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[luv-lock]

Do you think Bruce would introduce y/n to the justice league? I could totally see her simping over the flash (Or conner Kent 👀).

The first time you meet Conner, you’re immediately smitten. He’s tall, gorgeous, and has that perfect blend of confidence and awkward boy-next-door energy that you thrive on.

You don’t even bother introducing yourself properly. After the initial “Hey, pretty boy, wanna fuck?” incident, you lean into your new role as his unsolicited sugar mama.

Conner, tries to respond, but you’re already calculating how much of Bruce’s money you’ll need to spoil him.

During one mission, you dramatically announce, “Conner deserves everything! Clothes, gadgets, vacations—all on Daddy Bruce’s tab!”

Once, you bought him an entire motorcycle. When Bruce found out, he dragged you into the Batcave, his voice dangerously calm.

“Explain why my credit card statement says you purchased a $50,000 bike.”

“It’s for Conner. He deserves nice things.”

Bruce’s eye twitches. “Conner can fly. He doesn’t need a bike.”

You shrug. “But he looks so good on it, Bruce. Don’t be stingy.”

You’re constantly “borrowing” Bruce’s money for ridiculous things.

“Bruce, I need a million dollars.”

“For what?” he asks, already exhausted.

“To buy Conner a pony. He’s always wanted one.”

Bruce pinches the bridge of his nose. “I’m not giving you a million dollars.”

“Fine,” you huff. “But don’t come crying to me when Conner’s sad and pony-less.”

You have a love-hate relationship with Diana. You’re in awe of her beauty, strength, and grace, but you’re also deeply insecure.

During one mission, you stop mid-battle to dramatically compare your boobs to hers, much to everyone’s horror.

“Diana,” you sniff, clutching your chest, “I’ll never be able to compete with perfection like yours. It’s not fair!”

Diana, ever graceful, reassures you, “You’re beautiful in your own right.”

“You’re just saying that because you’re perfect,” you reply, before glaring at Bruce. “He never says anything nice to me.”

Bruce, utterly done: “Because you don’t deserve it.”

During a training session, you randomly grab Diana’s hand and place it on your boobs.

“Feel that, Diana. Am I Amazon material yet?”

She humors you, nodding seriously. “You’re getting there.”

You: “If I bulk up, can I join Themyscira?”

Barry finds you hilarious. He loves how unfiltered you are, even when it gets way too inappropriate.

Once, during a mission, you casually said, “Barry, do you think you could vibrate fast enough to—”

Barry, cutting you off, flailing: “DO NOT FINISH THAT SENTENCE.”

You just smirk. “I’m just saying. There’s potential.”

He starts speed-dodging your flirting, but you’re persistent. “One day, Speedy, you’ll come around.”

You have exactly one question for Hal when you meet him:

“So, hypothetically, could you make a functional dild—”

Hal, already holding up a hand: “Nope. Don’t even finish that thought.”

You pout. “Why do you even have the ring if you’re not going to use it creatively?”

Clark tries his best to remain polite and patient, but you test his limits.

“You must’ve been sculpted by the gods,” you tell him once, blatantly checking him out. “What’s it like being perfect, superdaddy?”

“I… um… thank you?” Clark stammers, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck while Bruce glares daggers at you.

You immediately give Arthur the nickname “Aquadaddy” and refuse to call him anything else.

“Look at those arms, Aquadaddy. What’s your bench press, a blue whale?”

Arthur smirks, clearly amused. “Something like that.”

You: “Bet you could throw me across the room.”

Arthur: “Why would I do that?”

You: “For fun. And because I’d enjoy it.”

You’re also obsessed with his tattoos.

“Did it hurt? Can I touch them? Are you planning on getting more? What if we got matching ones?!”

He indulges you for about five seconds before realizing you’re just trying to find an excuse to grope his arm.

“You’re worse than Barry,” he mutters.

During an underwater mission, you accidentally blurted out, “Do mermaids exist? Be honest.”

Arthur: “They’re… complicated.”

You: “Complicated? Are they, like, your exes?”

Arthur groans, swimming away while you cackle.

You’ve made it your life’s mission to torment Bruce.

When the League gathers for a meeting, you always find a way to embarrass him. One time, you slid into the room dramatically, pointed at him, and declared, “That man is the reason I’m not married yet!”

Bruce: “How is this my fault?”

You grin. “Because I’ll never find another man who looks as good in a suit. You’ve ruined my standards.”

You are Bruce’s biggest headache. Every time he turns around, you’re doing something wildly inappropriate.

During a League movie night, you plop yourself on the floor between his legs, resting your head on his thigh.

“Your thighs are so firm, Bruce. You ever think about becoming a leg model?”

Bruce just stares down at you, utterly done. “Go sit somewhere else.”

You grin up at him. “Nope. This is my spot now.”

As unhinged as you are, everyone in the League has a soft spot for you. You make them laugh, even if it’s at Bruce’s expense.

And while your antics are embarrassing for Bruce, they all know you’re a fierce fighter and incredibly loyal. When it matters, you’ve got their backs—and they wouldn’t trade you for anything.

Except Bruce. Bruce would absolutely trade you for five minutes of peace.

[i-love-lilies]

Se-mi x OC - Anything for you - Chapter five

Sooo, it’s the end. Last chapter…

Enjoy !

« Ooh, what a good idea ! Mingle ! » said an old man.

« Yes, we go more inventive every year. » No, mingle is clearly not a good idea. Se-mi have to win , she have to survive. And mingle does not depend on herself but also on other. And with the team she have…. She can’t trust them, any of them.

The music start and the carousel start turning, the first round was group of ten players. Okay there is no problem for this one, she survive this round. When the carousel start turning again, the guy with purple hair and another started to dance together. What are their problems ? Se-mi stares at them like their were crazy, but I seriously think they are crazy. The music stop and the voice said four players. The crazy guy with purple hair strike a guy with his foot then run to a doors, Se-mi run after him holding the hand of 125. I couldn’t help to feel a bit jealous, seriously, let him he will deceive you honey. He’s so scared to even think about you when he would be in danger. The carousel start turning for the third time, and this time, when the music stop, they have to do group of three. And of course the two weird guys wanted Se-mi and 125 to play a game to decide who will go with them. And when she offered her hand to go just the two of them, this idiot make a scissors. He betrayed her and let her alone. I hope for him that I would never seen him anywhere. She started to look everywhere to find a team and found on at the last time.

She can survive this game, just two round and it’s all right. Just two round Se-mi… please. The next was group of six and she found a groupe. My girlfriend is just incredible, just one last round, one last round… and a little vote and you’re out my love. You wouldn’t die here. For the last round, the voice announced groupe of two. She have to be really fast, and that what she done. Like that Se-mi won the third game. She survived and now she just have to do the right choice.

I get up to discuss with the other at the end of the game. Suddenly, the square guard come in the room. He walk to us and start talking with my father. They were talking about how ingenious this party was and how they could make it even better for next years. Then when my father started to talk to other, the guard look at me and just said « congratulations, one last vote and she’s out » I smiled at him and focus on the conversation. When I look up to the screen, Se-mi was sat all alone.

They started to vote, of course player 456 choose to stop, then score where again really tight. But I didn’t really give a shit about that, the only thing I could think was Se-mi and if she’ll choose to continue or to stop. She wasn’t that dumb to continue and last time she said she’ll stop at 200 million, and now their is more than that. So, normally, she will choose to stop.

Soon her number been called, she walk to the voting machine. My heart is racing, I stop breathing and….

X

She didn’t even hesitate. I turn to see the guard, who was smiling at me. I turn to the screen with a big smile, anything can happen from now, she’ll get out of that hell before the night.

Player voted one by one, scores staying really thighs, like really thigh.

But the two left have already voted X so, their is no reason I’ll need to go down there, risking my own life tonight.

Player 006 walked to the machine and…

O

What ? How ? No it’s couldn’t be possible. Why are they all fucking crazy ?? The last player been called, player 001. And he vote X, thanks.

But the vote result in a tie, so they have to vote again. Tomorrow.

I turn to look at the guard and get up to sit with him.

« I won’t wait the next vote. She choose to stop, now I will go to her and let her out, the sooner the better. And that before the night, it’s pretty sure that it will be a bloodbath. » he look at me then simply respond

« Yes sure, follow me » we go out of the room and he leads again all those corridors and stairs.

« Why are you making that for me ? » he didn’t turn to see me and put on his mask.

« I’m not doing that for you… nor for her. But for them, the VIP, they will love a forbidden love story. With one of the lover who’s fighting for her life and the other one also fighting for the life of the other. Another game, but with a collaborators… an escape special episode, it’s just so perfect. » I feel like a circus animal, only there for entertainment. I feel like one of the players, because it’s what I became, a player. I didn’t say anything, I feel way too sick to say anything. I just continue to follow him silently like always. Then he give me a a pink suit like all the other guard and a machine gun. I put the suit on.

« Don’t come in when the door opens, who have to wait that the guard goes out, then enter, go to her and return here as soon as possible. It’s dangerous for you to come in. Most important, do not kill anyone.»

Obviously it was risky, with just a gun and no guard. I walk to the side of the big door. It was so weird, I was here, a pretty chic black dress under the suit, with a gun in hand and a lover to go save from a soon bloodbath. In what shit i’m in ? I do all of that for her. Like that she would be safe and we will go away. Move to London or whatever, having our little family or just cats. I don’t care but I need her to be with me.

The door open, the guard come in, then « go ». I enter in the room. A lot of player we’re looking at the door because the guards left and trying to understand what happen. Here is she ? I need to find her really quickly. I go down the estrade and walk to the X side of the dormitory. I keep my gun really tight to me and continue to walk, I wanted to look confident and powerful. Like all the other guard. I walk thought the X group, they were counting themselves. Then, I hear a feminine voice, announcing the light out in thirty minutes. It’s fine, I have enough time.

I stop behind player 047 while he was talking and wait for them to stop by themselves. Soon everybody where looking at me. But I could only looking at Se-mi, she was here. Alive. I could say that 001, the frontman was frustrated to doesn’t know what was happening in his game but I just didn’t look at him.

« Sorry, do you need something ? » ask 456. I didn’t look back from Se-mi.

« Player 380. » everyone turn to see her, I think she didn’t recognize my voice and I can see her being anxious. She just nodded.

« Please follow me. » she look at 456 and the frontman. They didn’t understand what happing and 001 was looking at me like he would kill me. Nobody move or say anything. « Player 380, now. Follow me please. » she look at me with big eyes and I feel bad to make her feel like that. She finished by stood up and go down the stairs where people were sit.

I turn and start to walk to the door, when I turn again to see her, she didn’t take a step. « Please » and I raise my hand to point the door out. She look back at her team and follow me. People, of both team, were looking at us. Her team were anxious, didn’t know what would happen to her. When she walk in front of me I follow her to the door, bearing my gun close.

« It’s all right my- »I started to whisper to her, but the sound of footstep behind us stop me.

« Where do you think you go bitch ? » scream a guy, number 124. I turn to see him and take aim at him.

« Do not move. » he raise his hand and don’t move, and when I turn back to walk to the door, he throw himself on me. Trying to stab me with his fork. « Do not kill anyone » I remember what the black guard said to me. I hit him with the cross of my gun and he get off me but before I could get me up he attack me again. On the fight he throw my mask away. He tried to sink his fork on my face so I take again my gun and hit him again with my cross. Again and again, I got his blood on my face and he finally let me get up. And when I come back on my feet, he was laying there, on the floor, certainly half dead.

« Naree ? » I heard Se-mi say behind me, I turn to see her, she was scared. Scared of me.

« Yes… yes my love. Please just, let’s go out there. » a took her arm and pull her to the door.

« You’re here for me ? » I continue to pull her to the door while looking at her. Holding her arm.

« Yes sure. I couldn’t let you die here. » her eyes started to watering and when I look behind her, I see players from the O team walking to us. And with not good intentions.

Then I heard the door opening.

« Now run. » and I start to run, holding her hand. Before we pass the door I catch the eyes of 001. He recognizes me, for sure. And the way he look at me say that if he go out alive from the games, he would have a little chat with my dad.

But I didn’t care, I’ve saved Se-mi and it’s to most important.

We run trough the corridors, trough the colorful stairs to come back to the collaborators part and I lead her to my room. I take quickly my stuff and go out. Still running with her hand in mine. We goes out and when she stop to look at the sunset I run to a boat, I took her hand and pull her in. I stop a second to see her face and cup her face. Looking at her eye.

« Naree ? What are you doing ?? Are you crazy ?! » I look away, that was my dad. Oh shit…

« I’m sorry dad ! » then I go start the little boat and we go away. After some time at piloting the boat I turn my attention to Se-mi. She was looking at me, the last ray of sun running trough her face. She was beautiful.

« You saved me. » I just nodded « what were you doing here ? » I look away.

« I’ll explain who later ok ? » I get up and go to sit with her, then I took her face in my hands « Now we are going to your appartements, then mine, taking most important of our stuff. Then we will go away, as far as possible…. But now just, take some rest, okay ? » she just nodded and stay quiet. I return to the command of the boat and drive us to our destination.

I’ve succeeded, she was here, sleeping peacefully. Survivor of the game. We should go live our lives, far away from all of that. Together. I do all of that for her. For saving her, because I just couldn’t believe I could survive in a world without her. Tonight I kill a man for her. And now I’m driving her to the most peaceful place I could find. And I could do so much more for her.

I could do absolutely anything for her.

« Ooh, what a good idea ! Mingle ! » said an old man.

« Yes, we go more inventive every year. » No, mingle is clearly not a good idea. Se-mi have to win , she have to survive. And mingle does not depend on herself but also on other. And with the team she have…. She can’t trust them, any of them.

The music start and the carousel start turning, the first round was group of ten players. Okay there is no problem for this one, she survive this round. When the carousel start turning again, the guy with purple hair and another started to dance together. What are their problems ? Se-mi stares at them like their were crazy, but I seriously think they are crazy. The music stop and the voice said four players. The crazy guy with purple hair strike a guy with his foot then run to a doors, Se-mi run after him holding the hand of 125. I couldn’t help to feel a bit jealous, seriously, let him he will deceive you honey. He’s so scared to even think about you when he would be in danger. The carousel start turning for the third time, and this time, when the music stop, they have to do group of three. And of course the two weird guys wanted Se-mi and 125 to play a game to decide who will go with them. And when she offered her hand to go just the two of them, this idiot make a scissors. He betrayed her and let her alone. I hope for him that I would never seen him anywhere. She started to look everywhere to find a team and found on at the last time.

She can survive this game, just two round and it’s all right. Just two round Se-mi… please. The next was group of six and she found a groupe. My girlfriend is just incredible, just one last round, one last round… and a little vote and you’re out my love. You wouldn’t die here. For the last round, the voice announced groupe of two. She have to be really fast, and that what she done. Like that Se-mi won the third game. She survived and now she just have to do the right choice.

I get up to discuss with the other at the end of the game. Suddenly, the square guard come in the room. He walk to us and start talking with my father. They were talking about how ingenious this party was and how they could make it even better for next years. Then when my father started to talk to other, the guard look at me and just said « congratulations, one last vote and she’s out » I smiled at him and focus on the conversation. When I look up to the screen, Se-mi was sat all alone.

They started to vote, of course player 456 choose to stop, then score where again really tight. But I didn’t really give a shit about that, the only thing I could think was Se-mi and if she’ll choose to continue or to stop. She wasn’t that dumb to continue and last time she said she’ll stop at 200 million, and now their is more than that. So, normally, she will choose to stop.

Soon her number been called, she walk to the voting machine. My heart is racing, I stop breathing and….

X

She didn’t even hesitate. I turn to see the guard, who was smiling at me. I turn to the screen with a big smile, anything can happen from now, she’ll get out of that hell before the night.

Player voted one by one, scores staying really thighs, like really thigh.

But the two left have already voted X so, their is no reason I’ll need to go down there, risking my own life tonight.

Player 006 walked to the machine and…

O

What ? How ? No it’s couldn’t be possible. Why are they all fucking crazy ?? The last player been called, player 001. And he vote X, thanks.

But the vote result in a tie, so they have to vote again. Tomorrow.

I turn to look at the guard and get up to sit with him.

« I won’t wait the next vote. She choose to stop, now I will go to her and let her out, the sooner the better. And that before the night, it’s pretty sure that it will be a bloodbath. » he look at me then simply respond

« Yes sure, follow me » we go out of the room and he leads again all those corridors and stairs.

« Why are you making that for me ? » he didn’t turn to see me and put on his mask.

« I’m not doing that for you… nor for her. But for them, the VIP, they will love a forbidden love story. With one of the lover who’s fighting for her life and the other one also fighting for the life of the other. Another game, but with a collaborators… an escape special episode, it’s just so perfect. » I feel like a circus animal, only there for entertainment. I feel like one of the players, because it’s what I became, a player. I didn’t say anything, I feel way too sick to say anything. I just continue to follow him silently like always. Then he give me a a pink suit like all the other guard and a machine gun. I put the suit on.

« Don’t come in when the door opens, who have to wait that the guard goes out, then enter, go to her and return here as soon as possible. It’s dangerous for you to come in. Most important, do not kill anyone.»

Obviously it was risky, with just a gun and no guard. I walk to the side of the big door. It was so weird, I was here, a pretty chic black dress under the suit, with a gun in hand and a lover to go save from a soon bloodbath. In what shit i’m in ? I do all of that for her. Like that she would be safe and we will go away. Move to London or whatever, having our little family or just cats. I don’t care but I need her to be with me.

The door open, the guard come in, then « go ». I enter in the room. A lot of player we’re looking at the door because the guards left and trying to understand what happen. Here is she ? I need to find her really quickly. I go down the estrade and walk to the X side of the dormitory. I keep my gun really tight to me and continue to walk, I wanted to look confident and powerful. Like all the other guard. I walk thought the X group, they were counting themselves. Then, I hear a feminine voice, announcing the light out in thirty minutes. It’s fine, I have enough time.

I stop behind player 047 while he was talking and wait for them to stop by themselves. Soon everybody where looking at me. But I could only looking at Se-mi, she was here. Alive. I could say that 001, the frontman was frustrated to doesn’t know what was happening in his game but I just didn’t look at him.

« Sorry, do you need something ? » ask 456. I didn’t look back from Se-mi.

« Player 380. » everyone turn to see her, I think she didn’t recognize my voice and I can see her being anxious. She just nodded.

« Please follow me. » she look at 456 and the frontman. They didn’t understand what happing and 001 was looking at me like he would kill me. Nobody move or say anything. « Player 380, now. Follow me please. » she look at me with big eyes and I feel bad to make her feel like that. She finished by stood up and go down the stairs where people were sit.

I turn and start to walk to the door, when I turn again to see her, she didn’t take a step. « Please » and I raise my hand to point the door out. She look back at her team and follow me. People, of both team, were looking at us. Her team were anxious, didn’t know what would happen to her. When she walk in front of me I follow her to the door, bearing my gun close.

« It’s all right my- »I started to whisper to her, but the sound of footstep behind us stop me.

« Where do you think you go bitch ? » scream a guy, number 124. I turn to see him and take aim at him.

« Do not move. » he raise his hand and don’t move, and when I turn back to walk to the door, he throw himself on me. Trying to stab me with his fork. « Do not kill anyone » I remember what the black guard said to me. I hit him with the cross of my gun and he get off me but before I could get me up he attack me again. On the fight he throw my mask away. He tried to sink his fork on my face so I take again my gun and hit him again with my cross. Again and again, I got his blood on my face and he finally let me get up. And when I come back on my feet, he was laying there, on the floor, certainly half dead.

« Naree ? » I heard Se-mi say behind me, I turn to see her, she was scared. Scared of me.

« Yes… yes my love. Please just, let’s go out there. » a took her arm and pull her to the door.

« You’re here for me ? » I continue to pull her to the door while looking at her. Holding her arm.

« Yes sure. I couldn’t let you die here. » her eyes started to watering and when I look behind her, I see players from the O team walking to us. And with not good intentions.

Then I heard the door opening.

« Now run. » and I start to run, holding her hand. Before we pass the door I catch the eyes of 001. He recognizes me, for sure. And the way he look at me say that if he go out alive from the games, he would have a little chat with my dad.

But I didn’t care, I’ve saved Se-mi and it’s to most important.

We run trough the corridors, trough the colorful stairs to come back to the collaborators part and I lead her to my room. I take quickly my stuff and go out. Still running with her hand in mine. We goes out and when she stop to look at the sunset I run to a boat, I took her hand and pull her in. I stop a second to see her face and cup her face. Looking at her eye.

« Naree ? What are you doing ?? Are you crazy ?! » I look away, that was my dad. Oh shit…

« I’m sorry dad ! » then I go start the little boat and we go away. After some time at piloting the boat I turn my attention to Se-mi. She was looking at me, the last ray of sun running trough her face. She was beautiful.

« You saved me. » I just nodded « what were you doing here ? » I look away.

« I’ll explain who later ok ? » I get up and go to sit with her, then I took her face in my hands « Now we are going to your appartements, then mine, taking most important of our stuff. Then we will go away, as far as possible…. But now just, take some rest, okay ? » she just nodded and stay quiet. I return to the command of the boat and drive us to our destination.

I’ve succeeded, she was here, sleeping peacefully. Survivor of the game. We should go live our lives, far away from all of that. Together. I do all of that for her. For saving her, because I just couldn’t believe I could survive in a world without her. Tonight I kill a man for her. And now I’m driving her to the most peaceful place I could find. And I could do so much more for her. I could do absolutely anything for her.

« Se-mi ? » I heard her hummed « you know… I could do anything for you. Anything. » I turn to see her, a smile on her face.

End

—> Master list

[recurringwriter]

Twenty Questions for Fic Writers

tagged by @demial4! thanks for thinking of me! went with this blog since it's the more main one aksdjgh

1) how many works do you have on ao3?

sitting at 109! i never saw that one coming, i'll be real

2) what's your total ao3 word count?

961,632!!!!!!! my goal is to get to 1 million words this year, should be doable [imagine a super flustered blushing emoji here]. i just need to work on any of the longfics i'm stuck in the middle of.

3) what are your top five fics by kudos?

this is why i chose this blog--it's all f/ire /emblem:

say it with swords - felix/sylain/bernadetta/annette this diminuendo only gets obscene - rodrigue/manuela (my best series) i know i never make this easy - arospec felix coming out to rodrigue is it bad enough to call it off - i think this is the rodrigue & annette fic Hate to let you down - this whopper is my first fic. the Eh-U

4) what fandoms do you write for?

mainly 🔥emb/lem and i'm now expanding into the finalled fantasy, which is a series i've never played myself. but i'm greatly enjoying learning about it! i also have 1 monster hunter fic and i'd love to write some weird crossover stuff for old book series no one has ever heard of.

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

i try!!! but sometimes i am overcome and don't know what to say, and then put it off, and then feel silly to answer months later and so i never do. trust me it haunts me. i'm always so grateful for comments.

6) what's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

it was whatever doesn't make me stronger kills me which i hated for a long time (it's not bad just not to my taste). very ambiguous what happens to sylvain in that one. but then i added a chapter because my beloved fave band released a new album. i still have to add an end proper. since then it's probably anything in the divorce au where i explained the absence of felix's mom. SORRY i just remembered I love you, sincerely, yours truly, yours truly. weird time travel sci-fi sylvain/ingrid.

7) what's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

this is really hard because i like open endings that don't feel like endings, or softly happy endings, so they all feel 'quieter' than i might imagine most happy ends. but nothing is like it was, there's nobody here but us (eh-u, rodrigue introducing felix to manuela) is really positive. then there's Rodfic #50: Something in Which to Believe, which i wrote to cheer myself up. rodrigue/reader.

8) do you get hate on fics?

i had the ghost of anne rice comment on a fic but otherwise people have been extremely nice! i'm very grateful.

9) do you write smut?

😏 i actually was writing smut when i was tagged in this

10) do you write crossovers?

yessss i love crossovers!!!! i don't typically do very long ones, they're sort of like the pilot episode of a longer series that never gets aired. but i thoroughly enjoy them.

11) have you ever had a fic stolen?

okay so i don't Believe it was stolen. but i was browsing tags and saw something with Extremely Similar concept to one of my fics and was like. the likelihood that this is stolen is So Low because my fic has under 90 hits. but i was Shocked when i read it.

12) have you ever had a fic translated?

not at this point!

13) have you ever cowritten a fic before?

sort of! i have two co-written fics in progress both are smut and very often share as i write with a friend or friends!

14) what's your all time favourite ship?

suuper hard question because i throw any characters i can into the brig together to see what happens. but probably Rodriguela has the highest spot for being the first one i acted insane about.

15) what's the wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

i'm sort of doubtful i'll ever finish wildfire just because it keeps growing. but i'd love to. my felicity-adopts-sephiroth au has also hit an unfortunate wall and i lost all momentum, but i would really like to finish that one.

16) what are your writing strengths?

i have a huge ego so we could be here all day. dialogue, fight scenes, humour are my favourites though.

17) what are your writing weaknesses?

describing um. clothing. aaaaaaaaaaaa or deciding what characters should eat. don't make me!!! go read a redwall or something if you want food

18) thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

i'd probably say 'he said in french that they should go see the hockey match' rather than write out the actual phrase. but if it were something simple i might take a crack at it. i've used fictional words in wildfire now.

19) first fandom you wrote for?

f/ire e/mblem again. it was the pandemic, i'd just gotten through claude's route, and felix was so silly. so i started the eh-u

20) favourite fic you've ever written?

this is impossible to answer because i love so many. but here's my first curling fic: steal of two

i'll tag @omgkalyppso @umbralstars @lumeha

[howdoesagrapewrites]

what wld lovesick pav and gaya be like w a s/o who tries to be like, healthy in their relationship? like they're not the "i wanna get away bc this is unhealthy" type, but the "i will actively tie you both down and make you communicate your feelings and wants in a healthy way until we can all reach a mutual agreement" way

like the two reach the stage where they don't want their love to leave the house at all- but they kinda quickly shut that down and are like "nuh uh. i have a life, so either we talk it out and find something that works for me and you two or i stay out five minutes past the curfew you set just to make you squirm"

𝙒𝙤𝙧𝙠 𝙞𝙩 𝙤𝙪𝙩

Cw: poly!reader x lovesick! Pavitr Prabhakar x lovesick!Gayatri Singh, explicit talk about mental health

Notes: all I can think about is the reader spraying then with a water bottle like a poorly behaved cat

>You went out of the apartment to get the grocery shopping done, your partners had been behaving oddly, they were always very affectionate and loved being around you, but lately you feel like they have been neglecting their personal life in order to be together

>You left the house when they were taking a nap, you didn't feel like you were sneaking out, just that you were doing chores while they slept

>You think about this as you examine the red apples deciding if you should buy them or not

>Your phone vibrates and you answer to a preoccupied Pavitr, you apologize for not telling them, but you didn't want to disturb them, when you're about to hang up, he hits you with "just wait, we're on our way"

>You're a little confused and annoyed by having to wait for them at the market without being able to continue the list of home necessities, but you tried to be understanding, and thought that maybe when you got home, you could start a conversation about what you've been thinking the whole afternoon

>When they arrived, the outing went smoothly, and happily, like you're used to

>After you finished organizing everything on the shelves and pantry, you started the conversation in a pretty straight forward manner, you didn't want to dance around the subject and talk about issues like they're anything aside a from a completely normal part of every relationship

>You said you wanted to talk, and they were visibly nervous, however, complied

>"So I've been noticing that you don't want to leave the house, and that you get really upset when I do leave, and it concerns me, I won't force you, but I'm your partner too, I'm here for both of you."

>I think these two would be one of the easiest characters to pull into therapy and get them to work through their issues, something that's surprising considering they would never accept this if you were dating individually

>The challenge here is definitely Pavitr, because like I've said a million times already, he's extremely delusional

>So it'll be hard to even make him realize there's an issue with his obsession, also you'll need to reassure him that you're not rejecting his feelings, but rather just want to work through a more positive and healthy way of expressing and processing those feelings

>"But I love you, why don't you love me too?"

>"Of course I do, Pav, but love isn't supposed to hurt"

>Gayatri has a more clear vision of where these issues stem from and will be more cooperative with communication with time

>At first she's closed to the idea, but when she sees how much you care and that you genuinely want to help her, she lets her guard down

>If you respond positively and don't show signs of fear or disgust when she tells you about her feelings, you get to hear, the most gruesome parts, but far from scared, you're proud she feels safe to verbalize and recognize toxic behavior

>I think Pavitr would use mindfulness as a coping strategy for the yandere tendencies, and Gayatri would turn to writing

>Some of Gayatri's pieces are morbid, sure, but it's better than having her do it, you praise the effort

>Sometimes they still relapse and snap at you or get too possessive, but you're having none of it

>You set clear boundaries and as hard as that is, they understand that they'll lose your trust and love if they are unwilling to be better

>I think there's a solid 8/10 chance of fixing them

[ssa-atlas-alvez]

cowboy reader comes across a crazy ex gf or partner. like not murder crazy but crazy ass bitch yk?

Description: Dana, an old 'friend' of reader turns up at his work place and decides to make a scene.

Warnings: reader gets slapped, crazy ex girlfriend, she insults JJ, she calls her a sl^t and wh0re, she also tells reader to 'burn in h3ll'

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"Hi, is there something I can help you with?" JJ asked, approaching the woman.

"I'm looking for Agent (Y/N)," The woman responded.

JJ nodded, "He's right this way," She said, the pair of them walked, silence filling the air. A million questions racing through JJ's mind about who this woman was. "So, how do you know (Y/N)?"

"He's my boyfriend," She said, "We've been dating on and off for about five years now. We met in college and it was love at first sight. But with the long distances, we kept calling it off for a while. But we always find our way back to each other."

You tried to bite back a sigh when JJ walked in with Dana. You really, really didn't have time for this. A six year old boy was missing. This couldn't have been any worse timing - it probably could have been, but right now, it didn't exactly feel like that.

"Hey baby, can we talk somewhere in private?" She asked when he approached you, running a hand down your chest.

"I can't talk for long, three minute max," You said. She sighed but nodded and you led her just a little bit away from the rest of the team, wanting to be close by in case they found anything interesting in the three minutes you were talking to Dana.

Dana immediately launches into 'flirt mode' - more than she already was. She's twirling her hair, staring at your lips. And, to be frank, you're not a fan. And you have better things to be doing.

"Dana, can you- can you come back another time? I'm in the middle of a case, I can't do this right now." You said with a sigh as she walked closer to you, the team could very clearly hear everything going on (for a team of profilers they were not good at acting subtle).

"Seriously?" Dana laughs as she swoops down to grab her bag, "You know what? No. We can't do this later, fuck you!"

"Dana-"

"What? What do you want, (Y/N)? Huh?"

"I- I told you, I'm at work right now, I can't do this here, this is important," You said.

"And I'm not?!"

"Dana, that's not what I said, but we're trynna find a boy right now and I can't do this,"

"You're saying he's more important than me?!" Dana scoffed loudly.

"Dana, I'm trynna do my job," You tried to reason. You knew it was useless. But you had to at least try.

"So you're saying he is more important than me!" She exclaimed.

"Dana, he's a missing six year old boy, you're here for a - n excuse my language - a booty call," You said.

The slap sounds through the room and in its wake is the deafening silence of the team and the tingling on your cheek. You drew in a deep breath, trying to stay calm as the team stared in shock. Giving Morgan a small shake of the head when he instinctively reached for his cuffs. "Dana, I need you to leave. Now." You said sternly, "We are not datin', I've not given you that impression and I need you to leave so I can do my job and find this little boy."

"You know what? Fine! Fine, do your little job! With your colleagues! With that slutty blonde! I see the way you look at her!" She points angrily to JJ as she continues to yell.

"You need to fuckin' leave. Now." Your voice is low as you step closer. "You can insult me all you want, but the second you insult her? Insult my friends? Either you walk out that door now or I get security to remove you."

She stared at you, huffing loudly as she turned around. She glared at JJ, "Whore." You ground your teeth hearing that, stepping towards her again.

"Dana, leave. Now." You voice is deep and you ignore the shocked faces of your team when you addressed her. Instead, she turns to glare at you again.

"Burn in hell."

"Get a life," You muttered bitterly, pointing at the door. She huffed once more before leaving.

[rebelwrites]

Twenty Five: The Weight Of The World

Charles Leclerc x Nova Teller (OC)

Till the wheels fall off Masterlist

I’m sorry for this 😭😭😭

Small town meets the fast lane. What happens when two souls meet? Will it end in happiness or will they both crash and burn?

As always reblogs and feedback is highly appreciated ❤️ if you want tagging in future parts let me know ❤️

The past twenty four hours had been utter hell, not only was jet lag kicking my ass I also had the club asking me three million questions. I wanted to sleep but my body was refusing, every time I closed my eyes my mind would start racing again, nothing could quiet the voice inside my head.

The only positive thing was Jax woke up.

Slumping down on the outdoor sofa I pulled the blanket over my tired body, placing a cigarette between my lips. I unlocked my phone, scrolling through my contacts until I found Charles' name. I needed him here with me but right now I would have to settle for his voice.

After a few rings he picked up.

“Hey Char,” I sighed, taking a long drag of the smoke.

“How you holding up Sunshine?”

“J'ai été meilleur, j'aimerais que tu sois là maintenant. I've been better, I wish you were here now,” I whispered, blinking back tears, “but at least Jax is awake.”

“You sound shattered, have you had any sleep since you got home?” he asked, I knew he would be worrying about me.

“Not really, I have tried but no matter how hard I try my body is fighting it,” I sighed, keeping my gaze focused on the sunrise. “I don’t think I will sleep properly until Jax gets out of hospital to be honest.”

Before Charles could respond the sound of the doorbell echoed through the house, luckily I had the backdoor open meaning I heard it. “You have got to be kidding me, who the hell is at the front door at 5am.” I exclaimed, kicking the blanket off my body.

“Maybe it’s Chibs?” Charles questioned.

“Nah, he has a key he’d let himself in but he would let me know he was coming.” I started, tossing the cigarette butt into the metal bucket by the door. “Whoever it is better pray they haven’t just woken Elenor or Pops up otherwise there will be hell to play.” The sound of my boyfriend laughing down the phone caused me to raise an eyebrow even though he couldn’t see it. “What is so funny?” I asked, as I walked through the house without turning any of the lights on.

“You are just too cute, that's all,” he chuckled.

“Well, I won’t be cute when I brutally pull the limbs off the person who is at my door before the sun has fully risen.” I coldly said as I reached the front door.

It took me a few minutes to get all the chains and locks off the door, one of the many things we had to do to keep Pops safe when he started wandering around the house in the middle of the night.

The moment I forcefully yanked the front door open I felt my jaw hit the floor seeing Charles standing there, phone pressed to his ear and back pack thrown over his shoulder with a shit eating grin plastered on his face. “Do I get to keep my limbs?” he laughed, ending the call and tucking his phone back in his pocket.

“Vous êtes un trou du cul, Charles Leclerc. You're an asshole, Charles Leclerc.” I breathed, shaking my head at the dork who was currently occupying the front porch.

“Oui, mais tu m'aimes. Yes, but you love me,” he smirked, stepping forward to close the gap between us, pulling me into his arms. The sound of his steady heartbeat was what I needed to calm the voices in my mind.

“I can’t believe you are here,” I whispered, refusing to let go of him.

“I wasn’t going to abandon my girl when she needed me the most,” he hummed, pressing a kiss to the top of my head, before guiding me back into the house. “I can only stay for a couple of days though.”

“That’s better than you not being here at all I guess,” I breathed, nuzzling my face further into his hoodie, letting the smell of his aftershave wash over me.

For a few moments the world felt right again.

“Uncle Charlie?” Elenor whispered from the top of the stairs causing me to pull away from Charles.

“What are you doing awake, my little bear?” Charles asked, dropping his backpack by the shoe rack as he made his way to the bottom of the stairs.

“The doorbell woke me up, I thought it was daddy,” she admitted, causing my heart to ache.

“Oh baby,” I said softly, trying to hold back tears once again, “Daddy will have to stay with the Doctors for a little bit longer.” The hardest part of this situation was trying to explain it to Elenor in a way that didn’t traumatize her. “But I promise we can go and see him later.”

After a long week and a half, today was the day Jax was finally allowed home, my emotions were all over the place. I was so happy my brother was being released but also extremely stressed because of the care Jax would need during his recovery.

“Nova, you really need to sleep,” Pascale said, passing me a large cup of coffee and a plate of pancakes. She had been a life saver over the last few weeks, I honestly don’t think I would have coped without her. From the moment we got back to my family home her motherly instincts kicked in, although I don’t think this woman would ever lose them, it was just in her nature, she made sure we ate, had freshly washed clothes and the house was clean.

Elenor loved her and was constantly asking her questions about her son which she found highly amusing and I couldn’t complain, I loved hearing about Charles.

However I think the saving grace with Pascale living with us was how she was with Pops, they got on like a house on fire which made things a lot easier. Especially since Pops’ health had taken a turn for the worse, he was starting to wander the house more during the middle of the night, he was getting angry at every little thing and he was forgetting things we told him pretty much instantly.

“Maman, thank you,” I whispered, flashing her a weak smile, “for everything.”

“Sweetie, you do not need to thank me,” she hummed.

“But you have done so much for my family and you hardly know us.”

“You mean a lot to my son, I have never seen him this happy and I know if he could he would be here, so it is the least I can do.”

Glancing over her shoulder I realized I was late leaving. “Shit, I should have left ten minutes ago,” I sighed, downing the mug of coffee not caring if it burned me. “I will eat these later, I need to get to the hospital.”

The drive back from the hospital was only short but in the space of the last ten minutes Jax had gotten on every one of my last nerves. I was moments away from kicking him outta the car letting him hobble on his crutches the rest of the way home.

“I swear to god, did the nurses give you extra medication to make you ten times more frustrating than normal?” I huffed, turning onto our street.

“What happened to the sweet loving sister, did you leave her back in the hospital?” He shot back, placing a cigarette between his lips.

“I killed her,” I shrugged, clenching my teeth. I knew the recovery period was going to be a tough one and I had a feeling he was going to try and milk the situation, everyone waiting on him hand and foot.

“Who shat on your bike this morning?”

A heavy sigh escaped my lips as I pulled my battered truck onto the drive next to the bright red Ferrari Purosangue Charles had left, the sight of it made me miss him even more, my heart was calling out for him every day and if I was being honest I was struggling with the distance. The time difference was making things extremely difficult, meaning we were communicating through voicemails and texts.

“I’m sorry,” I breathed, running my hands over my face before taking the half smoked cigarette from him, taking a long drag. “I feel like the weight of the world is crushing me into the ground.”

“Squirt, is the club not pulling their weight?” Jax asked, voice full of concern.

“Yeah they are,” I breathed, taking another pull on the smoke, “I dunno, I’m trying to keep everything together but the stress is killing me And to top it all off I miss Char so fucking much.” I could feel the tears starting to burn my eyes, I promised myself I wasn’t going to break down today, everyone was so excited Jax was coming home, especially Elenor.

Jax reached over, taking my hand in his, the look of guilt was written all over his face and I hated it. I still didn’t know the reason why he rode his bike completely wasted, every time I tried to bring it up Jax completely shut down.

The next couple of hours everything was crazy, Elenor hadn’t left her father’s side which made things slightly awkward getting Jax settled back in. Chibs and Nero had done an amazing job in turning Elenor’s play room into a makeshift bedroom for Jax, I knew everyone would want to come and see Jax but I had put my foot down, for the first night I just wanted it to be, me, Jax, Elenor, Pops and Pascale.

Feeling my phone buzz in my back pocket, I flashed Jax a weak smile leaving him cuddled on the sofa with his little girl before making my way outside.

My heart fluttered seeing Charles’ name pop up on my screen, my fingers darted across the screen instantly accepting the call.

“Est-ce que c'est le bon moment, bébé ? Is this a good time, baby?” he asked, his voice was raspy like he had just woken up, but he more than likely had with it being around 6am in Singapore.

“Oui, mon Dieu, ta voix m'a manqué. Yes, my God, I missed your voice,” I breathed, trying to hold back the tears. I had never felt this much emotion hearing someone’s voice before. “I wish you were here with me?”

“Oh Sunshine, I would do anything to be able to hold you in my arms right now, we only have a couple more weeks to get through before I can come to Cali, spending some much needed time with my girls before COTA,” he sighed, pausing a second before speaking again. “Swap onto facetime, I need to see your beautiful face.” A small smile graced my face as I followed his instructions, the moment his face popped up on the screen I couldn’t hold the tears back. “Please don’t cry, I hate seeing you like this.”

Leaning against the back of the sofa, I ran a hand over my cheeks, “Maman has been a life saver,” I whispered, changing the subject.

“I’m glad she is there for you,” he smiled, adjusting his position in bed, giving me more of a view of his bare torso that was only covered by a thin sheet. “How’s Jax doing?”

“More annoying than normal,” I half laughed, my face instantly dropping the moment I heard my name being shouted from inside the house. “God, can’t I just have half an hour to myself,” I growled in frustration. “Baby, I hate to cut this so short, but I’ve gotta go, I’m sorry.”

“Bébé, tu n'as aucune raison de t'excuser, va t'occuper de ta famille et appelle-moi quand tu pourras. Baby, you have nothing to apologize for, go take care of your family and call me when you can.” he whispered, blowing me a kiss.

The last five days had been utter chaos, ever since Jax had come home from the hospital the front door had basically turned into a revolving door, there was always a member or two of the club hanging about.

All the boys wanted to check in on their president and brother.

The house had basically become the new club house, meaning Jax could still take control of everything from his bed, no matter what time of the day it was I could always guarantee there would be at least four Harleys parked on the driveway.

Pops was really struggling with the dramatic change to his environment, the hustle and bustle caused him to lock himself in his bedroom most days making things a lot harder on me, especially since the front door was never locked, I was constantly worried something was going to happen to him when he started wandering about in the middle of the night.

My body was screaming at me to get a good night's rest but with keeping on top of Jax’s medication schedule and making sure Pops was safe, it was proving difficult to get more than a couple of hours. I found myself setting up camp on the living room sofa so I was in between Jax and Pops. The sofa was playing havoc with my back and to top everything off me and Charles hadn’t spoken properly for a couple of days.

As Pascale walked into the living room a heavy sigh left her lips, she could see how hard everything was for Nova, no matter how much help she tried to provide to the young girl it didn’t seem to be doing much to lighten the load. JT’s health was getting worse, over the last week he had at least two outbursts every day.

Armed with a fresh pot of coffee she made her way over to Nova only to find the poor girl passed out on the sofa, her phone still unlocked in her hand. Pascale wasn’t one for prying but she couldn’t help but get a glimpse of the conversation Nova had been having with her son.

Char I am fucking struggling

I feel like I am slipping further into the darkness

I just wish you were here with me, the voices are getting loud in my head again

GOD WHY IS THIS SO FUCKING HARD

Her heart broke for Nova, this wasn’t the same girl she met back in Monza. Placing the phone and mug on the small side table she grabbed the blanket off the back of the sofa, slowly covering Nova up before placing a gentle kiss to the top of her head.

She knew this wasn’t her house but she wasn’t going to let Nova be the next one in hospital, for the first time since Jax had come home there were no members of the club hanging around and Pascale knew this was her only shot, taking a deep breathe she quickly went to check on Jax, who was sound asleep with his daughter snuggled in his arms.

A small smile tugged at her lips seeing the pair of them together, it was clear Jax loved his daughter to bits and she looked up to her father, and she found her mind drifting to thoughts of how Charles would be with a daughter of his own.

Pushing the thoughts aside she exited the room, softly closing the door behind her before making her way to the main entrance of the house, she didn’t know what repercussions her next action would have but right now she didn’t care, all she was focused on was the girl that had stole her son’s heart. Pascale had made a promise to Charles to make sure Nova got enough sleep and she ate and so far she was failing at both things.

Taking a deep breath she locked the front door, making sure the chains were on as she knew some of the members had keys. Once she was satisfied she made her way to the back door doing the same thing.

The sudden sound of movement coming from upstairs quickly peaked her attention, within a matter of minutes she was now on the landing trying to figure out where JT had gone. Over the last day she had noticed how weak he was getting, so she was doing everything she could to get JT back to full health but it was a battle she realized she was quickly losing.

He looked like he was giving up, his body was losing all of its fight and it was only a matter of time before he slipped away peacefully, she hated how there was nothing she could do to fix this situation for Nova and Jax.

“John?” Pascale softly called out.

She was met with silence which caused her to panic.

Slowly she pushed open the door to JT’s room, her heart shattering in the process, the man lying in the bed wasn’t the same person who welcomed her into his home with open arms, instead laid a frail old man who looked like he was on his deathbed.

“Pascale,” he whispered, “I’m afraid I don’t have much time left.”

“JT, don’t say things like that,” she said softly, moving across the room to perch on the edge of the bed, taking his hand in hers. “You have a lot of years left in you, you gotta keep fighting, you need to stick around to see your baby girl get married and have a family of her own.” She could feel herself welling up as she spoke.

“Unfortunately, I don’t think I do, my body is giving up on me,” he sighed, “I got to see my sweet angel truly happy, which is all thanks to your son and that is enough for me, I know she is safe in his arms, he will cherish her and treat her like a queen.”

The smile on his face told Pascale he was hiding something.

“What do you know?” she questioned raising her brow at him.

“You can’t tell Nova, but I had a call with Charles today during free practice,” he beamed, as if he was reliving the day. “In all the time I have known that boy I have never known him so nervous.”

“We can’t be talking about the same boy here John,” she chuckled softly, before pausing as the realization hit her, there would be only one reason her son would call JT and be so nervous about it. Her hand flew to her mouth as she tried to blink back tears. “Did he?”

“Ask for my blessing to marry my daughter?” he grinned, pausing for a brief moment as a single tear rolled down his cheek. “He sure did, and my only question was why had he waited this long to ask, those two are destined to be together. I knew that the moment they laid eyes on each other.”

Pascale couldn’t believe the words she was hearing, this was the best frame of mind JT had been in all week and judging by the size of the grin on his face he wasn’t getting confused on what was reality or not.

“See, you have to stick around to walk her down the aisle.”

“I have made my peace with this Pascale,” he whispered, squeezing her hand softly. “Thank you for being here for my family, I honestly don’t know if they would have gotten through this without you. Now can you do me a favor and bring my children and granddaughter up here,” he paused, his voice cracking on him as he spoke the next five words.

“It’s time to say goodbye.”

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[baby-alien11]

Dinner with the Ulrich family (Y/N Ulrich universe)

My requests are open btw (unfortunately for many of you, I won't write smut for Jack for the simple fact that I'm three soon to be four years older than him and I would be uncomfortable writting that for him, there are enough people sexualising him on tik tok which is wrong because he turned eighteen like a few months ago)

taglist: @volturi-girl-imagines @dessxoxsworld @aonungsgirlfriend @ethanlandryluver

Lately, things have been bussy in Jack's life because of the new fame he gainned for Avatar and Scream VI, making him a little tired because of the interviews and next projects to film, so in a week when he didn't had any compromises he decided to spend a day with you in your house (of course after going to the gym), and Butters was also there

During most part of the day, the two of you spend time in your room watching movies and sleeping, with Butters and baby dragon Jake between you to, the only times when both of you leave the bedroom was to go to the bathroom or to eat when Skeet called you

That was until the middle of "Hamilton", when Skeet openned the door, with the sight of the two of you laying in your bed with Butters sleeping in one of your pillows

"Kids, time to get up", Skeet said turning the lights on, "Dinner's ready"

"Can we go when we reach the final of the first act?", you asked with sweetness, "It's only one song left"

"You can finish it later", Skeet responded, "Come on, the food is going to get cold"

Sighing in defeat, you and Jack got up from your bed to walk downstairs with Butters following close

At first you only were expecting a small dinner between you, your dad, Jack (and Butters), so you were surprised and happy to see two blond heads in the dinning room

"What are you doing here?", you smiled hugging your older siblings

"Dad said he needed help with the two tornados in his house", Naiia joked

"The champ!", Jakob exclaimed hugging Jack

"Hey man", Jack answered with a smile

After setting the table with the plates and drinks for everyone and serving Butters food, the five of you sit at the table to eat the chinese food that the twins had bought

"So, how was everyones day?", Jakob asked

"Surprisingly, chill", Skeet responded causing you and Jack to look at him with offense

"Wait, the two tornados haven't done a dissaster?", Naiia said in shock

"Today they are chill, so I got to talk with my agent about going to the MEGACON with a little Scream reunion", Skeet revealed causing big smiles on everyone

"That's awesome", Jack exclaimed

"Who's going?", you asked

"Neve, Matthew and Jamie", Skeet answered

"The OG's", Jakob joked, "So, I have a question about that, is Stu really dead?"

"Jack", you said turning to look at your boyfriend, "Ethan also had a TV falling into his head, what do you think about Stu's fate?"

"If Ethan is dead after that, also Stu", Jack shrugged

"Yeah, but Ethan was stabbed like a million times, Stu not so much", Naiia replied, "He could be alive, with scars and in a mental facility"

"Just like in the Tik Tok theories", you exclaimed

"What if we call uncle Matthew and ask him?", Skeet interrupted taking out his phone

Putting the phone on speaker, it was only a few seconds of the ringtone when he answered

"What's up Skeet?", Matthew greeted from the other side

"Hey man", Skeet greeted, "My kids want to ask you something"

"Hi, uncle Matthew", you speak due to being the "baby" of the family, "We were having a debate about the first Scream, is Stu alive?"

Instead of an answer, the only thing that was heard after the question was the sound of the call ending

"He hang up on us", Naiia pointed

"So rude", Jakob commented, "Anyways, Jack, how's everything?"

"Crazy", Jack admited with honesty, "That's the word to describe everything that is happening"

"Including the Ethan defenders?", you joked feeling how Butters jumped into your lap, "He was at econ, I know, trust me"

"That is actually fun", Jack laughed

"Believe me kid, you are going to have a lot of that", Skeet joked

"Yeah, it's not cool to see thirst traps of Billy Loomis in my for you page", Naiia murmured

"Oh my god, I thought I was the only one", you sighed

"What?", Skeet exclaimed in confusion

"It's for the scream tag", Jakob explained

"There a lot of videos dedicated to every character", Jack continued, "Including the theories, rankings and so much more"

"Welcome to Gen-Z, dad", Naiia joked

While the four of you laughed at that comment, Skeet only smiled at the sight of his four kids (including Jack) having fun

[hopefulromances]

Hi!! I love your writing so much!!

When I saw number 5 on your Drabbles list all I could think of was the team trying to figure out what’s going on with reader and Jamie and coming to the most wild conclusions like they did with Zava and Trent LMAO

AHH! This means so so much to me! Thank you!

I love this prompt so I hope you enjoy!

5. “Idiots. They are all idiots.”

Colin and Isaac peaked around the corner to stare down the hall as (Y/N) walked up the stairs. Surely she was going back and forth between offices, delievering messages and what not for Rebecca.

Since she'd come on the team as Rebecca's personal assistant, everything at Richmond had run smoother. (Y/N) was some kind of assistant extrodinare, memorizing Rebecca's needs in an instant and helping her to focus on the really important things.

She'd also fit right in with the Greyhounds. While her extreme A-Typer personality was intimidating at first but soon they warmed up to her and she softened for them.

But what was really getting the boys in a tizzle recently was her somewhat odd behavior around one certain Greyhound. Jamie Tartt always seemed to be missing right around the time that (Y/N) took her breaks, and during lunch, the both of them would disappear all together.

But the team was not one to back away from a mystery and made it their job to figure out exactly what was going on between the two of them. Right now, Colin and Isaac were on (Y/N) duty.

"What chu lookin' at?"

Jamie's voice from behind them caused Colin to jump, hitting his head on Isaac's chin. The two men cursed and grabbed their respective body parts.

"Fuck! Why'd you sneak up on us like that, bruv?" Isaac groaned, rubbing his chin.

"I didn't do nuthin'!" Jamie defended, walking over to sit in front of his locker. "It was you twos who were being weird."

Colin frowned as he rubbed his forehead, a red mark appearing right in the middle. "We weren't doing anything, were we Isaac?"

"Nope, nothin.'"

Jamie shrugged and whipped out his phone. Isaac looked down at Colin and nudged his head in Jamie's direction.

"So, Jamie!" Colin opened, standing up.

"Colin, I've told ya a million times, you don't need to keep askin me to use my lynx, just take it," Jamie dismissed, messing around with a filter on instagram.

"No, that's not- wait really?"

"Obviously."

Colin nodded, happy with this information. Isaac grunted, reminding Colin of the ask at hand. "Oh! I was wondering if you wanted to get lunch today. Roy told us about this new Kebab place down the road."

"If it's got anything to do with that old fart, I'm not interested," Jamie responded, standing up to grab his fanny pack.

"Oh, so you have plans then?" Isaac interjected, his gaze burning into an oblivious Jamie.

"Uh, yah? Eat lunch?" Jamie rolled his eyes. "Get away from you, twats for five minutes."

"Where are you goin then?" Colin boxed Jamie in. Isaac on one side of Jamie, Colin on the other. Jamie frowned at him, before nudging him out of the way.

"None of your fucking business, is it boyo?"

With that, Jamie was off down the hallway, walking past the same stairs the (Y/N) had climbed just a few minutes prior. Isaac and Colin looked at each other for a second before racing off down the hallway. They reached the boot room where seemingly the rest of the team was waiting.

When they entered the room, they were bombarded with questions flying at them.

"What did you learn?"

"Are they getting lunch together?"

"What lynx does Jamie have now?"

Isaac let out a bark to silence the crowd.

"Jamie didn't take the Kebab bait!" Isaac grunted, crossing his arms. "But he also wouldn't tell us where he was going."

"AH! So (Y/N)/Jamie lives," Dani exclaimed, looking around in exctiement.

He was met with shouts of disapproval and outrage.

"There is NO way that (Y/N) and Jamie are together," Bumbercatch argued. "(Y/N) is just too serious for him."

"Exactly, that's why it's clear they are starting a side hustle!" Jan Maas stated, raising his hand. "We should look to support them in their endeavors."

Again, there was cries of outrage as the boys all shouted their theories of what was going on with the two.

"Jamie is looking for a surrogate!"

"(Y/N) is his long lost sister!"

"She was actually hired to be Jamie's nanny to make sure he doesn't get into anymore trouble."

The theories went on, each more outrageous than the last. Unbeknownst to them, unoticed in the corner was Will. He'd been in there the whole time. He pulled out his phone and sent a message.

...

(Y/N)'s phone lit up in the cupholder between her and Jamie. Jamie was driving down the road, his sunglasses blocking his eyes. He had a hand on the wheel and the other was rubbing up and down her thigh gently.

(Y/N) reached over and grabbed her phone, letting out a giggle as she read his message.

"'the boys are properly distracted, have a good lunch' smiley face'" She read out, leaning over to show Jamie the photo of the boys arguing.

Jamie chuckled, glancing down at the phone. "Idiots, they're all idiots."

(Y/N) planted a kiss on Jamie's cheek before leaning back in her seat. "Yeah, but so are you."

Jamie smiled, content at the though of being (Y/N)'s idiot.

Hope you enjoyed!

[lesharl-eclair]

ferwis fic recs

rarepair for the ages.

this is a list of *the* literature to read if you are even vaguely intrigued by their differently flavoured toxicity :)

all fics below the cut; if you enjoyed these fics, please show the authors comment and kudo love; should you be the author of a fic that's here, and don't want to be here, please reach out to me and your wish is my command :)

Amen by sirius (M, 9.1k)

Spygate. Reimagined. With sex.

& (Amen) by sirius (M, 6.6k)

Retirement. Reimagined. With sex.

OK so this is basically what i think about every waking hour. every single minute. Amen was written 2 0 1 5 and it's so damn incredible i have only found a few other pieces that match it in terms of voicing and structure and literary genius. the toxicity is left to ferment and it is gorgeous. literally ahead of its time. look:

"Old Testament, he thinks. Fernando is an Old Testament God, piled high with fury and jealousy and fire and brimstone and needing someone to beg mercy just so that he can refuse them. 

A god so good that there's nobody else you'd need to worship."

THIS IN 2015. so so so incredible.

the sequel (?) is even richer, more nuanced, more developed. lewis and loyalty and fernando and lots and lots of questioning. the author has the voices down to a tee in both pieces and the dialogue especially is mindblowing. i come back to this so often because it's their story, and it's told so richly and lavishly.

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In Search of the Traveling Nude by Anonymous (M, 4.5k)

Fernando didn't like sharing. He was not going to let a nude of Lewis get out of his grasp when he'd spent millions on the first three. If that means threatening someone and traveling for most of his winter break in search of it, so be it. Unfortunately for him, Lewis's final nude has to go through many people before he can finally get it.

kinkmeme prompt fill. possessive fernando alonso is a story for the ages. look:

"Fernando was a selfish man. He didn’t like others having what was his.

And Lewis, inexplicably – even if Lewis didn’t know himself – was his."

it's not a stretch to imagine this premise, every single detail is so well-imagined and the people nando meets (?!), all the nuances in dynamics etc are handled with so much love and care. valtteri and seb is just perfection. lewis is also the most oblivious person to walk planet earth and i am living for it.

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The Thirst Trap Curse by @seafoampearlygirl (no warnings, 1.9k)

Fernando realises the power of thirst traps in vanquishing his enemies, but the magic doesn't work quite the way he planned.

this fic is so so dear to me because it hooked me on nando fics. this verges on crackfic (actually it is, what am i talking about) and it is delightful. a tasty, unhinged little morsel. the title does the talking here i think!! but i just want to say that every single scene is so unexpectedly rich. there's so much packed into so little, so you get pleasant little surprises at every turn. also look at this dialogue. lOOK.

"Lewis was silent for a moment. Then he said 'How many thirst traps are we talking?'

'Thirty-five.'

'THIRTY-FIVE??' Lewis turned to Fernando, outraged. Fernando was impassive. "Man, I only have two nipples. They're not that exciting."

'They could be. I have some ideas.'"

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it's more than i can bear: this interminable want, turning and turning. by Anonymous (m, 2k)

George laughs. It's an ugly sound. When Fernando looks over, his eyes are dry. “Were,” he says. “You were the exception.”

kinkmeme prompt fill. we close off this list with a fic that gives me chills every single time i read it. it's not even ferwis. just ferwis as a concept, and yet. i literally don't know how to coherently respond to this still. the last line still makes me fall apart every time i read it.

fernando and george, and the concept of lewis. and mind games. so much within 2k words that it's devastating to read.

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enjoy ;)

[somevirtualnolife]

A Tale of A Tower Chapter 1

Game: Dragon Age Veilguard Also on Ao3

Rating: G (Non-Romance) Themes: Family, Regrets, Adventure Characters: Qunari Rook, Original Characters, Solas mentions Summary: Before Rook was leader of the Veilguard or even a Lords of Fortune, she was just Tsura Laidir. A backstory for my Rook that goes through different moments of her life that somehow leads her down the path of becoming Varric's second in command. Author’s Notes: I remember one complaint I used to see early on about Rook is that they didn't see why they were important or how they served the larger Dragon Age universe. To that, I say, you just need a little imagination and some mary-sue tendencies. I love Veilguard, and I love Rook, so it's been fun thinking about how they fit into the larger narrative. This is really more of a self-indulgent fic for me. If other folks enjoy it, then that makes me happy too! But really, I just wanted to explore my Rook's character and some of the people in her life before she became a Lords of Fortune.

Additionally, Aetius, her father, has been a person that I've been workshopping for awhile. I always thought it was an interesting aspect that half-elf kids don't look "elfy" at all, so anyone in the game could just have a 'surprise, elf parent'. I hope you all enjoy him as well.

Chapter 1

“Good fellows and ladies! It seems that we have finally come to an agreement,”

A dark and wavy-haired elven man with olive skin and golden eyes clapped his hands together. He had a pleased expression on his face as he looked at the two groups on either side of him; Qunari to his left, and Dalish elves to his right.

Aetius Laidir had never assumed that his working knowledge of Qunlat would be useful outside of Seheron, but with more Qunari breaking off from the Qun and trying to find their way in the north, this could finally change things. Many of them were former antaam turned Tal-Vashoth. While skilled as fighters, many lacked the skills and amenities to survive. Food, shelter, and the like. And while many Dalish clans were often cut off from the rest of Thedas, others were more open to trading with other cultures. And considering there wasn’t any bad blood between them and Qunari, why not trade with them?

“So, for this final trade seven gold and—”

“Daddy, that’s not what he said,” a small voice chirped. A young Qunari girl with blue skin and black, curly hair looked up from a dwarven puzzle she had been playing with. “It’s five gold, not seven.”

An older Dalish woman and large male Qunari looked down at the young girl and then back at Aetius. He suddenly felt as though a million daggers were being held up against his face.

He quickly cleared his throat.

“Ha—of course five. Why thank you, Tsura. Sometimes I get my numbers in Qunlat mixed up.” He laughed and held up five fingers to confirm that was indeed the price.

“Seems a bit dangerous considering that you work as a translator for merchants and tradespeople,” the Dalish woman said in Common, crossing her arms.

“Well, that’s why I have my boss here keeping me in check.” He ruffled the curly dark hair on the top of the young girl’s head. A giggle escaped her as she beamed proudly.

There was some muttering of agreement between both groups. Aetius exhaled before having them both shake hands and exchange their gold and goods with each other. The leader of the Qunari group exchanged a few more pleasantries with Aetius before they departed, presumably back to their camp.

“Tsu, next time maybe don’t correct me on the numbers,” Aetius said gently.

“But, you got them wrong,” Tsura responded matter-of-factly.

He rubbed the back of his neck, trying to hold back another sigh. “I know, it’s just that—”

“Aetius.” an elven man of roughly his age called out as he approached the two. His dark brown hair was tied back in a bun, revealing a vallaslin that, if Aetius recalled, was dedicated to the goddess Ghilan'nain. Nonetheless, he recognized him almost immediately.

“Leonardo! Or wait, it’s Lioren now, eh? Good name, good name.” Aetius gripped the shoulder of the Dalish man in a friendly manner. “Tsura, this is our cousin! We grew up together back in Vyrantium.”

“Hello!” she chirped, her smile beaming.

“It is very nice to meet you, Tsura.” Lioren offered a gentle smile in return. “My wife was wondering if you were interested in trying a few Dalish snacks before you head back to town.”

“What kind of snacks?”

“Some halla cheese, fruit preserves with bread…”

The young girl’s eyes widened. She looked at her father pleadingly. Aetius ruffled her hair one more time. “Go on now, Tsu. I’ve still got some things to wrap up first. Pick out the good stuff that we can take back. And be polite, alright?”

She stuck out her tongue before running towards a small group of Dalish women, one of them waving towards her while the others looked on in a slightly more meek manner. Aetius stiffened slightly, but then felt a slight nudge to his side.

“Don’t worry, I spoke to them beforehand. They are merely curious is all.”

“I’m sure they are,”    

Lioren then placed a small pouch that jingled into Aetius’ left palm. “The keeper said he’ll hire you directly next time if you plan on staying in this area. You know, as long as you keep it honest. I did recommend you after all.”

“Oh, relax dear cousin. I meant no harm. As you can see, Tsura keeps me on my toes, whether I want it or not.”

Though they really could have used the extra couple of gold for finding a decent inn tonight. Liberati or not, as long as he had his ears, and his daughter had those horns, he knew that they were going to get overcharged. Of course, he would never want to go back to slavery, but sometimes it felt as though he left one set of troubles for another.

He opened up the pouch and quickly counted the coins.

“We should be coming back here in a month or so. I was told there might be some opportunity in the Free Marches considering, well, you know.” Aetius slipped the coins into his own purse before giving Lioren back the now empty pouch.

“You are not telling me that you are planning to work with a group who nearly annexed Kirkwall?”

“Oh, I’m sure the remaining ones are probably deserters by this point. Which means they will most certainly need interpreters. And I assure you that some of the Vashoth your people just did business with  strung up a few Tevinter bastards in Seheron back in the day,” Aetius might have not been a follower if the Qun, but he didn’t particularly hold any love for humans.

“That’s not what I mean. I just—you are travelling with a child, Aetius. She needs more stability; a community that isn’t just filled with mercenaries.”

“Ah, so is this your way of saying your clan is open to half-elves now?”

Lioren pursed his lips, his hazel eyes looking away. “Aetius—”

“I jest, I jest. Maker, could you imagine me as Dalish? It’s all good and well for you as you were always interested in ancient elves and whatnot. This is temporary. We just had a few… setbacks is all. And I assure you that it’s currently safer doing this than staying in Seheron.”

“Be that as it may, you just sometimes have a habit of getting into—”  

“Daddy, look!” Tsura came dashing back to the two men, a small basket of treats in her arms and a bit of berry preserve on the right corner of her lips.

“Well, well, that’s quite the cache you received. I hope you said thank you.” Aetius placed his hands on his hips, nodding in approval. He might not have gotten paid as much as he would’ve wanted, but at least they wouldn’t go hungry.

Lioren nodded to them both as he placed his hands behind his back.

“I should let you both go, lest the Dread Wolf take you before the sun sets. We must also make our way back to our camp.”

“We’ll be in touch, Lioren.” Aetius held onto Tsura’s hand and smiled down at her. “Going to say goodbye to Uncle Lioren? She can call you that, right?”

“She may. She is family after all.”

“Goodbye, Uncle Lioren!”

“Dareth shiral. Until we meet again.”

With that, Aetius made his way down the dirt path. It wouldn’t be too long before they got back to town. As he walked, he mentally calculated what they had made today with what they already had. They might be able to swing a single bed for tonight. Not ideal, but better than the alternatives. 

“Daddy, what’s a Dread Wolf?” Tsura eventually spoke up, looking up at him.

“Hm?”

“Uncle Lioren said we should go home before the Dread Wolf takes us.”

“Oh that,” Aetius responded. “Just some old Dalish tale. He was just saying that to make sure we get back to town safely. Stay on the path and all.”

“But what is a Dread Wolf? Like… what happens if we see one? Does it look like a regular wolf?”

He scrunched up his face a bit, thinking. Lioren may have been the one who was more interested in Dalish culture, but it wasn’t as though Aetius was completely ignorant. Like most skills in his life, he picked up what he needed. 

“Let’s see… Fen’harel—that’s what they call the Dread Wolf in elvhen—he was a trickster god I believe. Messing with his fellow gods, getting up to shenanigans and whatnot.”

“Kind of like you,”

“And you, little miss. Don’t think I don’t notice when you’re up to something.” He smirked with a little hop in his step. “Regardless, he also walked among mortals from time to time as well. He leads them off the path, spiriting them away to places unknown.”

Tsura gasped, fully invested now. “How does he do that?”

“Well,” Aetius now realizing that this was an incredibly opportune moment as a parent. “He’s the one that gives you cavities if you eat too many sweets at once. Oh, and if you stay up past your bedtime, he’s going to steal your socks. That’s why yours always go missing,”

She giggled. “You’re so silly, Dad.”

“Alright, alright, you got me. I’m not entirely sure what tricks he has up his sleep other than a clever tongue. I’ll ask next time we are with the Dalish.”

The sky started to darken, but thankfully, the lights of the inn were visible. While the words of his cousin did nag at him slightly, Aetius knew that things could be far worse. This was a new beginning. New beginnings were always rocky, but he was going to do things right this time.

He had to.

[calamity-aims]

20 questions!

thanks for the tags @gaeasun @saltsanford @purgetrooperfox <3 love you guys

How many works do you have on AO3?

75

What’s your total AO3 word count?

238,592 (ooh I'mma celebrate when I hit a quarter million)

What fandoms do you write for?

mostly Star Wars! I wrote fic for some other fandoms early on but we don't talk about those

What are your top five fics by kudos?

your heartbeat's a countdown - crack fic in which the Jedi know the clones are a trap and try to avoid them at all costs

Necessary - a whumpy Voltron Klance fic I wrote after the first season (before the show went to hell)

their days are darker - in which Wolffe doesn't know how to drop anything and Fox is having the worst two days of his life

the broken-hearted rang their steeple bells - tropey Witcher kinkmeme fill that for some baffling reason has tons of kudos

exploitation, hesitation - short oneshot in which Fox assumes General Kenobi is just like his natborn superior officers and reacts accordingly

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I used to reply to every single one (unless it was just emojis) but then I fell off and now I feel bad :( I read them all though! and they are so treasured! one day I will make it through the backlog

What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

ooh see despite writing a lot of angst, I almost always write happy endings, so maybe I'll take no gold, I'll take no silver (please read the tags on that one). maybe spit some blood at the camera is pretty sad too, actually

What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

all of them!! yayyyy! even if it's not spelled out, I usually resolve things because that's the world I want to live in! every fic is a fix-it fic

Do you get hate on fics?

not really, mostly just people asking when I'm going to finish, although I have seen people complaining that my version of Fox/Corries is banal and overdone which like yeah. I agree. but my brain won't let me move on.

Do you write smut? If so what kind?

hell yeah I do! I don't know what "what kind" means - I write characters fucking, never x reader and rarely OCs; and it's usually somewhat kinky because I just can't not

Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

I've written a few fusions/AUs - elysium is as far as to is a Gladiator AU, everyone wants a double feature is a Pacific Rim AU, and more human than human is a Bladerunner AU. but I've never done a straight-up crossover, although there are a few bouncing around in my brain (namely, the GAR joins the Decepticons and another where Boromir meets Rex and falls in love)

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

yeah I've had real problems with people plagiarizing fics, from lifting whole sections of dialogue to copying really specific scenes

Have you ever had a fic translated?

nope, but one got a podfic

Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

yeah I cowrote hold me like a grudge and sometimes a parrot talks (unfinished) with the fabulous @postapocalyptic-cryptic!

What’s your all-time favourite ship?

oh man. I love Quinlan/Fox to death. but I will admit that I was Stucky trash from the very beginning.

What’s a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

ooh there's a lot. Mace/Fox fic, sometimes a parrot talks, deaged Corries, chroma...

What are your writing strengths?

hm. I don't know. I think I'm good at characterization and dialogue?

What are your writing weaknesses?

fukcin plot beyond "there is hurt and then there is comfort". and also explaining more about people's emotions, like, I know what they're feeling but I need to tell other people

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I just use google translate, I'm sorry

First fandom you wrote for?

oh boy oh fuck. The first fandom I ever wrote for was Phantom of the Opera when I was in eighth grade. go ahead and laugh

Favourite fic you’ve ever written?

uhhh. aaa? um. probably unexplain the unforgivable, but I also really liked how a once and future sun turned out

no pressure tags for @postapocalyptic-cryptic @meerlichtz @milfmisspiggy @catboydogma @jaigeye

[witchboyjimin]

20 questions for fic writers

stole this from my best friend. if you'd also like to do it, please go for it and tag me in it huhu

1. How many works do you have on Ao3?

60! which is. a lot of works but i've been posting since 2015

2. What's your total Ao3 word count?

623,307. i hope to hit 1 million words by the end of 2025 >:)

3. What fandoms do you write for?

everything is kookmin these days but once upon a time i wrote other bts pairings and before that i wrote for ikon and got7 (and before that aka before ao3: exo, bap, block b, beast, harry potter, naruto, kingdom hearts....god idk there are a lot of fandoms lol)

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

i like how desperate you seem (in the way you look at me) if i get in, i just might drown i glow pink in the night shine a light through the dark the moon keeps calling out to me, but i only ever hear your name

5. Do you respond to comments?

no, but i did promise myself to respond to comments again in 2024. starting with the ones left on my latest fic.

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

uuhhh...probably i might not make it. simply because it's an mcd fic and spoilers! jk is dead throughout the fic and the fics ends like that...

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

lol i think pretty much all of my fics end with a happy ending aka the pairing ends up together, happily in love. 

8. Do you get hate on fics?

100%. lot of fandom drama involved with writing exclusively btm!jm. i've gotten anon msgs telling me to "kms", people hoping i get raped, murdered, my body never found etc etc. you name it, i've seen it. all because they hate that i write btm!jm.

i do think fandom has gotten less insane over this very recently but i am also just way less available and have a much smaller social media presence so lack of access to me has probably reduced the hate, too. plus i'm not actively part of fandom these days so people care about me less, which is great!

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

it's my favourite thing to write! i do need to get back into it though...also was not aware there are types of smut? i guess the rly nasty kind rjfkndk i like pretty much most kinks/fetishes and think it's fun to explore them.

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

i have written three crossover fics! >:) two were bobby (ikon)/jimin and one was jaebum (got7)/jimin.

craziest one was probably oh boy, don't be shy since it's basically bobby finds jimin's dildo and then dp's jimin :D

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

multiple times.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

yes, i used to allow translations but it got to a point where people would ask to translate and then never come back to link their translations. plus, i've had people link me to fics that were translated without my permission. 

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

yes! two of them :)

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

kookmin kookmin kookmin kookmin kookmin kookmin kookmin kookmin kookmin kookmin kookmin kookmin kookmin kookmin kookmin kookmin kookmin kookmin kookmin kookmin kookmin

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

god, i have so many wips i want to write that it's always like...whatever sticks. my current wip tracker has 30 fic ideas on it. i rly want to write this mafia au but i have 2 supernatural aus i also want to write very badly...

there is also a collab fic i rly want to write with my friend bee, which i hope to finish, but idk if we will. i just rly love writing hurt/comfort jgfkd

16. What are your writing strengths?

i'm very good at writing emotion. it's important to me that the reader feels and understands what my characters are feeling and feels that connection to the fic. i'm also good at writing porn for this reason. i'm also very good at worldbuilding and i will put in the research and care to ensure my worldbuilding makes sense and is as accurate as possible and failing that, as believable as possible. moreover, i am just a dedicated researcher. because i write for a korean boyband, it's important to me that i do the research into korean history, customs, current social etiquette etc. it's actually a huge pet peeve of mine to see people just make stuff up or have the fic be entirely westernised/americanised but the boys are all in korea.

i think i'm also good at consistent characterization and at pacing/flow in my work. these are both rly important to me and i've worked on them a lot over the years. i think this also lends to me being pretty good at plotting a fic out so that it's not long and drawn out or that i'm not taking the time to explore certain aspects i've introduced. balance is important!

i think i'm also pretty versatile. i can write different genres pretty easily (eg. i love writing action sequences and am good at making sure the pacing is rly fast and then slowing down when something romantic or suspenseful happens) and am good at like setting a certain vibe/tone for a fic.

finally, i am dedicated to improving. i don't think fanfic writers necessarily owe this to readers (fic writing being a hobby) but writing is really important to me and so it's important to me that i improve and challenge myself.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

i need to read more! i need to expand my vocabulary and learn how to better write metaphors. my imagery could use work, my dialogue definitely needs work. i want to write my characters with a more unique voice versus everyone kind of sounding the same. i want to make sure each character has their own "quirks" the way real people do.

i need to learn to write better description, too, as i think setting can do a lot for setting the mood/tone for a fic. a lot of my short-comings just come down to me reading too little so i need to read more and i need to dissect my favourite fics and books and pinpoint what i found compelling about them.

i also need to challenge myself to write more plot-heavy fics and to be unafraid to write characters who are unlikable or appear irredeemable. i want to write fic that has one main plot but a million little subplots and i want all of these things to come together coherently. i want my work to explore themes that are important to me!

i don't care so much about grammar but probably, i need to get better at that too haha

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

since i write fic for bangtan who are korean, i don't think it's ever necessary to write dialogue in another language. it comes across as cringey (derogatory) and borders on racist imo

19. First fandom you wrote for?

uh, beyblade? lolololol

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

i think it's my favourite rn because i just finished writing it lol but sorry about the blood in your mouth (i wish it were mine)

i am also very fond of i thought he remembered me; he took me back so tenderly because i love writing space aus! sci-fi is one of my fav genres!

[eatember]

being afab and like... being taught to express myself through fashion my whole life is such a mindfuck now that I have to dress for weather/comfort for disability reasons.

Like. This is peaceful. There's a level of anxiety I don't feel anymore. But for example, I'll have a day where I get to be around antiques- which is my life blood- and I'll be riding the wave of how good it feels to be in my element and all of a sudden I'll have an urge to wear some kind of dark academia outfit or vintage. But! I know I don't want that!! It's uncomfortable! It sparks no joy!! It feels bad!

I think I'm just programmed to want to express myself via fashion specifically because I didn't have another outlet?

It's such a mind shift, because I used to see the creative process of making an outfit as making myself fit an image. Or a standard. It was always that my hair needed more volume because it needed to balance out the broadness of my shoulders in this top. My shoes need to be chunkier to draw the eye down, these dainty shoes don't look right.

At the time it felt like a challenge and I loved being good at it, but now I hate it I hate it I hate it! By god it's like an endless string of something being wrong in a game I will never actually win!

Like I don't HAVE hair to put more volume in. And in order to choose "the right" shoes for an outfit, you have to already have five million pairs, or the money to go buy more. Which isn't practical or even possible half the time when you need orthopedics. I just feel like fashion is a game of exclusion. And back in the day, I would have argued it was inclusive until my last dying breath lol. But I also had never had to face a moment of "this top makes my shoulders look too broad" without the immediate answer of "quick, to the curling iron!" instead of like... having no other option than to sit with the feeling of "this top makes my shoulders look too broad". Like that wasn't an actual thought, that was an emotional feeling, bruv. That was 0.5 seconds of subconscious horror that I could knee-jerk respond to so fast I barely had to feel it.

I think every outfit I ever made was just tiny fleeting moments of experiencing the horror and mortification of "looking like (insert person/trait it would be terrifying to be like here)" and then instantly quenching it with "ah yes now I fit the standard, I'm so good at this" as if that's not the most toxic shit

Like all the times I've cried as a young teenager because my hair wouldn't curl right or whatever. It wasn't the curls. It wasn't the curls. It was thisssssss.

There might be a more healthy way to engage with fashion but I'll be damned if we weren't taught as little girls that if you don't fit the mold, people will have breakdowns over the fear of looking like you. And no matter how pretty and fashionable you are, the moment you fall from grace you will be thrown to the wolves.

[calunavulgaris]

It’s been a year and five days since my mom passed away.

A lot can happen in a year. A lot has. I hope she would be proud of what I’ve done and where I am now.

I miss her in a way that can’t be quantified. I knew I would, of course, but I miss her in millions of ways I never could have imagined.

This was the eulogy I read at her service:

I called my mom every morning. I think it helped us both feel close despite our physical distance, and we enjoyed each other’s company. Even if we didn’t have much to say, it brought me comfort just hearing her voice.

Anyone here who ever had a conversation with my mom knows that she loved talking with others. On the phone, she would usually say she would let me go two to three times, creating diversions to buy just a few minutes more before getting to her actual wrap up, which was always “Aaaat any rate…”; the signal that she was actually going to hang up.

Mom had recently discovered she could virtually attend services here, at her old home church, and it made her so happy. She had struggled with a crisis of faith and had left the church for many years, and this return, though not physical, brought her a lot of comfort and happiness.

During our calls, she would talk about that week’s service, how much she enjoyed the music and all the good that was being done here.

It was here that her grandparents attended in their youth, and she would tell anyone who would listen that her grandfather and his brother not only sang in the choir but that they were so good they went on to sing at St James Cathedral. She was married here. And it was this church that welcomed her with open arms when her life took a turn she didn’t anticipate. She saw her children baptized under this roof, witnessed our first communions and confirmations, and did her best to provide for our spiritual nurturing within these walls. This was her spiritual home.

She had also, not long ago, expressed to me that she would like to visit again in person someday, if possible. I told her I would love to help make that happen.

I couldn’t have imagined that these would be the circumstances of her return, but we’ve made it happen all the same.

Welcome home, Mom.

She lived a humble life, but I never heard her complain over what she lacked. She gave what she could of herself, her love, time, patience, understanding and advocacy whenever and however she was able. She freely offered the service of her considerable talents in knitting and crafting. It gave her no greater joy than to provide warmth and comfort to others, to let them know in some way that they were thought of and cared for.

When she made her first return to St. John’s in 1983, she confessed to a fellow parishioner that she was angry at God. At the age of 25 she was left a single mom of three children under the age of five. She was still growing up, herself, and single parents were not common in those days.

I think we can all relate to that feeling of anger, in our own way, if not now then at some point in our lives.

The friend responded, “It’s okay to be mad at God. He can take it, He has big shoulders. He can carry the weight of our anger. He still loves you.”

She found support, understanding and forgiveness within this church community. When she was in need, she never had to reach far for a helping hand. It’s no wonder this old building held, and I’m sure still holds, a big part of her heart.

She told me once, “My life didn’t turn out as planned, but I got three great kids out of the deal. Three kids I might not have had if I’d made different decisions, so I don’t have room for regret.”

James and Sarah, I want you to know that Mom loved you and was so proud of you. Never doubt that. Dubs and Ash, you were your Grammy’s pride and joy and I have no doubt she will be watching over you, delighting in your lives. Celeigh, while Mom never had the pleasure of meeting you, I know she would have adored you for making her little boy so happy. Matt, my mom did what she always did when she saw a kid in need of mothering: she took you under her wing and made you family.

She loved us all and we are better for having had her love.

Aaaaat any rate…

Let us never forget her. Let her memory be a blessing unto us all.

[littlemissmanga]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💙

Thank you my dear! And thank you to @blueink-bluesoul for also sending this ask (I'm just tagging you here so it can all be in one post).

Here we go, anything with an asterisk has 18+ content:

One Last Order* - This was my first fic after years of not writing, so it's my baby. That it features my favorite Captain is another bonus. Initially, I only had Pt 2 in my head, but I wrote out Pt 1 to justify it and give it context and I have to say I like the quality of my writing in Pt 1 more - I think I was able to get deeper into Rex's mentality and emotional state. But Pt 2 was my first attempt at spice, so it also has a special place to me. That and it highlights an older, more mature reader which isn't something that is expressly shown in fiction often.

Don't Forget That, Okay? - This was my first clone bingo square and my first real step into this community. I'm not really a Crosshair girlie, but I was watching Boy Meets World and I realized Shawn Hunter deals with vulnerability and rejection the same way Cross does. So my next thought was "how would Crosshair react to being welcomed into a happy family?" I wanted to touch on the softer side of Cross, and I always get a sense of comfort reading this one. I'm proud I was able to keep the prose simple but introspective, very like Cross.

A Mechanic in the Sun - My first Tech fic, where I learned I LOVE writing our favorite genius. His voice is easy for me to find, and that lends itself to getting me into his mindset easier. I had so much fun with this fluff and think that really comes through in the writing.

Tech & Non-Verbal Reader - This is entirely written to help myself. I was overwhelmed and stressed from a situation at work and my husband wasn't home to help me decompress after so I spiraled. When I get like that, it's like full survival mode and I find speaking incredibly difficult. My brain goes at a million miles an hour but I can't communicate, which frustrates me even more. IDK why I picked Tech as the right person to handle that situation, but immediately the thought of him - who often info dumps - understanding my communication struggles and being patient while I calmed myself down really did help settle me IRL, so I wrote it down. Immediately when I published, someone replied saying that they needed to read that and that it helped them get through something similar. For that reason, this lazy writing exercise will always have a place in my heart - it genuinely helped someone, and for that I will always be grateful.

Are You Wearing My Shirt (Wrecker)* - While I liked my first Wrecker x Reader fic a lot for the theme of healthy communication, I feel like this little drabble is where I really connected with the character as a writer for the first time, where I really got into his head and got him on the paper. As someone who LOVES this character, that made a big difference in how I respond to my own work. Also, I like how I handled the spice here :)

[which-hospital]

Not to complain about the exact thing I swore I wouldn’t keep complaining about last week but I really wish I had it in me to write fanfic because it’s not hard to find a better storyline for Teddy and Jan in all of this.

Like, the writers haven’t really unpacked either of their feelings about what happened with Gethin properly and they definitely really needed to do that. I don’t expect they will at this point and that’s annoying because they had Teddy do something pretty shocking for his character and I feel like, if they ever want to return Teddy to anything near who he was pre-Switzerland, they need to figure out exactly what was going on in his head about that (and there are totally in-character explanations for the horrible stuff he said in that scene, things canon has brushed past but not actually looked at much at all).

There’s just so many ways to make a storyline in this. They’re both grieving a man that they aren’t really expected to grieve. It’s clear people don’t understand Teddy’s grief for his aunt’s ex-husband, but I don’t imagine many people would understand Jan’s grief for an ex-husband who was (according to the Ross storylines) terrible to her when they were actually married either. That’s already isolating.

You can tie that into Teddy putting the final nails into the coffins of his already doomed relationships with Sah and Paige after Gethin’s death. It seems like he’s got Jan’s tendency to try and turn to just their family, shutting out other people who love him, when faced with something like this. They don’t expect their other loved ones to understand (and they often don’t) so they shut them out. Jan also did it to Ffion in the Ross stuff. Gaynor shut everyone, Jan included, out from Teddy during his series 36 storyline. Teddy kinda did it to Sah in the aftermath of the Jan stuff in Thin Green Line. This is a pattern they’re trying to fall back into, they always pick their family above all else. Jan’s not got Ffion anymore. Teddy’s not got Sah and Paige anymore.

But they also don’t have the family they’re trying to turn to, each other, anymore. They’re completely isolated (yeah, I am ignoring the Jodie stuff, this is a universe where that hasn’t happened) from the person who’s most likely to understand what they’re feeling and that’s a hard situation to be grieving in.

It just feels like the end of Switzerland pointed to a glaringly obvious storyline about grief that could also deal with some of the Jenning Family Issues™ and the writers drove right past it and crashed into about five million love triangles.

Also, there’s a lot of unfried fish in the room. The biggest one being Ross. Last time we saw him, Jan told him she wouldn’t visit him in prison and that she didn’t think it was good for either of them if she was involved in his life. However, in Switzerland she tells Gethin that she will tell Ross the truth about his dad’s death. Has she gone and done that? I just don’t imagine that I would respond brilliantly if the first time I saw my mum in almost three years it was because she needed to tell me that 1.) my dad is back, 2.) my dad is dying, 3.) my dad is a better person now than he ever was when I was little, 4.) my dad is great with my cousin, 5.) my dad is dead. Just something I’d at least like an update on from Casualty.