#I probably could have picked a better snippet for the second fic but I don't want to give away my secrets and I like the cabin 7 banter lol

[psychicthepsychic-daily]

hood is the ceo of “other people have it worse” /HJ

[curseofdelos]

2 & 6 for ask game !

2. Hazel & Nico in Tartarus AU

This is exactly what it says on the tin lol. Hazel and Nico fall into Tartarus instead of Percy and Annabeth at the end of MOA. Not much I can say here without giving away my secrets, but I have a lot of fun ideas for this one I'm excited to send off into the world <3 Also it's just really fun writing a Hazel POV fic <3

A snippet:

Hazel climbed to her feet, and looked around. The glass beach stretched inland around fifty yards, and then dropped off the edge of a cliff. She didn’t think she would be gone from the Argo II this long so she didn’t have any supplies, and they both lost their swords in the fall. Hazel concentrated on stygian iron and imperial gold, and managed to find Nico’s sword a short walk down the beach, but her precious cavalry sword was lost on the bottom of the Cocytus.  She had no weapon, no food or water, no nectar or ambrosia or unicorn draught. She was utterly defenceless.  Fuck. Hazel walked back to where Nico was still sitting on the ground and offered him his sword, but Nico waved her away. “You keep it.” Hazel blinked in surprise. “What?” “I hate to admit it, but… the jar took a lot out of me. My powers are weakened, and my reflexes are way too slow. Out of the two of us, you’re better equipped to fight right now, so you should be the one with the sword.”  Hazel couldn’t believe it. Nico loved his sword. It was one of the only belongings she ever saw him carry. “Are you sure you want to go through Tartarus without a weapon?” Nico let out a short, bitter laugh. “Of course I don’t, but the only way we’re going to survive down here is if we strategize and make sacrifices. Right now, you’re the better fighter, so you get the sword. I want it back when we’re done, though.” “Of course.”  Hazel certainly wasn’t going to complain about having a weapon, and especially having this weapon. Nico had allowed her to hold his sword before, although she had never used it in a fight. It thrummed with a power unlike any other weapon she had ever wielded. There was something about the stygian iron that made her feel strong, powerful. No wonder Nico never let it out of his sight. She wouldn’t either if her cavalry sword felt like this. 

6. 10 years later

This is one of the first fics I started writing for this fandom back before I started publishing stuff last October, but basically I wanted to explore what happens to Greek demigods after they leave CHB because I refuse to believe that they all just. die young. It was going to be an exes-to-loves solangelo fic focusing on them meeting again ten years after they left camp, while also exploring the lingering trauma they have from their time at camp, their relationships to their powers, their identities as demigods, and who they are now/want to be in the future <3

Not going to go into too much detail because while I don't see myself finishing this particular fic, I do like the ideas and their dynamic still so I might recycle them for a different fic in the future, we'll see what happens lol

A snippet:

Will dropped the pillow from his face. “Yeah, another rejection.” He sighed, leaning back into the couch-part and stretching his legs out across the bed-part. “Apparently someone else got there first, and the landlord already accepted them, so it’s back to the drawing board I guess.” Austin smiled. “You’ll find somewhere. There’s plenty of real estate in New York.” “I know. I just feel bad for mooching off of y’all for so long.” Kayla emerged from the kitchen with two bowls of cereal and plopped down onto the couch-bed next to Will. “Yeah, it’s such a tragedy that we have to split our rent three ways instead of two,” she drawled, handing one of the bowls to him. “Please, Will. Leave soon so we can go back to paying more rent!” Will rolled his eyes as he accepted the bowl. “Do you have to eat that here? I don’t want your crumbs on my bed.” “You’re eating here!” “Yeah, but I don’t care if I get crumbs on my bed.” Kayla shoved his shoulder, but made no effort to get up, and instead made a show of settling in. “You’re not the boss of me anymore, Solace. My apartment, my rules.” She looked Will right in the eye and took a big, slow spoonful of her cereal.  “Also my apartment,” Austin added, watching them bicker in amusement as he ate as if they were some sort of dinner entertainment. “Seriously though. We don’t mind you staying here. It’s kind of like being back at camp again. It’s nice.”

[cha-melodius]

hii!! for the director's commentary asks, i'd love to hear bout the celebrities' bakeoff au 'All The Old Showstoppers', the cheese shop worker!Henry AU 'Will You Brie Mine?; and lastly, 'Please Don't Let Me Be So Understood'!! ⭐Feel free to talk about any sections you'd like!⭐

Ooh ok tidbits for each:

All the Old Showstoppers: I’d always wanted to write a Bake Off AU but a FULL Bake Off season was gonna really require a long multichap to do it justice. I realized that I could do a Celebrity Bake Off AU and that’d be only two days of actual Bake Off. Of course it still took me 20k but that was a lot more manageable when I was just coming off a 66k fic. I loved the idea of Alex and Henry coming together a little later, having had a few more years to mellow out. A lot of people assume Alex has already had his bi awakening in this fic based on how he flirts with Henry, but I’m honestly agnostic on that front; tbh I feel like he might have started having thoughts but never really completed that journey until Henry (kinda like movie Alex I guess, though this was written before!). Also keep an eye out for more ATOS trivia later lol, I have another ask for this one.

Will You Brie Mine?: written for a prompt for ‘Harrods food hall’ by @tintagel-or-cockleshells, I considered Henry at a few different counters (pastry, chocolate), but ultimately decided cheese because of Henry’s canonical cheese recs in Paris. I did a bunch of research like “most unusual cheeses” to find ones that’d be lots of fun and also romantic. I took a while picking out the right fancy Mexican cheese, but my faves are probably the tete de moine and the story behind the Neufchâtel, because I got to have Alex call it ‘occupier cheese’.

And oh goodness, Please Don’t Let Me Be So Understood: god I was terrified to post this fic because it was SO difficult to write all those therapy sessions and I wasn’t sure people were gonna want to read 20k of therapy?? And it performed beyond my wildest dreams tbh. I wrote the initial setup for this and then almost abandoned it when I started doing research about couple’s therapy because I was convinced I couldn’t pull it off. I didn’t want it to be a caricature of therapy, I wanted it to be real. But I posted a snippet of it and @celeritas2997 came into my dms to yell at me about it and also to offer her professional assistance, which made me feel a lot better. She’s the entire reason it got written, so everyone say “thank you, Cee!”

My favorite therapy session to write was the ‘sex talk’ one for obvious reasons lol, but also because it features Alex ‘coming out’ in therapy before he’s fully realized that he’s bisexual, and I just loved that moment so much. Another fun fact is that this is the second time I’ve written a Coney Island date into a fic (the other is a different fandom). I guess I just love a Coney Island date. 😂

(Fanfic Writers: Director’s Cut)

[iberriss]

get to know your fellow fanfic writers better ༊ ✧.*

Saw this filled out by @cosmereplay and decided to play along and revive it!

1. when did you post your first ever fanfic?

Sept 2024, I'm very new to this!

2. first character you wrote for:

My prologue and first few chapters are all Kaladin POV.

3. main character(s) you’re currently writing for:

Kaladin and Jasnah are the main two right now but Skar, Rlain, Dalinar, Navani and Adolin have all had POV either full chapters or snippets.

4. character(s) you haven’t written about before but plan on writing about soon:

The biggest one here is Kalak who's just been introduced into my current fic but is about to become one of the main characters.

5. fandom(s) you’re currently writing for:

Stormlight Archive!

6. platonic pairing(s) you currently write for:

Kaladin & Kalak are going to be the biggest platonic pairing in not just my first fic but also the next 2 in my series. Kalak is going to end up being the dad to Kaladin that Lirin never was :(

7. romantic pairing(s) you currently write for:

Right now the biggest pairing in my fic is Kaladin x Jasnah!

8. your top 3 tags on AO3 (if you post your works on AO3):

Since i only have one fic up right now I'll also use the hypothetical tags I plan on using on part 2 and 3 of my series as well. Also can't pick 3 so I picked 4! So probably;

#post row/row-spoilers #foundfamily #fuckmoash #hurt/confort

9. your current platform where you post your works

Using AO3! Iberiss

10. snippet of the wip you’re currently working on:

Here's a small snippet from chapter 34. Second Opinion from my wip Sons of Tanavast. Big spoilers for my fic so be warned!

’If I walk away now Jasnah will miss me, she said she loves me. She’ll be on her own struggling through a pregnancy and then raising our child. How can I just continue my life knowing that I abandoned my own child? Would I be able to walk past them in the corridors? Pretend they mean nothing to me? Be a deadbeat dad? I can’t do that. I can’t live like this.’  Leaving now would shatter his honour.  Ice blue eyes openly with resolve as he lifted his chin, her gaze showed signs of her emotions - confused, lost, distressed. Kaladin on the other hand felt a natural balance and calmness, it pulsed from every beat of his heart in his chest.   “Jasnah, I will be at your side every step of the way. I won’t let you go through this alone.” He smiled up at her reaching out to cup a cheek delicately in his callused hand, his thumb brushing to wipe away her spilt tears. “I’ll marry you. If you will have me.”  “Of course I will have you Kal.” Stifling her joy that almost bubbled into a half laugh she leaned forward kissing him on the lips, present company could storm off with Alethi customs or prudishness. The kiss was kept short and modest regardless as Kaladin pulled her into a hug after, his head resting on her shoulder with a sigh of contentment.  Dalinar had moved closer now, extending his hand to Lirin as he offered it for a handshake. The motion had snapped Kaladin’s father out of his stunned silence and instead of shaking the hand back he absentmindedly left poor Dalinar hanging. “Kaladin? Y-you're the father?” As if there wasn’t enough proof of it already from reading the room. His son nodded quietly as best he could without releasing Jasnah. 

Since I'm new to the scene I don't know that many writers and even fewer that haven't probably already done this done! I'm deffo going to tag @stormscience since like me I know they are also new! Aside from that feel free to pretend I've tagged you because I'd love to get to know other writers from this fandom <3

[scienceoftheidiot]

I hope it's okay to be a little greedy and pick more than one but I'm excited

🎢🧐🤡✅️🤲

Aaaaaaah of course it's okay !!!! Thank you so much !!!! 🥰

🎢 Which of your fics would you call your wildest ride?

Already answered here ! 😅

🧐 Do you spend much time researching for your stories?

Aaaah yes and no. I research some stuff. I have researched intensively on one subject for my original novel, but for the fics and for many other stuff I just tap into my own knowledge and only occasionally research something. Like the last thing I researched was the effect of white phosphorus 🙃 (don't. I'm a biologist I can handle that but uuuuh) because I plan to use that in one of my wips, and while I remembered my chemistry lessons I needed to check. That's mostly what I do, now, check if I'm not too off, because I'm lazy. The thing is, many of the stuff I write about are stuff I know about for other reasons and don't really need to research for 😅. It's a lot easier to write a WW1 AU when you basically live in a museum for example

🤡 What’s a line, scene, or exchange you’ve written that made you laugh?

It seems I tend to have more humour in short stories/prompts/one shots, just like this excerpt from a one shot that you can find in full in this collection of prompt answers

Roy's head jerked up from his hand.

"What? How?"

"You're a terrible liar, sir. And terrible at seeing through us, too."

Havoc snickered at Breda's retort, Falman and Fuery hid their faces behind their cards, and even Hawkeye couldn't stop the corner of her mouth from twitching up for a split second.

Roy scowled, deeply offended.

"I am the best liar in this room. And you all know it."

Hawkeye leaned towards him.

"Of course, sir, in the right context. You're calculating. You can talk anyone out of their wits, seduce them and turn them around like no one else."

Roy frowned at the mocking glance Breda and Havoc exchanged.

"But poker doesn't ask of you to talk and manipulate people with speech. It asks for a pokerface," Hawkeye continued, giving him her best rendition of it.

"I don't think his hand is that bad," she concluded placidly as she turned to Breda, "I think he's got a couple of figures and he's calculating the probabilities for each one of us to have a better game."

✅ What’s something that appears in your fics over and over and over again, even if you don’t mean to?

Uuuhhh I don't know ? Okay uh no matter how happy I want to write something, some angst or mild hurt/comfort will weasel itself in it. Like in the fic I just shared a part of above, or the Hayate fic. Can't help it.

Also am I really writing a second blind Roy fic? Eeeehhh

🤲 Would you please share a snippet of a wip?

Here !!! I found another funny dialogue. Or am I the only one finding this funny?

“General Armstrong.” Roy had one step in her direction. “I am, as you stated, a civilian. You have no rank power over me.”

“And?” The General’s face showed she was already fed up with this discussion.

“And I will not go anywhere without Hawkeye.”

Armstrong had a loud sigh.

“Fine, I don't care. You both get in the car. Now. But this filthy thing stays on your lap, Lieutenant,” she relented, pointing to Hayate, and before Roy could even open his mouth: “If you make one joke about this last sentence I’m pushing you out of this car at top speed. Understood?”

Send me some emoji asks ? (Or reblog and get one from me 👀)

[andiinaraethtash]

1, 9, 11, 17, 20, 21, 25, 30 and 41! <3

1. How long ago did you start reading fanfiction? Writing fanfiction?

Okay, so I started reading fanfiction when I was... probably sixteen almost seventeen? So about five years ago. As for writing it... Well my first fanfic was written in, like, 2015, so I was roughly around fourteen. I only started publishing fanfiction in 2019, and let me tell you, there is a vast difference in quality from 2015 to 2019 to now. It's ridiculous.

9. Tag 3 fic writers you think are underrated/unknown in the fandom/fanfiction community.

Hmm. See, the problem is, unless I know you on tumblr, I'm not going to avidly follow your works. So I'm just going to say: @itsybitsybatsyspider @pacificseaotter and @felicityphoenix5 (yes, you. No matter how many hits or kudos or comments or likes or reblogs you get, it'll never be enough to compensate for how awesome you are. That goes for you, Itsy, and you, too, Paci).

11. How do you come up with your fic titles?

Usually just by listening to music that fits the vibe of the fic, then picking a good lyric that encapsulates... something in my fic. It could be the character's feelings, their story arc, or the general story line. The few exceptions are when I asked for help with a name, and when I was just starting out.

17. How obsessively do you sit and stare at your fic after you’ve just posted and wait for feedback?

See, I don't just sit at tumblr/AO3 obsessively; oh make no mistake, I check on it, but really what I'm watching obsessively is my email. Because that's the one place I get to see when someone leaves kudos/comments, and when someone mentions me on tumblr. So I'll usually be checking that obsessively, and occasionally checking on tumblr.

To answer the actual question... um, 8/10. Pretty bad. I need validation.

20. What’s your favorite part about the fanfiction writing process?

Easily the part where I get to see this scene I've had in my head for days/months/years (in some instances) coming to life on the page. It's so cool. My second favorite part, is of course, interacting with my audience.

21. What’s your least favorite part about the fanfiction writing process?

Grinding out the "connective tissue" that joins together two important scenes. Like, there needs to be character growth in there, they need to get from point A to point B, but the journey is long and arduous, and I am a weary traveler with few words left in me by the time I get to where I'm going.

25. Do you listen to music as you write? If possible, link your writing playlist.

I listen to music all the time, not just when I'm writing. I have different playlists for different moods, and even different fics. Sadly, all my playlists are private, and I don't feel like trying to figure out how to un-list them as private.

30. Post a snippet from your current WIP without context - no more than 300 words.

I don't know if I'll ever post this, but it's been a passion project for years now. anyway, here's the snippet:

"The graveyard is quiet. No one’s there, no one’s watching, and he has to take several pauses to just breathe around the pain. He doesn’t want to do this. He doesn’t want to see their names on the gravestones, doesn’t want to have to talk to cold granite in order to say what he wants.

Doesn’t want to say goodbye in the first place."

41. What’s your most popular fic (with the most notes on tumblr, most hits/kudos on ao3)?

Without looking, I'm going to guess it's Let the Brokeness Be Felt, but lemme check real quick...

Yup. It's Let the Brokeness Be Felt. I'm so shocked. Truly. Deeply.

To be fair, it was the epic conclusion of a trilogy that I poured my heart, soul, and mental health into, and I took like, three long breaks in the midst of writing it, so there were lots of people begging me not to abandon it and adding theories and such. It was great, posting it, though looking back on it now... it's not my favourite. I don't hate it or anything, I just think I could have done better.

Thank you so much for the ask, I'll be sending you one... probably in the morning, I am so tired rn I wouldn't be able to properly think through the questions, or appreciate the response.

[fullmusicbardsquared]

horrible explanation of degrassi s9 ep17 "innocent when you dream"

i'm cutting out the B-plot because it's normal lmao. please don't sue me if this knowledge disturbs you.

this episode opens in a manner completely different then most Degrassi episodes; with really stupid blue and green lighting and sPooKy music. in this dream (because it's a dream), Clare is essentially a vampire-novel protagonist. as of rn she's a freshman i think???? or sophomore idk. and the vampire is Declan, who's older and irl dating Holly J Sinclair, the best Degrassi character in the world. Clare suddenly wakes up, and immediately pulls a Fortnight* book off of her side table to read it. this book is marked 4, and later lines imply that this is a much longer series than the thing it's parodying. She keeps doing it until 3 am.

*Fortnight is the Degrassi equivalent of Twilight. this is made much weirder by later lines (in the season, not in this ep) that ask if Clare was up late watching Twilight, and the presence of a poster of that guy who plays edward in her locker.

The next day, she tells her friend Alli (girl on the left) about her new Fortnight addiction, and the weird vampire sex dreams (i hated typing that sentence). Alli responds that she's stuck reading "lame-o fanfic" until the next Fortnight book comes out, and gently ribs on Clare for her dreams by comparing Declan to "Edmund" due to them both being "brooding and sexy". Declan is none of those things but ok.

some context: Declan is writing and directing an original musical called "Space Awakening", which is about an alien girl coming to a school or something???? idk. one of the actors is late to practice, and instead of picking an understudy or different actor or literally anyone else, Declan asks Clare to come do the scene. Clare is the "propmaster", so I have no idea why she's even picked in-universe. i know why she is out-of-universe, though! it's because the scene is a KISS SCENE, and Clare sucks at acting, so Declan like lifts her chin and there's TENSION or something. Clare feels like a pervert the rest of the day, feeling she's disobeying her abstinence pledge, but this doesn't stop her from noticing Declan's forgotten sweater and carrying it around with her.

later, Alli catches Clare writing stories about herself and Declan, set in the universe of the Fortnight books. saying it's better than the stuff online (and my fics what who said that), Alli encourages her to post it (?!?!?!). Clare becomes excited and decides to post the snippet on the Fortnight fan-board, using the pen name "Madame Degrassi".

She does not edit Declan's name out. Onto this episode's second act!

several people read "Madame Degrassi"'s posts, including Holly J, who finds them well written and admits to having Fortnight as her "thing", but is suspicious of the fact that the name Declan is used. she admits it could be a coincedence to her friend Chantay. later, at Connor's party (possibly birthday), Alli decides to start a game of 7 Minutes In Heaven. Connor is the timer guy. anyways, Clare and Wesley are picked, and made to go into a basement??? Wesley notices a weird ring Clare has, and she explains that it's an abstinence pledge. however, to get the thing over with, Clare just decides to kiss Wesley- AND I AM NOT MAKING THE NEXT THING UP OKAY. I'M NOT EXAGGERATING. - anyways, while kissing Wesley, Clare has a daydream (?) of her and Declan where she is the vampire, which leads to her giving Wesley a hickey without realizing until he goes "OW". embarrassed, Clare runs away, while Wesley kinda roblox dies mentally. Alli follows Clare, and when they reach a cafe, Clare BEGS Alli to take the Fortnight books back, blaming them for all her problems; she also says she doesn't want to end up like Alli*. Alli, hurt, just replies that "judgy Clare is back" and leaves.

*i haven't seen much of s9, but Alli is a character who makes a lot of mistakes. idk what this is specifically a reference to but it probably has to do with her having sex or smth

the next day. Clare is showing Declan the prompts, and has another fantasy. she bites his neck, then runs away while Declan stands there like 😐. Clare leaves to apologize to Alli, and is forgiven, but Declan & Holly J put together her being "Madame Degrassi". Holly J meets Clare in the theatre, and Clare begs for her life; Holly J jokingly says she thought about killing her, but Declan convinced her otherwise. she also explains to Clare that her feelings are normal and just puberty, and that her fanfic was genuinely good and shouldn't have been taken down by Clare. the end. sorry.

[martsonmars]

WIP Wednesday

Thanks @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @sharing-a-room-with-an-open-fire @facewithoutheart @urban-sith @wellbelesbian @fatalfangirl for the tags!!!

Back with a longish and rough snippet from friends to lovers/fake dating/reality TV. I'm pouring a lot of personal feelings into this fic, and up to now it's like 50% sad Baz (which is what I am) and 50% Simon and Baz being super soft with each other (which is what I need)! It's probably my favourite fic among the ones I'm writing at the moment. Vulnerability and tears and communication and hugs and friends <3

His fingers find their way around my wrist, and I open my eyes. “We don’t have to do this, Baz. It’s okay. I’ll only sign us up if you promise me we’ll have fun.”

There’s so much concern in his eyes I feel like I could burst. I want to press my head against his chest and let him hide me from the world. I want to protect him from everything, but there’s a deeply buried part of me that just wants to be taken care of. To be shielded from what’s outside of Simon Snow’s arms.

Maybe I’m not setting myself up for heartbreak. He’s my best friend. He’s the best part of me. Maybe pretending to date him won’t destroy me.

I turn my hand in his and interlace our fingers. “Alright, Snow. We’ll have fun.”

The grin he shoots at me would be enough to win over all my defences. And it is. A surge of energy crosses my body and I stand up abruptly, pulling him up with me, a laugh building up in my throat. “Let’s go have breakfast.” I drag him to the kitchen, hands still clasped while he tries to protest, “It’s midday, Baz.”

��Would you refuse second breakfast?”

He shows me his best horrified expression. “Second breakfast is sacred.”

They're really close and affectionate in this fic. I'm living for it.

Under the cut a snippet from my Halloween fic because I have to find the motivation to continue it.

I'm glad they picked us up – I would've hated to change shoes to drive, and Simon wouldn't have fit in the seat of our car anyway – but riding in the back of this truck always gives me chills.

I lie on my back besides him and cast a Nothing to see here on us. Thankfully it works when Simon's fully clothed, and he's never been more clothed than now – I don't think Hackney Wick's police officers would like to fine a sinfully underdressed cat and a sinfully overdressed rat. (Not that it'd be odd on Halloween night.) (Or in London, for that matter.)

(I plan to explain better the dynamics of the spell lol.)

Tagging (no pressure!!) @tea-brigade @sillyunicorn @mostlymaudlin @palimpsessed @otherpeoplesheartachept-2 @xivz @forabeatofadrum 💛💛💛

[deliriumsdelight7]

Sorry to shock you, but I have a lot of questions lol.

😅🥺🤡😈🛒💋⛔️🍦🌞💖💌❌🎃👀🧠 (for Chrissy!) 🤩🤲🏼🥰?

I am SHOCKED! lol. I'll skip the ones I've already answered.

😅 What's a story or scene you've created that you're a smidge embarrassed exists?

Uhhhh... Cursed Ties, for the Rumbelle fandom. It's, uh, gonna deal with a kink that's squicky for some. If I can ever get them to the point where they stop angsting and just bang.

🥺 Is there a certain type of moment or common interaction between your characters that never fails to put you in your feels?

Ooh, yes. When Character A has had to rely on themselves all their life, and Character B helps them to realize that it's okay to need to lean on someone now and then? That's the good stuff.

🤡 What's a line, scene, or exchange you've written that made you laugh?

I can't think of anything offhand. If I do, I'll come back to this.

🛒 What are some common things you incorporate in your fics? Themes, feels, scenes, imagery, etc.

"Eyes slamming shut like a portcullis" probably makes its way into half the fics I write. As well as the phrase "screwing their courage to some manner of sticking place." I read it somewhere - no clue where - and I've blatantly stolen it. Apart from that, though, I like to think I mix things up a lot.

💋 First kiss fics. Love em or hate em?

Don't mind reading 'em. Not interested in writing 'em. I prefer angst and smut.

⛔ Do you have a fic you started, but scrapped?

Probably somewhere, yeah.

🌞 Do you have a preferred time of day to write?

Not really. Any time of day works for me.

💖 What made you start writing?

What made me start writing after a 15 year hiatus was the 12th episode of Once Upon a Time, "Skin Deep." UNREAL chemistry between the actors. Seems to be my catnip.

💌 How do you feel about comments and feedback?

I feel like they're not just welcome, but absolutely necessary. Fic writers cannot make money off of their work, which means anything they write is unpaid labor. This can be hours upon hours of blood, sweat, and tears being poured into something that is then posted for people to enjoy for free. Having participated in a dying fandom where I'm lucky to get a comment or two, and now having moved to one where my fic chapters get tons of engagement, I can tell you that getting little to no feedback on fic is incredibly demoralizing. I view commenting on fic similarly to how tipping is viewed in American restaurants. In an ideal world, the person whose services you enjoyed would be compensated fairly for their labor. But in that absence, it is up to the consumer to make up the difference. If you don't have the money to tip, you don't have the money to eat out. If you don't have the spoons to take thirty seconds to comment on fic, you don't have the spoons to read it.

🎃 Do you write fics for certain holidays? Which is your favorite holiday inspired fic?

I only have one so far, and it was basically a retelling of "The Holiday" with Once Upon a Time characters.

🤩 Who is your favorite character to write?

I don't think I could pick just one. Chances are if I'm writing a pairing, it's because I adore both characters in said pairing.

🤲 Would you please share a snippet of a wip?

Here's a snippet from a oneshot I'm stuck in. It's post season 4, canon-ish where Eddie survives and Chrissy... "survives."

Not for the first time, Chrissy’s throat tightened with guilt. This was the place where it had all started. Where her life ended, and Eddie’s life had started the freefall to the madness that had led him here. If he’d never agreed to sell to her… if he’d met with her anywhere else… his life would be infinitely better. He’d have graduated - she just knew it - and gotten out of Hawkins. Those big dreams of his would’ve brought him to a big city to match - New York, or LA, or somewhere where he and his band would make it big.

Instead, he was here. Trapped in a hellscape with only her for company. The entire world at his fingertips if he crossed over, barred from him by accusations for murders he didn’t commit. Starting with her own.

“Do you ever regret it?” she blurted before she could stop herself.

He glanced at her curiously. “Regret what, sunshine?”

She winced. This question had been plaguing her since the moment they’d found each other. But she could never bring herself to ask before now. She dreaded the answer too much.

Still, she had to finish what she’d started. “Do you ever regret… y’know. Meeting me in the woods that day? Selling to me?”

🥰 How do you feel about reader interaction? Are you open to receiving questions about your fics?

I love love love reader interactions! I do TMI Tuesdays to invite exactly that. I love getting questions about fics, or questions directed to my characters. It keeps me motivated to keep writing.

[sunmoontruth-stiles]

Hi babe!!! F and M for the ask!! (I hope your day gets better my love 🥰🥰)

Hey🥰 thank you!!

F: Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

Ok this is sort of a random choice because it’s nothing special? I just really like it. It’s from my new fic Fresh Start, Fresh Blood, which is inspired by Love and Monsters. I’m always a little too proud when I make myself laugh lol

"Lydia, you're getting a second chance with the guy you love. Try not to let nerves kill the joy of it all. This is more luck than you usually see these days," Stiles said reassuringly. Lydia took a breath, and her shoulders relaxed. She gave him a sympathetic smile.

"Thanks, Sti. Hey, maybe one of the others in the pack-"

"Nope," Stiles interjected, "I've given up on that. The right person for me probably got squished like a bug, by a bug." Stiles shrugged nonchalantly.

"That's grim," Lydia frowned. "How are you both the most hopeful and most pessimistic person I know?"

"Well, you don't know that many people. Small data pool," Stiles grinned. Lydia laughed, covering her mouth to stay quiet.

M: Got any premises on the back burner that you’d care to share?

Ooo ok so I’ve been doing so much for my fiction writing class that I haven’t had time to get any significant progress done on my current ongoing fics, so once I’m able to finish up Cry of the Pink Moon and Fresh Start, Fresh Blood, I have a lot of ideas for what to do next. I have the outline for a very pining based fic, but here’s the summary idea:

Derek used to hate Stiles. The kid got on every nerve he had. But after years of fighting together, growing up, and spending way too much time together, Derek's feelings have changed. Stiles was pack. He would take a bullet for him without hesitation. He's not sure when it happened. Whether it was the way Stiles was somehow the one who always saved his ass or how his eyes lit up when he talked about the things he enjoyed, Derek knew Stiles had weaseled his way into his heart. It had been so long since he let himself be open to anything like this. After Paige, Kate, and Jennifer, Derek figured he'd never let anyone that close again. Braeden understood that. She also never stayed in one place for very long, so they never really had anything long term.

Now Derek finds himself in the most stable position he's had since before the fire. The pack is strong, and Beacon Hills has been quiet. It's been a few years since anything big hit the town. Those of them that went to college are graduated now, and most stayed close by. Kira is back, and her and Scott picked up right where they left off. Erica and Boyd were engaged. Jackson visits when he can. Lydia lives in San Francisco, but she's close enough to make the drive when it matters. Isaac has even moved back to Beacon Hills, and he's staying in the loft's spare room. The only thing messing up the peace Derek has found is Stiles. Stiles and him were close. Stiles spent a lot of time at the loft. Unfortunately, Derek was doing all he could to ignore how he felt about him. After all, Stiles and Malia were back together.

[voidboymads]

For meta asks: 1-10 odds :)

Hoo! So many right out the gate xD Thank you for the ask!

1. Tell us about your current project(s)  – what’s it about, how’s progress, what do you love most about it?

So at first I was a one-fic-at-a-time type of woman but lately I've just been adding bits to several WIPs like a wild animal. The few that I'm working on are:

A Steter/Vampire!Stiles fic

A Sterek Oneshot

A Steter PTSD (maybe one shot, not sure atm)

A Sterek/Sugarbaby!Stiles fic (not with Derek though)

A Sterek/Maze Runner Crossover Fic

A Steter Oneshot

And a few others where the documents have only been named and not added to just yet D;

So to go into a few of them:

The Steter/Vampire!Stiles fic is the main one I'm working on and it's taking quite a bit of time to flesh out only because I'm new to writing Peter. I'm still frankly new to writing Stiles and Derek as well but I've gotten comfortable to build a base with them. Peter, well, snark isn't my greatest writing attribute. I don't want to give too much away with this one, but Stiles becomes a vampire and Peter's there to help.

The Sterek/Sugarbaby!Stiles fic is a fun idea I thought about (which I'm sure was not an original thought) where Stiles runs out of money in college and, with help from a classmate, starts down the road of becoming a sugar baby. There's gonna be feelings, drama, (hopefully comedy if I can learn to write it better) and some supernatural stuff happening in the background xD

The Maze Runner Crossover was actually going to be a newtmas one in the beginning but I switched into wanting Sterek for it. Yanno, having Stiles (thomas) fall in love with Derek even with the loss of his memories is just a nice thought :)

More below the keep reading!

3. What is that one scene that you’ve always wanted to write but can’t be arsed to write all of the set-up and context it would need? (consider this permission to write it and/or share it anyway)

Well I don't necessarily have a scene that I've been itching to write that I haven't already put down in some form of actually writing it or making a rough guideline for, I do have wip that sits in the wip graveyard that I picked things out of to use in another fics. Like a warm-up session xD It was basically Stiles just kind of casually moving in to Derek's loft as over time they get closer and closer with hanging out and mutual platonic bed sharing which eventually evolves into something more. So here's the snippet from it, a scene I liked writing for it (which hasn't been beta-d at all, so bear with me) :3 (this post is going to a long one, hooooo)

An hour of unrest turned into two and then eventually three and all the while Derek slept, Stiles stayed glued to the couch, fingers tapping away on his thigh as he chewed on the second pull string - the first one already obliterated. Even though something was playing on the screen in front of him, Stiles couldn’t concentrate on it to save his life. He was still so pent up with energy, frustrated that Derek had merely brushed it off and went to bed. Glancing over, Stiles noted that Derek was letting out soft snores, which he always did well before Stiles could fall asleep. Most nights it helped him reach unconsciousness faster, but tonight they were just getting on his nerves.

Stiles sighed and burrowed himself further into the couch cushions. He shut his eyes and hoped his brain would shut off soon. When it did, when he eventually drifted off, he dreamed. He dreamed of horrible things, of sad things, of things that made him whimper in the middle of the night. When he’d woken up briefly, feeling weight displaced on and around him, he caught a glimpse of Derek carrying him to the bed. Derek wasn’t looking at him, he probably didn’t even notice that Stiles was awake until he put him down on the mattress.

He covered Stiles with the comforter, hands stopping only once he realized Stiles was staring up at him. Silently, Derek climbed into bed next to him, facing him, not bothering to keep his distance. Stiles watched him quietly, sniffling and scrunching up his nose as tears fell down his face. He’d been dreaming of Allison, of Aiden, of everyone they’d lost along the way, and he couldn’t stop the overflow of emotion.

Stiles wasn’t one to shy away from publicly crying and he wasn’t ashamed or embarrassed that he was practically sobbing in front of Derek, telling him everything. He told him he used to miss Scott, how he was sad that he didn’t anymore. He told him about the nightmares and how they made him feel guilty for being here while others weren’t. He told Derek everything, everything except about how he felt about him, so instead he told him how he felt like he was fucking up his life by not sticking to ‘the plan’ he’d set for after high school, and how he wondered if he were disappointing his dad.

Derek listened to all of it and when Stiles couldn't speak anymore, reduced to a muddled mess of choked sobs between sharp breaths, he reached out his hands and took hold of Stiles’ face. His hands were warm and Stiles’s skin was cold and clammy, wet from the tears that stained his face. Stiles leaned into the touch, not caring about the knot growing in the bottom of his stomach. When Derek leaned forward, as if on instinct, to run his tongue along the paths the tears created, Stiles didn’t move, didn’t budge as Derek took care of him.

He peeked out from behind wet eyelashes, vision blurred behind tears that had yet to fall, and thought he saw Derek’s own eyes welling up. His tongue continued to run along Stiles’ face, cleaning up the mess Stiles had made of himself, warming his skin with his hot breath. Stiles sniffled, bringing up his own hands to grip at Derek’s wrists and noted how his fingertips were able to touch one another. He tipped forward, leaning closer in Derek’s space, and on a brave whim, whispered, “Kiss me.”

5. What character that you’re writing do you most identify with?

Strangely enough, I feel like I identify more with Derek. He's easier to write but I feel that's because I have an angsty brain with angsty, self-deprecating thoughts >_>

7. What do you think are the characteristics of your personal writing style? Would others agree?

I feel (and hope) that I'm good at being descriptive enough when I write? I would hope that the picture I'm writing comes across as a nice scene that others can imagine easily.

9. Are you more of a drabble or a longfic kind of writer? Pantser or plotter? Do you wish you were the other?

A little bit of both really. I started off in the sterek community writing long fics and now I'm writing drabbles every so often, but before then I used to write long fics all the time about other fandoms, with a few drabbles here and there as well so yeah, both. I like both, to be honest, it's fun to plan out long fics (my steter/vampie!stiles guideline document is like 13 pages long of planning) but drabbles are fun to get lost in for like an hour in the day.

I think this is it for this ask! Thank you for much for it! :3

[sandalaris]

send your a character impression asks: Seth and Kate if you don't have those already, and Jeff Winger and Annie Edison! ❤❤❤

Seth Gecko

First impression: I think I loved him right off the bat. He’s snarky and quick witted and those are usually the characters I like first. 

Impression now: Not much has changed. I suppose I have more of an understanding for how he handled his demons now compared to my initial reaction to his heroin use. And I definitely think he’s at his healthiest in season three. 

Favorite moment: Oh jeeze, he has so many good ones! I suppose I rather like him in Shady Glen. Just like his whole taking charge of the group and his awkwardly trying to smooth things over when he and Richie busted in guns drawn on that woman and her son. Reminded me of the convo between him and the Dew Drop Inn clerk.

Idea for a story: Nothing new, but I’ve got anther tUA-inspired AU snippet brewing that touches more on Seth’s Bad Ass Normal superpower though.

Unpopular opinion: I don’t know that it’s all that unpopular, but I’m not convinced Seth used again after season two. I’m not convinced he didn’t either, but it’s never been a personal headcanon or something that I’ve felt was a given or anything. I mostly feel that he went back to popping prescription pain pills and probably mixing them with alcohol (not smart) when he was feeling particularly shitty.

Favorite relationship: Probably him and Richie (although he and Kate are a close second.) Their relationship is pretty much the heart of the show and I don’t think I would’ve loved it nearly so much had it not been.

Favorite headcanon: It’s a tie between Seth getting a cross tattoo to represent Kate after season three, and that Seth started questioning his faith after the blood-transfusion-that-shouldn’t’ve-worked. And as a tie into the second one, that he and Kate do not have compatible blood types, something Seth learned after the fact.

Kate Fuller

First impression: That she was a typical, albeit a bit on the mature side, teenage girl, lol. At least for most of season one. I think I probably stereotyped her a bit, because I remember not realizing just how quickly Kate grew unafraid/immune to the Gecko Brothers until my first rewatch.

Impression now: She is so much a “there’s bravery in remaining soft”/”world’s nicest badass”/”do not mistake my kindness for ignorance” character. She has this quiet strength and is unwavering in who she is at her core.  

Favorite moment: Pretty much anytime Kate meets someone new and they inevitably get attached and decide to go to the ends of the earth for her (or they’re evil and decide they want to possess her *cough*Malvado,Tanner,Oculto*cough*)

Idea for a story: I’ve been wanting to write a fairytale!AU, particularly with my favorite fairytale, but it doesn’t fit SethKate all that well. Maybe I’ll just expand on that crack!ficlet I wrote...? Idk. I’ve got too many wips anyway.

Unpopular opinion: I can’t think of one I haven’t named before. I suppose with the increase in purity culture here on Tumblr the fact that I really don’t mind the age gap between Seth and Kate nor do I think it makes any difference if Kate’s underage or legally an adult would count.

Favorite relationship: In show it’s probably her and the Gecko Brothers, but in those inbetween moments I really love her and Scott.

Favorite headcanon: Currently I’m think about how I headcanon that Kate has some lingering muscle memory about swordsmanship from Amaru. Its nothing too exciting, especially since Amaru’s pre-Earth memories -and therefore her memories of learning to use a sword- are fuzzy at best, but her body practiced with one enough during those six months that it falls into place easy enough when she picks up a blade.

Jeff Winger

First impression: Like Seth, he’s that brand of snarky and quick witted that I immediately like. 

Impression now: I don’t know that it’s changed much. I love how the show let Jeff grow but also let him slip back into old habits. People don’t change overnight, and while Jeff didn’t need each lesson hammered over his head repeatedly, he did need to learn not to fall back into his default mode whenever he could.  

Favorite moment: Anytime Jeff shows genuine excitement to hang out with the study group. Like when he showed up early to the apartment for the wedding.

Idea for a story: I’ve had this idea for a while where Jeff never got caught and is an even worse version of himself than he was circa the pilot. And he somehow meets a few (maybe all?) of the study group only they don’t make him a better person so much as he manipulates them into being part of his life as he unwantingly grows attached to each of them. It’s kind of dark for a Community fic, not counting some of the darkest timeline fics, but the idea entered my head one day and has been living rent free there ever sense.

Unpopular opinion: Its mostly unpopular among Jeff/Annie shippers, but I rather like how the Jeff/Britta storyline played out. It makes sense to me that they became friends with benefits and that the sexual tension between them faded as they got to know each other on a deeper level since they were incompatible. Plus, I really like their friendship.

Favorite relationship: I really loved his and Abed’s dynamic at the beginning of the series, but for the bulk of the show it’s a tie between him and Annie (romantic) and him and Britta (platonic)

Favorite headcanon: I fully believe Jeff is demiromantic. Its why he doesn’t think romantic love is real, he so rarely experiences it and only after getting close to someone, something he actively avoids doing, and why he figured that having a friend he gets along with and is sexually attracted to is all that was needed for a romantic relationship.

Annie Edison

First impression: Mainly I just remember not liking her crush on Troy in the first season, lol. I’ve never been that into ships where one side is super obvious and kind of desperate while the other is oblivious and/or sees them as just friends. I was really proud of her when she decided to not let Troy use her grandmother’s blanket (which is coincidentally also the episode I started to ship her and Jeff, albeit mildly at the time) and their friendship later on was wonderful.

Impression now: She’s one of my favorite characters on the show, although on Community I love them all so that’s not saying much, lol. Troy says it best when he says that Annie expects everyone to be better than they are and for herself to be better than everyone.

Favorite moment: I can’t just pick one moment, grr. Fine, the first thing that popped into my head was Annie saying the line about “a C? Why don’t I just get pregnant at a gas station?!” or something like that. Just her absolute insistence that anything less than perfection in herself is some kind of a epic failure in life is just amusing to me.

Idea for a story: I don’t think I really have any off the top of my head that aren’t Community as a whole fics. I’d love to write an AU for the show someday, it lends itself to the concept so well that just about any sort of AU would do. An I still have the FDtD crossover fic that is sitting all messy in my wip folder.

Unpopular opinion: I don’t really care where they went with her character in seasons five and six (I particularly don’t like how it was played for laughs that she started taking pills again between seasons 4 and 5). Her storylines are mostly fine, but I prefer the way her character went in the seasons that came before.

Favorite relationship: I was trying to think of someone besides Jeff, but even not looking at them as a ship I really did love their dynamic throughout the show. 

Favorite headcanon: Annie’s parents where the ones who got her hooked on Adderall, telling her what to say to her doctor to get a prescription or maybe bringing home a bottle themselves, so that she could keep up her perfect grades and do all the right afterschool activities to get into an Ivy League school and make them proud. They were mostly embarrassed that Annie “couldn’t handle it” and tried to quit, saying she needed to try harder and “really, Annie, stop being so dramatic” when she OD’d.

[kitkatwinchester]

Happy FFWF! Here's a fun game, find these emotions in your writing somewhere, and give us the snippet that contains them: Joy, Sadness, Anger, Fear, Disgust (no this wasn't inspired by Inside Out at all what are you talking about). This can be from any story you've written/are writing, and they all don't have to be from the same story either. I look forward to seeing your writing!

Happy (very late) FFWF! 

Sorry this took me so long, but I hadn’t really had the time to go through and look for snippets lol. I do now, though, and I’m excited, ‘cause this is a super fun question! 

P.S. I freaking love Inside Out, so I that makes me really appreciate this ask! <3

P.P.S. Sorry in advance: these are really long snippets because I couldn’t decide where to cut them off.  

Joy

From Love in Not So Many Words (SPOILERS for 15x18 of Supernatural). 

For several seconds, the pair just stares at each other, gaping. But then Cas smiles at him--the same beautiful smile that he had given him just before he said goodbye--and says the words that will always, always make Dean's heart burst.

"Hello Dean."

Dean practically runs over to him, shaky legs barely holding him up as he stops just in front of the person who’d just confessed everything to him. The person who he’d thought he’d lost forever. He reaches out a tentative hand towards Cas’s shoulder, and when it connects solidly, all of his tension releases, and he feels tears falling again, but this time, they’re not out of sadness; they’re out of joy.

“I can’t believe it,” he breathes out, staring at Cas as the angel’s own eyes tear up. “You’re...I thought...I didn’t…” Dean’s stumbling over his words, but he has no idea how to say what he wants to. How can he possibly get across how he feels? After everything that Cas said to him, and everything they’ve been through together, how could he possibly convey it all? Without thinking, his mouth says the first thing that comes to his mind.

“You’re an idiot.” And Cas laughs. He breaks into full-blown laughter, and it’s the last little bit Dean needs, the last thing that gives him the courage and the strength to take one more step forward.

He moves his hand to Cas’s cheek, and before Cas has a chance to say anything, he leans in and kisses him.

And the kiss is wet, and sloppy, and nothing short of disgusting with their tear-stained faces.

But it doesn’t matter.

Because Cas loves him.

And Dean…

Dean loves him right back.

Despite my mixed feelings about Destiel after all of the annoying fandom drama, I’m still really proud of this fic and everything I did with it, and I gotta say: the ending of it definitely radiates pure joy. <3 <3 

Sadness

From Chapter 4 of Always and Forever

“Alright, little Morguna. Bedtime for baby.” Morgan gasped. “That’s Daddy,” she said, sitting up. “It’s Daddy, like...like on the...the video. From before.” Her Mommy nodded, and when Morgan looked, she thought she saw her crying. But then Mommy reached down and pressed the button again, stopping the noise, and when she looked at Morgan, she wasn’t crying at all. “Yeah, it’s Daddy. It’s a recording of his voice, when you were itty bitty. Just a little baby.” Her Mommy picked it up and let her hold it. “I wanted to give it to you when you were older, but...I think now is a good time for you to have it.” She reached over, pointing to a button on the side. “Push there.” Morgan looked at her, then back at the button and pushed it. It made noise again. “Alright, little Morguna,” she heard again. “Bedtime for baby.” And this time, Mommy didn’t stop it, and her Daddy started to sing. “Goodnight my angel...”

When the song was over, her Mommy reached over and hit the button, wrapping her hand around Morgan’s. Morgan looked up and saw that her Mommy was crying. And when she thought about it, she realized she was crying too. But, it wasn’t just because she was sad. She missed him, lots and lots and lots, even more now. But there was something else there too.

Something else that made her cry.

It made her miss him. But it also made her smile, just a little.

In general, I don’t really write sad stories. 9 times out of 10, my whump/angst/hurt always comes with comfort and happy endings, because I don’t like leaving my characters sad. However, I do like making people feel emotions, and this is the saddest chapter in my saddest story. I made myself cry writing it, and I made a lot of my readers cry when they read it. Even though this part in itself is a little bitter sweet, it’s the part that made everyone cry, so it’s the part I’m using. 

Anger

From Nothing Wrong with Being Yourself

Peter woke up groggily, rolled up in a blanket on a couch—a couch he knew all too well.

He sat up with a jolt, not sure how he’d ended up back at the Tower—hadn’t he just been at school?—but when he saw Tony sitting there looking at him bemusedly, StarkPad in hand, he stopped as the timeline of events played in his mind.

“Did you...did you carry me?” he asked, avoiding the actual topic at hand. Tony stared at him, seeming to debate if he was going to accept Peter’s avoidance, and eventually, he did, putting the StarkPad down on the table.

“I might have,” he said before reaching towards another table on his right, grabbing a glass and handing it over. Peter took it gratefully, sipping it at first, but then quickly downing it, his throat dry from...well, everything that had happened.

“What did you tell--”

“That you weren’t feeling great,” Tony interrupted, clearly anticipating the question. “Which, technically, wasn’t a lie.” Tony stood, grabbing his StarkPad off the table in the process. “And I told May where you were, so she wouldn’t worry, but I gave her the same details I gave to your principal, so she’ll probably be calling as soon as she’s done with work.” He turned towards the kitchen, then, but he didn’t get far.

“I’m sorry,” Peter blurted before he could stop himself, and Tony halted in his tracks, tensing up.

“What?” Tony whispered, and if Peter’s hearing wasn’t enhanced, he probably wouldn’t have heard him.

“I’m sorry,” Peter repeated, a little more timidly this time. Tony was standing stone-still in front of him, and as hard as Peter was trying, he couldn’t read his body language at all. “About all of that. I should’ve...I should’ve handled it better. I did it. I made the post. I...I should’ve been more ready for the conseq--”

“Stop,” Tony practically shouted, and Peter jumped a little bit. After several seconds of tense silence, Tony spoke up again. “Do not, under any circumstances, blame any of this on yourself.” Finally, the man turned around, and when he did, Peter’s eyes widened. As much as Tony was trying to hide it, Peter could see it now--his mentor was seething. “Because none of this, none of it, is your fault. You are one of the smartest, kindest, most fearless people I know, and you did something so incredibly brave, and you deserved so much more than all of that shit that that asshole threw at you.” Tony’s voice had been getting increasingly louder, but when he looked at Peter, he stopped, likely noticing the surprise and slight fear in Peter’s expression. He looked away briefly, cursing under his breath before breathing deeply. When he turned back to Peter, his expression was a lot calmer, but Peter just kept staring at him, not sure what to say.

Eventually, Tony made his way back over, sinking into the couch next to Peter. Instinctively, Peter moved closer and tucked himself into Tony’s side, and he heard the man chuckle a little before a gentle arm came around his shoulders, pulling him in tighter. They sat like that for several minutes, reveling in the comfort they gave each other, but before long, Peter’s anxiety started to get the better of him.

“Mr. Stark...” he started, voice barely above a whisper. “What’s wrong with me?” He could feel the way Tony’s muscles tensed, just the slightest, and he wished he could retract the question, but he couldn’t help thinking it.

“Nothing,” Tony said quickly, tightening his grip on him. “There is absolutely nothing wrong with being yourself. No matter what other kids say, or what they do, you are who you are, and who you are is amazing. You got that?” Peter shifted a little, but didn’t confirm, not sure if he really believed it. “Hey,” Tony said, pushing Peter away from him just enough to lock eyes with him. “I mean it, kiddo. Everything I said before--it’s all true, okay? You are a better person than anyone I have ever met, and being asexual doesn’t change that at all. And no matter how you identify, I will always, always love you for you. Understand?”

This is one of my favorite fics I’ve ever written, and this anger scene is honestly one of my proudest. The way I conveyed just how furious Tony was about Flash, and the way Peter reacts...I just feel like it was really done on my part, so here it is lol. 

Fear

From Chapter 2 of Who Knew Birthdays Could Be So Complicated

Peter was supposed to be here forty-three minutes ago.

Tony has been frantically pacing the Tower’s lab, continuing to check the clock every few minutes. Despite several attempts from his wife to convince him otherwise, he had insisted on coming with Happy to pick up Peter and bring him back to the lake house for his birthday. At the time, he claimed he was feeling nostalgic for the Tower. Really, he just wanted to be there for himself to make sure that absolutely nothing could go wrong.

And now, Peter was forty-three minutes late.

He had called Pepper, and she’d been convinced he was over-reacting, claiming that Peter had probably gotten held up at school and would likely be there soon.

But that was twenty minutes ago, and Peter still isn’t here, and Tony really can’t shake the feeling that something is wrong.

He hears the elevator ding behind him and spins around hopefully, but his heart sinks a little at seeing Happy walk through the elevator doors.

“Anything?” he asks, but Happy just shakes his head. He grumbles a bit--something about kids being respectful of adults’ time--but Tony can see the slight furrow in his eyebrows. Even Happy’s starting to get suspicious. No matter what happens, Peter’s never this late.

Tony finally gives in, calling out to the A.I.  who’s, luckily, still installed in the Tower systems.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y., call Peter.” He knows the kid’s been struggling with being back, and he tries hard not to be too overbearing, but his concern is starting to override that sentiment.

F.R.I.D.A.Y. doesn’t answer right away, and Tony raises an eyebrow. “F.R.I., any day now.” There’s another brief pause before the A.I. finally responds, oddly hesitant.

“The call’s not going through.” That stops Tony in his tracks, his blood running cold.

“What did you just say?”

“There’s no signal coming from his phone,” the A.I. continues. “I can’t track it. Something seems to be blocking it.”

“What something??” Tony asks, getting more and more frantic. The kid has a StarkPhone gifted by yours truly-- nothing should be able to block that signal. He’d made sure of that himself.

“I’m not sure,” the A.I. admits, and she’s starting to sound concerned. Not that he blames her, because his own heart is beating so fast he’s worried it’ll stop completely.

“What about the suit? Can you track the suit?” The only reason his StarkPhone wouldn’t be working is if it was in pieces--and frankly, even then, Tony would probably still be able to find him--which means that something must’ve gone wrong.

“The suit is at his apartment,” the A.I. responds, and Tony’s heart clenches further.

“Watch. Check the watch.”

“No signal from the watch either, boss,” the A.I. says. “Or from his backpack.” Tony spins to face Happy, whose face is now completely giving away his concern. Tony, meanwhile, is full-on panicking.

He has more trackers on that kid than he’s ever put on anyone or anything--except maybe Morgan. How can none of them be traceable?

And if the suit is still at his apartment, then that means that whatever happened happened to Peter, not Spider-Man.

Which is a thousand times worse.

So...I don’t really have any fic snippets that are specifically fear-based. Most of the ones that are closest to fear are really more like worry/concern, but I think that still counts, and since 80% of Tony’s perspective in this story is said fear/worry/concern, I’m using this one. 

Disgust

From S’more Family Time

As he starts to shake the marshmallow into the fire, Jack stops him.

“Can I have it?” Dean freezes, turning to him in bewilderment.

“Seriously?”

“Yeah!” Jack confirms. “I mean, it can’t be that bad, right? It’s still a marshmallow, and we wouldn’t wanna waste it. Besides, maybe it’ll give it a ‘crispy on the outside, gooey on the inside’ taste.” Dean smirks, rolling his eyes a little.

“That’s what the graham cracker part is for, kid.” But when Jack’s still staring at him, eyes bright as ever, Dean obliges, sliding the marshmallow onto a graham cracker instead and topping it off with chocolate and another graham cracker. As he hands his kid the finished product, he takes Jack’s skewer in trade, so that both hands are free for the full s’mores eating experience.

As Jack takes a bite, Dean can’t help his cringe at the resounding crinkling of the burnt marshmallow, but Jack only smiles brightly, taking another bite enthusiastically. Sam and Cas laugh.

Alright, so, being one of my most uplifting stories, I almost used a snippet of this for joy, but...oddly enough, disgust was hard to find in my fics, and when I thought about it, I think Dean’s reaction to Jack enjoying the burn s’more is as close as I can get, so here we are. XD 

This was so much fun! Thank you for this ask! I really liked it! I’d love to do more like this in the future! 

Also, while I’m here, I’d just like to remind everyone that one of these stories (Nothing Wrong with Being Yourself) was actually nominated for the Irondad Creator Awards, as was Where Life Begins and Love Never Ends. Plus, I was nominated as a prolific writer! 

If you guys like my writing, I’d really appreciate it if you’d consider voting for me! Today is the last day, and you have until midnight PT. You can find the form here. Thank you in advance! 

And thank you for this ask. I had a lot of fun with it! <3 

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You SHOULD TOTALLY do it yourself and give us another snippet of your vegas fic because I am persecuted by it day and night and waiting for it to be here within us since that so far away day you shared that first scene(bless you, it was so good). It haunts me that I still don't know how they feel when they first see each other again. Or the conversation they have when they wake up next to each other, DAMN. So yeah, like if you feel like sharing...you know, like, would be appreciated haha

OH NO! I forgot you!!!! I’m so sorry! SO SORRY! I had my birthday weekend and then uni stress and the doctor stress and then gluten stress and I’M SO SORRY!!!! Man, I feel so sorry, I tag promised you that I’d post something and everything, I’m awful :( Sorry. I’ll give you their first conversation, and hope that somehow you see this ask! 

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He closes thedoor behind him and turns around, finding that the three others are therealready, apparently only waiting for him. Oops.

“Oh,” he says,startling slightly. He hadn’t thought he was running late, but maybe he wasafter all. “Sorry, guess I lost track of time. Didn’t mean to keep you guyswaiting.”

“Not at all,”Liam shakes his head, his face splitting into a massive smile. “I only juststumbled out of my room a moment ago.” He shakes his head and takes a steptowards Harry, which makes Harry realise that he’s been standing there rootedin front of the door like a loon rather than moving to greet Liam properly.“Bugger that anyway, Harry, come here! I haven’t seen you in ages.”

They meet eachother halfway in a tight hug, Harry clutching Liam against him as though he’strying to make up for all the time they haven’t hugged. “Missed you,” hemurmurs into Liam’s neck as he finds that he’s kind of reluctant to let goagain. Hugging Liam now only cements to Harry that’s he’s probably missed theother man even more than he’d allowed himself to believe.

“Missed you too,man,” Liam says, seeming just as reluctant to let go as Harry is. “Let’s not goso long without seeing each other again, please?”

“No,” Harryagrees, shaking his head slightly. “No, let’s never.”

Liam pulls backand smiles, squeezing Harry’s upper arms once before letting go. Harry’s almostembarrassed to find that the corners of his eyes are slightly damp, but reallyhe shouldn’t have expected anything else.

“Oi, lads,”Niall interrupts them, pretending to wipe away a tear as they turn theirattention back to him. “That was beautiful, touched my soul and all. But,really, I’m starving. Can we save the waterworks for after dinner?” He gesturestowards the door, and Liam laughs, making his way back towards the other two.

It’s not untilthen that Harry gets the opportunity to properly take in Louis. He somehowsimultaneously looks exactly the same and so, so different. He’s clearly olderthan the last time Harry saw him, the crinkles by his eyes slightly deeper andthere’s just something about his very being that seems older, more settled,more mature. Calm. A kind of calm that he’d never really been able to achieveback when they were still in the band, too energetic, always bubbling, plottingtheir next act of mischief. There’s not much of the manic energy that used toooze out of him left. He’s dressed in skinny jeans much like Harry’s apart fromthe fact that his are dark blue. They’re rolled up, revealing a pair of tannedankles leading into a pair of black Oxfords. His chest is covered by a nice,fitted black jumper with speckles on it, and it hits Harry once again how muchLouis’ style is exactly the same, only more mature. That probably shouldn’thave come as a surprise seeing as so many years have passed by, and yet…

His hair isswooped back into a lazy quiff, and it’s longer than Harry would have expectedit to be, the ends of his hair nearly touching the nape of his neck. He looksso good. Even when Harry doesn’t know where they stand he can appreciate thatLouis looks good, looks hot, looks positively breath taking. But then again,Louis has always been handsome regardless of whether he was donned out insweats or dressed to the nines. Age has clearly only made him better, like heis his very own personal brand of fine wine.

Their eyesfinally meet, and Harry desperately hopes Louis was too distracted by Niall tonotice how Harry was taking him in. He thinks so, because he doesn’t recogniseanything in Louis’ eyes that might indicate that he’d caught Harry - for thelack of a better term - checking him out.

Prior to thismoment Harry hadn’t known what to expect from this first encounter with Louis;should they shake hands, should they hug, should they completely ignore eachother? What could he expect to see in Louis’ eyes? Hate? Anger? Indifference?Kindness? He still doesn’t quite know how he’s supposed to react, but he doesrealise that his emotional reunion with Liam is probably only going make thisone with Louis all the more awkward.

“Come on,”Niall’s voice interrupts Harry’s thoughts once again. “A good steak waits forno one, Harold, better move those legs and come along with us.”

Harry chuckles,can’t do anything but, and finally moves properly towards the others, breakinghis focus on Louis who in turn is turning his back to Harry as he makes his wayout of room after Liam. Harry can’t quite figure out whether he should berelieved that whatever showdown was to happen between him and Louis gotpostponed or sad that they didn’t just get to rip off the band aid, so tospeak, and get it over with. He’s probably going to keep building it up in hishead to this massive confrontation until it finally happens, and the longer hegets to ponder it, the more anxious he’s gonna get.

He follows theothers diligently out of the room, though, and into the lift. He doesn’t knowwhere they’re going for dinner, but he knows that Niall considers himself quitethe food connoisseur, so he’ll have prided himself on pre-picking only the bestplaces to eat for them. Wherever it is, it’s bound to be delicious.

Once they’re allin the lift, Harry finds himself somehow having ended up standing next toLouis. Liam and Niall are deep in conversation and Harry steels himself forwhat will undoubtedly be some very awkward minutes. He very decidedly does not look at Louis.

“Did you fly infrom LA?” Louis asks, and for two seconds Harry just keeps staring straightahead until he realises that Louis is talking to him.

What…

“LA?” hequestions dumbly until he fully registers Louis’ question. “Oh, yeah. Yeah, Idid.”

“That’s nice,”Louis says, and when Harry chances a look sideways at him, he’s smilingslightly, looking back at Harry. Seems that Louis, too, is in on the‘let’s-make-this-a-great-weekend-for-Niall-and-be-civil’ plan, though it is kindof odd, Harry has to admit. “No jetlag, then, right?”

“Uh, no,” Harryanswers. “I guess not. I’m pretty knackered still, though? Did you, uh, did youfly in from London?”

“No,” Louissays, “Actually I came in from New York, so no jetlag for me either.”

“That’s nice,”Harry says, still kind of flabbergasted that they’re even having thisconversation right now. Louis hums in reply just as the lift announces theirarrival to the main hall with a ping.