#Someone with better writing skills make this a full fic and tag me

[jadewritesficshere]

Okay, but imagine Robin who hangs out at the diner on weekends because the senior citizens go there and are fun to hang out with. She knows all the ins and outs of who is who in Hawkins thanks to Janice. Gladys has shown her how to knit, which the first thing she made was a very off-putting and weirdly shaped sweater she gave to Steve (Steve absolutely wore it even if it is not correct. Anytime anyone mentions it he just goes "its called fashion"). Charles has lamented about how the outfits the kids wear and their attitudes ("All these bright colors and for what? To be a dick? Might as well have put a big flashing sign that says "I'm a prick"").

One day, there is a new guy at the diner. Robin doesn't catch his name but he seems nice (and younger then the majority of the crowd). Robin is telling them about Steve's failed attempts at flirting, when the new guy chuckles and cuts her off mid sentence. "Almost as bad as my kid...God love him," He smiles and looks at the ceiling before taking a sip of coffee. Robin would feel frazzled getting interrupted if the guy didn't go on to tell the most hilarious story she ever heard. The poor kid was apparently so flustered trying to flirt he had actually tripped and spilled his drink on himself; somehow, the story ended with the kid looking like a sewer rat with twigs in his hair and a bloody nose, but an award winning smile cause he got a number.

Robin immediately wants to meet the kid who is "around your age". He seems sweet and funny, at least this man is so surely the apple doesn't fall too far from the tree. Janice is the one to suggest Robin meets the nephew and brings Steve along ("That poor boy needs more friends his age, always cartin' those kids around" "If he ever wants an older friend you tell him to-""Rhonda! He could be your grandchild!""I have eyes Janice, just because I'm old doesn't mean I can't see""You're legally blind."). Robin earnestly agrees. As they leave, Robin makes plans with the man, making sure the others can't hear so they don't show up. Robin makes plans for Tuesday at 4.

Except on Tuesday she gets sick. She's laying on the couch pathetically, lamenting about how she never gets sick. Steve is like "oh nooooo guess we have to cancel" with a shrug, cause he could not care less (he had wanted to spend a relaxing night off). Robin convinces him to go. Cue Steve meeting Eddie at a diner, essentially a blind date. Steve shows back up at the apartment him and Robin share and is smitten. Starts telling Robin all about the date not date. Eddie goes home to Wayne, gives him a grumpy look (he didn't want to go out to some "stupid" hangout), then goes to his room. Wayne could hear his squeal of delight and then hear Eddie talking to himself about the prettiest guy he's seen. Wayne just sips his coffee and goes back to reading the paper.

#Are you telling me this isn't an amazing idea??? #Someone with better writing skills make this a full fic and tag me #If yall can't tell i only have enough gumption for oneshots and drabbles #All the senior citizens want to know how it went and Robin just goes I didnt go and then gets chewed out for an hour before she can clarify #Platonic Stobin #Steve Harrington #Robin Buckley #Eddie Munson #Steddie #Stranger Things #Jade is Talking

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Hard Light | Chapter 1

summary: when a new english professor begins teaching your class for the duration of your semester, you can’t help but develop an innocent crush on him. he’s as off-limits as he can be, but that doesn’t deter you in the slightest. after a drunk night, you accidentally email him something that wasn’t intended to ever be seen by anyone. but that doesn’t matter. it triggers a misunderstanding that manifests into an affair with your professor who is twenty years your senior. nothing good could come of this, right? 

pairings: professor!joel x college student!reader

word count: 2.2K

series or one-shot

warnings: 18+ explicit, minors DNI, no mention of Y/N, alternate universe, professor/student relationship, eventual smut, self-esteem issues, workaholic, joel x female!reader, infatuation bordering on obsession (stay delulu friends), some sexual thoughts, masturbation (f), joel being a huge tease lol, (will add more tags as i write)

AN: i am so excited by the response that my joel one-shot got a few days ago and i’ve been itching to get something else out to you all. big, giant forehead kisses for those who want one, i love you all. so, anyway, a mini-series about professor joel is coming at you fast. i’ve written the first few chapters, so expect those in the near future. i’m thinking once a week? this fic is going to be something else and i’m so excited to share it with ya’ll. enjoy, and let me know what you think. find my ao3 here for more content and other fandoms.

You were running late for your shift at the coffee shop on campus, rummaging around your dresser, trying to find the low-cut black top you always wore when you had a shift. You weren’t usually one to feed into the peer pressure of those around you, but push came to shove when you found it nearly impossible to keep yourself afloat as a twenty-something student without the added extra tips from your part-time job.

So what if you had to show a little bit of cleavage? Right? There was no harm. Student loans were a bitch and on top of rent and food costs, you had to get a job at the coffee shop and balance a full course load just to make ends meet. 

A thought popped into your head and you rushed to your laptop, throwing it open as you checked the time; 5:45 AM. If you busted out your lightning-fast typing skills, you would have enough time to catch the next bus and make it to campus with five minutes to spare. If only your crappy second-hand computer would work.

The thing honestly sounded like a chopper engine, getting ready for lift-off. You were surprised you’d gotten this far with it. Not that you weren’t appreciative, your older brother had passed it down and it had relieved a huge weight—  and expense off of your shoulders. 

You tabbed into your school portal, typing in your credentials and selecting your English course. You sighed heavily, as you skimmed over the assignment for this week, something to do with a sonnet that you couldn’t care less about. You loved school but ever since becoming an English major, the spark that you once had for literature sort of just evaporated.

You couldn’t tell if it was because of how busy you were with everything else that you just couldn’t find the time to enjoy it, or the thought that really scared you, you had fallen out of love with it. 

It had been two years of go, go, go and you were, for lack of a better word, burnt out. You’d tried dropping courses last semester, thinking that you just needed a little bit of ease when it came to your course load, but when that didn’t solve the problem and only made things worse for you, you spent the last two semesters trying to catch up and get yourself to a place where you could finally breathe.

But it wasn’t easy. You were only now caught up to where you had been, the illusion that you were someone who could afford to take time off and slow down was a distant memory. 

In bold letters, the words Paid Internship jumped off of the screen. You smiled as you leaned in closer to the screen, making sure you read through everything correctly. This was the break above the surface that you needed, the reprieve that you had been chasing. A paid internship was exactly how you’d be able to make more money and maybe have a little breathing room before you worked yourself into an early grave.

You clicked the mail icon at the top and clicked into a new email, deciding that the worst-case scenario was that you wouldn’t get the internship. All you were doing was inquiring about the application process. Best-case scenario; you’d get it and make some extra pocket money. 

You saw the time, cursing under your breath as you slammed the laptop closed, grabbed your phone out of the charger and ran out of the door. You couldn’t be late, not again. You texted your co-worker Jeremy to open the shop without you and explained to him that you were running a few minutes late, as you barely made it to the bus. You climbed on board, scanned your student pass and found a seat near the back. Your chest was burning from the rush of trying to make it on time, but you could breathe easy now.

You checked your messages mindlessly, scrolling through a bunch of unread ones that you didn’t have the heart to answer. 

Before you knew it, the familiar monuments and buildings of UT Austin came into view, and the subtle change of scenery from downtown to a more densely packed area made your heart skip a beat. It was the same each time you were back on campus. Which, these days, was often. Sliding out of the seat, you made your way to the front, thanking the driver as the bus came to a complete stop. 

The coffee shop was only a short walk from the bus stop but even still you quickened your pace. You didn't want to leave Jeremy alone for long, you already felt bad enough about letting him open by himself. You stifled a yawn as you pushed open the door to the small cafe, leaning your body into the door, slightly cringing at the shrill sound of the bell. 

"There you are", a male voice called, making your head snap up. You wiggled your nose, the familiar timbre of your ex-boyfriend's voice ringing in your ears. "It's about time you got your ass down here". 

You snickered, shrugging your heavy bag off of your shoulder, and dropping it behind the counter, turning around and greeting him with an unamused smirk.

Jeremy and you had gone out for a few months last year, it was your first and, as of right now, the only short-term relationship that you'd had in college. 

Dating your co-worker, even in a relatively small place like the coffee shop on campus, almost always spelled trouble, but Jeremy was not the type to hold something like a failed relationship over your head. He understood that school was a priority for you and making a living for yourself came first, even above something like a relationship. It might not be the healthiest way to live, but it was how it always was. 

Jeremy and you had developed a fast friendship, one that went beyond the romantic relationship that you'd had last year. You parted amicably and now, you had someone you could confide in, someone you could trust. 

"Why don't you say that to my face?", you teased, raising a brow at him over the milk frother you were setting up. 

Jeremy threw his rag down and stalked over to you. "You're snippy this morning", he chided. 

You banged into his shoulder playfully, "Doesn't help that I have to see your ugly mug first thing in the morning". 

You snorted out a laugh and Jeremy looked at you, feigning defensiveness, "Ouch", he paused, returning back to his post near the coffee machine, "Remind me how we ever went out?". 

You scrunched your nose and threw your rag at Jeremy, hitting him square in the face with it, "That was rude". 

He shrugged his shoulder, "You started it".  

You both devolved into a fit of giggles and fell into a comfortable silence, setting up and getting the coffee shop ready for the day. You had a half-day shift to look forward to and then you had class until the late afternoon. The days were long and the nights were longer.

You usually found yourself nose-deep in your textbooks, more often than not, or some classic novel that was required for class, not moving from the couch until your eyes were red and you were seeing double. 

Only then did you retire to sleep, crashing hard until you had to wake up and do it all again the next day. 

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The coffee shop had been bustling with people since six in the morning, and at one in the afternoon, it hadn't let up, only now you had to go to class. Waving Jeremy goodbye, you sidestepped Tara, the fourth-year who was covering the rest of the afternoon and closing shift. 

You'd crossed the far side of campus, passing by the science building and one of the massive libraries that had acted like a second home to you back when you’d been studying for exams when you were a freshman. You could thank your obnoxious roommates for that one. 

Entering the lecture hall, bodies pressed into you as you weaved through the growing crowd, trying to find a spot in the middle where you could see and hear your English professor. But also blend in with the masses. As if the universe had other plans in mind, and everyone suddenly showed up to the Tuesday lecture all at the same time, you found yourself picking a seat near the front, an exasperated groan leaving you. 

You hated sitting at the front, not because you didn't want to get called on to answer something or because you didn't know the answers, but because you did. You wanted to get through your four years as quickly and unscathed as possible and if people knew, mainly professors, that you knew more about the subject matter than you needed to, you'd surely get called on more often, making you stick out in ways you didn't want. 

It was a terrible curse, going through life with the self-esteem that you did. But it was how you were raised. Blend in. Don't be too loud. Be quiet and only observe. Nerves rapped at your insides when you thought about getting called on when class started. Your heart rate ticked up and you found that your hands were beginning to get clammy, your throat constricting with each breath.

You rubbed your hands up and down your thighs, grounding yourself with the sensation of the material. 

With a jump, you sat up straighter in your seat, being jostled from your thoughts by a loud slam. You snapped your head toward the entrance, eying the person who had startled everyone. It was a man carrying a briefcase.

Your lips tilted up at the edges, amusement tickling you when you thought of anyone using a briefcase nowadays. But here this man was, head down as he made his way to the front of the room, toward the desk. 

You couldn't help keeping your eyes trained on him. On how his slacks tightened around his butt, moulding to the shape and curve of it. You bit your bottom lip out of reflex, your eyes dragging down the length of the mystery man who had crashed your lecture. Maybe he was a TA? Your brows furrowed when you thought about how your professor was nowhere in sight. 

The man with the briefcase placed his case on the desk, turning to face the audience of students who blinked back at him, who now settled down enough to hear him speak. Air caught in your throat when his eyes flicked momentarily to you, and lingered on you for half a second longer than you'd expected. He had massive, warm brown eyes, and soft wrinkles that danced at the edges of his eyes when he smiled, making him seem more boyish than he appeared.

He looked older than a TA would but then again, who were you to judge someone's position in life? You thought that his age did nothing to undermine just how attractive he was, if anything it added to it.  

The man, who may or may not have been moonlighting as your English TA cleared his throat, nodding his head, "My name is Joel, well, Professor Miller to most, but 've always been a little bit more informal than my peers". 

He began to circle the wooden desk nervously, his large hand finding the edge of it and stroking it far more sensually than necessary. You flexed your fingers, gripping the arm of your seat to stabilize yourself. "So, you can call me Joel from here on out... since we'll be seeing more of each other from now on". 

Murmurs began to break out around the lecture hall, and confused and hushed whispers followed. 

Professor Miller— Joel, mumbled something incoherent, and you were unable to hear it from where you sat. He cleared his throat again, "Professor McCarthy has taken a leave of absence, so I'll be filling in for him for the remainder of the semester". 

You crossed your legs, feeling heat rise and a furious blush break out across your face, and shuffled in your seat, a loud creak emitted from it and you stilled, praying that the loud sound had only been heard by you and no one else. But when you lifted your gaze, Joel's eyes were already locked on you, blown and brimming with cautious inquiry. A touch of a smirk graced his lips. 

"And I look forward to getting to know each and every one of you, personally". His eyes were still on you, not ready to release you from their hold. 

His tongue darted out to wet his lips and you couldn't help but stare. You had every reason to look away from him, he was your professor and given the clear age difference, he was someone who was off limits. But when he didn't look away from you either, trapping you with his gaze, your face heated up, suddenly aware that he was purposely staring at you. 

You swallowed thickly, heart hammering as Joel's eyes finally drifted away from you and back to the faces of your classmates. He continued on with addressing the class, and you noticed that he avoided your eyes for the rest of the lecture. 

Only one thought rang through your mind as you tried and failed to focus back on the lecture. This was going to be one long semester. 

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[michaelsfavgirl]

needy

Pairing: Michael Jackson x fem!reader

Synopsis: After a few days of being at Michael's family home for the holidays you become extremely needy for him and beg him to touch you while everyone is at home.

Tags: smut, teasing, p in v, creampie, dom!michael, sub!reader, tummy bulge, spit, semi-exhibitionism.

Word Count: 2.4k

Author’s Note: hi! This is my first time posting a one-shot on here. I hope you like it <3 Constructive criticism and suggestions about future fics are welcome in my inbox. I'd appreciate it if you could reblog and interact to give me more motivation to write :) thank you.

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“God, you’re so needy,” he whispers while holding you close to his chest. You huff and knit your eyebrows together. “Am not,” you say. He raises his eyebrows in mock disbelief.

“Look at you,” he kneads your soft waist and looks at you with an amused expression. You are needy, there's no denying it. “I've spoiled you too much.” He cups your face with his large, exceptionally skilled hands that have made you feel like you have been to heaven and back. 

You blush from the intimate proximity, how you can feel his minty breath fawning over your face while the chatter from downstairs can still be heard. You frown at his statement, clearly not liking the fact that you're not getting your way like you usually do. 

“Normalized stuffing your cunt with my cock on a daily, and now look at the consequences-” he glides his hand down to your ass but doesn't give it the attention you crave. He traces your bottom lip with his thumb, instinctively you part your lips and try to gently graze it with your tongue before he takes it away. “-can’t even go a few days without having your greedy pussy touched.” 

You whimper at his words, desperately pawing at his chest, pleading him to make the achy feeling between your legs go away. “Michael, please…” 

Suddenly loud laughter emerges from the outside, bringing you out of your fuzzy state. “You hear that, baby?” you nod and swallow, looking up at him with glossy eyes. “Do you want everyone to find out how naughty you really are? I mean, what would my family think?” he cocks his head to the side and smirks.

You whine and squeeze your thighs together, trying to soothe your pulsing clit. “I'll be quiet, I promise.” Michael chuckles lowly. “Yeah? Will you, sweet girl?” he caresses your bottom lip with his thumb. You nod enthusiastically. Your neediness pouring out of you. 

After softly tracing your face with his fingers he gently pulls you closer to him and his plump lips. He connects your mouths in a kiss that should be rushed and heated considering the circumstances but it’s not. It’s sweet. Slow. Passionate. Full of adoration. 

Michael feels your body melt into his which makes him smile into the kiss. He can’t help but feel his ego inflate at the fact that he has such an effect on you. His precious, pretty girl can only have her desires satisfied by him. Nobody else knows your body like he does. 

As the kiss continues to be steady you place your hand on the back of his neck to urge him to pick up the pace, not wanting to drag this out and have someone barge in from suspicions. He pulls away in response, leaving your lips slightly swollen and shining with his saliva. 

“You know better than to rush me baby” he tightens his grip on your waist as a warning and teasingly makes his way from your jawline to your neck. He leaves short open mouthed kisses on your heated skin, taking his sweet time as if his entire family isn’t downstairs wondering what’s taking y’all so long. 

It’s not really about being rushed, it’s about quickies. He absolutely hates no, loathes them. Can’t wrap his mind around the concept, why would anyone want to hastily fuck like bunnies without much foreplay just because the people are desperate? Have some self control! It makes him feel as if you’re a toy to him which makes his skin crawl. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to him and he’ll make sure to let you know in every way, especially when it comes to your bedroom. 

When it comes to sex Michael likes to take his time. From foreplay to aftercare he’s the most attentive lover. Likes to thoroughly prep you with his fingers and mouth before stretching your slick pussy with his fat, lengthy cock. And he never dares to cum before you, you always come first, literally and figuratively. Multiple times a night too to make sure you’re completely sated and blissed out in the end. And then he cleans you up and cuddles you to his chest until sleep takes over you. 

So you can imagine how quickies are torturous for him. But this time he understands. It’s been a few days since you two arrived at hayvenhurst, his family home, for the holidays. He hasn’t touched you intimately once during the stay which has been driving you mad, Spoiled from having your cunt played with almost every day. Seeing you trembling in his arms reminds him of when he made love to you for the first time. 

“Shh, Shh, I’ll take care of you sweet girl I promise” he responds to your meek whimpers. 

He pushes you closer to the bed making your knees give out and sit on the edge of it. He kneels in front of you, god he looks so good on his knees, breathing heavily, he looks like he’s about to devour you. 

He parts your legs with his warm hands and licks his lips like a hungry predator. You lean back slightly, balancing your weight on your trembling palms. “You’re lucky you’re cute” he says as a smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth. 

Michael flips up your skirt, exposing your panties which have a noticeable wet spot around your hole that’s begging to be stuffed full. Clenching around nothing you feel his hands sliding up and down your inner thighs. Soft hands squeezing closer and closer to where you need him most as his mouth litters short pecks on your skin. 

As he gets dangerously close to your heat you remember that the door isn’t locked. Panic rises inside you, you whine and try to close your legs but Michaels much stronger hands keep them pried open. 

“…the door” you whisper worriedly. 

“What about it?” Unbothered, he goes back to kissing your soft thighs. 

Bewildered, you try to shove his head away with your hand. Wrong move. He glares at you, giving you a warning look. 

“It’s- it’s not locked” you manage to blurt out, his teasing caresses and wet kisses making it hard for you to properly articulate your thoughts. 

He huffs and rolls his eyes slightly, he stands up and goes to the door. You breath out thankfully, a bit too soon though. Michael turns the handle and opens the door a little, not too much but enough for somebody walking by to have a peak. He comes back with a nonchalant attitude and stands between your legs again.

This man will be the death of you.

“Is something wrong?” He tries to act casual as if what he just did isn’t insane, but you can see a glimmer of mischief in his gorgeous brown eyes. Now he’s lucky that he’s cute.

“If you want it so bad then you’ll be able to be quiet, right?”

“Or is that too much for you?” he leans back slightly. 

As he's about to take a step back you reach out and grasp onto his forearms. “Michael…” breathless and needy, you beg. You beg him to just quickly take his cock out and fuck you. You’d do anything at this point. The tingling feeling in your tummy drives you mad.

Speechless for a second, Michael recovers fast, as he had never seen you so desperate before. Something about that definitely turned him on but he doesn't have time to ponder about that right now. He needs to take care of his girl.

He groans under his breath, knowing he doesn't have time to eat you out. 

Ugh, what a bummer. 

He grabs your hips and pushes you back onto the bed with your legs still dangling off it. He hikes up your shirt enough so that your bra is showing and pulls your panties to the side. You whimper as the cold air hits your bare skin. Jesus you’re drenched, your folds glossy and puffy from being neglected. 

Michael’s hands itch to touch you, to stretch you on his long fingers before putting his cock in you but he can’t, can’t risk others getting suspicious of you two, I mean the door is ajar anyway, can’t waste anymore time.

Swiftly he unzips his trousers and pulls it, along with his boxers, down. His thick cock springs out, pre-cum leaking out his tip. Your mouth waters as you stare at it, dick fully hard and pulsing. He wraps his hand around the base and pulls back his foreskin lightly, making more of his tasty cum to drip out and land right onto your clit. You shiver at the contact as you feel it dripping down your slit. 

He wraps your legs around his hips and moves closer to you. He tugs on his cock a few times before pressing his hot tip against your sensitive nub. You don’t even have time to react as he starts to rub your clit in little circles. Your head falls back onto the sheets as you finally feel a tiny bit of relief. You buck your hips, wanting more but Michael shushes you, telling you to be grateful for what he’s giving you. 

He slides his cockhead down to your needy hole and tries to slip his fat cock inside you. He pushes slightly a few times but only manages to get half of his tip in before you start whimpering from the stretch. Amused by your cries he urges his fingers against your lips. 

“Spit” he commands. You widen your eyes slightly. You shakily part your lips and spit onto his fingers. “More, again” his voice sounds more hoarse, you can tell he's just as aroused as you no matter how much he tries to deny it. you do as he says and feel your cheeks heating up. 

Satisfied he brings his hand down to his shaft and smears it all around his dick. You squeeze your walls at the delicious sight, his cock now covered and shining in your spit. 

He grabs onto your hip with his left hand and slowly pushes his cock past your slippery folds. You moan quietly, trying not to make too much noise. Desperately clawing at the sheets you gasp as you feel your gummy walls stretch around his fat, lengthy cock. He’s not even fully inside you and you're panting like a dog in heat. 

“See? See how prep is so important now?” He taunts you with his righteous, but extremely attractive, attitude. You nod and bite your lip to suppress your noises. 

He grunts as he watches his cock disappear into your slick pussy, your walls hug him so good he might cum right there, but he stops himself. Faltering his movements he stops briefly to let you catch your breath. Yeah, it’s obviously for you, he doesn't need a minute to collect himself, definitely not. Liar.

After a minute he pulls out slightly and thrusts back in again, not fully though. He starts to pump his cock inside you at a steady pace, making you feel his prominent veins rubbing against your slick walls. 

“No, want all of you” you whine. 

“You can’t take more right now, don't start with me” he says sternly and continues to plunge himself into your tight cunt. 

“I can-” he brings you out of your cock drunk haze by cupping your jaw with his fingers, not aggressively though, you’re still his princess. “don’t wanna hurt you, baby” before you can protest he makes you look down and see the outline of his big cock on your belly bulging slightly. You mewl defeatedly and lay your head back onto the bed obediently. 

“Good girl”

He resumes his rhythmic thrusts and low grunts and even whimpers. God he looks so good like this, on top, his eyebrows knitted from concentration, hands groping your soft inner thighs. Beautiful. 

As he picks up his pace ever so slightly he brings his thumb to toy with your pulsing clit. You bring your palm to your mouth to stop yourself from moaning. You can feel more of his clear pre-cum oozing out his tip, making everything more slippery. As a consequence of his fastened pace the sounds of your squelching pussy and his heavy balls slapping against your ass intensifies. You’re close, so, so close.

“Mike” you whimper. 

“I know, baby, i know” he looks down at your blissed out face and coos at you. 

Michael looks at where you’re connected and groans, there's a white ring of your cum forming around his dark cock, that along with him being able to see his cock bulging in your tummy sends his senses into overdrive. His thumb keeps rubbing your button in tight circles as he feels himself get closer to the edge of his release. Feeling overwhelmed by the pleasure that only he can give you, you arch your back, anticipating your sweet release.

“Fuck- come for me baby, cream on my cock” he says and throws his head back.

You feel a familiar sensation in your lower tummy whilst he feels his balls tightening, ready to fill you up with his sticky seed. Frantically you reach out your hand and intertwine it with his much larger one, wanting to feel as close to his as you can. 

As your pent up desires reach a tipping point you feel your legs tremble as you throw your head back and let the powerful orgasm wash over you, mouth open, whining from how good it feels. As Michael sees your face he feels the same feeling arise within him, squeezing his eyes shut he grunts as he pumps you full of his cum, rope after rope of his creamy seed filling you up to the brim, just how you like it. When he feels his cum trying to escape your little hole he pushes in slightly, to make sure that none of it goes to waste, making you whimper from the unexpected stretch. 

“Still needy?” Breathless, he asks with a smile plastered on his face. You giggle and shake your head as you admire how his curls frame his face so nicely. 

Unfortunately, You don’t get the chance to fully calm down from your high before you hear a familiar voice coming from behind him.

“-Michael?” 

shit.

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[angelinthefire]

ilovehowyouletmefall Destiel fics

So this is everything I've posted on AO3 since Nov. 5, 2020 (organized by length). I like to think there are a couple of unique contributions to the collective body of fanworks in here. If you haven't read my fic before, check it out, and I hope you find something you like!

my body aches to breathe your breath 839 words, rated E, PWP with feelings

Summary: “I used to think I wanted to possess you,” Cas said, his voice rough and confessional. “Fill your body with my true form, feel my grace in your fingertips, my light pressing against your skin."

Comment: "This is one of my favourite fics that I’ve read in like, a long while. It’s so lush, and hot, and hits the emotional beats sooo well"

Heal me with 3,023 words, rated T, 15x19 fix-it, hurt/comfort

Summary: When he gets the phone call, Dean thinks he’s finally cracked. But it doesn’t matter, because his legs are still carrying him to the crow’s nest, taking the stairs two at a time. And when Dean flings the bunker door open, Cas is there.

Comment: "ok dang I do not even know how you got ALL of this in just 3000 words, like my mind is blown at the sheer craft level. The sensory details that give it a lot of texture, the immediate facts of what's happening then translated into everyone's emotions and actions just being so tender and real. It's just all here."

Godot ain't got nothin' on me and my baby 10,489 words, rated M, MCD-ish, 15x20 fix-it, angst and depression

Summary: Castiel is the new Death. Dean can only see him when he's dying.

Comment: "This is so lovely and feels so right. As someone who's dealt with depression my whole life, the feeling of being stuck and just slightly outside of everything and everyone rang so true."

Status quo ante bellum 11,201 words, rated T, 15x19 fix-it, fluff and angst

Summary: Cas is back from the Empty, human, and convinced that his relationship with Dean is unsalvagable. Can Dean get his shit together in time to prove otherwise?

Comment: "Augh, this was so endearing. Cas stubbornly seeing only what he wants to see, and how restricted he feels by his human form ... Dean's food love language. Dean being frankly adorable. ... Great read <3"

Wandering Through Purgatory 11,216 words, mixed ratings G-E, anthology, purgatory fic, pic-fic

Summary: A collection of ficlets about Dean and Cas in Purgatory from back during the hiatus before season 8 when everyone on tumblr was writing pic fic and tag fic and spinning a fantastic version of Purgatory in our minds.

Comment: "I wasn't even remotely aware of when this was actually happening, BUT I'm glad I get to see these bits and pieces now and then, like a glimpse into the past. Much love❤️"

Full of Grace 11,399 words, rated E, 15x20 fix-it, fluff and angst and smut, trueform!Cas and tentacle sex

Summary: Dean wants to take things further with Cas. He just can’t get out of his own head. OR: Dean feels empty inside. Cas, um… fixes that.

Comment: "Holy fuck. First of all the writing is Unreal. Absolutely beautiful. Second of all this was simultaneously the hottest, most romantic, most genuine thing I've ever read. What the fuck I'm still completely gobsmacked"

Life Skills 26,052 words, rated E, s9 human!Cas, weird boy-bestfriends, fluff and smut and gender

Summary: Cas is human and comes to live in the bunker, and Dean spends a lot of time with him, sharing all of his favourite things. Dean can't help it if sharing things with Cas just makes everything better. Besides, it's Dean's job as Cas' friend to introduce him to the joys of human life. To teach him how to be human. And if one of the experiences they end up sharing is sex with women, well... that's just part of Dean's job as Cas' friend too, right? The desire is triangulated, the rituals are intricate.

Comment: "1: it was excruciatingly funny to see how far dean could take the 3-way (golden rule) without catching on to his own feelings 2: every single woman in this fic had me like "Good For Her" so well done there 3: 👀🔥🔥🔥🤌"

Ignite your bones 67,177 words, rated E, MCD, 15x19 fix-it, angst and grief

Summary: Chuck takes the Winchesters up on their offer in 15x19 and tells Dean to kill Sam. Dean, Cas, and Jack deal with the fallout for their relationships. It gets worse before it gets better.

Comment: "This fic flayed me alive and then put me back together again. Dean's pain throughout is so palpable, Cas's love so unshakeable, the tension between what they want and what they think they know and Cas trying to keep Jack safe and Dean trying to push everyone away and Cas's need to fix everything and Dean's determination to be broken. GOD. Oh and the way they're So Unwell about each other feels so true to their characters. I can't handle it. It's too good. I need to go outside and scream."

All your secret wishes series

I said show me something 7,195 words, rated E, 15x19 fix-it, PWP with feelings, toxic deancas

Summary: Dean didn't think that angels could feel love. But now that he knows he's wrong, he can use that to his advantage.

Comment: "This is so intriguing! You write a perfectly complex and at times disturbing alien Cas - and Dean! Dean, my man, what are you even doing. So very messed up and very Dean, I love it."

Forget your perfect offering 81,785 words, rated E, casgirl thesis

Summary: Cas was resurrected. Dean told Cas that he loves him, that he can have everything he wanted, but Cas has to stay with him. Cas promised that he would. The thing is, he didn’t realize how literal Dean was being. Now, Cas works on rebuilding Heaven with the angels, while he builds a new life with Dean. Neither of those things are as easy as Cas would have liked.

Comment: "the first fic in this series has been one of my all time favs so i was extremely excited for this sequel, and it did NOT disappoint!! u write every character so well and i love how much u focused on heaven and the angels bc i feel like the show never rly gave us closure and wasted a lot of opportunities w heaven/angel plot lines, which u absolutely nailed."

#destiel #deancas #supernatural #spn #dean winchester #castiel #fanfiction #by mi #long post

[the-oc-lass]

Where's Gregor been? I miss Gregor.

TOOK ME SO LONG TO WRITE SUCH A SHORT LITTLE THING, BUT OH WELL.

Gregor is a fine piece of man and I miss him, so he gets baby time too. Gregor and a Baby is up on Ao3 (yes, I'm going to name them all "[Clone's Name] and a Baby"). It involves some of Gregor's cooking skills, some of the others are also there, and we have lots of fun.

This is a little fun series, so, in case you missed them:

Crosshair and a Baby

Wrecker and a Baby

More to come soon!

By the way, someone please tell me if it's obvious who Ec's dad is, because I got a comment telling me that the tags gave it away and I have, like no idea what they're talking about?

Anyway, in case you don't want to go to Ao3, the full fic is below the cut. Enjoy!

Gregor is the second best cook in their entire base of operations. He’s only second behind pseudo-General Rayona Yothia, and that makes a lot of sense considering that she was raised on actual food and learned to cook much earlier in her life than Gregor. That being said, Gregor is still a pretty damn good cook, and Rayona herself has said as much. The only one who doesn’t seem to agree with the sentiment is one Ec Yothia, who is just beginning his transition from his mom’s milk to solid foods. He’s apparently inherited both of his parents’ particular palates and that makes him very picky. The only thing he seems to like is fruit, specifically moja. The problem is, fruit is a hard thing to come by these days. Gregor will fight tooth and nail to get some fruit for the kid, but there’s only so much he can do. At the moment, he’s got a bowl of mashed tubbers in front of Ec and a spoonful of it in his hand. He holds it toward the baby, cooing at him to try and coax him into trying it. Ec whines and flails his arms around, pulling a face when Gregor holds the tubbers closer. It makes Gregor sigh, and he lowers the spoon back into the bowl. It’s not like the food goes to waste, at least. It’s pretty plain since he made it for Ec, but it’s still light years better than what they ate during the war and on Kamino. Troopers will fight over Ec’s uneaten meals if Gregor lets them. He sighs, looking away from Ec in defeat. Back to the drawing board. Nearby, Rayona and Hunter are both looking over at him and Ec, clearly abandoning whatever conversation they were having before. They glance at each other and Rayona sighs. 

“I’ll be back,” she says. Hunter nods and briefly sets a hand on her shoulder, perhaps to squeeze it, then Gregor watches as Rayona walks over to him. “It was a good try, Gregor. I’ll make sure he’s fed.” Gregor purses his lips and nods, looking back at Ec with a small frown. His spirit is lifted slightly when the General presses a kiss to his temple before picking up her son. She leaves the room to get Ec fed and Gregor sighs and stands up, glancing over at Hunter as he holds up the mashed tubbers. 

“Hungry?” 

After several more failed attempts at finding something Ec likes other than fruit, Gregor is running out of ideas. To his surprise, the solution comes from Wrecker. Gregor has just finished once again trying and failing to get Ec to eat something he made when the larger clone speaks up. 

“Do you remember that paste stuff they used to feed us on Kamino sometimes? It sort of tasted like fruit, I think…I dunno, I just remember Cross and Hunter used to like it. Tasted better than most of the stuff they gave us,��� he says. It puzzles Gregor at first. Paste stuff that tastes like fruit? Since Wrecker mentions that Hunter and Crosshair enjoyed…whatever it was, Gregor asks them about it. 

“Jogansauce,” Crosshair drawls. “The Kaminoans would import crates of the stuff because it was cheap.” When Gregor thinks about it, that does sound familiar. 

“I remember that stuff. Tasted better than anything else they gave us on Kamino,” Hunter says, nodding along. He glances back at Gregor. “If you’re looking for something else to try with Ec, that might be a good place to start.” Gregor hums. He could probably make his own jogansauce, but that would probably be more expensive than just feeding Ec the fruit on its own. He nods after a moment. 

“Thanks. I’ll talk to Rex and Rayona,” he says. The two nod and Crosshair mumbles out a “Good luck” as Gregor walks away. 

Rayona hums, a finger curled around her chin. 

“Jogansauce, huh? They used to give that to us as younglings at the temple. Probably pretty cheap,” she says, before glancing at Rex. “Think Riyo could hook us up with some?” Rex sighs. 

“Senator Chuchi is busy, Rayona,” he says. Rayona raises an eyebrow and tilts her head at him. He sighs again, pinching the bridge of his nose. “But I can ask in the next transmission.” Rayona grins, leaning over to plant a kiss on his cheek. 

“Thank you, Rex,” she all but coos. 

Alright. Moment of truth. Thanks to the kindness of Senator Riyo Chuchi, they have some small jars of jogansauce for Ec. Now, Gregor can only pray to whatever higher power there may be (the Force, maybe? That seemed to work for the Jedi) that Ec will actually eat it. The food won’t go to waste if he doesn’t, but he’s hoping it doesn’t come to that. The entire thing has even drawn a small crowd, consisting of Rayona, the Bad Batch, and Rex. Gregor sits before a hungry Ec, a spoonful of jogansauce poised on a small spoon in his hand. He takes a breath, then lifts the spoon toward Ec’s mouth. The child considers it for a moment, then opens his mouth. Gregor holds his breath and slowly feeds the spoonful to Ec. And the child makes a delighted little noise and giggles, slapping his hands against the little table in front of him. 

“Sweet grace of the Force, he likes it,” Rayona says, sounding relieved. Gregor could cry. He may not have made the food, but at least there’s finally something else they can feed Ec. He’s utterly relieved. He scoots a little closer, scooping up another spoonful and offering it to Ec. The baby eagerly devours it, making happy little gurgling noises. Gregor looks over his shoulder at the group. 

“Wrecker, you’re a genius!” he says. Wrecker blinks. 

“I am?” He looks down at Rayona, who nods, and he grins widely and laughs. “Oh yeah, I am! You hear that, Tech?” Wrecker nudges Tech’s arm, jostling the other man slightly. Tech adjusts his goggles, glancing over at Wrecker. 

“Yes, Wrecker, I heard,” he says. Rayona looks toward Gregor and her smile suddenly drops, changing to wide-eyed surprise. 

“Gregor, watch-” She’s barely finished taking a step toward him when he’s hit in the side of the face. He lifts his hand to wipe his cheek, looking back at Ec, who giggles. The child has jogansauce all over his hands and face. And, Gregor realizes, he threw some at Gregor’s face as well. Gregor blinks at the child, who simply laughs at him. Somewhere behind Gregor, someone snorts in an attempt to hide their laugh. Ec swings his hand at Gregor and a little more jogansauce hits him in the face. Rayona carefully creeps into his peripheral vision, her hands hiding her mouth, and he looks up at her. That’s all it takes for her to start giggling. “Oh, stars, I need a holo of this. Tech!” While Rayona continues to giggle, Gregor looks back at Ec. When the child smiles at him, Gregor can’t help but chuckle and smile back. 

“Little rascal,” he says, poking Ec’s cheek. Ec giggles and Gregor hears the sound of a holo being taken, but his attention is purely on the baby. It may have gotten a bit messy, but at least Ec is happy.

P.S. jogansauce is just space applesauce.

#the bad batch #the bad batch season 3 #tbb #tbb season #tbb season 3 #tbb season three #the clones #tbb gregor #clone trooper gregor #baby fic #baby fluff #original #original character #original characters #OC: Rayona Yothia #a more awake mom this time #she's trying her best

[nekoannie-chan]

Visits

Title: Visits.

Ship: Steve Rogers X Double agent!Reader.

Word count: 446 words.

Square: B1 “Hospital visit.”

Rating: Teen.

Summary: After the HYDRA uprising Steve always has a visit in the hospital.

Major Tags: Double agent, mission, hospital.

Additional tags: This is my entry to @cabottombingo Captain Bottom Bingo round 2. CABB2024.

Links: Wattpad, Ao3, Spanish version.

@saiyanprincessswanie

My native language is Spanish so I wanna improve my writing skills in English if you notice any mistakes, please let me know and I will correct them.

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Fluorescent lights flickered in the hospital hallway as Y/N walked briskly toward Steve's room. Her mind was full of thoughts and mixed emotions; so far, they had not found the truth.

The sound of her shoes echoed in the empty hallway as she approached the door to the room. She took a deep breath before entering, preparing herself for whatever she might find. As she opened the door, she saw Steve lying in the hospital bed, his face pale but serene. He had lost weight since she last saw him, but his look was still strong and determined.

"Y/N," Steve said with a weak smile when he saw her come in. "I thought you weren't coming." You moved closer to the bed, feeling a lump in your throat. "Of course, you were wrong, Steve. How are you?"

"I'm better than I look. The doctors say I'll recover; I just need time."

You nodded. He didn't know exactly what to say or do; he knew there would be some restructuring, but he still wasn't getting orders from his superiors.

"I'm sorry, Steve," you said in a shaky voice. "I'm sorry this all happened."

Were you really sorry? Did you feel guilty? About "betraying"? About falling in love? What did you feel guilty about? And if you didn't, then what was this feeling you were having? Steve lifted a hand feebly and touched her arm tenderly. "You can't blame yourself, Y/N. We all gave it our best shot, but we won't stop until we've defeated them completely." You nodded, but you didn't really know what the future held for you—not even if they were going to find out your secrets; it only remained to hope that the others weren't snitches.

"Is there anything I can do for you, Steve?" you asked.

"I just need to see you to know you're safe. You're a light in this dark world, Y/N."

"I'm going to find out who's behind all this, Steve. I'm going to make sure they pay for what they've done."

You didn't even know why you had said that; maybe you were still in your role, or maybe you wanted to keep convincing yourself that you had to continue with the mission until you were given new instructions. Steve gently squeezed your hand.

"I know you will. You're brave and strong, and the world needs more people like you."

Days passed, and your visits became a daily routine. Steve became increasingly grateful and never hesitated to say so.

"There's nothing to be thankful for, Steve. We're in this together. We always will be." You kept repeating. The instructions had been clear, and you would accomplish your mission.

#cabottombingo #cabottombingor2 #steve rogers x reader

[practically-an-x-man]

questions for fic writers #s 1, 2, 3, 12, 13, 14, 23, 26, and 30 :)

Thank you so much!!

Questions for fic writers

What fic of yours would you recommend to someone who had never read any of your work? (In other words, what do you think is the best introduction to your fics?)

Honestly... Taking Flight. It's in by far the smallest fandom I've written for, but that almost works in its favor because it means the fic is able to stand largely on its own without requiring any background knowledge into the Fablehaven universe. And it's my most recent longfic, so it best reflects my current level of skill and writing style from the first chapter. Plus... I'm just really proud of it, and I wish more people would read it

2. Go to your AO3 “Works” page, to the sidebar with all the filters, and click the drop-down arrow for “Additional Tags.” What are your top 3-5 most used tags? Do you think they accurately represent your writing habits?

Angst, Fluff, and Hurt/Comfort are the top three. Makes a lot of sense, most of my fics include a blend of all three at some point

3. What are some tropes or details that you think are very characteristic of your fics?

References to birds, references to music, devoted couples facing the horrors of life at each other's side, and romance alongside fast-paced action or angst

12. Are there any tropes you used to dislike but have grown on you?

Hanahaki! I didn't enjoy the idea that only requited love would cure the disease, since it basically put the weight of a person's life on the other reciprocating feelings that they really can't control. But I've seen a version of Hanahaki that's based on the confession, not the love itself, and I like that a lot more

13. Are there any tropes you used to like but don’t anymore?

I don't know about particular tropes, but I think my characters have become a lot stronger and more self-possessed than they used to be (we're talking like... when I was 14-15 and just getting into fanfic here). I don't think it was full "damsel in distress", but there were definitely a lot more OCs in need of rescue rather than working together to rescue themselves. Idk

14. Are there any tropes you would only read if written by a trusted friend or writer?

I mean... I've only ever read Twilight/vampire fics as written by @nebulousfishgills, and I had to look at a wiki just to know who the Volturi were, if that tells you anything. I don't like Twilight at all, but I really like Nebby's writing style and characters

23. What’s a trope, AU, or concept you’ve never written, but would like to?

Hm... I've had a few ideas for a soulmate AU, but I've never put one down on the page. The closest is Heartstrings, but that doesn't quite count.

26. Would you rather write a fic that had no dialogue or one that was only dialogue?

No dialogue. I explained this in more depth in a previous ask, but I feel like building a scene would get stilted and awkward if it relied on only dialogue.

30. Have you ever written something that was out of your comfort zone? If so, what was it, and how did it affect your approach to writing fic thereafter?

I mean... I feel like I'm always a little bit out of my comfort zone in some way or another. Writing is an exercise for me, so I try to pick at least one character detail or writing style that I need to practice and research so that I'll always be engaged in the story.

I will say that writing Desert Song has definitely stretched me in a lot of ways - there are some darker characters, more intense moments, and a few slightly racier scenes than I usually write, and working myself through those moments I feel has made me more well-rounded as a writer in general. The spicy scenes especially... I still don't write smut, but I've gotten a lot more comfortable with spicier scenes in general, and that's also made me better at other types of emotional intensity in scenes I think

#my friends!!! #answered asks #ask game #my writing

[gffa]

Do you have any advice about how to get better at the social side of fandom? I try to reblog art and posts that interest me with nice comments and post original content I think is fun and cool, but I can’t seem to make an impression on anyone. I’ve tried joining Discords, but I just end up getting overwhelmed and lurking like a weirdo. Overall, I just can’t seem to find my crowd, and I just feel discouraged and lonely while everyone else in fandom seems to have incredible friends.

Hi! This is a hard one because so many of us struggle with it, even people you think might not be, still feel the same way you do.  It’s even harder because you’re doing all the things I would immediately suggest as a place to start, to leave comments and tags, to create your own original content in the tags, to join Discord (I get overwhelmed by Discord a lot, too), so my best advice is that it just takes time. I know it feels like you’re the only lonely one, but I promise you that you’re not.  Yeah, you get some amazing extroverts in fandom (whom I love and admire deeply, even sometimes am envious of you guys! XD), but the majority of us are in the exact same boat.  It took me years to develop friendships with people, it took me years to get going on tumblr even to the point I’ve gotten to.  When I started, I posted so much--SO MUCH!!--and there were a lot of crickets until I’d been around awhile and had discussions with people. The best advice I can give you is to do your best to relax and know that you’re not the only one who feels this way and that it often is just a matter of time.  That the friends you make may not be the ones you’re expecting, that a lot of social interactions aren’t going to feel very satisfying and it has nothing to do with you, people are busy a lot, they’re depressed a lot, they’re shy a lot, fandom is often contentious and some of us don’t know who’s going to get mad at us because we like the Jedi, so we tend to hold our cards close to the vest.  Or sometimes we’re introverts as well and just don’t have a lot of social skills. You have to remember that, as much as it seems like people are out there with all these incredible friends, the vast majority of fandom is actually a bunch of socially anxious nerds who have trouble with interactions, even if it seems like they don’t.  It’s usually just a matter of time and letting the right friendships come to you, rather than seeking them out. It’s hard to give more explicit advice without knowing your specific circumstances--which I understand why you may feel shy about explaining more!--I don’t know what kind of original content you create, I don’t know which corners of fandom you’re interested in, like if you’re a fan of a particular ship or a specific character, or even what kind of friends you’re looking for, like do you want fandom friends or ones that you would give your full name and address? because those can be two very different things!  And sometimes it’s hard to tell which strengths of yours should be played to, like my strength is yelling about my feelings about Star Wars, partly because I’m good at it and partly because it’s the thing I genuinely most want to do in fandom, but someone else’s strength might be writing fic or drawing art, neither of which I’m very good at, your strength might be writing fic or making headcanon posts instead, and my advice on that would be different from if you just wanted friends to hang out with and speculate about a given series with casual friends versus friends who are intensely into the lore. Really, though, when it comes down to it, I suspect a lot of it is that it’s just a matter of time.  Ignore the overnight prodigies of social interaction fandom who seem like they found their friends immediately (I say with love, I promise XD) and remember that the vast majority of us took years to find our places and it can be disheartening to keep trying to put yourself out there, but it will happen eventually.

#lumi.txt

[carpisuns]

hello! i saw your tags on that ''if you would be so kind as to reblog this if you feel insecure about your writing skills'' post, and i just wanted to say that i love your writing SO much!!! like.. all of your fics that ive read are so good!!!!!!!! whether youre aiming for a more silly, goofy vibe or heart-shattering angst you do it so well and im amazed at your talent!

''tell me something i dont know'' is one of my all time favourite fics and i remember how much i enjoyed reading it (and crying my eyes out at 2 am adjahsf), and ''where roses bloom'' absolutely broke my heart in the best way possible!! And i loved your collab fic with botherkupo, ''two idiots and a hamster'' SO much, i seriously had to try very hard not to laugh ahdjskdhf. OH and im not in the toh fandom, but i did read ''The Death-Defying Flirting Methods of Captain Willow Park'' and i really really enjoyed it!! like i said, you write both angst, humor and romance so well and your writing is such a beautiful mix of everything!

Youre one of my fav writers on here, and i think that no matter what your goals are for writing, they definetely leave a big impact on your readers- your fics have made me laugh, cry and quite frankly im obsessed with them! I know insecurities dont simply Vanish from one ask lol, but i hope you know how much you and your fics (AND your art and just. in general youre such a nice person) mean to me, and all your other readers! <3333333

I kept this in my inbox for a bit bc it’s just so kind and I didn’t know how to respond 🥺 and then I started answering but didn’t finished and saved it in my drafts and forgot SHSJSK anyway. Thank you so so much!!!!

i reblogged that post kind of in solidarity with other writers cause i know insecurity is something everyone deals with. it’s weird because I feel like at all times I’m simultaneously confident and insecure about my writing lol. I have enough experience/training that I know I can like put together sentences and paragraphs lol but I still fret over pacing and style and characterization and stuff like that a lot. the insecurities make me feel kind of silly bc I feel like at this point i should be over them!!! but I can’t help worrying about how my work will be received by the audience. i am always at least a little nervous to post something new, and sometimes I am very nervous! Cause I just don’t know if it’s gonna land the way I intended.

And the most frustrating part for me is when I read something REALLY good and sometimes feel like pouty and jealous I guess lol going “ugh I could never write like that! I should just give up!” I feel like such a baby!! but I get over it quickly and I’m sure I’m not the only one who falls victim to Pouty Little Binch syndrome. (I mean I hope I’m not the only one or that would be extra pitiful 😂)

Anyway it helps me to remind myself that it’s a good thing that I don’t write the same way my fav writers write! we all have our own ways of thinking and expressing ourselves, and even when we take inspiration from someone else, the Us-ness of our work is always gonna come through. If that makes sense. like if my fav writer is So-and-So, it’s really awesome and cool to enjoy the So-and-So-ness of their work and break down why I enjoy it so much and even incorporate some So-and-So-type flavors in my own writing, but at the end of the day my writing will always be full of carpisuns-ness and that’s cool too! I just think as creators we are so close to our own work and we’re so in the weeds about it that we don’t get a clear view of it like a reader does when they’re coming to it fresh, and that makes us sometimes judge it unkindly. More often than not, your work is better than you think it is. Sometimes when a creator I admire feels down about their work I just wish I could let them borrow my eyes and see it how I see it, because it’s really amazing and makes me feel so much!!

Anyway, I probably got off topic lol but I just wanted to shout out to all the writers who are feeling down about their work. You are doing amazing sweetie!! Better than you think. Dont stop writing.

this is seriously such a kind message and it means so much to me that you would take the time out of your day to write this! 🥺💜 people like you who go out of their way to make others feel good are such a treasure. Im glad you enjoyed those fics!! And that u even read one of my toh fics when you’re not in the fandom? aaaa I’m honored! Blowing u kisses

#anon #ask #nice things

[aphel1on]

tag someone you want to get to know better

tagged by @woobifiedvillain a few days ago and finally remembered to do it!!

Favorite color: Yellow, but not an overwhelming yellow, like that soft warm yellow? I love it. People tend to not expect this answer, I think I give off more of a blue or grey vibe. Honestly a pretty grey/silver is probably my second favorite color, but a buttery yellow is just so good for the soul.

Last song: You Give Love a Bad Name by Bon Jovi. Danced to it in the kitchen, got consumed by the guitar riffs, nearly knocked a chair over. Before this morning it would've been the Genshin OST... I've been listening to it a lot while I write or do chores recently.

Last movie: An exceedingly mediocre romcom on Netflix that I watched with my sick mom to be nice. Genuinely couldn't tell you the title or more than like, two or three plot points. Last movie that I watched bc I wanted to was the Barbie movie, which was genuinely better than I expected. Enjoyable but would still give it, like, a mixed review. I'm not getting into two months' ago Barbie Movie Discourse on this post

Currently watching: I'M STILL TRYING TO FINISH THE UNTAMED!!!! woobifiedvillain i'm speaking directly to you and quoting you: i too am "chronically incapable of paying attention to visual media, even the good shit" and when i try to explain this to people irl they act like i am insane!!! I haven't watched Good Omens season 2 yet even tho I am reblogging posts about it rn. I think it's mostly adhd, or really just a part of the larger Neurodivergence Soup (tm) that makes it nearly impossible for me to learn something from a YouTube video. I mean, sometimes for a hands-on task a video is essential, but can't there be a written list of instructions to go with it too, bc that sticks in my mind way better sobs... ANYWAY i'm currently on episode 43 of The Untamed, so I should be able to finish it by, like. The end of the year at least lol?

Currently reading: I started reading SVSSS recently because, like. The mxtx mania is in full throttle. I just got here a little later than most people lmao. I'm also currently "reading" like seven different books that I bought or pirated this year and have on hold. One of my Unfortunate Skills is bingereading like 200 pages of something in 1-2 days and then not finishing the rest of it for 8 months.

Currently working on: Keep My Shadow Alive, my big xue yang-centric fix it fic!!! Well, more like a fix it, and then break it more, and then eventually actually fix it fic. Starting from the canon divergence of "Add Pre-Teen Xue Yang to the Burial Mounds Fam" and going from there. I read every fic like that that's on ao3 and was still being eaten alive by the brainworms so I started writing my own take on it and ~6 months later it's the longest fic I've ever written and only 25% of the way through its outline???? So. Who knows if it will get finished (my track record is admittedly not great)- but I've had such a blast writing it so far. Xue Yang is just SO fun to write. Yes it has a plot and character arcs and I could even go full English Major* and start telling you about its Themes, but also it's just an excuse to write Xue Yang interacting with every member of the MDZS cast. Going to STOP talking now bc I fully am the type of writer who will get carried away talking about their wips.

*i am not an english major, but spiritually i am an english major.

Current obsession: Yeah uh, MDZS. My friend convinced me to finally read it in January of this year, and the hyperfixation train has simply not stopped since then. Genshin Impact also dragged me back in with the Fontaine update and I've been having a lot of fun playing it. But MDZS is still mostly the thing that's eating up my RAM. Particularly the Yi City crew, but 3zun is rotating in there too. Sometimes even The Man WWX Himself, i talk about him less but i do love him a lot also lol

Tagging: I'm honestly too shy to do this!!! But thank you for tagging me anyway<3

#love when people invite me to ramble💕 #if i ever post something unprompted it has been edited 6 times for conciseness #not this post. i sat down and word vomited until it was over and i am not rereading it or i'll get self conscious #tag games #aphelion.txt #mdzs has been like. category 5 autism event #it's been a long time since something grabbed me this hard #often i'll be super obsessed with something for 2-3 months and wring all the interest out of it and move on #i mean it's not uncommon for me to cycle back to a previous interest after awhile and have another obsession phase #but the enduring power of mdzs has been quite impressive

[mebiselfandi]

i hope this is not gonna annoy you but i was reading your rant about your writing and i was like😔 because goddd i adore them so much the way you write them characters, dialogues or try to explain how they feel in such situations always make me😞 even when you write smut bc dang do you know how much i reread strawberries and cream (it should be illegal) it just the way you always portray them so beautifully it's crazy (like how did u make c*m eating so sweet i cried and horny everytime i remembered that) also i sent this ask bc i just remember your newest neymessi fic and I'm devastated thinking at the possibility of you deleting that work bc goddd i remember the first time i read it i was crying so hard literally need to weep the tears out so i can read the next paragraph and then after I'm done i was pacinf around my room thinking about the next chapter bc u tagged it as it will be sweeter and how i was just so excited to read that bc if i have to live with the possibility of them just ending like that and not talk it out and have a heavy makeout session after just throw me to the ponds full off crocodiles in florida it would hurts less, you make me so attached to these characters that the possibility of neymar hurting bc leo leaving him after the heart wrenching love confession makes me☹️☹️☹️

i hope you'll find your joy and to not feel pressured to writing again because you have such a talent and i will always be happy to read every works you put, finally just wanted to say so glad to have such a talented writer in this fandom🫶🏼

Hi nonnie👋💕

When I got your ask I was like hm what’s this? Only to be hit straight in the feels with a truckload of bricks. ‘Annoy’ me you say. Something like this could never annoy me. This was legit me reading your ask holding back tears:

Tbh I was in a massive writing slump since like end of April. Idk what happened. I got a lil sad, then sick, then even more sad, then my birthday came up, then I got burnt out, next thing I knew it was June and my writing skills just switched off. Nothing all of May(except that one fic I barely remember writing while sick and fueled purely by spite). So when I wrote the last Neymessi fic, I was like not doing great at all. But idk I felt like I had to write something and the idea had been swimming in my head. But writing too sad fics when you’re already sad just = feeling shit about your work. Plus I felt so bad about writing, I thought it would be my last fic ever.

But I mean now I’m no longer feeling weird about writing and I can see the fic from an objective pov. I made a ton of typos and used the same words like twice in one sentence and just cringe phrasings. I could’ve done it better. However, I managed to write 4000 words when I thought I couldn’t. So I won’t delete it cause I can be at least proud of that fact. Also I’m not a quitter, if I delete the fic, the knowledge will haunt me forever. But I will be writing the second chap and I have ideas.

Now I feel kinda bad about it cause I know I said chap 2 will be sweeter buuuut I think it might still be sad. But only because I wanna write a 3rd chapter which will be sweeter. However keyword is sweeter…not sweet. Uh it’ll be a bittersweet ending cause either way Leo’s still leaving but I could never bring my heart to be entirely miserable like that. So don’t worry, it’ll end wellness 😌 but chap 2 is mostly just gonna be Leo’s pov and thoughts then chap 3 will be them finally talking after we hear what Leo’s thinking.

Also…about strawberries and cream though I logged into my ao3 for the first time a couple weeks yesterday and I was so shocked? Last I checked it was at 400 now it’s almost doubled😭😭 I’m so shook. But I’m glad you liked strawberries and cream. It’s one of my fave fics I wrote too.

You’re so sweet anon🥹🥹 like not to be like annoying about comments or wtv. But it always helps to know there is someone who likes your story and you aren’t just writing to the air. And to know I made you react so strongly to it is insane to me. But seriously, thank you so much for this, I’m legit gonna think of this message whenever I feel like I can’t write🫶

#fwis #anon asks🥰 #more like anon makes me sob #I actually now have the opposite problem #too many fics to write not enough time in the day #I am writing 6 different chapters at the same time rn it’s insane #hopefully chap 1 of my new fic will be out tomorrow then I can do chap 2 of the angst fic #I actually don’t even remember what I named the fic???

[areseebee]

20 questions game for fic writers

tagged by @strideofpride!

1. How many works do you have on ao3? 9

2. What’s your total ao3 word count? 153,297

3. What fandoms do you write for? derry girls at the moment, though i do have one lonely bridgerton fic.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos? an intervening suitor, smoke break, making moves, someday, personal space

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? yes, always. it means a lot to me when someone takes the time to comment and, as a commenter who likes when the author responds, i like to be the author that responds! there was a short period of time last fall after derry girls season 3 came out on netflix when i felt pretty overwhelmed by the engagement with my fic and i let myself take a break from responding then, but i'm more on top of it now.

6. What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? smoke break

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? i think i might be writing it now with someday, but of the fics i've completed, i think in their thirties has the happiest ending (sorry making moves, y'all are definitely breaking up in a couple of years).

8. Do you get hate on fics? nope.

9. Do you write smut? If so what kind? not at the moment. writing good smut is a skill that i think i would need to spend a lot more time developing. that said, i'm in the very early stages of working on a WIP that has a pretty sex-heavy premise so maybe i'll give it a try soon.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve ever written? nope!

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? i don't think so.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? not that i know of!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? i have collaborated significantly - making moves - but i've never actually co-written. that's also a skill i would need to develop. i worry i would end up being an asshole to someone i care about since i don't like to compromise on creative decisions if i have a specific vision in mind. that said, i have loved my experience developing fic plot and characters with friends (which imo is a type of co-writing), so maybe the next step is full on co-writing.

14. What’s your all-time favorite ship? my favorite ship to write is jerin, if that isn't obvious. i don't even know how to begin to decide what my favorite ship of all time is.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will? if i publish something online, i'll finish it eventually. no WIP left behind. but there are definitely ideas/half-written fics in my gdocs that i don't know i'll ever get back around to. there's something new i just started working on and have already put on the back burner for someday and i'm already wondering if i’ll ever finish it even if the vibes are impeccable and i've written some stuff in it that hits so good. but who knows.

16. What are your writing strengths? i'm very good at writing exactly what i want to read. taste and skill don't always match up, but they do a lot (and increasingly more so, the more i write) and i find that really fun and gratifying.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? i am very impatient. i always underestimate how long something will take me to write, and then get frustrated with myself when it's taking too long or i think the writing should be moving faster. i think i've moved too quickly past parts that needed more work because of this, which is frustrating when i go back and re-read past chapters (i'm thinking specifically of someday which i am tempted to re-write almost constantly). but i'm getting better at it. maybe i'm not getting not less impatient, but at least more persistent.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic? i mean if the fic called for it i could probably swing it in russian.

19. First fandom you ever wrote for? harry potter. my bad james/lily fic is now out there on ao3 after the site where i published in high school got archived a couple of years back, but i'll never claim it. i re-read something recently, though, and it was surprising how much i could recognize my current writing voice in it. the more things change the more they stay the same.

20. Favorite fic you’ve ever written? this changes, but right now it's smoke break. i just re-read it over the weekend and, while it's not perfect, it still scratches a very particular itch. i'm also very proud of in their thirties.

tagging: @private-bryan, @imstressedx

#long winded as always #my fic

[therealvikingstrash]

2022 End of the Year Fic Review

The wonderful @underragingwaves tagged me, thank you love! (I put the longest part under a cut)

1. What is your AO3 account? for the vikings fandom it's my pseud vikingstrash.

2. How many words did you write total in 2022? 117.233 *whistles* not too bad if one considers what a year it's been.

3. How many fics did you publish in 2022? How many multichapters vs oneshots? 39 one shots and 2 multichapter. All Hail the One-shots!

4. What was your longest fic? Your shortest fic? Longest was Kings of Kattegat with 39,878 words and the shortest Story as old as Time with 119 words.

5. What was your most popular fic? Your least popular fic? Most popular (going by subscriptions, hits, comments, kudos and bookmarks) has to be my VBB entry Kings of Kattegat. Personally, the most self-indulgent fic I ever wrote.

Least popular is Sweat. I guess it would be a lot more popular if it wasn't hidden behind the AO3 log in. And also if it had full on smut and not just teasing, but oh well, I like it and in the end, that's all that matters xD

6. What fic didn’t perform as well as you thought it would? Huh, that's a weird thing to think of, I never really give it much thought if my writing is going to be popular or not so that thought of a fic not "perfoming well" is kinda...absurd to me. Anyway, if I had to take a guess, I'd say Greedy Gods? While it does have a lot of hits and a couple kudos, it's weird to me that for a fandom with so many people claiming they want more fic about the female characters and how much they love Aslaug, there was not as much love for it as I would assume. Must be a me-problem.

7. What fic performed way better than you thought it would? Basically anything I wrote for D. P. - Deserter Pursuit. I didn't think there would be enough people in said fandom to read, kudo and comment, but was positively surprised.

8. What was your favorite fic you wrote from 2022? For Vikings: Valhalla, Daughter of the Fearless. I loved giving Altöra more background story and this glimpse of her relationship to Freydis. It was fun to write.

For Vikings, Strung up, Tongue-Tied. I mean....sub!Hvitserk restrained and dom!Amma playing with him? Ubbe observing, just being present without doing anything besides kissing Amma? Yeah, I loved that one. It's full of tension.

For D. P. - Deserter Pursuit, Pity. My dumb ass actually made it a published WIP because there was more to tell and I liked it a lot. Only the Gods know if I will actually write more though xD

9. What was your favorite fic that somebody else wrote in 2022? Well, for someone who couldn't be paid to read other people's fics, I managed to read quite a lot in 2022 for free. Mind boggling, I know. But here go my favs:

Gotta start with Not A Fairytale by underragingwaves, because...have you read that fic? It's really a fun read (for those who like crime stuff which is basically exactly what I love) and promising a bigger universe underneath that small treat she wrote.

Will totally never stop making hearteyes at Twice Now by ritual-unions. Love how Kara (heh) is so clumsy and unable to function in the real world and the way Ubbe basically just watches and smiles to himself, before his eye-roll moment that will make him intervene. I also love myself some good hurt and gosh, this is gonna hurt so damn bad at the end and I will love every second of it.

There were a couple to pick from and it was hard to choose, but when someone can make me read an Ivar fic, then it says a lot about that persons writing skill. The Mental Tyrant by grimeundglow deserves so much more love than it has been given.

Reactions Of Your Kind by Ulfrsmal was my fav of him in 2022, but only because I didn't really get to read the rest of his fics xD I'm sure there are more gems in his list, but this one stood out to me because...Hvitty and Ubbe 🥺

A Prize of Battle by Mercurygray, is absolute Emma/Canute goodness and Idk what else to say, because this womans writing skills are beyond anything I could muster, so hearteyes from afar will have to do for now.

For Mince Pie by emma-ofnormandy, another author that captures Emma and Canute's relationship so well and it's so fluffy, I wanna hold it really tightly against my chest.

And last but not least The Queen of Kattegat by northernxstories! I will remain deeply impressed by how effortlessly she managed to pull me into her story and made me read it in one go, even though it's 12k of words xD It was such a new way of approaching the characters and it's brilliantly written. An absolute treat in 2022.

10. Tag your friends to do this year-end fic review as well!

most have already been tagged, but perhaps one of you want to do this? But no pressure! @emma-ofnormandy @nothingtolosebutweight @author-morgan @lmillay @barnes-lothbrok @errruvande and anyone who feels like doing the fic review :D

#vtrash writes #vtrash recommends #fic review 2022

[mottlemoth]

Was there a time where you were bad at writing, or have you always had a natural talent?

I'm 26, I used to write but haven't for a long time, and it's safe to say I'm not the best. I can piece together small scenes that I enjoy, but my ability to write a decent plot and a full story is pretty much non existent.

If there was ever a time in your life where you weren't good at writing, how did you still still force yourself to finish the damn thing in order to get better?

This might be an unusual opinion, secret person, but I honestly don't believe there's such a thing as bad writing. And I don’t know if there’s really any need to concern yourself with ‘getting better’ at your craft.

Over the course of my life, I’ve abandoned probably dozens of bestselling books by award-winning authors, usually at around chapter three. Sometimes I’m just not feeling any kind of connection to the characters. Sometimes the plot seems too evasive and too consciously clever, or the prose (which the front cover calls “lavish” and “sumptuous”) just feels puffed up and confusing to me. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve had to evade the question, “Did you read that book I told you about? Isn’t it good?” The words “it’s so well-written” are starting to feel like a red flag to me.

On the flipside, there are books which I absolutely love but get shredded to pieces on Goodreads. Half of my favourite fanfiction pieces have a tenth of the kudos I think they should. Sometimes I’ll pick something up in a Kindle sale because I’m bored and it’s only a quid, then devour the whole thing in one night. I’m left broken and haunted when it’s over. I feel physical, gut-wrenching guilt that I paid a mere pound for what seems to me a masterpiece - then I check it out on Goodreads, and sure enough, there are the one-star reviews. “A yawn fest, poorly written, DNF at chapter three.”

I guess what I’m saying is this: there’s no such thing as objective quality. 

And more importantly, this: whatever kind of writing is attempting to enter the world through you, someone out there is desperate to read it. It’s not necessarily your job to make it better. It’s your job to let it through.

I get the feeling you’re punishing yourself a bit right now, saying you can only piece small scenes together. But listen: I love stories where small scenes are pieced together. Genuinely, my one true love on AO3 is fics that are tagged “just vibes” or “vignettes” or “no hurt only comfort”. I tend to write very plotty, angsty stories which go on forever, but when I’m reading, I want someone to show me my OTP in a bubblebath for a few hundred words. Sometimes I get asks from other writers wanting to know how it is I write angst and high drama - they’ve tried it themselves but lost interest, and they worry that it indicates some lack of skill on their part. But it doesn’t at all. The key part is this: lost interest. It’s not that you’re bad at this part of writing, or that part of writing, or by extension bad at writing itself. You’re just a different kind of writer. Your heart is interested in different things. It’s like seeing a beautiful bird berate itself because it can’t really swim.

Sometimes I see writers mad at themselves because they used to write one way and now they write another. I’ve seen my friends lament “crappy little poems” which deserve to be in a magazine, just because they’re not writing the sort of dense political novel they studied at university. It breaks my heart. Life’s short, secret person, and you are so unique. Express what you’ve got, warts and all, however it comes. Somebody out there will adore it.

(And on the subject, half the things people hold up as examples of “poor writing”, or those Tumblr lists of “ways to improve your craft”... give me a break. I never intended to become some kind of paladin for adverbs, but here we are. Adverbs are discussed by some writing guides as if it’s better just to shoot yourself in the face than use one. When the hell did this get decided? It drives me up the wall. Go pick up any book by the best-selling novelist of all time, open literally any page and you’ll find an imperial fuckton of adverbs. “Hmm, yes, well, Agatha Christie’s prose was often subpar,” modern critics drone. Yeah? Then why is the whole world still in love with her work? Because Agatha Christie didn’t worry about ‘improving her craft’. She understood that she was her craft. She just sat at the typewriter and let it come through - and if ‘he stated loudly’ was what came through, then that’s what she put down.)

To answer your final question, secret person - how to force oneself to finish something - I’m going to float the suggestion that you step back entirely, put your hands up, and have an honest and compassionate conversation with yourself. Why are you struggling with this project? Is it because you don’t actually like this kind of story, and you’re desperate to write something that you do like? Or do you love this project so much that you’ve become a little nervous in these later stages, wanting to do it justice? (The answer to that is, don’t worry about making it good. Just let yourself make it how you want it. If you’re enjoying the story, someone else will, too.) If you can’t quite tell at the moment, that’s fine. Put the whole thing aside for a month and let the answer come to you. And remember, you’re not obliged to finish every project that you start. Sometimes you’ll finish things (i.e., they have brought you sufficient creative satisfaction) before the final chapter rolls around.

To summarise, don’t let yourself get tangled up in talk of good writing, or bad writing. Just give the world your writing. One reader’s DNF-at-chapter-three is another reader’s absolute all-time favourite. There’s literally no way to please all of us, so focus on pleasing yourself.

#writing #long post #secret people #writing advice #writing fiction

[faejilly]

I posted 1,237 times in 2022

70 posts created (6%)

1,167 posts reblogged (94%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@brisaveloz

@pearwaldorf

@shadoedseptmbr

@sharona1x2

@junemermaid

I tagged 1,230 of my posts in 2022

Only 1% of my posts had no tags

#queueue - 467 posts

#art appreciation - 272 posts

#gpoy - 175 posts

#gifset - 136 posts

#long post for ts - 82 posts

#shadowhunters - 82 posts

#for when you are sad - 69 posts

#wtfery - 65 posts

#*gigglesnort* - 58 posts

#memery - 57 posts

Longest Tag: 117 characters

#(raise your hand if you're old enough to put michelle pfeiffer on one of those 'oh no i just realized i'm gay' posts)

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

I think I just... pulled up an old ficlet WIP and actually finished it?

For the first time in a billionty years?

*pokes screen in shock*

34 notes - Posted February 6, 2022

#4

holy shit you guys, I'm actually about to post a fic

36 notes - Posted February 8, 2022

#3

so there’s this excellent Kaidan post @jadesabre301 subjected me to [here] about the fact that there’s no Shadowbroker dossier for Kaidan.

And the excellent headcanon by @normandya is it’s because he’s like, a hardware tech nerd, who reads old books and goes hiking and breaks your toaster (and then fixes it better) not someone who yk, does anything online or understands memes or whatever. (HE WRITES PHYSICAL LETTERS, yes, I am verklempt.)

and it just reminded me of my time spent working in retail home networking/wifi sections and just... wanting to go into a store and say: give me the dumbest possible appliance. It connects to nothing except electricity. No extra buttons or screens or speakers or microphones or alerts. It just. Does one thing and sits like a rock in my house doing it’s one thing all by itself.

I feel proud to realize that Kaidan would probably agree with me.

36 notes - Posted February 1, 2022

#2

*hugs*

I miss you, dears & darlings & hellspawn that you are <3

[readmore]

60 notes - Posted July 3, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

I honestly need them to make *at least* 5 more Knives Out movies, each with just the tiniest little tag scene at the beginning or the end to show me about Benoit's life outside of his cases and then I will read all the stupidest fic about the dumb shit his husband (bf? Not sure if specified, will have to rewatch) has to put up with and I WILL LIVE FOREVER IN PERFECT JOY

but also I need at least five more Knives Out movies because a good non-cop based mystery is hard to find anymore! And they're so much better than they have any right to be and they're quality mysteries full of exquisite characters and they're *so satisfying*!!!

(they're just... Built well? Cohesive wholes with style and good solid technical skills and made by people who clearly like what they're doing and are good at it! They're so! I just!)

But also I really want to know all the stupid shit Benoit's friends and family have to put up with when he's not on a case 🤣🤣🤣

568 notes - Posted November 24, 2022

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#tumblr2022 #year in review #I MISSED TAGS ON SEVEN WHOLE POSTS #WTF BRAIN #but shout out to michelle pfeiffer there #that's a nice tag to be immortalized #*gigglesnort* #long post for ts #tumblr memery

[chocobothis]

👻 What is your wildest headcanon?

✍️ What’s your ideal writing setup?

🚀 Do you like to outline your fic first or create as you go?

🎁 Have a piece of a WIP you want to share?

🏷 Is there a tag you like to search for when looking for fanfics to read?

👻 What is your wildest headcanon?

At this point, I think its anything to do with Pre Vizsla. I've added to his backstory, personality, hobbies, etc. It's wild because there's maybe seven people who like him. But, here I am full of adoration.

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✍️ What’s your ideal writing setup?

The house is cool, I've got a warm drink, a blanket in my lap, and music playing. It's also an autumn thunderstorm or winter snowstorm.

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🚀 Do you like to outline your fic first or create as you go?

It depends what kind of fic its going to be. Things that feel like they're gonna be short are written off the cuff. If it's going to be longer then I want to have at least a basic outline. Having a "task list" makes it easier to keep track of what's happening.

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🎁 Have a piece of a WIP you want to share?

Master Kenobi stood in front of her with his lips moving a great deal. She supposed he was speaking to her. All she heard was muffled noise that her brain parsed out to be maybe Basic. Or, it could be Vratix. She was sure some of the vibrasse in her ear were singed off.

Her fingers felt clumsy as she tried to pull the towel from her shoulders to her head. Until someone saw fit to turn down the kriffing lights it would be a cowl. What kind of inept infrimary kept the lights this bright? Reliving birth was a piss poor way to start dry healing. She preferred to provide dark lenses when waking up.

A nurse approached from the front with an aspirator. If she had to guess it was to suction the lingering bacta from her ears. But, what did she know about medical things a medic? They could be here to clean her burning eyeballs.

He brushed aside the towel to inspect her ears before bringing the aspirator up to clear them out. She was benevolent enough not to claw out his eyes. To human ears the sound registered as a gentle hum. Except she was three-quarters Sephi with essentially full Sephi biology; it sounded like running marble through a garbage disposal but plugged directly into her skull. A manual aspirator would have been the better option.

But that means they'd have to acknowledge more than humans around.

"How are you feeling, Solly?" He moved in closer, blocking some of the light, while speaking in a low tone. "Everyone's been worried about you."

"I've survived worse." Her tongue poked gracelessly around her mouth focusing on molars and fangs. "Even kept all of my teeth this time."

Without prompting he poured a glass of water for her. He was such an intuitive, caring man at his core. For all of his martial skill he was wasted there. Diplomacy or healing would have suited him better.

"I do apologize that one of your lightsabers were as we escaped."

"Why?" The glass was drained in one swallow. "It was the broken one. The mission is still safe."

His hand came to rest on his chin. "You're very attuned to your sabers. It's truly impressive for one so young."

"Kyber sings for me. I know their songs." She tilted her head to match him. "I know their silence."

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🏷 Is there a tag you like to search for when looking for fanfics to read?

I love to look for friends to lovers things and sometimes AUs. Usually, it's more about me using tags to filter things out.

Fanfic Writer Ask Game

#meme answers #me #pre vizsla #solus vetra