#but once again i took a short scene that was originally 800 words

[irrigos]

man i gotta get back to working on book of red murder... (YES i make this same post at least once a week let me LIVE) (i have to keep posting about it so you all remember it exists. and also so i remember it exists)

[starchild--27]

(obviously i don't own that pic. Chanyeol might, or Acqua di Parma -bless them- or W Korea, who knows, not me.)

word count: 775

pov: gender neutral reader

just almost 800 words of me being madly in love with Chanyeol. Have fun with this dreamy piece of nothing but cheesy fluff ♡ (originally uploaded: oct 20, 2019; updated on nov 5, 2021)

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The quiet sound of rain softly falling against the glass of the window was the first thing you noticed when you woke up. It has always given you a very special feeling, one you weren't sure you could name, but that let you know that in moments like this planet earth revolved around the sun a little slower than usual, that the concept of time was irrelevant for a little while.

Lazily, you opened your eyes, eyelids fluttering in attempts to get used to the dull light, taking in the room in the dimmed brightness of the morning sun. Taking him in, who breathed out air in little huffs next to you, still fast asleep, barely covered with his blanket anymore. Or by the knitted cardigan he had fallen asleep in. He must have moved around in his sleep a lot to be entangled in the sheets like this, vivid dreams dancing beneath his eyelids. Maybe he would tell you about them once he was awake.

But now, his features looked relaxed, strands of messy hair fell into his face, lips slightly parted looking so soft and warm that wanting to kiss him was an inevitable urge you had to push down for a little longer not to wake him already. So, you just laid next to him, making out every of his details for the thousandth time. The moles on his nose and jaw, the slight dryness of his lips, how his eye lids twitched a little, caught between the realms of dreams and wakefulness – you couldn’t take your gaze off of him no matter how often you had seen this scene already.

Automatically, you froze for a second when he shuffled around in the sheets, re-arranging his sleeping position to something more comfortable, flat on his belly, his arm resting beneath his head. A heavy breath left his slightly pouting lips before he stilled again, his back softly rising and falling as oxygen entered his body, a movement so light and small and still, it was mesmerizing.

In the end, you could not tell how many minutes had passed while you were simply watching him in his sleep. It could had been days and you would never have noticed. The only thing you knew, was how desperately lost you were in the way he breathed the same air as you did, in how you took up space so close to each other, how easy it was to just pause the world when it came to share moments with him, how gently his golden skin contrasted the snow white of the blankets and sheets as he was more or less huddled in them.

The deep longing to touch him, to let your fingers glide over his warm and smooth skin, swept over you again, slowly taking over your thoughts until you gently reached out for him. First the short hair near his neck, fine hair against your fingertips, moving down the warm, delicate skin of his neck, down to pet the softness of his wide shoulders, drawing circles upon each of his shoulder blades and arms, bumping over the faint definition of his muscles, subtly hidden in his relaxation, making your mind wander to the uncountable times these arms hugged you tight, wrapping you in warm safety and love, in the feeling that with him you would never be alone.

Sloppy lines marked the way your hand moved down his spine, gently brushing the skin of his back, letting his warmth enter your body through your cold fingers, mapping out all the spots that gave in to the lightest touch and the sturdy lines of his ribcage, following them along to caress his sides-

You felt his muscles tensing beneath your touch, his body slowly shifting around; a clear sign he would wake up any minute. With a content smile on your lips, your fingers wandered up again, stroking the long wisps of hair out of his face, letting the digits of your hand rest in the soft mess on his head, watching as he slowly opened his eyes, heavy and swollen with sleep, silently blinking at you with a still tired look but a peaceful warmth within the darkness of his irises. It took him a moment to clear his mind from sleepiness before he smiled back at you, unmatched brightness shining from the happy features spreading over his face.

Time just didn’t matter this morning as you laid there, glancing at each other, your fingers in his hair and his hand softly brushing your cheek. The only sounds to hear were the rain, our breaths, and your quiet whisper “Good morning, Chanyeol.”

[fortysevenswrites]

2019 A Year In Fic

According to my AO3 stats, I wrote 75,129 words this year.

Coming in to 2019, I planned to write 0 words. So, that’s wild.

Many of you don’t know this, but from 2015 to the end of 2016, I spent every inch of my free time working on an original fiction manuscript that I intended to see published. But then, 2017 happened, and my family imploded. Because so much of what I was working on was tied to my family’s bullshit, I haven’t been able to touch my manuscript. Thanks trauma, you’re a bitch.

But in February of this year, I started actually noticing those Kastle gifs from TPS1.11 in my dashboard, the infamous elevator scene, and finally decided to see what that’s all about. Took me long enough, I know.

And writing for Kastle, along with being a lot of fun, has also helped me re-learn how to write fiction. And that’s going to help once I get back into my manuscript, which IS going to happen in 2020, because it’s been long enough and I can’t—I won’t—let me family and it’s epic fuck-up stop me from getting what I want.

It also needs to be said that none of this would have happened had @ck90 not started cheerleading my way back into writing, courtesy of her story, I See Heroes, which is one of my favorite Kastle AUs.

In honor of the end of 2019, I wanted to give a little BTS commentary about the fics I wrote this year:

I Wouldn’t Know Where To Start (One-shot, 6,644 words) All of this happened because @ck90 dedicated Death Was an Invited Guest, which is an absolute delight of a post TPS2 romp, to me. I love me a good fix-it, and I Wouldn’t Know Where To Start is exactly that. Some TPS1 callbacks, some expanded interactions between two characters who briefly met during TPS2, and Louboutins. What more could you want?

There Is No Easy Way To Explain (One-shot, 4,436 words) Part 2 of the These Shoes Are Made ForWalking ‘verse, came about because of that throwaway line in Part 1 about Marci being convinced that Karen had a secret boyfriend. The idea of Marci finding out about Karen’s relationship with Frank, and about Matt being Daredevil was just something I could not pass up, especially after reading chapter 7 of @the-restless-brook’s BRILLIANT story Carrying.

And World Peace (5 Chapters, 30,631 words) My first long-fic that I’ve written in YEARS, this was a birthday gift for @nxbodygoesafterher, which took me about a million and a half years to write. Having Karen embody Agent Grace Hart was a lot of fun, as was adapting the movie to be a little less—early 2000s ew, you know? One of my favorite parts was the relationship between Karen and Billy, and this fic is probably going to be the first and only that sees Billy as not being a villain. Because I have plans in future fics, and none of them are going to look kindly on Mr. Russo.

After (One-shot collection, 4,585 words) This collection came about because every once in a while, I decide that it’s a cool idea to challenge myself to write something short. The goal for this collection is that all the fics will be around 1,000 words, and I do have plans for a couple more entries going into 2020. Part one, 5 Things Frank Learned From Sephora, is ALL @ck90’s fault, and the other three, The Farce, Man and Man’s Best Friend, and Road Rash were all written in October when I was on a cruise down to the Mexican Riviera with my family.

5 Times Someone Asked Karen Where The Punisher Is Now (One-shot, 4,781 words) This was originally intended to be an entry into After, but then it got really, really long. I don’t know why I started writing it, especially with all 800 WIPs I have, but I did. My favorite conversation in this fic has to be the one between Karen and Trish, because I choose which pieces of canon to accept, and which ones to ignore, and I ignore the shit out of a LOT in the NMCU. I also love playing with the post-TPS1 timeline, and have a lot more plans to do that in 2020.

watching over someone from afar (One-shot, 24,052 words) Written as part of @kastlenetwork’s Kastle Secret Santa 2019 for @goddamnitkastle, this is by far one of my favorite fics that I wrote in 2019. When Megan prompted me with her Kastle playlist, I KNEW I was going to go with Taylor Swift’s The Archer. The drama, the intensity, Karen and Frank’s attempts to navigate their relationship in the wake of their conversation in the hospital, was so much fun. I never expected it to end up as long as it was, but hey, that’s what happens when you let the characters run the show, I guess. I also loved being able to get Karen and Sarah Lieberman in the room together, that is also something that is going to happen more often in 2020.

What’s coming next?| I have about 800 million WIPs and fics that I want to tackle in 2020, starting with what I’m calling What’s In The Folder, a post TPS1 AU, where Karen gets some startling news that leads her to the Lieberman’s, and ultimately means Karen and Frank taking a cross-country road trip to make right a massive, devastating wrong.

After What’s In The Folder, I’m probably going to tackle The Big Indulgence (I mean, they’re all indulgences, but this is my BIG one), one of the first long-fic ideas I came up with when I started thinking about fic again. This TPS1 AU will see the N actually being put into the NMCU, with Karen befriending the likes of Pepper Potts, Darcy Lewis, and Natasha Romanov while navigating her career as a reporter. There will be the discovery of a surprising familial relationship, a serious crisis, and Tony Stark making a “Harold, they’re lesbians” reference. Also, Frank might be a little psychic.

I also have the New Orleans indulgence, the Kastle Star Trek Discovery AU, the Cruise AU, the Soulmate AU that @ninzied prompted me with a million years ago based on Halsey’s song Colors, the time travel fic that will see not one, but TWO Franks protecting Karen, the third in the These Shoes Are Made For Walking ‘verse, which will see Karen and Frank attending the world’s most awkward dinner party, the fourth in the These Shoes Are Made For Walking ‘verse, inspired by Amy Rutberg’s episode of TLC’s Say Yes To The Dress, the one post TPS2 where Karen meets Beth, the role-swap AU that will see Karen as the Punisher and Frank as the intrepid reporter, and so freaking many more.

Even though we might not be getting any more new The Punisher content anytime soon, I’m not letting that stop me from continuing to churn out fic. I’ve got so many ideas and they’re so much fun to write, so I’m going to do it, and I can’t wait to see what else the fandom comes up with in 2020.

You’re all amazing, you’re my favorites, and I’m wishing each and every one of you a happy, happy new year!