#ah the time in my fic planning where i had like 5 scenes planned

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The rose is to make me post any random sentence in my WIP but since I just posted I kind of have 0 actual words from my s class fic! (I have some for d gray man fic but you don't want that). So I'll write a sentence that I have planned to do but the actual wording might change!

"Ah I'm jealous of how the present me gets to have your child. We never did have enough time to try."

Yoojin winced and looked away.

"...Didn't we? Yoojin."

This scene is soooo much farther away than I thought it would be so I feel bad for using it now but this was planned since the beginning when the fic plan was just me slightly messing with canon to make the scenes I wanted. Since I feel so bad here is a something that should come soonish!!!

Myeongwoo shyly held out the box lunch to Song Taewon.

"Thank you for your hard work."

Once it was accepted he quickly scurried away to where the rest of the crew was.

[bookyeom]

pairing: woozi x reader word count: 3.4K warnings: a couple of swears, kissing, alcohol, sad!reader, sad!jihoon

Author’s Note: this fic is part of the Thirteen Valentines event, but can be read as a standalone! also, i would suggest listening to the song listed below to get a feel for the vibe of the fic, but it’s not necessary.

flatline by 5 seconds of summer

someone just like you, no one else i’m falling for the first time heart is gonna flatline now i can’t even look at you you’re like staring at the sunshine

You stand outside the crowded bar, grateful for the respite of fresh air after your time in the hazy, grimy dance club. There are only a few other patrons smoking or loitering outside as you wait for your ride to arrive, because it’s only midnight and inside, the party is just beginning.

Your head is buzzing pleasantly as you squint at your phone to check the time, the bright light from the screen making you wince. 12:07. If you were more sober, you would probably laugh at yourself. You’d gone out for a friend's birthday, but as soon as you had said the satisfactory hellos and gotten sufficiently drunk — which, arguably, didn’t take long — you’d been ready to go home. At midnight.

Your younger self is cringing.

As you gracefully get into your Uber and the driver begins to wind through the streets from the bar to your apartment, you pull up the last text thread on your phone. A smile is already on your lips just at the sight of the contact name.

Y/N [12:08am]: On my way hoooome. Hope u waited up for me!!

Your roommate shoots back a reply almost instantly, and you giggle at his response, your hand lifting to cover your mouth.

Jihoon-Ah [12:09am]: Ok. I’m still working, so keep your drunk ass quiet.

If you had it your way, he’d have come out with you. He knows all of your friends and you know all of his, but the club scene isn’t really his vibe. Plus, he has a music final due tomorrow – today? – and if there’s one thing he’s dead serious about, it’s his music.

Jihoon-Ah [12:13am]: Door’s unlocked. Be safe. 

You feel a flush spread across your cheeks as the second message comes through, and warmth floods all the way down to your toes.

Jihoon always manages to do that to you. Make you blush, make you feel warm and fuzzy, make you laugh. It’s funny, because to those who don’t know him, he seems quiet and private, and maybe even a little bit closed off. But with his friends, with those who get to know him, he’s brash and hilarious, and he cares a hell of a lot about those who care about him. He’s one of your best friends, your roommate, and quite possibly the love of your life. 

He doesn’t know about that last part, though, and you don’t plan on telling him anytime soon.

“Jihoon-ah,” you singsong as you finally make it into your shared apartment. He doesn’t turn to look at you from his spot on the couch, but you know he’s heard you come in by his grunt of acknowledgement. He remains where you left him, on the couch and hunched over his laptop, black hair mussed from where he’s probably been running his fingers through it as he agonises over his piece. You hastily take off your shoes before you cross the room, flopping down next to him unceremoniously. He glances at you briefly before turning back to his screen.

“Did you have fun?” He asks without looking at you. 

“Mhm,” you mumble back. It’s quiet for a few moments, the sound of his fingers clicking away lulling you into a daze until he speaks up once more.

“You should change,” he says, and you turn to stretch out your legs, pointing your toes. He glances at you again as you do so, eyebrows raised. “You took off the shoes, thank god, but you’re probably not comfortable in that dress anymore.”

You yawn, smiling at his thoughtful comment before replying, “It’s called fashion, Jihoon, look it up. Beauty is pain.”

“I already told you before you went out that you looked nice, don’t push it.”

You let out a laugh at that, and the quiet smile on his lips betrays any real irritation on his part. You watch him for a moment, your eyes lingering for far too long on the softness of his mouth as he focuses back on his work. 

You really hadn’t stood a single chance against falling in love with him, had you?

“I’m too tired to change,” comes your weak mumble. 

“Okay,” he responds easily, his attention back on his computer again. You take the opportunity to let your eyes trace over his profile one more time; his eyelashes, his nose, the curve of his lips. The quiet contentment remains on his face, and you’re suddenly overwhelmed knowing that you’re part of the reason for it.

Your eyes finally turn to wander across the laptop screen to see what he’s working on, your head falling onto his shoulder. You’d have done it sober too, but with a bit of alcohol in your system, you’re just slightly less nervous. You can feel him tense. Your eyes fall to where his hands have paused, and for a moment, you wonder if you’ve stressed him out with the physical contact, but then his shoulders relax. It takes only a few seconds before he begins clicking and typing again, and you can’t help but smile.

You’re looking at his computer and, subsequently, at his unfinished work. You can still recall when he’d been hesitant to let anyone see his music — let alone his drunk, touchy roommate. Yet somehow, you’ve managed to secure a coveted spot in the small group of people Jihoon trusts enough to share his work with. That doesn’t mean that he doesn’t still freak out every time he shares a piece he’s working on – he does, and you know that – but he insists that he wants to show you anyway. You often feel a strong sense of satisfaction in knowing what that means. It means that he trusts you — and that’s an incredible privilege. 

You stay on the couch like that for a few more minutes as he continues to work, until a yawn overtakes you and on instinct, your nose turns to burrow into the crook of his neck. You let out a sigh, falling into a false sense of security for just a moment — into a world where Jihoon is yours to be with like this. Your eyes fall shut. You hardly register your own movement until it hits you that Jihoon’s entire body has gone rigid, and your eyes shoot open in a panic. You don’t think you’ve ever done that before – nuzzled into his neck like you belong there. 

And now you’re terrified that you’ve finally crossed a line that you can’t come back from. 

Another thing that Jihoon allows you to do more than anyone else is initiate physical contact. You’d taken advantage, and lately you’ve been toeing the line of too much. It just feels so easy to do, because you’re so drawn to him, to who he is, to the way he makes you feel — but you know it’s not fair of you. Not when he hasn’t ever expressed feeling the same way, not when he hasn’t ever protested as you go on dates, not when he hasn’t ever initiated anything himself. Jihoon always tells you it’s okay when you’re touchy, that he doesn’t mind it every once in a while, but you can’t help but feel like a complete fool. 

He’s not yours, and he doesn’t want to be. 

You abruptly feel yourself sober up as you scramble to move away, putting as much distance between the two of you as possible.

“You didn’t have to move,” comes his blunt reassurance, his eyes not leaving the screen of his laptop.

“I know you hate being touchy. I should have asked first. Sorry.”

“You’re always like this, especially when you’re drunk,” he retorts, “I don’t know why you’re only apologizing today.” You can’t help but shrink back against the couch, defeated. 

“Sorry,” you say again, your voice small. 

Jihoon looks at you then, eyebrows raised in surprise, like he really had no clue you were actually upset. “Hey, it’s okay. I always let you do it,” he adds after a moment. 

“Yeah…” You trail off, and you hate the way you sound a bit like a child as you repeat, “but you hate it.”

Normally, Jihoon would ignore your tipsy pouting. He’s usually not the best at reading people – self-proclaimed – but this time, he seems to sense something’s wrong. He searches your face, and when you look away, he gently nudges your foot with his. “I don’t hate it when it’s you,” he says, quiet and serious, and you can feel his eyes still on you. 

“Soonyoung and Y/N privilege,” you try to joke as you meet his eyes again, and Jihoon nods slowly. His eyebrows knit together, like he’s trying to figure something out. Whatever it is, you don’t think you want him to. “I’m going to bed,” you say, and he nods again. Neither of you says anything else, but you can feel his eyes following you as you disappear into your bedroom.

It’s not unusual for Jihoon to emerge from his room around midday. What is unusual, however, is for him to be up any earlier than 10:00am. So when you leave your room at 9:30 a few days later only to find him hunched over your kitchen island, to say you’re surprised is an understatement. He’s got a near-full cup of tea in front of him, and he’s staring into the void. He doesn’t turn, even when you clear your throat, and you’re beginning to panic now. 

“Jihoon?” Your hand itches to reach for him as you approach, but you don’t. You feel distinctly as though you’re trying not to startle a deer. 

“Hm?” The sound of his name seems to finally jolt him out of it, and he turns to meet your eyes. Your heart breaks a little. He looks exhausted — more than usual. There’s something about his face that suggests it’s more of a mental than physical kind of tired, and you want nothing more than to give him a hug. 

You tread carefully. “Did you… Go to the gym already?”

Jihoon shakes his head. You didn’t think so, given that he’s still in the shorts and t-shirt he usually sleeps in, but it seemed like a safe enough topic. He says nothing more. Why else would he be up this early? Your brain is running a million miles a minute. Something is clearly wrong, but how can you help? 

You’re silent as you go about your morning, making breakfast as usual — except that this time, you make twice as much. When you place two boiled eggs and some cereal in front of him, it takes him a second to react. You try not to flush when you feel his eyes on you as you sit across from him, scrolling through your phone and taking a bite of your own food instead of acknowledging it.

“Thank you.”

You look at him when he speaks. The corner of his mouth is tilted up just so, in that quiet, wonderful Jihoon way, and you can’t help but smile back. “Of course.”

It’s quiet between the two of you as you eat. You try not to think too much about it, but lately, sitting in silence around your friend has been almost unbearable. There’s just so much you want to say, especially after the other night. 

“How do you always know?”

You look at him again, eyebrows knitting together as you process his question. “Know what?”

He gazes at you for a moment, and the intensity of it has your neck flushing. Then he looks down at his plate again, and you remind yourself to breathe.   

For a second you think that there's something there, something hovering between you. You just don’t know what. 

“You always know when something’s up with me.”

You shrug, trying desperately not to show just how flustered you are that he’s noticed. “I’m an empath,” you offer, and Jihoon lets out a soft breath of laughter. He looks like he wants to say something else, but he doesn’t, and it almost feels like you’re both holding your breath now.

Neither of you had mentioned that night the week before. Though a part of you knows that it’s best to just let it be, another part of you almost wishes he’d brought it up. You’re so in love with him that it makes you nauseous, and you’re so aware of it. He’s all you think about, and you worry that if you don’t say it out loud soon, you’re going to explode during one of these quiet moments. You’ve tried so hard to ignore it, to push it down, but the feelings just won’t quit. 

And you have no idea what to do about it.

Y/N [4:12pm]: what’s my favourite music man up to?

You sniffle from your spot on your couch, curled up in your favourite fuzzy blanket. You’re miserable, despite your sunny sounding text. That’s your job, though, isn’t it? To be the happy friend? To pretend everything’s fine when it’s not?

You’d just gotten home from a grueling day at work. You’d been hoping that your roommate was home – not because you’d actually have told him you were upset, but because seeing his face makes your day brighter. But he’s not, and you’re alone. 

Jihoon-ah [4:34pm]: working. I’ll be late today

Y/N [4:35pm]: classic jihoon. guess I’ll just eat alone :(

Usually, Jihoon’s short texts don’t bother you, because you know him and you know he means nothing by it. It gets to you tonight, though, because all you want right now is for him to hold you. 

You wouldn’t ever ask him for it.

You selfishly wish that he would just know that you need him, but he doesn’t. He’s busy, and he’s not very affectionate at the best of times. The worst part of it all, though, is that deep down, you know he would do anything for you if you asked. But you won’t. 

It’s not his fault, you remind yourself. If you don’t tell people what you want, you can’t expect them to know. 

You’re in your room a couple of hours later, curled up as you watch an episode of your newest binge. You’d let yourself cry, let yourself feel everything even though it hurt, and now it was on to phase two: distraction. 

You’re so enthralled in your show that you don’t even hear the front door open and close. When a knock sounds at your bedroom door, you jump and sit up straight. The knock comes again, and you freeze.

“It’s me.”

Your eyes fall to your phone to check the time. You hadn’t expected him for another hour at least. You get up slowly, grimacing as you pass your reflection in the mirror, and move to open the door. He looks out of breath, almost as if he ran home, his eyes wide and his jacket still on.

“Jihoon?” You blink. “Why are you here? I thought you were working.”

“Can I come in?” He asks instead of answering. You step aside, trying to figure out why he’s home early — and why he’s knocking at your bedroom door. It’s quiet for a minute before you sit back on your bed, gesturing for Jihoon to join you. He does, hesitantly, and the room is so quiet that your heart starts to race a little. 

“Is everything okay?”

He takes a deep breath. “Are you…” He winces as he trails off, a hand lifting to run through his hair. He tries again. “Are you having a bad day?”

You blink at him for a moment, surprised. “Huh?”

“Seungcheol told me that you were having a bad day.” He looks embarrassed as he says it, and you remember that you’d told your mutual friend about your shitty boss’s latest antics at lunch. 

“Oh,” you manage, reminding yourself to scold Seungcheol later. 

“Yeah.” He takes a deep breath, almost as if he’s trying to ground himself, and then he’s pushing forward again. “So… Are you? Having a bad day?”

You debate lying so as not to worry him, but he’s looking at you so intently that you just know you can’t. You look down at your hands. “Kind of.” Your voice is quieter now, and you can feel his eyes on you.

“Okay.”

“Yeah.” It’s quiet, and you kind of wish to be swallowed whole.

“I wish you’d told me,” he admits. 

“It’s okay. I didn’t want to interrupt your… stuff.” 

He shakes his head, almost like he’s frustrated, and you wish — not for the first time — that he was a bit easier to read. 

“Your stuff is important to me, too,” is what he finally says, and you can feel how warm your face is getting. 

“I know, but it’s okay. It’s nothing big,” you try to reassure him. “I’ll get over it.”

Jihoon hums, and when you look over at him again, you find him with his hands clasped together in his lap as he leans forward. He still seems frustrated, but you’re not sure why. “I came home as soon as he told me,” he tells you, and your stomach flips. 

“You didn’t have to—“

“I’m sorry I’m bad at reading between the lines.” His interruption surprises you, and you blink back at him.

“Huh?”

Jihoon sighs, turning his body towards yours. “Even when I don’t tell you, you always know if I’m upset about something. I wish I was better at that, but I just get so focused and I don’t notice things. You know how I am.” 

“It’s okay, Jihoon,” you say again. “I can’t expect you to just know how I’m feeling.”

“Yeah,” he says slowly. His gaze on you is intense, his eyes wandering across your face, and you suddenly feel self-conscious. “I guess I just wish that you, and everyone else, would be more straight up with me.” 

You bite your lip. “I’m sorry.” 

He shakes his head quickly. “No. Don’t be sorry, just…” He takes in another breath. You’re holding yours. “Can you please tell me next time?” 

“I will. I just… don’t want you to worry about me.”

“You don’t have to be ‘on’ all the time,” he says. “Not with me.”

Your heart is ready to beat out of your chest. All you can do is say, “Wow, Jihoon, it kind of sounds like you care about me.”

When he responds easily with, “I do,” your mouth falls open a little. 

The soft tone of his voice is so tender, so serious. What surprises you even more is the way he’s avoiding your eyes now, hand scratching at the back of his neck. Is he… blushing?

“I want to be there for you,” he adds a moment later, and you think you must be dreaming. He straightens, meeting your eyes again, and your breath is caught in your throat. He searches your face for a moment before he says, “I’m bad at knowing when people need me. I know that. But I’m telling you that I want you to tell me when you need me, because I want to be there for you.”

“Jihoon…”

“Please tell me you understand what I’m saying.”

The room falls silent. Your mind is running a mile a minute as you process, but you know you have to take the risk — so you do.

Your fingers find his, a slow brush of skin against skin as you wait for him to make the next move. Your heart nearly beats out of your chest when he closes the gap, lacing his fingers through yours, and squeezes. 

“Yeah,” you whisper. “I understand exactly what you’re saying.”

“And?”

“I care about you too, Lee Jihoon. So much.”

“Yeah?” It comes out as a whisper, and you’re rewarded with a smile when you nod. 

“Yeah.” You flush, opening your mouth to speak again, but nothing comes out. Jihoon tilts his head as you play with his fingers nervously.

“What?”

“Can you… Would you kiss me?”

Jihoon’s smile widens, even though you can see the tips of his ears turning red in the dim light of your room. “I can do that,” he murmurs, his free hand finding your face, and your nervous inhale is quieted by his mouth on yours. 

It’s gentle and slow. It’s Jihoon, and he’s kissing you, and it’s everything you’ve ever wanted. 

When you pull away, you’re blushing. You let your forehead fall forward against his shoulder, and you can feel him laugh as his hand lifts to your back. 

“Do you want to talk?“ He asks gently. “About your day?” 

You shake your head no, moving back to look up at him as you say, “Don’t worry. My day is much better now.”

A/N: thank you so much to everyone for all the love on pov and idk! Here’s the third of our Thirteen Valentines. Nana Tour!Woozi has ruined my life as much as he has ruined yours. xoxo

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I'd love to hear more about your protective!Jan Jance one shot :)

So I explained about the fic and gave a snippet here, but as I said there's a chance it might become a 5+1. Possibly. If it did, this was an idea I had for a scene set earlier than the one in the last post. It's actually based on a chat we had a while ago about Nace's tattoos and the band's image during ESC:

“I heard what you said to Nace. About his tattoos.” Gregor blinks up from his phone at him. “What about it?” “I don’t get why he’d need to cover them up.” A frown crosses his face before realisation strikes. Then comes that familiar, friendly smile that’s starting to grate on Jan’s nerves with each passing planning meeting. “Ah, I think maybe you only heard half of what I was saying. I meant it would just be better if he didn’t draw attention to them. He only needs to cover them sometimes, or at least partially.” Jan shakes his head. “I don’t think he needs to, even then. They’re just tattoos.” “Jan, Eurovision is a huge audience. There are going to be all kinds of people watching, and with Joker Out set to appeal quite heavily to a teenage girl fanbase, we have to be mindful of these things.” Gregor sighs. “It’s not even them who might have a problem – it’s their parents who’ll be paying their phone bills when they vote or for future gig tickets. We don’t want any negative attention just because of the side man, right?” The words that were fighting to push out of Jan’s mouth shrivel and die in his throat. The side man. How many times had he used that phrase himself, back at the start? Even if it was before he met Nace, before he got to know him, he can still hear himself and all of them. Just for live shows. Some session guy. Supporting musician. He almost misses Gregor continuing. “Look, I promise you, he will have covered up for gigs before. He would have been aware he might need to when he chose to get them done somewhere where they’re so visible. It’s not like he shows them off when he’s on TV, right?” Gregor glances at his phone again, already distracted by another message. “Anyway, we can review if it’s decided that he’s going to be a more permanent fixture.”

Ask me about my WIPs!

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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favourite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers (if you feel like it, no pressure) Spread the self-love 💖

Ah thank you for sending this in!! @corporalicent also sent in the tag, so I'll do it for both here : ) Haha just looking at the fics I'm already feeling in a tough choice. 5 Fav Fics

The Protector of the Realm - a fic where the green kids are genderswapped, and M!Helaena as the only male is at the center of the conflict. - I am obsessed with it because it is my baby. I have so many plans and ideas for it, my genderswapped kids are literally my children. I could gush about it for hours, about how much the developments in this fic mean to me, but at the end - it's my labor of love, forever and always.

2. Chapter 2 of by thorned walls we bleed - a Helaena POV chapter about her internalizing her changing relationship with Aegon as their wedding comes closer. - this is, by far my best writing for OG Helaegon imo. I am genuinely so proud of this fic, I am mad I did it in a oneshot collection LMAOOO. really my favorite to reread.

3. A Flower of the Field - also in the genderswapped universe of TPOTR, but focuses on the birth of Jaehaerys and Jaehaera by F!Aegon II (through the lense of M!Helaena). This fic was so sweet to write. Like, there was something very healing about M!Hel stepping up as a husband and dad for the first time and have these two scared teens that brainrotted my head handling the birth together. Love me family fics, so it had to be here on its' own.

4. The Annulment (That Never Was) - Aegon III/Jaehaera fic about them finding they don't want to leave each other while in the process of annuling their marriage - a fic I was very hype to write! almost 9k of me being very indulgent and glad for it. I experimented a lot out of my comfort zone with this Jaehaera and Aegon's character interpertations and I was happy with how they turned out.

5. Headbutt Distance - Aeron Bracken/Davos Blackwood fic where they are mad at each other and end up being mad for each other and smooching - the Brackwood scene in the show really did remind me why I liked it to begin with, because I felt the tension and compelling elements of the story again. This was so fun to write and did very well and I'm still so happy I got the inspiration for it : )

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WIP Wednesday (but late again)

I'm not entirely sure how two days have passed since Wednesday, when I planned to post this. But anyway, here's an excerpt from the missing scene chapter of my ongoing superbat identity porn fic Love Triangles. No context really needed, except for that Bruce has picked Clark up in a bar, but neither of them know the other's identity. (FYI there's nothing explicit here yet!)

Wayne, unsurprisingly, had a driver.

“Well, I was hardly going to drive myself back from a bar, was I?” was all he said when Clark blinked at it dumbfoundedly. Wayne sent him a wink and added, “I’m a responsible citizen, after all.”

Wayne held open the door for him and gestured with a little flourish, as if Clark were a debutante heading off to her first ball and Wayne her gallant escort. As befit a proper young lady, Clark politely refrained from mentioning either of Wayne’s very public DUI charges and climbed in. The interior was predictably luxurious, plush leather and what was, unbelievably, real mahogany paneling. In a car.

How the other half lived, huh?

Wayne slid in after him and relaxed back into his own seat, loosened his tie, undid the top two buttons with a flick of his wrist. The effortless elegance in the gesture was almost more distracting than the inches of revealed skin around his collar bones.

“Just so we’re on the same page going into this,” Wayne was saying while Clark was still staring, “I have no expectations of you beyond tonight. I hope you don’t have any of me. Otherwise, I’d be happy to drop you off anywhere you’d like. Just say the word.”

Clark shook his head. “No. I, ah. I kind of assumed this was a…one night stand. That’s fine.” The words felt awkward on his tongue like this, as a thing happening to him and not to someone else. But Wayne seemed pleased enough with the response and gave the driver an address in central Metropolis.

Part of Clark had nervously expected Wayne to inch closer then, drape himself over Clark like he had at the bar; to crawl into his lap and whisper filthy promises into his ear. But Wayne remained a perfect gentleman, making polite conversation and all the right interested noises.

Clark couldn’t entirely tell whether he was disappointed or relieved.

It all felt so normal that Clark made it through the rest of the car ride, through the opulent lobby of the hotel, and all the way up to the entrance of Wayne’s suite before what he was about to do really hit him.

It was one thing to say, in theory, that he was going to have sex with someone he just met; it was a whole other thing to actually do it. Doing it meant actually doing it, kissing and touching, figuring out how much tongue was too much tongue and where to put his hands. What if he did it wrong? Not that he’d had any complaints before, but…but what if his ex-girlfriends were just being polite, for the several years they were together? Or what if he’d somehow forgotten how do this in the year plus since the last time he’d dated anyone?

He was distracted enough by the thought that he almost didn’t register Wayne taking his hand and tugging him into the elevator for the penthouse suite. But then the doors were sliding shut and Wayne was pressing him gently into the wall of the elevator, a hand cupping his jaw. He was close, close enough that Clark could see the gray flecks in his irises and faded scars along his jaw.

His breath caught in his throat. Wayne was watching him from beneath thick, dark eyelashes, his stare oddly penetrating.

“You seem nervous. Is this okay?” he asked softly.

Clark nodded. Wayne smiled. And then he was being kissed, a soft slide of lips and the gentle scrape of 5 o’clock stubble along his jaw.

It turned out that Clark didn’t need to worry about forgetting how to do this. His groan felt like a sigh of relief, a weight lifted, all that lingering anxiety dissipating with the simplicity of it all. He easily pulled Wayne closer, hands settling around his waist; angled his head to make the slide sweeter. Wayne chuckled against his lips and pressed closer, his free hand sliding up Clark’s back and gripping the fabric of his suit.

Distantly he heard the ding of the elevator arriving and Wayne was pulling away. Clark finally drew another breath. Wayne’s eyes were a touch darker than they had been.

“C’mon,” Wayne murmured and led him out of the elevator by the hand.

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akikasa fic recs part 3

Hope everyone’s year is Going Great (mine is Not)

i don't want to pick the moon (i want the moon to come to me) | PAIRING: RUI/TSUKASA, MIZUKI/ENA, AKITO/TSUKASA | Summary: "tsukasa thought that if he remained by rui's side and loved him, that one day rui would come to love him too. but rui already stopped his gaze on somebody, and that person was the brightest star tsukasa had ever laid his eyes on." | WARNINGS: Super Sad but we Get AkiKasa at the End L Rui Another W for AkiKasa | FINISHED | this is Mainly RuiKasa BUT THERE IS AKKS IN CHAP 2!!

a small tumble with a large concussion | PAIRING: AKITO/TSUKASA | Summary: "“oh, nothing.” she waved him off, before continuing. “akito always acted like this when he was younger, he always got clingy after an injury, no matter the size.” that’s.. actually really cute. ..as in!! really cute for his sister to remember that, obviously!! or, the sports festival race between mizuki and akito goes a little bit differently." | WARNINGS: Nothing Major, Mentions of Injuries tho! CLINGY AKITO EVERYONE CLINGY AKITO I REPEAT THIS IS NOT A DRILL!!! | FINISHED ONE-SHOT

this is like one of my sister's shoujo mangas but like, worse | PAIRING: AKITO/TSUKASA | Summary: "akito has a weird dream involving tsukasa and then he spiritually dies" | WARNINGS: Akito is a LOSER for his bf! | FINISHED 

Shooting Star | PAIRING: AKITO/TSUKASA | Summary: "“This is bad, isn’t it? Akito just groaned at the idea of cheesecake.” “Tsukasa-senpai would often bring him cheesecake for lunch.” “Ah. That explains that.” “No it doesn’t.” or; Akito confesses and it doesn’t go as planned. For the most part, at least." | WARNINGS: sick sick stupid FLUFF! Kinda Slowburn but other than that theres Really Nothing | FINISHED

piano akikasa | PAIRING: AKITO/TSUKASA | Summary: "He’s seen 𝘛𝘴𝘶𝘬𝘢𝘴𝘢 play the piano before - but that was different. That was when he was onstage. Regardless, he’s already passed him, therefore making it officially none of his business. The moment he hears Tsukasa play the piano, however, it felt like the wind was effectively knocked out of his breath and - 𝘰𝘩, 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬. 𝘋𝘪𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥?" (part 1) | WARNINGS: fics R Connected, you can Kinda read them on their Own but i Highly recommend you read from part 1-5 | SERIES

Let it Snow, Let it Snow, Let it Snow | PAIRING: AKITO/TSUKASA | Summary: ""Akito, I-um. I'm sorry. I can't leave the office tonight." His lover's voice record begins. Not listening to the whole recording yet, but Akito feels like wants to cry. "And I even need to cancel other plans tomorrow. I- I was devastated. I'm sorry. I am the only one that could be in the office tonight and tomorrow. Everyone... Well, they left early. So, I need to cover up things. Please don't wait for me. I've called Saki and others to accompany you, though! Hope you had fun celebrating Christmas Eve with them. Love you, Akito. Merry C-" He shut down his phone. Tossed it back on the sofa where he picks. He grips his hand hard. Feeling betrayed. Because this is the third time Tsukasa do the same thing to him. It was the same day. Same scene. Same voice recording of regret and apologies. Akito could not help but feel so sad. He has arranged everything. The Christmas tree, the presents for Tsukasa, the feast he cooked." | WARNINGS: angst with a Happy Ending. Cried Tears of Joy | FINISHED

wonderlands (no more) showtime | PAIRING: AKITO/TSUKASA | Summary: "Tsukasa plans on leaving Wonderlands × Showtime. He just needs a little push to make up his mind." | WARNINGS: STABBING, Major Character Injury, Accidents, Blood scene | FINISHED

until we meet again! / colorful stage stories | PAIRING: AKITO/TSUKASA, OTHER PAIRINGS AS WELL BUT MOSTLY AKKS | WARNINGS: Please look at the tags Before reading. This is a Series so there are Many fics and Some of my warnings will Not apply, so PLEASE look at each tag. also the First three fics are Connected i Cried fr ANON WHO ARE YOU I LOVE YOUR WRITING | SERIES

I said I love you, kitten. | PAIRING: AKITO/TSUKASA | Summary: "Tsukasa’s sister Kanade introduces him to the app she uses to communicate with her music circle, and comes across this ‘Chesecak🤤’ person, that he seemed to get along with. After a while, they grow very close and Tsukasa ends up becoming their Nightcord kitten. Chesecak🤤 seems to know everything about Tsukasa, but little did he know, Chesecak🤤 wasn’t just some random guy he found on Nightcord…" | WARNINGS: So Funny you will Cry FR!! it's actually Part of a Series where tsukasa is well. a Discord Kitten for diff charas.. | FINISHED

A Last Moment to Say (I Don't Want You to Leave) | PAIRING: AKITO/TSUKASA | Summary: "Fuck. Shinonome Akito is sitting in an alleyway, bleeding out. Fuck fuck fuck. His head is racing. It's hard to breathe. Everything hurts. Fuck, this was a mistake. Akito makes some stupid decisions and gets himself in load of trouble. Maybe more than he can handle." | WARNINGS: STAB WOUNDS, Major Character Injury, Major Character Death | FINISHED | did i Mention this Reminded me of that One yeetoldy art....iykyk

quiet nights alone | PAIRING: AKITO/TSUKASA | Summary: AkKs making out, author has stated this is not intended to sexualised them in the notes. ("‼️ I AM IN NO WAY SEXUALISING THESE CHARACTERS. I HAVE NO INTENTION OF SEXUALISING THEM. FOR ME, MAKING OUT IS NOT A SEXUAL ACT BUT IT MAY BE FOR SOME. THEY ARE NOT PERFORMING ANY SEXUAL ACTS IN THIS FIC ‼️") | WARNINGS: no warnings But fic is in Lowercase is that bothers you! this is Non-Sexual Intimacy, Non-Sexual Making out. idk if i have to Say this Again but in No Way was this Intended to be sexual (if it was Why would i rec it) | FINISHED

ill pick you flowers while you count the hours | PAIRING: AKITO/TSUKASA | Summary: "Working as the town florist was not an easy job for Akito. Though, seeing the King on his shop’s doorstep was among the last things he had expected to happen to him. “W-Welcome. Let me know if there’s anything I can help with.” He isn’t normally this polite, what’s wrong with him?" | WARNINGS: Nothing Major but Unreliable narrator is that Bothers you | FINISHED

The Feeling Called Love | PAIRING: AKITO/TSUKASA | Summary: "Shinonome Akito, was now working as an Auto Memory Doll, who is a ghostwriter that helps people write letters. Tenma Tsukasa, needed a love letter as lyrics for the climax part of his new opera." | WARNINGS: Mentions of war/military & Minor Character death, dialogue heavy if that Bothers you | FINISHED | yeah Shameless self promo because i Want clout

AkiKasa fic recs pt.1 AkiKasa fic recs pt.2

[darkpersonapeace]

20 questions for writers

I was tagged by my other half @wingsofescape for this and it sounds fun! (thank you babe, you made my shitty day a little better)

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

28 (I had to open my ao3 and check because, oh boy, since when I write that much?

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

274,269 (just found out there is a thing call "Statistics" so I don't have to count them one by one, ao3 is awesome)

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Mainly FMA! Very much Ed and Winry in different worlds but also, some cannon because FMA lives in my heart and mind, rent free, since I first watched fifteen years ago. I also wrote 2 fica for Arcane and 1 fic for The Witcher (but this one was a birthday gift)

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

resting on a knife, you heavy souls - 793 kudos (Arcane)

it's called home - 312 kudos (FMA)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I used to! I used to answer all of them and I love love comments and discuss about fics, but since last year I am emotionally unable to reply to the amazing comments I get! Maybe someday I'll return replying comments, but right now, I am loving to write the stories and just enjoy this bit.

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I think it's mercy, my love, or I'll crumble (FMA) because it's the only time I wrote a bittersweet/angst with no happy ending story.

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

Happiest ending? Pretty much all my fics, but if I'd to choose one, I'd say it's you drew stars around my scars because it ends with one of the best kissing scenes I ever wrote and:

Edward smirks, the light reaching his eyes. 

"I think that’s okay," He links their fingers and stares at her, his eyes shining, like the young man he has always been. "My heart has always been yours, anyway." 

or maybe war tangles the strings that binds us because there's is ANGST in there but in the end, they kind of end up together:

"You said prophecies always come to life. And the prophecy said Ed — the heir of the sun — would conquer the moon." 

Pianko hums and looks ahead. He follows her eyesight again and sees, like a secret spectator, the palpable love in front of them. 

Old Granny smiles again when Edward holds her granddaughter's hand, his fingers traveling against her cheek while Winry smiles the happiest smile Pinako has ever seen.

Pinako smiles wisely. "I think he already has." 

OR it's my canon au where Ed is a stay at home dad who ends up (unnoticed) adopting a young girl to teach her alchemy in keep your little heart warm:

"I saw you talking before, you are an alchemist, right?" The man says, pointing at Edward. "And a teacher?" 

Edward frowns for a moment, before staring at Amelia. She just raises her brows, challenging him to answer for real this time – he never does, he jests, dodges the question, leaves them talking about, but never an answer – but he just smiles, fondly at her. 

Edward takes a step closer, rubbing Amelia's head in the same fatherly way he does since she was ten. "Nah, I'm just a stay at home dad." 

So, yeah. Maybe all of them?

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Hmmm, sometimes. I deleted all the comments but I did receive like two or three angry comments but it was very clear they were sexist and just stupid, so I ignore them.

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

Oh, boy. Oh, BOY. DO I WRITE SMUT? so so, hear me out: it wasn't my plan to write that MUCH SMUT in my life, but as it turns out, here we are. I do very much write smut. A lot of it. Almost filthy smut, some may say.

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

Nope, never did and don't think I will.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Ah... I don't think so?

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

No, but I translate my all the time because English is not my first language lol

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

Mentally? All the time. @woahpip and @wingsofescape are the greatest writers in this place and they always help my write stuff.

14. What's your all-time favourite ship?

Oh, boy. Definitely Edward and Winry, but I do have some others that I will never write about.

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

The bodyguard au prequel! I wrote ten pages of that already, I'd love to finish but I don't think I will.

16. What are your writing strengths?

None? ASDABSBJHJH kidding, okay. Maybe write from the heart? I try to make my characters, in any universe, as human as possible. More than once I find myself rethinking dialogues because "no no, that person wouldn't answer like that, that's too fast". And perhaps the ability to write smut in a tender way? I focus more on what the characters are feeling than on the act itself.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

No matter how much I try, I'll never portray exactly what I want in my stories because language is a huge barrier. I understand English and I can write but I don't feel English, it's different. And grammar mistakes? Only writing when my brain wants to? Idk, there's a bunch.

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

LMAAAAAO, read the other answers, sometimes it's very easy! Sometimes it sucks because I don't feel the other language like I can feel mine (Babel Tower, I fucking hate you)

19. First fandom you wrote for?

FMA <3

20. Favourite fic you've ever written?

Oh, boy. Canon FMA Brotherhood, I'd say you drew stars around my scars. Alternative Universe? Right now, the bodyguard au, welcome to my cage, little lover

this was so FUN! <3 I'm tagging here @woahpip, @emmagency and anyone who wants to!

[jonsaslove]

for the fic writer questions 1-10

Thanks anon!

1 Do you prefer writing one-shots or multi chapter fics?

Both honestly. Multi chapters are often more satisfying because you get to tell a lengthy story, and interact with your readers more but one shots challenge you to tell a story in a compact amount of time with a high emotional impact.

2 Do you plan each chapter ahead or write as you go?

I'm definitely a planner, but my outlines are not super super detailed. With my WIP castling the king, I had a pretty solid outline from the start but I decide on the finer details as I go in order to flush out the main ideas I already have.

3 Describe the creative process of writing a chapter/fic

This is fun! I always start by outlining, and for me that looks like breaking up the chapter or fic into scenes. This can just be 1 or 2 sentences about what the fic is about, and then I write chronologically, I'll very rarely go out of order if inspiration really strikes me. Then I go back afterwards and edit things. I'm the type of person who can just write without stopping for anything for a few hours.

4 Where do you find inspiration for new ideas?

Everywhere lol. Music, shows, books, other fics, even gif sets on tumblr. Usually it's the smallest thing that strikes inspo for me!

5 Do you like constructive criticism?

I do...but I also think sometimes people do not understand the difference between constructive criticism and just criticism lol. Be nice to your fic writers, at the end of the day we are doing this for free and for our own enjoyment.

6 Do you have your work beta'd? How important is this to your process?

No, I never have. I don't know how common it is for fic writers to do this. That being said I do spend a lot of time editing my own work.

7 How do you choose which POV to write from?

Ah. It always depends on what story I want to tell. Usually it is from one or both POV of the characters I'm writing from. But when I'm writing longer stories for GOT especially, one of the things I love about the show and book is the breadth of the storytelling and how the world feels expansive so I will often include many secondary POVs.

8 Do you prefer the beginning, middle, or end of a story?

For long fics, definitely the middle. The beginning is exciting but intimidating knowing how far you have to go, and the end gets bittersweet because you know it's almost over.

9 Do you comment on stories you read?

About 75% of the time I try to yes! I know how nice it is to receive even simple comments.

10 Ctrl+f 'blinks' on your WIP and paste the first line that comes up

This is from the chapter I'm currently working on in castling the king.

Robb looks at his wife, blinking several times before looking back at Arianne. The Dornish princess does not falter, her smile stays fixed.

Thanks so much anon, if anyone else wants to ask any questions you can find the post here

[haztobegood]

⭐️ Annual Writing Self-Evaluation 2022 ⭐️

Thank you to @larrysballetslippers @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed @daggerandrose @jaerie @louandhazaf @loveislarryislove @beelou @jacaranda-bloom for tagging me! I’ve done this for the past few years and I love seeing how much I’ve grown as a writer each year! (2018, 2019, 2020, 2021)

1. Number of stories posted to AO3: 14

2. Word count posted for the year: 52,141

3. Fandoms I wrote for: One Direction, Music RPF (Lil Nas X, Orville Peck), Ted Lasso

4. Pairings: Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson, girl!Harry Styles/girl!Louis Tomlinson, Harry Styles/Ted Lasso, Harry Styles/Lil Nas X, Louis Tomlinson/Orville Peck, Niall Horan & Harry Styles

5. Story with the most: Kudos: Not Another Lonely Christmas Bookmarks: Not Another Lonely Christmas Comments: More Than a Mic Drop

6. Work I’m most proud of (and why): We're Getting Better With Time, I feel like this fic showcases how much I've grown since I've started writing. I learned a lot about pacing and adding relevant details while writing this one, and I've received so many wonderful comments on it.

7. Work I’m least proud of (and why): Good Dogs Don’t Bark, it was fun in the moment to share something inspired by Harry barking on tour, but it isn't something I put a lot of time and effort into, so it isn't very memorable to me compared to other things I posted this year.

8. Share or describe a favorite review you received: There were so many lovely comments all around this year, but one of the funniest was a tweet of someone complaining about my Harry/Ted Lasso fic Premier Fantasies that started off with "MY EYES MY EYES MY EYES OH GOOD LORD MY TIME HERE ON EARTH IS DONE." I feel like I've finally made it to a new tier of fic writer by writing something so unhinged that someone broke into all caps.

9. A time when writing was really, really hard: I don't remember a particularly hard time this year, but November and December were difficult just from the number of deadlines I had. I was luckily able to finish everything by their posting dates, but it was very stressful. I posted the Louis Rare Pair, 1D Christmas Fest, art for Reverse Bang, and a secret santa fic all in December.

10. A scene or character you wrote that surprised you: The entire plot of That's What I Want. I wanted to write a rare pair that hadn't been done before. I picked Harry/Lil Nas X and thought it would be fun to do an Mpreg fic. I couldn’t decide which one in the pair should be pregnant. I laughed so hard when I finally figured out a plot with both of them pregnant.

More under the cut.

11. A favorite excerpt of your writing: From We're Getting Better With Time

He turns out the light, leaving his tired reflection behind as he return to the bedroom to finish unpacking. It’s strange, trying to put back pieces of his life into this room that they’ve never fit into. Everything reminds him how little this house feels like a home. The half-filled closet, the dresser without any knickknacks on top, the bare walls. Even the bedding he’d bought was a boring striped pattern.

He was never meant to stay at this rental house long term. But it’s been eight months since his wife asked for a separation, eight months since he signed the lease on the first available furnished rental unit he could afford. The rental has standard beige walls, beige carpet, beige everything. It is a beige purgatory where he’d planned to wait out the final judgement on his thirty-three years of marriage.

The ink on the divorce papers has been dry for six weeks now, and yet he hasn’t thought about buying a house of his own once.

12. How did you grow as a writer this year: My descriptions and details have improved a lot. While writing We're Getting Better With Time, I had sort of an ah-ha moment. I got frustrated because I kept thinking that the story would be told better if I could write a long slowburn fic, but I didn't have time for that because it was for a fest. Instead, I thought about all the elements I'd want if I were writing the long fic, like Harry's relationships with his ex-wife and children, or to show the difference between the home his ex-wife kept and the house Harry was renting temporarily. I got creative and found new ways to slip those details into the story without adding chapters of backstory or filler.

13. How do you hope to grow next year: My goal last year was to finish some of my longer wips. I definitely didn't do that this year, and the longest fic I posted was under 8k. Longer works are a bit intimidating for me, but I still want to finish the bigger ideas I have in my wip folder.

14. Who was your greatest positive influence this year as a writer (could be another writer or beta or cheerleader or muse etc etc): The 1D Rare Pair group chat is always so encouraging for trying out new pairings! I branched out with some brand new pairs this year, with Harry/Ted Lasso in Premier Fantasies, Harry/Lil Nas X in That's What I Want, and Louis/Orville Peck in It's All Come and Go.

15. Anything from your real life show up in your writing this year: Oddly, I wrote three fics this year that mention pancakes/waffles, and they were never eaten at breakfast. This was completely unintentional, but makes a lot of sense, as pancakes at dinnertime is one of my favorite meals.

16. Any new wisdom you can share with other writers: Stop editing your first draft. It is a lot harder to edit properly when you don't have the full picture. Try getting your idea onto the page first, then perfect it later.

17. Any projects you’re looking forward to starting (or finishing) in the new year: I have a the start of a prequel for Hex Appeal that I'm hoping to post for @wankersday. I also want to work on my Girl Direction Covid Island fic and my Zouis spy fic.

18. Tag some writers whose answers you’d like to read. @zanniscaramouche @kingsofeverything @quelsentiment @ladyaj-13 @littleroverlouis @uhoh-but-yeah-alright @beelou @allwaswell16 @fallinglikethis @reminiscingintherain @lululawrence @disgruntledkittenface @justanothershadeofblue

[warrioreowynofrohan]

If given the chance, I would love to ask all the questions because there is honestly so much I wanted to ask of you and I love your metas. But um 5, 10, 17, 27, 29, if it's alright? ヾ(≧▽≦*)o

Yay! thank you! fun!

27. Is there a fic you were nervous to post/share? Why?

I was nervous about the reactions to chapter 6 of Ashes because people can be so bad about Elwing - I’ve seen some fics with positive portrayals of her get comments bashing her - but happily everyone was good about it!

The other one I was nervous about is one that I was so nervous about I didn’t post it under my own AO3 handle (also becase it falls under quesion 26, something you wouldn’t want your family to see; not that family or any other non-fandom people who I know IRL know the name of my AO3, but currently it’s at the level where if someone did find it it would be embarrassing but not catastrophically mortifying). You absolutely don’t need to look at it if it’s not your thing - it’s basically Daeron/Maglor smut that I posted anonymously.

5. What’s a fic idea you’ve had that you will never write?

I answered the above question first because my mind came up with a lot of followup on the smut fic - first with something that would be quite long, very serious and angsty, and, if not gen, largely gen-focused in its emphases, about what it would look like if Maglor did turn himself in and was put on trial by Gil-galad. It’s less a standard trial - given that the facts of what he did are not in question - and more a Truth-and-Reconciliation-esque scenario providing an opportunity for his victims to be heard and deal with their trauma, as well as involving Gil-galad (who, while recognizing that in impartial terms it was good for Maglor to do this, would much rather not have had the situation dropped n his lap) dealing with the thorny question of what to do with him. The relationship betwen Maglor and Elrond is also fraugt (more like the one in Raised by Wolves than the one in Ashes).

Then, following that fic, additional ideas that are basically more Daemags D/s smut and continuing relationship over the long term, with a few ideas for events during the second-age wars with Sauron.

All of this was just my brain running wild - I haven’t written a single word of it and don’t plan to.

17. What’s something you’ve learned about while doing research for a fic?

I have done almost no research for my fics 😂! I am very lazy about any worldbuilding based on real-world stuff. I think the only time I ever did was some cursory checks on Wikipedia about Mongolian culture and archery for Traitor.

29. Share a bit from a fic you’ll never post OR from a scene that was cut from an already posted fic. (If you don’t have either, just share a random fic idea you have that you don’t plan on getting to.)

Scene cut from the first chapter of Ashes (after Elrond asks the Valar for Maglor to be allowed to return) because the accompanying conversation wasn’t coming together for me.

Elrond’s next conversation on the subject of his petition was a good deal less pleasant. He returned to his home from a walk one day to find two people who were not quite soldiers, but made a good impression of it, wearing something that was not quite armor, but very much like it. They bowed as minimally as possible and said, “The king would like to speak with you.”

“Ah. I take it I am being invited to speak with my grandfather? [I’m headcanoning that elves omit all the ‘greats-’ in relationships due to the large number of them, given immortality - or, more likely, have specific words of various degrees of ancestry/relationship. Anyway, it’s Thingol.]

“ ‘Invited’ would be one word for it.”

“Summoned?”

“That would be nearer the mark. ”

Please feel free to ask anything else that interests you!

[mundrakan]

Writers' Ask

Thank you so much for the ping @tracingpatternswrites, I am happy you thought of me :)

1. How many works do you have on ao3?

Stand today 272, but taking part in Kinktober means, tomorrow it will be one more.

2. What's your total ao3 word count?

1,635,079. I am secretly embarrassed about it.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

My two mains are Harry Potter and Witcher, but I have tried out several fandoms by now and am myself wondering what will stick.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

I died but I got better (Old Guard AU longfic with a lovely mute Nicky)

Opposites attract (Harry Potter: Harry/Regulus post-war, the "other" 8th year fic)

The Spin (Harry Potter: Harry/Theo A soft dom Theo AU, that would not have been finished without the encouragement of a fandom friend)

Half a Soul (Harry Potter: James/Tom Soulmate AU)

Happy Birthday Sweet Sixteen (Harry Potter: Sirius/Harry, a festfic for the HP incest fest of last year)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Yes, often before the ink is dry. I love giving and receiving comments and I know how happy I am to chat with authors, so I give my readers the same chance. Not to mention that I have found fandom friends that way.

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

Uh... Ah... Angstiest? That's really hard to tell, because I am a very angsty writer, but I'd say, there's a tie between Window of Opportunity and Guilt and Shame, the latter contains more death and destruction, but it's labeled Shakesperean tragedy, so you kind of expect it. The former... hits harder.

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

I'll go with Wisdom of the Beast, because it's one of very few of my fics that's not just "good enough" but "all is well"

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Surprisingly little. I write some wretched stuff, but it seems, people have come to expect that, so I generally have readers who like it.

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

Yes. Very much. Often D/s, many kinks, sometimes funny, but never just by itself. I always have to say something with it. Just the mechanics are boring.

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

The closest I have come to a crossover is my Criminal Triad AU, where I borrowed the world of Blacklist for my Harry Potter characters.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Twice by now. I have two unauthorized translations out there, one in Russian, one in Spanish. And there is nothing I can do about it.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

See above.

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

Not yet. I plan one, a big one, but... our time constraints make it difficult.

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

Snack. Enemies to lovers on speed. Though lately I savour a good Fenrir/Sirius as well.

15. What's a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

SO MANY. But the most pressing is an original I have about 70 percent written. The parts I have are good, but.... will I ever fill the gaps?

16. What are your writing strengths?

Description, dialogue, destruction ;)

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Fighting scenes and (those who know, know) punctuation.

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

I use it occasionally. I am fluent in 2 languages and know snippets of a few more, but I would never do it without a native to help.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Depends. If you count RPG summaries it's Star Wars. In my teens my group created their own canon so far from what it is now, it was practically a whole new world. Officially "The Old Guard". It brought me to English writing and to AO3

20. Favorite fic you've written?

Oh... that's a hard choice. I lean towards When in doubt, because it has an important topic, I did a lot of research and work for it and it turned out beautiful. Wolfstar lovers will hate it though... :(

Without pressure I ping @whataboutthefish, @kazuza-art, @metalomagnetic

[creativia10]

The Merits of Scientist Lab coats

Logan was preparing how he would want a Crofter's commercial to go, for if he gets the chance to share. Janus comes in while Logan is practicing to flirt with him.

Warnings: suggestive themes

Relationships: Logan/Janus

Wordcount: 1405

Notes: Loceit Week 2023 Day 5 Philosophy/Science (I chose science) Sorry this is late. I don't know if I'll have any more for @loceitweek as I only decided this week to write this one. The topic this week has inspired me though. I may write other Loceit fics, like maybe for the multifandom pride prompts I've been attempting (which will also be late).

Logan looked around at his setup with a nod. It wasn’t much, but it was perfect for what he was going for. Logan had been preparing in his head what kind of commercial he would have proposed for Crofters. If it ever came up that was.

He cleared his throat and smoothed out his lab coat. Logan then waved a hand at the nearby whiteboards to write out what he said. It would look better to be handwritten in real time for the actual thing when he showed the others. This was just for practice though.

He held up the crofters’ jar, presenting it to where he knew the camera would be. Logan had been listing helpful facts about the jam for a minute and a half when he heard someone go,

“Hmm.”

Logan stopped and looked in that direction. He hadn’t thought anyone was in here. To his surprise, Janus was sitting nearby, smirking at him.

Janus clapped.

“What a well-done presentation, Logan. I apologize for interrupting you. It was not my intention.”

Logan frowned at the other, unsure about that. Logan cleared his throat and set the jar of jam off to the side.

“Janus. I did not expect you in here. Did you need something?”

Janus hmmed again and stood up. He stretched languidly, bringing attention to his different outfit of choice. Then he started to walk over to Logan.

“Noo, not necessarily. Perhaps I just wanted to hear you ramble on intelligently about something of interest to you,” Janus said with a smirk.

Logan’s eyes widened. Janus walked closer to Logan, who then coughed to the side. Logan hadn’t expected anyone to actually want to hear him spew facts like that. The others had always acted like it was a necessity that nobody actually liked.

“I-is that so?” Logan cleared his throat again. He was usually so much better at holding his composure than this. Janus had simply caught him off guard by saying so.

“And the outfit?” Logan asked, gesturing to Janus’ new getup.

Janus was wearing a lab coat, like Logan’s own. Except he had a yellow shirt peaking out where Logan’s typical polo was similarly visible. Janus was also wearing safety goggles as well.

Janus hummed again, stepping even closer.

“Maybe I just wanted to match the vibe of your setup, hm? I think the scientist look works, don’t you?” He asked with a playful smirk.

“Ah well, yes. Of course, it works,” Logan started,

“I had the lab coat set up for this scene to show safety was a priority. And how the production of Crofters would be hygienic. Of course, we wouldn’t be near anything that would be a contamination concern anyways, as it is more for the aesthetic of the commercial.”

Janus sighed at that.

“Logan, I’m not doubting the merits of wearing a lab coat here. I know you have good plans for these things,” Janus said.

“You do?” Logan asked.

“Mhmm,” When Janus was close enough, he reached over and started toying with the lapels of Logan’s lab coat.

“I just think the whole scientist look, with the lab coats, works for us. Aesthetically, as you would say. I certainly appreciate intellectual looks,” Janus said with that smooth voice of his.

“O-oh,” Logan said. Janus’ fingers were warm where Logan could feel him brushing against his coat. Amidst messing with the lapels.

 Logan found he didn’t mind it, even if it was unexpected. Nobody got this close to him.

Janus leaned in.

“Did you want to keep going? I wouldn’t be opposed to assisting you.” Janus said.

Logan hesitated. He was sufficiently distracted now. Admitting such a thing felt embarrassing though.

“Uh, well,”

“Or did I throw you off your vibe?” Janus asked.

 Logan really needed to add that word to his slang vocab. He was hearing it a lot more now.

“I wouldn’t say you threw me off. I am physically right where I was when I started. I also knew I would be presenting this in front of others at some point. Theoretically, I should be fine.”

“Theoretically?” Janus asked with a knowing smile.

“Uh, well,” Logan wasn’t sure what he should say here. Janus hmmed.

“It’s okay if I distracted you, Logan. I am well aware you didn’t expect me to be here,” Janus said.

“How did you know I would be here anyways?” Logan asked.

“I didn’t originally,” Janus continued. “But I was bored and I overheard you as I passed this room amidst my wandering. Figured I could learn something and maybe have some fun. Which I definitely have.”

Janus was smirking again, which e often did.

Logan blinked. “Oh? You were enjoying my presentation?”

“Of course,” Janus said, “Although, I have more fun interacting with you.” Janus paused in his teasing to lightly poke Logan in the chest.

“I-is that so?” Logan asked.

Janus winked at him in response.

“Why are you interacting with me in this way?” Logan asked.

“Because it’s fun, as I said,” Janus continued, “Is that alright?”

“I suppose,” Logan said.

Janus frowned slightly and stepped away.

“Logan, I know you’re not the best at admitting to your wants, but you need to be clear about how you feel about my teasing. It’s no fun if I am actively making you uncomfortable. I get a hard enough time from the others. About whether I actually respect personal boundaries.”

Logan blinked at that.

“Wouldn’t that be more of a concern from Remus than you?” Logan asked. Janus sighed and shrugged. Logan frowned but nodded.

“I see what you are saying. I would not want to make things worse for you.”

“Logan, it’s not about that,” Janus said. “You are not responsible for anything that affects me except your own actions. Which you are fine with at this point by the way. Nothing else should be a factor in stating your boundaries. Aside from what you are comfortable with.”

Logan nodded again. He knew Janus had a point.

“Right, of course.”

But then came the harder part of admitting he didn’t mind Janus’ actions, because what would that mean next?

“It’s okay if you don’t know, Logan,” Janus said with a more genuine smile this time.

“I should have asked earlier anyways. I just like to be playful, you know how I am.”

Logan supposed he did. Although Logan saw this side more when Janus was around Logan now.

Logan took a breath. He was curious though where they could go from here. Logan was definitely one to seek after knowledge. Even in the case that it could affect his personal relationships, though not in a bad way.

“I…did not mind, Janus,” Logan said, not meeting the other’s eyes. He figured he should have at least looked at Janus while admitting so. But it was harder than he expected for some reason. Plus, Logan could feel his cheeks warming.

After a moment, Janus stepped up to Logan again.

“You are sure?” Janus asked.

Logan nodded.

“Yes. I am just…not used to admitting such things.”

Janus hummed again before reaching forward again to trace his fingers against Logan.

“That’s okay, Logan. It can be a process. It does make me wonder if you would prefer moving slower than I had in mind then.”

Logan’s breath caught, and he got himself to look at Janus in the face then. Janus looked back at him.

“I would like to know what you mean, first. And, I’m sorry if my need for clear wording changes the uh ‘mood’ at all, as the twins have told me in the past.”

Janus gave him a soft look at that and shook his head.

“Logan, you are not ruining anything. I know who you are. How do you know I don’t get hot and bothered by more words anyways?”

Logan narrowed his eyes in confusion.

“Hot and bothered? I certainly wouldn’t want you to be uncomfortable at all, that doesn’t sound pleasant. Should we get some air in here?”

Janus threw his head back in a laugh. Then he suddenly gripped his fingers around the coat lapels and pulled Logan against him. The breath from Janus’ lips brushed Logan’s own as he said,

“How about we head up to my room and I show you what I really mean by that?” Janus asked.

Logan’s breath stuttered.

“Okay,” Logan choked out.

[leavingautumn13]

Fanfic Writer Asks: 4, 5, 13, 21, and 24

[fic writer asks]

4. How many WIPs do you have right now?

what becomes of the brokenhearted: longform fallout 4 nick valentine/sole survivor drama, romance, and gratuitous violence. will hopefully be updated soon.

eye of the storm: pokemon emerald general fic. still in pre-production. planning went wildly off the rails and i'm trying to beat the outline into something that makes sense thematically.

[unnamed oneshot]: pokemon omega ruby general fic. 1000% about the power of friendship. an absolute sapfest. desperately in need of a title. almost finished!

5. What’s a fic idea you’ve had that you will never write?

this is completely buckwild, but we all know i'm unwell about pokemon now, so i'll just jump into it. i'm cringe but i'm free. back in 2017 when i was in the middle of my first breakdown about pokemon oras, ultra came out, and introduced a canonical alternate universe where somebody fucked up so badly the planet had to be evacuated. because i was in the throes of omega ruby induced brainrot, i immediately decided i needed to make a fic where all of my favorite characters had to deal with the fallout of that. multiverse shenanigans ensued. may got into an argument with an alternate universe version of herself. it was fun, it was bonkers. it had no plot at all.

hell, i have a board for it on pinterest and a playlist too. here ya go.

13. How much planning do you do before writing?

do you want to see a picture of my planning document for wbotb? yeah you do.

this is just the first two acts.

i only do this for long form fics though; for other projects like the oneshot i just wing it, write as i go, and trust my beta reader and my own instincts to keep me on track.

21. Have you ever deleted an entire scene after spending hours laboring over it? If so, why?

ugh. yes. i deleted the entire intro for the oneshot i'm working on. i was 400 words in and had about three times that planned. it turned out i was going to rehash a lot of it in the rest of the fic, so it was redundant and messed with the flow. it also made the tone a lot darker. ah well. i got to call back to it a couple of times, so it's nice to have it for consistency's sake if nothing else.

24. Share a moodboard for (one of) your current WIP(s).

i still have never made a moodboard in my life. here's a scene from eye of the storm though. tw for blood under the cut.

[theashemarie]

5, 7, 13 for the writer asks!

5. What’s a fic idea you’ve had that you will never write?

Honestly, I pretty much always write whatever I come up with, but while I was on a Leverage binge I wanted to write a rottmnt heist fic, but shelved it because it required coming up with… y’know… a heist. Also a rottmnt/H*rry P*tter crossover, but I’ll never write that, obviously

7. How many ideas for fics do you have right now?

Ah, right now… Eight, but I counted the two that will never get written, so six, including the three I have posted right now. Usually I have a couple ideas in the pipeline, but I’ve been consumed by one idea for over a month now and it hasn’t left room for anything else.

13. How much planning do you do before writing?

It depends on the fic, but honestly I usually like to have a solid idea of the initial conflict(s) and see what happens from there. Generally, I want to have an idea of what the ending will be (in loose terms) as well, but I hate having anything more solid than that for the middle. I’ll loosely outline MAJOR (and i mean major) plot beats so I know what I’m working toward, but I usually work more with anchor scenes (scenes I plan chapters around) than any sort of outlined arc.

For example, for The Old College Try, I know whereabouts the fic is going to land, and I knew what I wanted to grapple with (education vs. instincts, knowledge vs. wisdom, masking, body dysmorphia, identity, leadership, etc.) but not necessarily how it would manifest. Originally the fic was supposed to be a twoshot, but we see how that turned out haha.

And for this new fic I’m working on (tentatively called Time Capsule), I want to make sure everything is TIGHT so I’m trying to get it all written before I start posting. I know a LOT about where it’s going and how we get there, the character beats, the ending, the middle, the arc… I don’t know EVERYTHING because I have to leave my brain room to explore while writing, but it’s already mostly planned.

I find both styles of writing very rewarding, but my eternal, everlasting, and unchangeable flaw is that I never ever write any planning down. I just keep it all in my head. And I regret it every time.

[urne-buriall]

here's hoping you're up for some ask game qs..? i'm so keen to know more about your stuff. for Sumer Camp Chitaqua (from that ask game you've rbelogged in the past): #3 (photos/movies/real places that inspired the location?) #12 (missing scenes you couldn't fit in?) also curious whetehr you've ever been to summer camp and whether you wove some of your personal memories into the narrative <3

ah yes, you bet! always game for these kinds of asks

3. How did you find the visuals for this fic? Is there a method you have?

there was a lot of Wet Hot American Summer inspo, which I watched as a teenager back when there was a real dearth of gay media and which I still find a hilarious movie. Wes Anderson's Moonrise Kingdom was another one I revisited, given that he has a very nostalgic and quirky aesthetic that captures the feeling of summer when you're young (the sun so bright, the forest so big, the thunderstorm so vivid). since I was paired with an artist for this fic, I put together a folder of images I'd scrounged up that summoned the way it all looked in my head. Flora did such a great job with the art that I never thought of making a moodboard for the fic. if people are interested, I can throw together a little collage with the pics I have saved...

12. Was there a scene you wished you could have included? Why didn't it fit in?

I wrote this fic in a such a rush because I had very little time before the pinefest deadline (due to: shooting myself in the foot and deciding "our lights in ashes" was too weird for any artist and also I couldn't wait till February/March for posting). so I knew I had to keep things snappy and I don't have any cut scenes, BUT I will say that sometimes I thought about whether the Ghostfacers could cause more mischief. I also wanted to include more of the Wayward Sisters, especially their stunt show which definitely involved skateboarding through a flaming hoop. when I'm writing, though, I develop a sense of pattern and balance to the story and try to intuit where I should spend more time, where I should just use a few words to skate through to the action. so even though there are scenes people might've liked, such as Dean and Cas' date at the end of week 5, I never planned to write it because it would've been chapter 5½, fitting too awkwardly between chapters 5 & 6. perhaps if I had given myself more time it could've been a longer story, but summers are always too short and typically pass with things left undone, and we pine for what could have been

dealer's choice: summer camp résumé

I went to an overnight camp for a few summers when I was a kid and that place definitely influenced the story, down to the cabin names. the camp wasn't actually far from home because I grew up in a rural area next to a few popular beach towns that came to life in the summer. lots of canoeing, archery, complex camp challenges, nightly bonfires, the whole bit. actually, the building that Cas teaches in, "The Pines," is there as a play on the @deancaspinefest name, but that was the real name of the beautiful crafts building on the other side of a very tranquil pine forest. there were also lots of day camps during my childhood summers and in a few of my student jobs I ran day camps for kids. so writing this fic was just a matter of summoning up the most picturesque shades of that experience

ask game

[dewdropreader]

3, 5, & 8 for the new years writing ask!! Happy new year :)

3. Do you anticipate writing for a new fandom this year? Which one?

I have no idea! It’s definitely possible but I have no plans for any other fandoms at the moment! I’ve definitely had ideas for other marvel fandoms (especially crossovers with Loki characters but also others being involved) but other than a vague idea I jotted down for Sylvie and Peggy Carter meeting I don’t have any planned fics for other fandoms!

If I had to predict, the only one I could imagine is if my rewatches of Steven Universe allow that show to dig it’s claws back into me lol. I wrote a few snippets for things when I was like 17-18, after I’d stopped writing/posting fics officially but had short little scene ideas I wanted to write down. I adore that show still but I’m not at peak obsession/interest like I am with the Loki fandom! But we’ll see! It’s always possible that something like that (or maybe even season 2 of Our Flag Means Death?!) could inspire me enough to write something else!

5. Which WIP is first on your list to complete this year? Will you post a snippet?

I have a few that are first up! The main one is my 5+1 Christmas/New Year fic, I need to finish that soon so it’s not *too* far beyond the holidays lol. I’m a bit over half done and it’s short little sections so hopefully soon! Here’s a little preview!

Sylvie shrugs and starts tearing into the present, the goofy mustache themed wrapping paper being shredded effortlessly. She pulls out a long piece of fabric, bright green and covered in a slightly gaudy combination of gingerbread cookies, candy canes, Santas, snowflakes and reindeer. Holding it up in front of her and shaking it out reveals a long fleece onesie.

Loki gives an exaggerated frown that doesn’t stick as he lets out a laugh. “Shall I guess what mine is?” Loki gestures to his identical package.

“I have one too,” Mobius grins, cheeky and way too proud of himself. He clearly knows that his two much more stylish partners aren’t taken by the loud patterned pajamas, but when he’d seen them at the store he couldn’t resist.

“We’re meant to wear them and, ah, ‘twin’, are we?” Sylvie smirks slightly, her eyebrow raised.

“Triplet, yes. And I have more for the other Lokis when they come over tomorrow. Croki included.”

8. Is there a story idea in your mental vault that you’ve never been brave enough to try writing? Is this the year? Can you tell us about it?

It’s not fully in the vault, as I do have a bunch of notes and planning and even a few snippets for it, but it has been dragged along for a while and beyond what I have on the page there has been an insane amount of just sitting and thinking about it trying to sort it out in my brain and make it click! And that would be my Boastful Loki fic! In the vein of having written origins and/or rescues for the other void Lokis, I’ve wanted to tackle Boastful’s story for so long. I have a whole document of outlines and notes from conversations with people like @insert-witty-user-name-here where we discussed ideas and thoughts, all trying to build to the full fic, but it just hasn’t come together yet. Because we know so little about him (barely a personality beyond a few traits and no backstory) there are so many directions it could go, and I already have the main event that causes his deviation (briefly hinted at in “In the Middle of the Night”) but deciding exactly how I want the story to unfold to make it as impactful and fitting as I want, it’s just not there yet 😅 I hope this is the year it finally gets done!! I’m not sure if it’d be better or worse to finish it before Season 2, it’d be nice to solidify it with my own ideas but there’s a possibility he could show up again and we’d get some canon stories for him 🤔 Ideally I’d like to finish before summer/season 2 but we’ll see lol. Even if not the origin, I do have some plans for Boastful to show up and get some more time to shine in the found family series!!

Thank you for the ask!! ☺️