#no i haven’t abandoned this fic
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an extremely uncomplicated situation chapter 4/?
It had become a thing.
Chloe still wasn’t entirely sure what it was, but she did know that it was a thing.
There hasn’t been any nights like the one where Chloe had let herself get carried away, but there had been more…moments.
Lingering glances and stolen kisses.
They had to be careful. With seven other girls in the house it wasn't always easy to find time alone, especially considering Beca and Chloe were the two co-captains. Rarely a moment went by when at least one of them wasn’t needed by the other girls for something. Not every crisis was Bella related, but somehow Beca and Chloe were always the first ones called for help.
And Chloe loved the Bellas, she really really did, and she loved how close they all were.
But sometimes she needed to be close to Beca in a different way.
A way that required a bit more privacy than she could afford.
#no i haven’t abandoned this fic#AND I WONT BE ANY TIME SOON#it just might take me a while#bechloe#pitch perfect#my fic
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hey you know what would be fun? a fic where the Royal Guard follows through with their plans to make Ichigo the new Soul King and Grimmjow promptly loses his shit because what the actual fuck Ichigo has already given these people literally everything, twice, and this is how they repay him? recruits Nel and Harribel and Urahara and Yoruichi (after Nel sits on him for a while because Jesus Christ Grimmjow you can’t storm Soul Society by yourself no matter how much you’ve powered up) and it’s the Ryoka Invasion all over again except with pissed off arrancar instead. I just think it would be neat
#king’s court#bleach#grimmichi#orihime and Chad are also there#Ishida is questionable considering the timeline and his feelings about soul society in general#I just have this perfect image in my head of Grimmjow finding out and just going to town on the shinigami over it#like ‘no one in all three fucking worlds deserves that self righteous asshole martyr#but he chooses all over you. over and over again. and for what? how many fucking times have you abandoned him?#my plans haven’t changed I’m gonna tear his throat out with my teeth#but I can’t fucking do that if he’s locked away like some fucked up fairytale princess now can I?’#Nel in the background laughing to herself because wow grimmjow nice save there definitely no one suspects you’re soft for Ichigo#other shinigami come around to help but grimmjow trusts zero of them besides Urahara and Yoruichi so. toss up if he lets them do anything#anything important anyway#okay I’m done#I haven’t read CFYOW btw I just know this is a thing that’s talked about in it#also I know a fic like this exists for ichiruki but I’m deep into my grimmichi era so
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we really need to start writing more fics about the botw champion’s being the threats they are. guys they are SOLDIERS. WARRIORS. they are not out here having little cutesy times ok? they are fucking killing shit. Link canonically killed a dude. they are the best of the best at what they do. show it. give these characters depth. don’t just make them their tropes.
like i want less people to just go ‘oh and then they killed an enemy camp anyway.’ like HOW my guy? i am BEGGING please give these characters more depth than what they were given on screen.
especially urbosa! shes not just mommy figure or wine aunt she is a LEADER of her people and a warrior show her acting like one. revali may be a prick but he IS the best warrior rito village has ever seen. he’s not shying away at blood or violence.
MIPHA. my god MIPHA BABY GIRL!! what did they do to you? made you into a uwu wify who is only here to be romantic conflict for other ships??? (and then get mad at you for it?) or only make you links girlfriend? SHE IS A PRINCESS AND A FIGHTER. just because she’s kind does NOT make her weak! she was chosen to piolet a divine beast. they aren’t going to let someone who isn’t capable do that. (SHARP TEETH AND CLAWS ALSO?????)
daruk is massive and strong enough he could probably rip a bokoblin apart with his bare hands, his weapon is there to make everyone else feel better.
like if were gonna write fics about needing to comfort or about anyone being squemish make it Zelda. have her realize she’s basically traveling with some of the most dangerous people in the country and having to figure out how she feels about it.
Like come ON y’all! Think of the fics we could be writing!!!
#thats not to say i haven’t read phenominal fics that have toyed with this concept#but man have i read a whole lot more of fics that havent#i’ll never forget that zelink fic i read that had insanely intricate fight scenes and treated battles like the bloodbaths they were#absolutely fucking stellar#(ginneke you also do a great job with describing fights and also a sense of realism to characters)#make these fuckers feel REAL#who gives a fuck about ‘being canon’??#canon abandoned them anyway#avenin talkls#avenin rants actually#botw#loz#botw champions#i meant to post to main blog but oh well lmao#i’ll just reblog it with the tags#breath of the wild#i feel passionate ok?
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Imagine Leon showing you how to use a crossbow.
“My god, this is impossible!”
You hear Leon behind you chuckling and glance back at him with deadpan eyes, unamused that he found your struggle funny. The blond maintains a slight grin, unflinching under your glare.
He comments aloud, “It’ll take some getting used to. Imagine using this on moving targets with the wind against your favor.”
You half-heartedly groan at the mere thought, tempted to abandon using the primitive weapon entirely. However, ammo was scarce and crossbow bolts can be reused. Now if only you were proficient in using said crossbow. Sensing your frustration, Leon unfolds his arms and approaches you.
“You’re thinking too hard about it and it shows in your form.” His hands hover around your sides, one by your hands where you held the crossbow and the other at your back. Close, but not touching. Your eyes catch his, an expectant gaze in the pools of icy blue silently asking for permission. You granted it with a nod and immediately you feel the heat of his touch.
“Straighten up,” he instructs, his gloved hand firm against the middle of your back. With purpose, he runs it down your form, applying pressure to encourage you to follow his words. And follow you did, trying your best to hide the shivers that tingled down your spine as you squared your shoulders and puffed your chest. You hoped that he was not looking at your face, surely your cheeks must be burning.
His other hand clasps around yours holding the body of the crossbow steady and lifting, pointing the weapon towards the range. In the corner of your vision, the veiny cords of the powerful muscles in his arm tense and relax at the motion.
What would it be like if Leon held you? You can’t imagine Leon as much of a hugger, but the thought of him embracing you alights within you a new kind of warmth different from your shared body heat.
As you’re forcing your thoughts and eyes to cease their shameless wandering, hot breath tickles against the shell of your ear.
“Remember, you’re not shooting lead. Want to aim a little higher and let gravity do its thing.” Leon’s voice was clear, his explanation straightforward, but the smooth delivery and the reverb of every husky word was like velvet to your senses. You felt yourself slowly leaning closer into him, tempted to be wrapped in his entire being.
Thankfully, you caught yourself, stomping your heel flat on the floor before your back pressed completely against his muscular front. In doing so, your fingers accidentally squeeze the trigger out of panicked reflex. To your dismay, the bolt shoots out of the weapon, flying high across the range. You anticipated failure and prepared yourself to be overwhelmed with embarrassment- but to your genuine surprise, a metallic ping rings in the air. Not only did you hit the target, but your shot struck the medallion that was attached to it right at its center.
“You’re an artist, mate!”
You won’t lie, you actually forgot that the Merchant was watching the entire time, remembering his ever observant presence only when his voice blasts through the speakers in that uniquely rambunctious tone of his.
“Nice shot!” Leon pats your back in praise, bringing your attention back to him.
Your lips curve slightly followed by a casual shrug, “Honestly, it was just dumb luck.”
The man beside you shakes his head, dismissing your sheepish downplaying. “Against what we’re facing, sometimes that’s all you need.” He casts a glance at the felled target before looking back at you. The ends of his lips tug upward, transforming his usual hardened expression into something much softer and distinctly disarming. “A hit like that, though. That’s more than luck.”
Elation fills you, not just from your success, but from the sight of the man’s rare smile. It wasn’t a grin, it wasn’t a smirk, it wasn’t a reaction produced by fleeting amusement. It was a pure, genuine smile full of endearment.
Leon Kennedy, a picture of stoicism, smiling because of you.
You didn’t dare admit to him that you were distracted the entire time, that your shot truly did have nothing to do with skill and your concentration was broken entirely by thoughts revolving around him and his body. It was then did you notice that he still had his hand on your lower back. He must have kept you steady this whole time.
Not wanting to be separated from his warmth in case he realizes your lingering closeness and creates distance out of courtesy, you spoke up. “If I keep getting lucky, I’ll be a better shot than you in no time.”
The blond quirks his brow. “Think you can go toe-to-toe with me now?”
Got him. You smirk playfully, “Winner gets all the tokens!”
“Take them,” Leon scoffs with an exaggerated frown, “can’t get a gold prize for shit.”
You couldn’t hold back your own laughter then, missing how his blue eyes softened in adoration. His downturned lips ease into another gentle smile as he took in how your whole being seems to glow with infectiously positive energy. It is a sight he engraves in his memory before tapping your hands, silently instructing you to raise the crossbow once more. You take the hint, readying to the same position as he showed you before. Without your notice, Leon’s gaze falls onto the back of your head again.
“We’ll think of something else for you, then.” you say as you take aim, breaking the silence. “If you win.”
Intrigued by your playfulness, the handsome blond grins at your challenge with an idea already in mind. “Finish this round and I’ll take you on.”
With that you continued practicing. Leon kept spectating and offering sound advice, not once withdrawing his hand from you. You dragged on this rare opportunity to stay close to him for as long as you could.
#leon kennedy#leon s. kennedy x reader#leon kennedy x reader#leon x reader#resident evil 4 remake#resident evil#leon kennedy imagine#resident evil x reader#resident evil imagines#re4 leon#my writing#resident evil 4#zer0pm imagine#saw people really liking the little bits of Leon#in my otherwise Luis fics#so why not give some love#to resident evil’s poster boy#dw I haven’t abandoned the Spanish lover#I just needed to get this piece out there#please enjoy#barely proofread
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I have a love-hate relationship with being a fic writer sometimes… on one hand, I’ll have an idea and I’ll love writing it and I’ll love the responses I get when I post it, but then on the other hand I’ll end up with new ideas which means new wips and a lot of older unfinished wips that I committed to but don’t really enjoy writing anymore.
Like I have so many new things that I’ve started about adult bkdk that I wanna post but at the same time I have three unfinished ongoing fics that I’m bored of writing and I don’t wanna post new stuff until I finish the old stuff UGH. You see my dilemma??
#my three ongoing ones are about bkdk as teens#and I’m so tired of writing them as teens😭#two of them I started while I was still a teenager so it felt a little more relatable. I had just graduated high school and I was 18-19#but I’m 21 now and now they’re canonically 25-26 which feels more relatable and I want to write them as adults more#I have three wips that I haven’t posted yet about them as adults AND I WANNA WORK ON THEM SO BAD#BUT THEN I FEEL GUILTY FOR NOT FINISHING THE FICS THAT I ALREADH STARTED#AHHHHHH#I think about abandoning them and then think to myself ‘Deku would never abandon an unfinished fic’#and then I write on the old stuff for a few hours before getting bored again#and I’m torturing myself cuz once a nerd only has three chapters left and I can knock it out in a day if I really wanted to#and h!imyh has like 5-6 chapters left at most but I honestly think I wrote myself into a corner#well not really… I just don’t really remember the original ending I had planned cuz I started it so long ago#and then chrysanthemum is literally just a rewrite of canon and I have project it having like 50 more chapters and it’s just intimidating#Hori why’d you have to make mha so longggggg#anyways#bnha#bakudeku#bkdk#midoriya izuku#bakugou katsuki#puff speaks#bnha fanfic#puff writes#it’s harder to feel motivated to write things I don’t feel like writing when I’m busy all the time as well#but when it’s something I wanna write I’ll literally drop 10k words within a few hours cuz I’m a certified yapper#puff vents
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If I get my autism diagnosis today I will draw 1 riddler of choice
Perhaps in a sexual manner
Perhaps not
Whose to say 😏
#I’m thinking about carnie riddler annnnd maybe cryptid au riddler#I’m still writing that fic I prommy I haven’t abandoned it I just forgorrrr#riddler
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I FEEL BAD FOR ASKING SO SOON AFTER THE LAST ONE BUT
~snippet sunday?~ 🫶🏼🫶🏼
i can be swayed 🫡
Kon just really hopes Robin texts back soon before Kon does something drastic, like ask Clark for advice.
#my wife is abandoning me (going on a trip) this week so i’ll try to blaze through the draft to keep my spirits up#hopefully i haven’t shared this line yet#i do not keep track very well because i was bouncing around the outline a lot#asks#my fic
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The next week is filled with a fresh round of mandatory sexual harrassment and misconduct training for the entire staff. David spends most of it camped out in Conference Room 3 with not enough coffee, delivering the same spiel over and over again to glazed eyes and crossed arms, the clock on the wall mocking him with its glacial pace.
It’s Friday afternoon when the last group of employees are brought in. Except this time, when he steps up to the podium and introduces himself as David Jacobs from HR, he notices a man sitting near the back abruptly straighten in his seat, suddenly attentive. He’s, frankly, gorgeous, with deep brown eyes, a sharp jawline, full lips, and—
David’s gaze darts pointedly away, subtly adjusting his collar.
The session proceeds as usual, but this time there’s the tantalizing call of the weekend as the light at the end of the tunnel that makes them all a touch impatient. David wraps things up as quickly as he can, and doesn’t take it personally when the employees quickly file out the moment he’s finished speaking. He’s gathering up discarded information sheets to recycle and fantazing about cracking open a bottle of wine with dinner, when someone clears their throat behind him.
“So the sweater and slacks I knew to expect,” says an impossibly familiar voice. It’s the man from before, watching him from the doorway. “But after all this time, how did the glasses never rate a mention? ‘Cause that really feels like somethin’ I should’ve known about.”
And oh. Oh, so this is Jack Kelly.
David’s initial impression of gorgeous is even more accurate up close: dark hair and deeply tanned skin, broad shoulders and strong hands, and a smile that’s on the rakish side of charming.
“Mr. Kelly,” David greets, his heart pounding in his chest. “Is there something I can help you with?”
“I’m honestly jus’ takin’ this in,” Jack says, looking him up and down, and if the smooth city-drawl of his voice was attractive over the phone, it’s nearly lethal in person. “My imagination is pretty good, Jacobs, but it don’t hold a candle to the real thing.” He tilts his head, a swoop of hair falling over his forehead, and he really is that handsome, isn’t he? No wonder Martha in Reception is willing to grant him so many favors. “And I’m an artist by trade, so I know beauty when I see it.”
“You know, if you were hoping to get out of training, it’s usually best to drop the pick up lines before the session, not after,” David answers, arching an eyebrow. “And perhaps choose a mark that isn’t so familiar with your methods.”
“Why’s it gotta be a line?” Jack says, his grin only growing. “It’s the truth, ain’t it? Just callin’ a spade a spade.”
“Did you actually need something?” David wonders, shuffling his papers to hide his flushing cheeks. “Because if not, I should head back downstairs.”
“Chasing’ me off already, Dave?” Jack asks, ambling closer. “Not very professional of ya.”
“And what would you know about professionalism?” David reflexively banters back. His stomach flutters furiously, nervously, like he’s teetering on a tightrope and can’t quite find his balance.
Jack laughs, low and warm.
“Not a damn thing,” he agrees. “But you like me anyway.”
And, god help him, he really, really does.
#newsies#javid#*editor's note#*the writing desk#bits & bobs#the office romance fic#that’s a name I haven’t heard in a while (like 3 years actually)#when I say nothing is ever abandoned this is what I mean#also your girl had to SCROLL to find out what I’d tagged this series as way back when
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eye am slowly re editing and rewriting some stranglehold chapters 😳 been really stressed w school and work lately and honestly revisiting this story and writing more is making me feel human again lol 💗
#harringrove#billy hargrove#steve harrington#my fic#caligator#gator tillman#caligator fic#stranglehold updates#not saying a new chapter is about to come out in the next week but maybe SOON#swear i haven’t abandoned her forever
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What's your favourite fic you've written?
It changes a lot, but at the moment it’s I Know Who You Pretend I Am. I just love the whole concept of Lydia dreamscaping and @edgyparrot is the best cowriter 🥰😘❤️
#i haven’t written anything for it in months#uni’s taken away all my motivation to write my fics#but its definitely not abandoned#the only thing i will say is that there’s a lot of convoluted lore#so if you don’t want to have to read two different series’ of fics to understand this one#it’s probably not for you#lydia de winter#rebecca das musical
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‘This Bird Has Flown’ [by @cygninae] chapter 4 doodle dump from a couple of months ago! :)
1-The main guy himself. (He is 14 but technically he’s 12 but really he’s approximately 972.)
2- Isadora waiting oh so patiently in Mrs. Bass’ “eternally stuffy” classroom.
3+4- Duncan+Isadora’s reactions to The News.
#asoue#a series of unfortunate events#asoue art#quagmire triplets#duncan quagmire#isadora quagmire#klaus baudelaire#tbhf#this bird has flown#if you haven’t read this fic yet then I implore you to abandon your current task to do so instantly#if not now then when?#then now when if how?#asoue fanart#klaus baudelaire fanart#isadora quagmire fanart#duncan quagmire fanart#ven’s art
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instead of asking for fic recs would you be comfortable giving out you ao3 so we can snoop through your bookmarks
achh <3 you’re so sweet but all my bookmarks are private! they span 15+ years of fandoms and interests, and are SUCH a mess.
I’m paulmccartney on ao3 though, if you ever see me in the comments or lurking in kudos! if I think of it I’ll start making my beatle bookmarks public.
#if you happen to be the anon who asked for mcharrison fic recs ages ago I’m so sorry!#a lot of my favs have been deleted/abandoned/hard to find so I’ve been thinking about options#I really haven’t read much fic lately there’s SO much to catch up on#ask
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Are you EVER going to finish the fic of wars passing out bc he's sick or is it just gonna fall off into the void?????
Hey, Anon, I know this is probably you excited about your favorite story. But this is not helpful in any way.
#and being quite honest I haven’t written for any of my LU fics in quite a while#I’m not saying it’s abandoned because I do hope that I will be able to come back to those at some point#but it probably isn’t going to happen soon#writing period hasn’t happened lately#I’m willing to give the benefit of the doubt that you didn’t mean for this to be rude but that is what it came off as#asks and answers#anon!!!
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Most requests are sitting in my drafts right nowwww, don’t worry I’ve got them all in the works y’all.
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brief writing update for those interested: i’ve now published edits up through lake house chapter 4–added about 3-4k to the fic as i’ve gone back and improved my old writing! i did my best not to eliminate what was already there in order to respect the world i made and the attachment people may have to it, but i was able to make things much more poetic and clarify the motifs and themes i found myself poking at with that piece. going to work on editing chapter 5 today, and once i get through editing chapter 7 i will likely post the new update. unfortunately i cannot give a timeline for that but i know the work i’m putting in will make it all the more worth it
#thank you for your patience i can’t believe people are still reading/recing that fic when i haven’t updated since JULY OF LAST YEARRRR#but i swear to god it’s not abandoned!#she just needs some tender loving care before i feel comfortable pushing it back up to the top of the tag for new people to find#lake house#ty for reading for caring thank you to everyone who has ever taken the time to leave a comment or send me a message#i love u. thank you for encouraging me and empowering me to explore the things i look at with my work#it is often exhausting but hearing the ways in which the time and energy i put in pays off in bringing real comfort and joy#to real people’s lives#is so incredibly moving#and i’ll always be grateful
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about once a month i go to reread ywlm. no fic has made me as insane as this one <3
honestly i am insane about them too, literally they are on my mind every single day <3
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