beside him. He doesn’t feel as anxious anymore, not while Seb’s holding his hand. It feels like a weight has been lifted, being able to touch Seb and stare at him and whisper sweet nothings whenever and wherever he wants, without worrying about getting found out. They’ll deal with everything that comes with this later. As long as it’s together, he’s ready for anything too.

#maya’s follower celebration #maya tries to write #evanstan #rpf

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nebulouscoffee · 10 months

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Sorry to correct you but. Samosa is an indian dish not Kenyan

Hello anon! LOL okay I never expected to get into Samosa Discourse on my Star Trek blog but I happen to love food and history and the history of food so here we go😂

You are correct that samosas are not native to Kenya- and yes, India is by far the country most associated with samosas in the popular imagination (for good reason, samosas are pretty much omnipresent throughout India!) But while samosas are not originally from Kenya, that doesn't mean (imo at least) that they cannot be counted as part of Kenyan cuisine. (Which I didn't even necessarily do in that post, but I understand your position so I'll elaborate on those terms!)

Kenya is a multi-ethic country made up of several African peoples and migrant communities, including Kenyan Asians. Now, the history of South Asians living in/trading with East Africa goes back centuries, but there was also this huge (and deeply colonial) boom in the Asian population during the late 1800s-early 1900s when the British sent tens of thousands of indentured Indian labourers to Kenya to build the Uganda railway. (There is a LOT more history I could get into re the British East Africa Protectorate and the complicated social dynamics between African & Asian communities at the time, but that's not really relevant to samosas so I'll spare you.)

Anyway, modern day Kenya still has a considerable South Asian population, and as such (again not getting into the more complicated social dynamics here), Kenyan cuisine has a lot of Indian (and Arab) influences. But beyond that- Swahili culture(s) and cuisine(s) evolved over centuries of interaction between the various (predominantly Bantu) peoples of East Africa and traders from West, Central & South Asia (who brought in- among other things- their own spices), so cultural intermingling has always been a staple of the East African coast (which is geographically SO close to Asia!) If you were to walk around some of the bigger, more Asian diaspora-heavy cities of Kenya, like Mombasa or Nairobi, you'd find plenty of chicken/fish-based coconut curries & stews that strongly resemble Indian ones- as well as rice-based dishes like pilau & biriyani, rotis, chapatis, bhajias (called 'bajjis' in certain parts of India), kheemas, kebabs- and yes, samosas. Or sambusas, as they're often called in Kenya.

And what's more- the samosa (originally 'samsa' iirc) likely originated in Central Asia in the first place! It still goes by other names in West Asia and North Africa too; as do several other dishes-in-common. In fact, kuku paka (a dish I mentioned in the post that prompted this ask) is a Kenyan chicken curry with distinct Indian & Arabic influences. So if samosas can qualify as Indian cuisine (which, they undoubtedly do), imo they can qualify as a part of Kenyan cuisine too! Anyway I'm truly sorry I let this ask get SO far away from me lmao, I guess I've always felt a bit alienated by this growing tendency in Asian & African communities to sort of rigidly and unquestioningly (even proudly) uphold colonial divides when our cultures are actually so sprawling and ancient? Like sure, we are not monoliths, and it is important that people learn that- but also, so many political borders across both continents didn't even exist as they are today even a hundred years ago. It's so cool how much there is in common! Food, like so many other aspects of culture, is often migratory and full of varied influences, and that's just so deeply human and beautiful and fascinating to me

#nebulouscoffee on tumblr: come for the trekposting stay for the samosa lore apparently? lol #apologies to anyone who actually read all this rambly nonsense wish I could give you a sambusa/samosa as a reward #also anon I know you meant well and TRULY no hard feelings so pls don't take this the wrong way but. this ask made me giggle #I don't know if you're indian or just a concerned (white) citizen but speculating actually cheered me up on a Trying night so thank you!#in either case: you needn't worry!! I'm not out here on a mission to spread samosa misinformation on my star trek blog peace and loveee #(in all seriousness I'm very sorry if this reply came off as condescending or dismissive I promise it wasn't at all meant that way)#((might delete later btw just putting that out there))

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dxncingwithastrxnger · 1 year

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i want something just like this (Mileven)

A/N: Day 2 of Mileven week has arrived!!!! Guys, this story is my fluffiest yet and I also think it’s my best and favorite so far, I literally love it so much. Also, apparently I have a thing for domestic Mileven going on right now, so that’s fun, lmao. I hope you guys enjoy this one as much as I enjoyed writing it!!!! I’ve always been fascinated by the “main fanfic character dreams about original storyline/timeline” trope, tbh, so I was super excited to use it in here. (Spoiler alert, I guess? It’s mentioned like once, so it’s not a super big focus technically, lmao)

Pairing: Mike Wheeler x El Hopper

Summary: Have you ever dreamt up a story so compelling that you just had to share it? Such deep lore that you knew you couldn’t just let it disappear into your subconscious? Something so complete and deep that apart of you thinks that it must be apart of some other life, some other world, some other place that is not the one you’re currently in? What was it like?

Prompt: Day 2 - Stories

Tags: Fluff, soooo much fluff, guys. Absolute teeth-rotting fluff. Annndddd, lots of dialogue to make up for yesterday’s lack of dialogue 😂

Song Inspiration: Something Just Like This By The Chainsmokers + Coldplay

Word Count: 2,386

Not beta’d, all mistakes are my own.

[Day 1] [Day 2] [Day 3] [Day 4] [Day 5] [Day 6] [Day 7] || [Series Masterlist]

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"Daddy, daddy, can you read to me again tonight?" Daisy asks her dad hopefully. Mike smiles at his daughter. They had read stories to her when she was younger, but she had insisted they stopped doing so, that she didn't need nor want them anymore. But recently, she's wanted her stories back again, and Mike and El are very happy to oblige.

"Of course, pumpkin, what story do you wanna read tonight?" He asked her, walking over to her little blue bookshelf in the corner of the room.

"I wanna read chapter 3!!" She tells him excitedly. Mike chuckles and nods his head, grabbing the paperback book laying on top of her shelves and walking back over to Daisy's bed, sitting on it next to her and leaning back against the headboard. Daisy snuggles up to his side and leans her head on his arm, watching and waiting for him to start. Mike wraps an arm around her and opens the book, flipping through the pages until he finds the beginning of the third chapter. He clears his throat and begins.

"Mike was entirely intrigued by El. There was just something about her. Something he couldn't quite explain just yet. But he was completely determined to figure it out. It was like whatever it was, was right on the edge of his mine but it wasn't really in the spotlight yet. Like it was making a slow crawl from his subconscious mind to his conscious mind. Maybe today would help him bring it all the way over. For now, he just had to focus on the task at hand, his current plans for the morning. 1.) Eat breakfast. 2.) Go down and give El breakfast. 3.) Have El go ahead with the plan he came up with last night. Once that was all done, maybe then he could focus more on other things.

He goes downstairs after getting ready for the day and takes not just two, but three waffles out of the box, once he's checked that no one else is looking. He waits for them to toast and then quickly shoves one of them into his jacket pocket, putting the other two on a plate and taking them to the kitchen table, sitting down beside his sister Nancy as he does so. He starts eating his food quickly, wanting to make sure he had the few extra minutes needed to go downstairs to El.

"Slow down, Mike, that's disgusting!" His sister complains from beside him.

Mike rolls his eyes, then gets an idea. "Did you get a lot of studying done last night?" He asks sarcastically, his mouth still full of food as he turns to look at her-"

"Why didn't he at least swallow his food first? That's gross. Boys are gross." Daisy complains from beside him.

Mike chuckles. "What, even your brothers?" He asks her, knowing that she absolutely adores her two younger siblings.

Daisy sighs. "I guess they're not as gross as other boys." She says, acting aloof.

Mike shakes his head at her fondly and continues reading right where he left off.

"Yeah, actually, I did." Nancy tells Mike matter-of-factly.

"What was your test on again?" Mike asks, tilting his head to the side as if in thought. "Human anatomy?" He asks her. Nancy gasps, offended and annoyed, and aims a kick at Mike under the table. Mike returns her annoyance and kicks her back.

"Hey, what's going on!?" Their mother asks them.

"Nothing!" Both of them say at the same time. Their mother just sighs at them and continues what she was previously doing. After that, MIke just finishes up his breakfast, puts his plate in the sink, and rushes to get downstairs. When he gets down there, he sees El awake and fiddling with his supercomm.

"Oh, hey, you found my supercomm. Pretty cool, huh? I talk to my friends with it. Mostly Lucas 'cause he lives so close. Signal's pretty weak." He tells her. She looks at him but doesn't say anything, so he continues. "I brought you breakfast." He tells her, pulling the waffle out of his pocket and holding it out to her. She takes it tentatively and begins to eat it."

Mike's next words are cut off before they can even start by another interruption from Daisy.

"Why does Mike get two waffles but El only gets one?" She asks him, looking up at her dad.

Mike tilts his head to the side, thinking for a moment, before looking back down at her. "I'm actually not sure about that, pumpkin. Maybe he couldn't take too many from the box so he only thought one would be best." He suggests. He himself wasn't even sure why it was a thing. He just knows that it's exactly how things happened in his dream, so he put it on paper the same way. It never occurred to him that it was a little random. It was more of something a child would pay more attention to than an adult, in a way.

Daisy lips turned down in a pout. "I don't think that's very fair. El should've gotten two waffles." She insists.

Mike chuckles and kisses the top of her head. "I guess you're right. I'll keep that in mind for next time." He tells her.

"Good." She says, nodding to herself as she turns back to the book in Mike's hands.

"So listen," Mike started again. "This is gonna sound a little weird, but I just need you to go out there." He pointed towards the basement door leading out into the yard and El followed his gaze before looking back at him as he continued. "Then go to the front door and ring the doorbell. My mom will answer and you'll tell her that you're lost and that you need help. But whatever you do, you can't tell her about last night or that you know me. Understand?" He asked, hoping El would get what he meant. She gave him a strange look and he tried to reassure her. "Really, it's no big deal. We'll just pretend to meet each other again. And my mom, she'll know who to call." He told her.

"No." El speaks the word that seemed to be one of the only ones she actually knew.

"No?" Mike questions her, confused.

"No." She repeats without hesitation.

"No you don't want my mom to get help?" He asks El, starting to realize that there was something more going on with this girl than he originally thought. "You're in trouble, aren't you? Who-who are you in trouble with?" He stutters, uncertain now.

"Bad." She tells him, leaving him to more interpretation.

"Bad? Bad people? They want to hurt you? The bad people?" He asks, his anxiety rising higher with each question out of his mouth. He wasn't sure why, it was more of that unexplained thing he keeps feeling with El, but the thought of someone trying to hurt El didn't sit right with Mike at all. It made him feel scared, but also angry. It wasn't a feeling that he enjoyed at all.

El reached a hand up and held out two of her fingers pressed together with her thumb sticking up, pointing it in the direction of her own head. Like a gun, Mike realized. Like someone was pointing a gun at her head. She then reached out and made the same gesture but pointing at the middle of Mike's chest this time. Then, she put her hand back down in her lap. "Understand?" She asked him quietly.

Mike nodded, swallowing. But before he could respond to her outloud, his mom called for him from upstairs. "Michael, where are you? We're going to be late. Let's go!" She tells him.

Mike quickly starts getting up, a plan already forming in his mind. "All right, I'll be back. Just stay here, okay? Stay here!" He says to El urgently, suddenly filled with a strange fear that she would decide to leave once he left the room. But El just stared at him as he stood back up, not seeming to have any plans to go anywhere else, and so Mike turned around and quickly ran up the stairs, out of El's sight."

Mike continues to read to Daisy until they've finished the entire chapter, ending off right as El promises Mike that she's okay when he finally lets her out of the closet. Mike closes the book and sets it on her nightstand, getting up and tucking her in all the way with a promise to continue the story tomorrow night. He turns off her main light and flicks on her fairy lights, closing the door behind him as he leaves the room.

He sighs softly, a smile on his face, as he walks down the hallway towards the twins' room. Since Daisy was in school, she had a more set sleep schedule. Her 3-year-old brothers, however, do not. Though it's not for lack of trying. Last he'd seen El and the boys, they were in their room cleaning up their toys from that day's play and activities. Usually once Daisy's in bed, they try their best to get their boys settled down at the very least to just do some coloring or watch a movie or two so that they're not running around while their sister is trying to sleep and they usually get to sleep easier that way.

Mike pushes the cracked bedroom door open the rest of the way gently, careful not to make too much noise in case the boys are already asleep, taking in the dark of the room. When the door no longer obstructs his vision, his face softens into an expression filled with love and affection. His wife is sitting in the middle of Jackson's bed, one hand holding a tablet that seems to be playing a movie while the other hand rests on her stomach. On either side of her are their two sons, Jackson on her right and Henry on her left, and both of them are asleep, soft snores leaving them as they lean against their mother's arms.

El looks up as Mike enters the room and she smiles brightly at him, absolutely glowing. "Hey." She whispers in greeting.

"Hey." Mike whispers back, returning her smile as he walks over to stand beside the bed.

El giggles softly as she pauses the movie playing on the tablet. "They both fell asleep right around when Merida's mother first turned into a bear." She tells him, turning the screen to show the movie on the screen, Brave.

"Oh, sleepy little boys tonight." He says, surprised.

"Apparently so." She replies. She looks up at him. "Mind helping me out of this trap they've created?" She jokes.

Mike laughs softly and nods. "Why of course, I'll get right on that." He tells her, reaching down and gently pushing his arms under Henry's back and knees, picking him up as best he can without disturbing him too much. He turns and gently lays Henry in his own bed, pulling the blanket up over him. Henry snuggles into his bed, sighing in his sleep and then laying still again. Mike leans down and kisses his temple gently before turning back towards Jackson's bed. El has now gotten up and the two of them switch places, El kissing Henry's temple while Mike kisses Jackson's.

As Mike stands up, El grabs his hand and intertwines their fingers together and heads towards the door, Mike following her lead as they leave the room and close it gently behind them.They walk down the hallway together in silence, heading towards their bedroom to settle in for the night. Once in their bedroom, El flicks on the lights and Mike walks over to their dresser to get out his pajamas for the night, humming softly to himself as he does so.

"Do you think she'll like it here?" El asks him softly. Mike turns around and sees her standing in front of their full length mirror, having taken her shirt off.

He walks over to her and gently wraps his arms around her from behind, his hands resting on her stomach. Her hands automatically come up to settle over hers and she leans back against him, Mike's chin on her shoulder. He meets El's eyes in the mirror. "I think she's going to absolutely love it here." He looks down at El's stomach. "Isn't that right, Anabelle?" Right as he asks his question, there's a strong kick from the inside of El's abdomen, and El gasps.

Mike laughs and presses his face into the side of El's. "See, she even agrees with me." Mike says matter-of-factly. He was beaming, grinning from ear to ear, and he knew that El was doing the same.

"You're such a dork." She says. "Both of you are, I just know it." She teases, rubbing at the spot that the kick came from.

Mike snorts. "She is my child after all. If not, we would have some serious problems." He retorts.

El playfully smacks his arm lightly, laughing. "Oh hush, you know she's yours." She tells him. Mike just chuckles in response. They stay like that for awhile, just holding each other and their unborn baby, enjoying the noises of nighttime in their house in contented silence. Eventually, El leans more heavily against Mike and she turns her head to gently nuzzle her nose against Mike's cheek, Mike doing the same to her in return. Then they both turn slightly and their lips connect in a sweet, soft kiss.

"I love you." El tells Mike.

Mike closes his eyes and rests his head against hers. "I love you, too. So much." He says.

"Good." El tells him, her words full of meaning that only the two of them would truly understand. And everything was exactly as it should be.

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A/N: So what did you guys think?? Please, please let me know!!! I loved this one so much, it made my heart so happy!!!! All comments and feedback are very much appreciated!!!! Hope you’re having an incredible day/night!!!!! 💜💜💜

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akoiromanticstudent · 10 months

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#68 for the writer’s prompt?

68. What, if anything, do you do for inspiration?

[I'm exclusively a smut writer for Sigma x Reader, because I'm almost exclusively a smut reader of various ships/characters/fandoms of many years, an absolute degenerate - that being said...]

I have terrible creativity actually. I don't usually come up with original ideas, I'm often entirely riding off of others' ideas. But it seems to... it seems to depend on the version of Sigma that I'm writing.

There's a lot here, and smut-related elements are mentioned below the cut.

Professor Siebren de Kuiper - Most of my inspiration comes from The Historian, aka my music history professor, who is my favorite prof with whom I have the most close-to-flirtatious history, as their similarities is what drew me to Sigma in the first place. So... yeah, there is a good chunk of the way I write Professor Sigma that is literally just a proxy for the fantasies I've had about The Historian or other hot professors I've had - Suit and Tie having the most specific inspiration. I also have an amazing Professor Siebren/Professor Reader draft lurking that literally came from a shitpost-type comment that I cannot wait to write, because the premise is hilarious and the manifestation is hot as hell.

Cartographer Siebren de Kuiper - ENTIRELY based off of @pearsaregrossfightme and @mulberrycafe's Borrower!Reader AU and not at all original, I'm just. Horny I guess. 😂 IDK I think the general concept/appeal of GIANT HANDS is, in terms of flexibility and overstimulation potential, just insanely similar to tentacles, so, uh, some of that inspired actually?

Maestro Siebren de Kuiper - This version of Sigma and the planned events of gavotte capriccio is heavily inspired by The Historian, but he's going to be also influenced by The Conductor, The Russian, and The Madman. Well, up until the actual spicy stuff, that's definitely fictional, but again, onto pre-existing fantasies. This is my favorite Sigma, of course, and apparently so strongly my favorite that I'll go beyond smut and was struck with enough inspiration to actually develop a ROMANCE. Twice. The other is another draft in progress, inspired by the art in my PFP that I commissioned from @melonkind, as in, I commissioned it, they created it, and after I stared and screamed at it for a really long time, I was eventually struck with a very cute "we could fall in love like this" plot.

(I may also write a third, different version of Maestro Siebren, a much more Dom-coded version that I'm extremely down bad for and is hugely inspired by conversations with @consceleratuswrites and @pinkypromiseow2 mostly. Conversations with @pearsaregrossfightme also have given me inspirations, but entirely unintentionally. 🤭)

Emperor Sigma - The only version of Emperor Sigma I can feasibly survive writing is going to be this gigantic [relatively] work called The Emperor's Favorite Toy which started as a fanfic for @consceleratuswrites's The Empress, and has become an Actual Coherent Prequel, much to my surprise and despite my vehement avoidance of plot. And is still in drafts, because the smut is. Uh. A lot. For the first chapter. It makes me dizzy to look at. Anyway this personality is entirely under Conc's direction, and she has repeatedly had to tell me to make him meaner, which I'm still learning to do. :P

Ironically, ultimately, I've feared writing "canon" Sigma the most because the lore is so... incomplete. It's so annoying to try to tread on it personally. I have some drafts for Canon Sigma that have gotten stuck purely because I can't reconcile Talon giving him that much freedom, etc etc... it's tricky. 🥴

OOPS anyway i should go to sleep

#siebren de kuiper x reader #quietinteger writing #askbox #arstudent answers #about arstudent #sigma x reader

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residentdormouse · 1 year

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Fic Rec Tag

Rules: Recommend us 3 of YOUR fics: 1 that is “most popular” and 2 that are “hidden gems!” Then tag some folks.

Tagged by @wordspin-shares

Alright - so again, this will probably be one of the saddest responses you'll get for this as I only have 3 posted works (and one of them is a 500 word drabble). My long chapter fics are both for The Stand, and written because its a small fandom. There was nothing featuring Glen as a main character, so guess I'm writing now. (All stories are posted to AO3.)

Arguably* Most Popular: Just Keep Diving Down.

Fandom: The Stand

WIP / 31 out of 36 / 155,777 words

Hits: 454 / Kudos: 10 / Comments: 60

Pairings: Glen Bateman/OC, Harold Lauder/OC, Nick Andros/OC, Stu Redman/Fran Goldsmith, (some scenes of Lloyd Henreid/OC & Lloyd Henreid/Randall Flagg)

Warnings: Major Character Death / Violence / Language / Drug Use / Some Smut (marked in chapter to avoid if not wanted) / referenced sexual assult.

Second story in a Two Story Series. This is picking up where Spiral left off. While Spiral was an OC insert of canon, this is an original storyline with an original setting and a fair amount of original characters. I basically just picked my favorite characters up from canon, and brought them to a world I made up.

*While it's stats look better, they are deceiving. The comments are only me and @anths-girl going back and forth 😂. It has an extra two kudos, but Diving's are almost all guest accounts. Hense the arguable.

Gem (by default): Something Like a Spiral

Fandom: the Stand

Complete Fic / 33 Chapters / 101,101 words

Hits: 390 / Kudos: 8 / Comments: 13

Pairings: Glen Bateman/OC, Stu Redman/Fran Goldsmith, (references to Lloyd Henreid/Randall Flagg)

Warnings: Violence / Language / Drug Use / Some Smut (marked in chapter to avoid if not wanted) / referenced sexual assult.

*OC insert story to the canon storyline.

Hayden wakes up in a world she doesn't remember, along with just about everything else in her life. With the Captain Trips virus already wiping out ~99.9% of the worlds population, she is left to figure out who she was, who she is, and where she stands in this post apocalyptic world.

Drabble: Even in Death

Fandom: Stranger Things

This was a drabble written for the Hellfire Haunts Halloween prompt list. It's only a 500 word Gen fic based on the prompt of Eddie being a ghost.

Tagging: @asirensrage, @anniesocsandgeneralstore, @chickensarentcheap, @mrsmungus, @themaradaniels

#sorry for the multiple edits #my child hit post before I was done 😬

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bitbybitwrites · 6 months

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Weekend WIP - Ask Game

Rules: List your WIPs below (if you only write one fic at a time, feel free to include future WIPs/ideas!) then answer the following questions. Then, tag as many people as you have WIPs (or more).

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Well now @daisyishedwig did send me an ask with a few of these questions. So since technically the game is to answer them all - I'll do that. Apologies if its more than what you wanted to know!

I've already tagged folks here when I first posted this. But if you see this and haven't been tagged want to join in - go ahead!

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1. WIP List: (what I qualify as a WIP for me is either I've started outlining extensively and/or actually writing the fic.)

If I Can Make Your Heart My Home (Klaine fic)

Sanctuary (Klaine fic)

Cuffed (Klaine fic) - not posted

Tinker Bells ( Klaine fic)- not posted

Untitled Klaine Advent 2022 fic - Day 5 - Oval (Klaine fic) - not posted

Shaken, Not Stirred - not posted (RWRB fic)

Untitled RWRB fic - not posted

2. Which of your WIPs is currently the longest?

By far, If I Can Make Your Heart My Home. It's also the longest fic I've written to date. I last posted Chapter 20. I have Chp 21 in the batter's box and am currently writing Chp 22.

3. Which WIP do you expect will end up the longest?

Yikes. I'm going to guess, If I Can Make Your Heart My Home. Though Cuffed as the potential to be pretty long as well. And whenever I get around to the untitled RWRB fic, that's going to be a long one too.

4. Which WIP is your favourite to write/the most enjoyable to write? Why?

If I Can Make Your Heart My Home. I've really kind of fallen in love with the AU. I have soooo many cameos of characters from the show - esp some that I hope were very unexpected for readers. I've really enjoyed working them into the story. I also am loving the music attached to the story. The original prompt/artwork had Blaine as a guitar playing street musician. After some brainstorming with @datshitrandom (who provided the prompt and art) we switched it instead to a cello playing Blaine and I've really enjoyed finding cello pieces do go along with the story. I've begun adding mood music too for some chapters, which I hope has enhanced the experience for readers. I'm also such a big tea drinker/baker/lover of afternoon tea - the whole tea/cooking element of the story makes me smile. I've snuck in some of my personal favorite recipes that Kurt and his fellow chefs have made and enjoyed looking for new ones to round out the fic.

5. Which WIP do you find the most intimidating to write? Why?

Cuffed. Partially bc its a prequel to my first ever fic - Trick or Treat - and I really want to do it justice. That first story I agonized over writing and I love the little AU that folks only got a peek at. Partially bc its a D/s AU and I want to do the lifestyle justice and treat it with respect - yet at the same time its an AU so I do get to call the shots and make my own rules on how the world evolves. I feel its going to be a more character/emotion driven fic as opposed to a kink driven one. But then that does fall in line with the fic its based off of. One of my betas had called it "D/s lite" when she first read it 😂.

6. Which WIP do you experience the most self-doubt about. Why?

Maybe Cuffed. - bc of the reasons listed above. Maybe also my untitled RWRB fic. - actually both of the RWRB fics - bc its a totally new fandom for me to write for and I so want to do those characters justice.

7. Which of your WIPs will you seek out a beta/sensitivity reader for? Why?

I always run my fics past my two betas - its just a force of habit ever since I started writing - they are great sounding boards, especially when I'm stumped about something I want to include in a story.

8. Have any of your WIPs been struck by the curse of writer's block?

Sanctuary had a bit of writers block for a bit - but then I was able to bang out an outline for all but the last two scenes. For me - honestly time is my enemy over writers block. I know what I want to write - its just getting the time to sit down and do it!

9. Which WIP has your favourite OC? Tell us about them?

If I Can Make Your Heart My Home:

Hands down my favorite OC ( and she's also really my only OC to date) - is Lillian Anderson - or Nana as she likes everyone she is close with to call her.

Lillian is Blaine's paternal grandmother from England. She is a force of nature packed in the body of a tiny little woman. She is very openhearted and passionate. Loves her grandsons and is very protective of Blaine and Cooper. She the type of grandmother who will bake you your favorite cake when you are sick and still listen to your romantic problems with an open mind - no matter what age you are. She is also, can I say - a bit unexpected in some of what she does - there is a playfulness to her but its kind of tempered with the feeling you really don't want to cross her. When she means business, she means business.

Nana, I am happy to say is favorite of many readers of the fic. It makes me smile to see comments about how much they love her, wish she was their grandmother and want to be adopted by her! 😊

10. Which WIP is the sexiest?

Oh god - this is like the worst question for me bc I am so on the fence on how sexy/good my smut is 😂. I'm just going to say -If I Can Make Your Heart My Home - bc I haven't written enough smut in the others WIP to qualify.

11. Which WIP is the angstiest?

Definietly If I Can Make Your Heart My Home. I do love angst and I think there's a whole lotta of it in this fic.

12. Which WIP has the best characterization (in your humble opinion)?

Like characters staying true to canon? Um. Not sure? Maybe Blaine in If I Can Make Your Heart My Home. He's a wonderful showman/performer - seemingly has it all together, but as readers are now finding out, he does have some of his own issues he's been pushing aside and not dealing with. Much like Blaine on the show, in my opinion. If you're talking about like a non canon type of characterization - I'm going to have to go with Lillian Anderson/Nana. She is a joy to write and create from scratch.

13. Which WIP has the best scene setting (in your humble opinion)?

If I Can Make Your Heart My Home I take the readers to some of my favorite places in Central Park in this pic: - Alice In Wonderland Statue - Bethesda Terrace / Bethesda Fountain ( if there are any Doctor Who - like me - fans, they will recognize this location from the episode The Angels Take Manhattan) - Belvedere Castle - Bow Bridge (Glee fans will recognize this from where Finn and Rachel met for their date in Manhattan) If you ever come to NY to visit - definitely go and see them!

14. Which WIP have you worked the hardest on?

The untitled RWRB fic has been a lot of research so far.

15. Which WIP do you have the highest expectations for? Why?

I don't know - I hope they all turn out well. And by that I hope I am pleased with how they turn out from a writing standpoint. I don't really measure how well a fic is by how many readers/ kudos or comments, but more on my personal standards of my work. I'm a bit of a perfectionist, so I'm hard on myself and what I crank out.

16. Do you dream about any of your WIPs?

Like fall asleep and dream? Not that I am aware of. Me daydreaming about them - thats like for all of them. I usually work things out in my head first, jot notes down in a journal second if my laptop top isn't near. Or I'll just go to the laptop to write.

17. Do any of your WIPs have particular complexities that your other fics don't?

The untitled RWRB fic is going to be a monster once I finish the outline - because its my first real historical fic. Lots of research has already been done, but so much more needs to happen before I can start the writing.

18. Which WIP is the funniest or has the most humour?

If I Can Make Your Heart My Home All I can say is Trent and Tina crack me up to no end in the fic.

19. Do any of your WIPs contain outside POVs or a deep dive on a character other than the main ship? How are you finding that process?

I kind of dabble on some things/backgrounds of other characters in If I Can Make Your Heart My Home - but I don't know if any of it would be considered a deep dive? I've dropped hints and such about things that have happened in the past for a number of characters. When I finish the main fic there may be an opportunity to revisit all these hints in a way that readers might enjoy. . . we'll see.

20. Tell us one thing we don't know about one or more of your WIPs.

Tinker Bells (Klaine fic) is a rework of a story I started years ago, based on the Sword and Sorceress series books edited by Marion Zimmer Bradley. Originally the two main characters were women, but now that I've cast Blaine and Kurt in them, I'm interested in taking the story in a diferent direction.

Untitled Klaine 2022 Advent fic - is a revisit to my superhero series: Under The Cover of Darkness. Blaine finally meets Kurt's parents during the holidays.

Shaken, Not Stirred (RWRB fic) is inspired by this artwork by @noodles-and-tea . It will be a Spy Au (which is going to be a challenge and research must be done bc I'm not one to really read that genre much.)

My untitled historical RWRB fic is inspired by this artwork by @stormtrooperjeff17004. Its going to be a monster of a story starting in 1800s in Mexico and ending somewhere in the Regency/Georgian period in England.

Whew! I think thats everything! Now I've got to get back to writing!

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