#this is like over 1.5k this might go on ao3. idk

[housewarningparty]

💙 Caitvi

It could be cute and hot, but there is obviously also a lot of potential for Angst here. Pit fighter era, Vi mistaking Caitlyn for a hallucination and Caitlyn going along with it?

Blue is for a drunken/tipsy kiss

ALRIGHT YOU ASKED FOR IT. also. look. i needed more room to work, this is a non-canon layout for vi's pitfighter hovel, you just have to work with me.

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Caitlyn had imagined this scenario countless times.

She had imagined Vi screaming at her. Herself screaming at Vi. In her worst scenarios, it would become a physical altercation, Vi lashing out. Some part of Caitlyn thinks she would deserve this — she had done the same, after all, hadn’t she? If it happens, she had resolved to allow it — a single blow, she would offer Vi, unchallenged. Penance. She would have to respond after that, if it came to it. 

Of course, it’s not just fighting and arguing Caitlyn imagined. In her guiltiest, most indulgent fantasies, Vi reacted just as explosively, though with a far different intent. No, that’s not true — some of these daydreams are nearly as violent as the fighting Caitlyn fears. Some are softer — tears and warm hands, Vi pliant beneath her, baring herself for Caitlyn, giving herself to Caitlyn.

None of what she imagined or prepared for is this: being ignored.

Vi’s clanking footsteps on the rickety metal stairs leading to her front door are loud, uneven, heavy. Caitlyn can tell from the cadence, the force, that she’s drunk. She can also tell that Vi is alone, which is a relief. In all the time Caitlyn has been keeping tabs on her down here, she’s never known Vi to bring anyone home, but Caitlyn has come to expect that anything that can go wrong will. Part of her feared how quickly this confrontation would slip out of her hands if another party were here to witness it.

Vi spends a long moment fumbling with the door, cursing and pawing at the knob. So long that Caitlyn contemplates standing up, opening it for her, but before she can commit to the action Vi finally succeeds in opening it, lurching through the threshold with so much force Caitlyn’s almost certain she’s going to topple onto her face.

Vi catches herself, luckily. She knocks over several empty liquor bottles from the low shelf she catches herself on in the process, but she stops herself from hitting the floor. With a careless, sloppy kick backwards, Vi succeeds in closing the door behind herself before she pulls herself back to standing, swaying on her feet, blinking blearily in the dim light filtering through her dingy windows.

Caitlyn waits in the dark. Stock still on the edge of Vi’s bed.

Vi stares directly at her.

Words bubble up in Caitlyn’s chest — so many, so fast it hurts, she aches with things unspoken. Her heart thumps so hard she can feel it in her ears, mouth suddenly dry, stomach swooping hard enough to make her almost feel sick.

Vi takes a step forward.

And then stumbles, and blinks hard, shaking her head before shuffling off towards the bathroom, one hand on the wall as she walks to steady her.

Caitlyn’s too stunned to even speak.

It’s not that dark.

Vi doesn’t close the door to the bathroom as she hunches over the sink, heaving. Caitlyn winces preemptively, but after a few sick lurches and nothing vomited up, Vi just curses, ducks her face under the flow of the faucet and holds it there for a moment.

She knew  Vi saw her. Their eyes had met.

Vi glances at her again as she exits the bathroom. It’s a fleeting, anxious look, just a moment before Vi turns away from her, heading for a mostly-empty bottle of clear liquor tipped over on a low table. She tilts it back into her mouth and Caitlyn can’t help but wince as she watches the desperate way Vi sucks the last few mouthfuls from the bottle before throwing it to the floor with a frustrated roar.

“Fuck,” Vi slurs, hunched over with her palms braced on her thighs. Her shoulders shake, muscles rippling as she tears off the black leather jacket she’d been wearing, nearly tripping over it when she takes a step toward the bed where Caitlyn waits.

Caitlyn holds her breath again, but Vi seems to be deliberately not looking at her. 

It’s bizarre. Caitlyn should speak up, she knows — something’s not right here. But for some reason she feels bolted to her spot on the edge of the bed, mouth clamped shut as surely as if there were wire binding her jaws together.

The black grease paint streaking Vi’s cheeks is messy, smudged. The wraps around her hands are covered in grime and old blood. She smells like a brewery inside a locker room — sour alcohol and sweat. Vi collapses onto the bed, barely glancing at Caitlyn and groans, covering her face, sprawled on her back. She breathes hard, hands gliding through her own hair, tugging hard enough to make Caitlyn wince. Then she lifts up her hips, fingers undoing the button and the zipper on the front of her trousers.

Caitlyn nearly panics, unable to help the sudden, girlish flush of blood to her face, but Vi’s attempts at taking off her clothes are thwarted. The trousers are tight, she’s drunk, they get stuck halfway down her thighs before she gives up, going limp on the bed again.

A long moment passes in near silence — no sound between them but Vi’s rough breathing.

Slowly, gingerly, Vi shifts on the bed, turning to her side. Towards Caitlyn. 

She mashes her face into the mattress and whimpers, a sound so small, so incongruous with the dangerous, imposing figure she projects.

There’s nothing imposing about Vi in this moment. She draws her knees up to her midsection, like a child, and blinks deliriously at Caitlyn across the bed. Slowly, haltingly, Vi raises a hand, fingers outstretched towards Caitlyn.

She stops herself before she can touch Caitlyn, swallowing hard, rubbing her face again.

“Please,” Vi’s voice breaks in half. 

It’s a surreal moment. Caitlyn didn’t have a plan for this. She feels out of her body, almost like a spectator, suddenly seized by the real terror that if she breaks this strange moment, this tension between them, it will ruin things more than she knows how to fix.

Haltingly, Caitlyn lowers herself on the mattress. She lets her legs hang off the edge of the bed, but faces Vi, not daring to breach the space between them.

Vi lets out a shaky breath, blinks back tears as she offers Caitlyn a watery smile.

Caitlyn takes a breath. “Vi,” she begins, and then her breath catches in her throat as Vi stretches her body across the space between them.

It’s a clumsy kiss, awkward, artless. It sends a thrill through Caitlyn’s entire body anyway. Maybe it shouldn’t, maybe that’s wrong. They’ve literally spoken two words to each other, Vi’s possibly the drunkest Caitlyn’s ever seen anyone.

But Caitlyn is weak. Despite everything, she wanted Vi again the moment she saw her. And some part of her had hoped for exactly this, hadn’t it? That it could be as easy as showing up and Vi would want her back. That Vi would apologize, would say she understood what Caitlyn did and why, would say she shouldn’t have interfered that day, would forgive Caitlyn for striking her, would say, yes, of course, I’ll come home with you. I’m so sorry we were ever apart.

It could happen. It could happen after this kiss. Vi will pull back, and be clear-eyed. She will want what Caitlyn wants.

The kiss is fouled by the taste of alcohol, a hint of copper underneath. When Caitlyn’s tongue sweeps past Vi’s lips, the taste of blood is stronger — she’s had a tooth broken, Caitlyn can feel the grit of enamel on her tongue. She squeezes her eyes shut, tries to ignore it, reaching out to cup Vi’s face. The paint on Vi’s face has gone runny from the sink, it’s oily under Caitlyn’s hands. Worse, she feels Vi wince at the contact, knows she must have pressed into a bruise.

Caitlyn pulls back, eyes flicking up and down Vi’s body.

She’s a wreck, a collection of bruises and scrapes. Nowhere looks safe to touch. Caitlyn draws her hand back to her own chest, trailing a smear of black paint across Vi’s sheets.

Vi blinks at her blearily. She looks dazed, eyes heavy, mouth slack. After a moment, she rolls back onto her back, covering her face again.

“Fuck,” Vi breathes. She rubs her face so hard it looks like it hurts. “Fuck! God. I’m losing it. I’m fucking…”

Caitlyn watches, breath coming fast. Oh no.

“I wish you’d fucking leave me alone,” Vi moans into her hands. “It’s like nothing I do… I’m losing it. Fuck, I’m going crazy.”

Vi doesn’t think she’s real. A hallucination — like Jinx has? — a figment of her imagination. And maybe that’s easier to accept than reality: Caitlyn seeking her out in Zaun, waiting in the dark of her dingy little flat, kissing her while she’s drunk and in pain and not saying a single word to try to get through to her.

It’s the only explanation.

Caitlyn lets out a shuddering breath. A hot, dark wave of shame crashes through her. Her lips throb. She still tastes Vi’s blood on her tongue.

Vi rolls over again, away from Caitlyn this time. She draws her knees up tight again, curling into a ball.

Caitlyn doesn’t dare to move, just watches the muscles in her back as she shifts. Watches the rise and fall of her shoulders for long, silent moments as her breath evens out and slows. 

Once she’s sure Vi is asleep, she rises from the bed, as quietly as she can, gritting her teeth as the old box spring creaks and groans despite her best efforts. Vi doesn’t stir. Not when Caitlyn rises, not when she carefully unlaces and removes Vi’s boots, or shift her to lay fully on the mattress, not when Caitlyn drapes the single, threadbare blanket she finds over Vi’s body, and not when Caitlyn carefully slips back out the door to Zaun, locking it behind her.

Pausing outside the door she waits and listens for Vi to cry out, to call her back. There’s no sound from inside.

Gingerly Caitlyn touches her lips with two fingers, remembers the paint staining her hands a moment too late.

She’ll have to wash up before she gets back to the mansion. She doesn’t want to deal with questions from her father.

[weast-of-eden]

I've been thinking about how I could contribute to the ACD/Granada Sherlock Holmes fandom for a while, seeing as I'm neither an artist, a writer, or anything actually useful lol. But then I realized something I myself always treasure are curated fic recs, which I could actually do! I've read probably like 25% of all the h/w ACD and Granada fics on ao3, so I compiled a short list for anyone who is just starting out with the fandom. Without further ado, may I present

Eden’s Top Picks for Beginning ACD/Granada Fics:

(edit: i made a second list here!!)

The Adventure of the Doctor's Heart by mistyzeo 12k | Rated E Summary: Holmes has observed much of Watson's habits and tastes over time, which is why it surprises him when his friend objects strangely to a folk song sung at the conclusion of a case. Disturbed by the Doctor's unexpected display of emotion, Holmes becomes determined to lift his spirits by any means necessary, with mixed results. Notes: obviously if you're going to read canonverse h/w, you are going to read mistyzeo. this one is just so good and angsty and features music (!!). it's got some steaminess but it also has wooing. basically it has everything you ever need. this is my odyssey, my iliad, my hamlet, etc.

Cameo by what_alchemy 8k | Rated M | For Archive Users Only Summary: Holmes and Watson become embroiled in a case Scotland Yard refuses to acknowledge. A soulmate AU. Notes: i honestly skipped over this fic for a while, since i'm not the biggest fan of soulmate aus. do not make the same mistake i did, because this shit HITS. this fic has hit after hit: soulmate-mark based case for our main duo, angst, hiatus feels, MORE ANGST, and ofc a happy ending. ugh. read this fic if you enjoy being happy.

A Tide That Does Not Turn by tweedisgood 3k | Rated T Summary: Holmes is a very bad patient with a devoted doctor who adores him. Watson wishes it was safe to speak up, but his friend is a tide that does not turn. Notes: do NOT read this if you don't like angst... ok now i'm sensing a pattern. anyways this is the first hurt/no comfort fic i read for this tag and i literally have cried more than enough tears over it. poor, poor watson :( iconic author though, read everything they write!

The Adventure of the Glad Outlaw by radondoran 7k | Rated T Summary: While Sherlock Holmes solves the mystery of a student's disappearance, Dr. Watson is more puzzled by the changing dynamic between his flatmate and himself. Notes: cute pastiche! a nice little mystery and a nice little get-together. ahhhhhh.... this fic is like cotton candy to me, so sweet and fluffy. defo recommend

Hands by MinorObsessions (draculard) 1.4k | Rated T Summary: Naturally, there are some things Watson thinks about Holmes that don't make it into the books. Notes: i'm also in the star trek fandom, so if you know anything about that then you know that hands are kind of A Thing in both circles and ergo i now Have A Thing about hands. so this is a nice little ode to holmes' hands, featuring some doctoring by watson AND a nice reverse appraisal at the end. it's so sweet :)

Conductor of Light by ColebaltBlue  1.4k | Rated T Summary: A Victorian stiff upper lip won't prevent you from falling in love, but it might prevent you from realizing it. Notes: they finally get their shit together! honestly i would recommend this fic to anyone just starting out with h/w fics in any medium. the characterization and dialogue is A1, and their argument is really realistic to me, idk. also features the iconic HOUN quote for its title so props to that!

A (Mis)fortunate Man by sans_patronymic 1.5k | Rated T Summary: December, 1880. Watson writes a note which may be his last. December, 1899. Watson writes back. Notes: READ THE TAGS BEFORE READING. this was a gut-wrenching read but god i cried at the end for watson. don't worry, this one has a happy ending. ugh now i wish there was a second chapter where watson lets holmes read the letters. to sum up: oof, my heart

The Second Smartest Man in London by FairSinner 73k | Rated E Summary: Dr John Watson returns from Afghanistan to Victorian London, wounded, traumatised and alone. When he meets Sherlock Holmes, his life begins to seem worth living again. But Holmes is a man who despises sentiment and Watson cannot seem to expunge it from his heart. Notes: congrats, you've made it to the end!! so now i must confess that it's been a loooong time since i've read this fic, but the private note i left on my bookmark was just "holy shit", so i'm sure it's a banger. i'm also sure it has angst because i love angst and i love bookmarking angst so i can read it again and again and suffer infinitely. enjoy :)

anyways, now that i've put these all here i realized how much i enjoy angst and hurt/no comfort fics. if any of you guys have a favorite fic you want to link or want to plug your own writing, feel free to!

[fandom-friday]

Hello! I just discovered your acc, love the idea and thought maybe I could drop some of my fav Star Wars fics!

These are just a few recs that I like (I hope sending multiple in at once is ok, if not, I may have overlooked that in the rules and I apologize!) :)

1.: "Even though you're gone, you're still all around" by super_heroine_addict on AO3 (1.5k), (https://archiveofourown.org/works/23242651) - Post-Order 66 Blyla oneshot where Bly tries to navigate through his grief and guilt. But sometimes he feels Aayla's presence? What's that about? How is he supposed to keep living now that she's gone? Is super angsty but what I love about it is how the author managed to make it hopeful towards the end!

2.: "Let me do it right" by TrickyTricky on AO3 (8.1k), (https://archiveofourown.org/works/16349063) - Just discovered this fic this week! A fix-it (kinda) of the (in-)famous Umbara arc in which Cody decides to go check out what the 501st under Krell is up to. His gut feeling turns out to be right and seeing our beloved Marshall Commander handle Krell like an absolute badass is fantastic!

3.: "Like Real People Do" by Witless_Clown on AO3 (1.8k), (https://archiveofourown.org/works/39326130) - Deals with the constant fear and abuse the clones have to suffer under the Kaminoans and the threat of decomissioning looming over their heads at all times. [CW! for Ableism (tagged) and I would also say that the Kaminoans' views def go into eugenics (For OP: idk if you allow stuff like this or if it's too triggering, if you don't want to post/share, I 100% understand!)] It does have a happy ending though!

4.: "A Way Out for Two" by kj_feybarn on AO3 (3k), (https://archiveofourown.org/works/46805752) - A Cad Bane/Obi-Wan fanfic [I hope that pairing is ok, I didn't see anything against it directly in the rules but I understand that it's a rarepair and might not be for everyone - again, OP, do what makes you comfortable! :) ] that deals with their allyship during the Hardeen/deception arc (and the romantic/sexual tension between them lmao) before going into Obi-Wan's life post-Order 66 where Cad Bane finds him on Tatooine with a strange offer (No smut, only a few ~implied~ things while flirting!)

Man, this is an ANGSTY list with a little bit of everything on it, and I love it! Blyla, Cody being a badass and then breaking my heart, and then a rare pair that I'd never considered but am also moderately onboard with. These are all gut punches in their own way, but you know, sometimes that's what we all crave. Thanks so much for sending them in!

(Also, if you ever are unsure about a submission, you can always DM me to ask questions!)

Participate in Fandom Friday to show your favorite creators from this week some love! :)

[aparticularbandit]

Current State of Bandit Fic

The last official one of these was in May, and then the last other update of a general updating schedule magnitude was in July, so...it’s been a while, so it’s time for another one of these, I think.

Under the cut because I know these tend to get long and not everyone wants to read all of it and apologies to mobile users because I don’t think the cut works for y’all.  Sorry!

plans for the rest of the year in terms of updates:

I’ve updated my word count this month to 1.5k daily instead of 1k daily and then plan to up it to 2k daily during Nanowrimo - and then if that’s able to hold, I’m hoping to keep that daily 2k up during December (but with the holidays, who knows).

I really like doing those polls before the Monday updates to see what y’all want and then posting that - and I think, with the variations in what I have in backlog, that maybe works better until I have a bunch of backlog for a bunch of different projects (like how I had Carla finished and had Luisa and the Fox finished and so was really just alternating new writing in between ... was it maybe once a month?) - so I think, come November, I’ll probably do that again.  That way I’m updating projects I have stuff written for and don’t feel constrained to projects I don’t have written updates for and might feel constrained trying to write updates.

October is still Kiss Prompts Month - I do have fall prompts, too, but other than one, they’re unfinished and probably won’t get posted until November.

October Monday updates will also continue to be for Luisa and the Wolf because that is your spoopy Halloween holiday fic.  Huzzah.

November is Nanowrimo, but given the writing this month, I should be okay in terms of keeping up the Monday schedule.

I have:

one (1)��chapter of Falling

two (2) chapters of Aftershocks

one (1) fall prompt

two (2) chapters of Bitches Get Glitches

potentially three if i split that third chapter up into two chapters, which i’m still seriously considering doing.

Those should cover the four Monday updates in November if I don’t write other stuff for them.

My focus for the rest of the year in terms of finishing something is to finish the rough draft of the first book of the Roisa HP AU.  That’s the book I’m planning to focus on during Nanowrimo, and hopefully I’ll be able to get the rough done so that I can get the first book to y’all sometime next year.

Roisa Secret Santa is a thing!  I’m organizing that and I hope that goes off really well!

I may do Christmas or holiday prompts in December - because I really like having short little prompts to work on when I don’t want to dive into a deeper chapter - something short to write instead of something longer is oddly nice - so we’ll see about that.

I also want to finish one of the Christmas fics I started last year, but it’s not good in terms of word count - like...you’ll understand if I post it - but that’s...a high priority.

Other than that, I don’t know what the Monday updates in December will be, but we can cross that bridge when we get there.

general fic updates (aka - i mostly stop using capital letters for whatever reason):

posted but incomplete fics:

if you lived here, you’d be home now:

no one’s asked but it’s been months since an update and it’s not that i don’t want to update, it’s that it’s been long enough that i feel i should finish a reread of what’s posted before starting the next chapter and i keep dragging my feet on that.

i actually have a good idea of what happens in the next several chapters, so that’s not the issue, it’s just getting myself to finish the reread and then actually doing the writing.

there’s still a lot of chapters left.  sorry?  maybe i’m sorry for not updating more regularly now that ACAL is finished. :/

jane: the real story:

this is on back-burner because, even though i’m really salty, i’ve found that when i hit hey, it’s time to write petra! i run into a wall of okay, but i know people love petra, and i know she has a very specific voice and tone and then i get kind of...overwhelmed and worried that she’ll be ooc.  which is probably why i haven’t written the next chapter yet (michael isn’t really like this, but he might be - and raf isn’t like this at all because raf in j:trs is meant to be a commentary on...raf).  i think it’s that i don’t have a well enough grip of writing petra closer to canon to feel up to par writing her in this situation.  maybe?  idk.

i know this is one of the most ... whatever fics on ao3 when it comes to my fics, so like, i’m aware of that, it’s just...back-burner right now.

heart in motion:

i actually started the second chapter of this a while back.  i should finish that.  if so, you might see it in a monday update poll   we’ll see.

luisa and the child:

aka the sequel to luisa and the fox

i have the first...two?  three? idk chapters written.  i’m still feeling out the plot - i have a good idea of bits and pieces of it, but i’m still waiting on those to come together in one cohesive thing.

similar to the last three chapters of luisa and the fox, i don’t plan on posting these until i’ve got the entire thing roughed out and gone through a second write.  maybe a beta.  not sure on that one yet.

sin rostro:

this is another one of those petra is an important character who shows up in the next chapter and i’m not sure i’ll write her well issues.  holding off on this one.

emilia antonia:

i have a general idea for what happens in the next chapter, as well as a general idea of what happens in the rest of the fic.  this one’s a matter of me sitting down and focusing on it and writing it, and i’ve been in a bandit writes lint fic headspace recently, which doesn’t bother me.

falling:

i feel like i should go back and resee some of the episodes of hannibal with margot in s2 and s3 and then review a bit of muskrat farm in s3 (as well as some of alana in s3) because that’s where lu is in chapter three.  because i haven’t, i’ve been holding off on writing this one, too, even though i...have a general idea of things that happen throughout the fic. but no real ending.

also maybe have a crack fic planned that would technically be a sequel to this one but would really be a crack fic.  maybe.  we’ll see.

aftershocks:

have two new chapters for y’all written.

have a general idea of what happens in the next chapter.

have a general idea of things that happen in later chapters but not sure where those chapters are in terms of how immediate they are, if that makes sense.

the time of your life:

bitches get glitches is completely done in terms of second write, so each chapter would probably just need a precursory read-through in terms of grammar/spelling/etc. and other minor edits.

with the exception of what would be the third chapter if i split the current third chapter into two chapters - the roisa scene probably warrants a little more than just a precursory read-through before posting.

i’ve started the next fic, which is rafael’s fic.  the next one would be petra’s.

basically, each of the first however many fics (four) focuses on one character and their encounters with their soulmate timer.

one screwed up family focused on rose, even though it also included luisa’s past with her timer.

bitches get glitches focuses on jane, even though it also includes carry-over updates on what’s been going on with luisa and rose since the first fic.

the third fic focuses on rafael.

the fourth fic focuses on petra.

at this point, i have a fairly good idea of when each of these five characters’ timers went off and when they might go off in future fics (i’d be more specific here, but spoilers!).

after those four, i would want to write a fifth fic that wraps things up - but this is kind of dependent on where things get left off in petra’s fic.

rafael’s encounters don’t finish in his fic, which leaves it on kind of a cliff-hanger, and i don’t think his final encounter happens in petra’s fic, so...fifth fic.

i’m actually hoping that writing petra in this fic will give me the confidence to write petra in the other fics she shows up.  so.  there’s that.

unposted fics:

where the lightning splits the sea:

aka roisa hp au

as stated before, the first book is my planned main project for nanowrimo and i hope to have the rough draft finished by the end of the year (we’ll see if that actually happens or not).

i have an entire series outline consisting of main things i want to happen in each book, along with their titles, and things that have to happen in specific books to set up for the proper pay off in later books.

the first book is entirely outlined - chapter by chapter.

i’ve started chapter-by-chapter outlines for books two and three.

the entire compiled outline alone is seventeen pages long.

i love this project a lot, and i’m super excited to share it with y’all, it’s just long.

mexican stud:

aka rosalint fic

i have a full working outline!  chapter by chapter!  huzzah!

this one still comes in bits and pieces and scenes that aren’t always interconnected.  i know what happens, but then pick and choose at scenes to write when i want to write it.

this fic will likely end up being fairly explicit - or, compared with other stuff i’ve written, more explicit - simply due to the themes and the content.  that may be part of why i take so long to write it - explicit scenes have a tendency to make me uncomfortable when i’m reading them and i don’t feel fully comfortable posting explicit scenes. but....

this would considered part of the epic superhero crossover (see below), even though the events are, to some extent, considered canon to aftershocks (with some exceptions which can be explained...later).

everything’s coming up rose’s:

stalled.

still excited, still want to write it, but focusing on other things atm.

various other soulmate aus:

one-shot (tentatively titled chorus: romance says goodnight):

still kicking around in my head.

still want to write it.

don’t think y’all will like it because it’s in raf’s point of view.

and other reasons.

but still want to write it.

dreamers often lie:

still at the point where i’ve brainstormed enough that i should start writing it because then i’ll get a more concrete idea of the world and of the events in the world but--

i’m currently focused on the soulmate timer au in terms of soulmate fics right now.  oops.

epic superhero crossover:

aka jtv/tick/timeless/supergirl/x-files/agent carter crossover.

hey, look, that’s a lot of things, so expect this to be massive, too.

the more i brainstorm this one, the bigger it gets, and at this point, i think it’ll probably be a bunch of interconnected fics in a series - like the time of your life - the soulmate timer au - instead of one big massive fic. it’s just easier to conceive of that way.

mexican stud is a fic on its own but goes within this crossover.

i want to write a fic about how emma and whitney get together (because they are together before rose gets them and all three of them are together in mexican stud - together as in a group, not as in together, even though emma and whitney definitely are together).

i want to write a fic about how dottie became the way she is when we meet her in the main fic (this would likely involve carterwood and dottie/whitney aspects - either directly or implied - and then it would likely come up in the main fic, there’s a bit from the part i just wrote that i want to be directly an exact quote from this).

i want to write a fic with rhea raising dottie (and potentially use that as backstory on how rhea and lena are...coworkers/acquaintances/partners/surrogate found family/etc. which could lead to complications re: lena and dottie but...idk).

even if lena isn’t a huge part of the rhea/dottie family fluff, i want to write something that deals with rhea in luthor-corp and l-corp and what she was doing after she got to earth - because that one’s different than canon (because i’m using ben’s rhea in a pod au v1 for this).

then there’s the main fic itself - which is where you get a lot of the crossover elements - particularly the x-files elements, which don’t really come up directly in the other fics but are definitely there in some of them (and by some of them, i mean the dottie backstory fic, they would be in the dottie backstory fic).  this would also be where the supergirl cast actually comes in (other than rhea and lena and the luthors and maybe astra?  maybe astra’s alive in this?  since rhea was around maybe she took astra?  or lillian?  idk haven’t decided yet).

so - like - this one is also a huge massive undertaking but in a different way than the roisa hp au is.  the interconnected fics for this aren’t necessarily as linear as the ones for the roisa hp au, and i want the main fic to be enjoyable on its own even if you haven’t read the other fics - the other fics might also stand on their own ish, but like...the random kingdom hearts games - to get the full story, you maybe want to play the main games.  ish.

also debating using my trans!mulder here because...like, i love him and i know he got me into trouble but...his story works so well here in context and i would love to use him here.  so.  it’s.  complicated.  :/

but - yeah - there’s your update on the state of things.  maybe look out for another update at the beginning of january, because i might be changing up some of how i’ve been writing and goals and things - but i think that’s it for now.

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Check In chapter 6

Words: 1.5k

Genre: ??? idk drama? angst? not sure yet lol

Synopsis: Seungcheol and his best friend Wonwoo have been running a small drug dealing business for the past two years, along with Wonwoo’s boyfriend Mingyu on the books and new recruit Hansol to manage the second hand shop they use as a cover story.

This Chapter: Preparations for Wonwoo's mother. Content warning for mentions of conversion therapy, but nothing too heavy bc I don't know enough about it yet lmao

Warnings: homophobia, conversion therapy

Author’s Note: based on the MV for Check In which I edited into a kind of trailer for this fic and u can watch it here.

Check In: chapter one / two / three / four / five / read on ao3

Mingyu followed behind Wonwoo into the kitchen, where they were met by Seungcheol and Hansol sitting at the bench. They had their foreheads pressed together and were whispering to each other. Mingyu thought Seungcheol might be crying.

“My mother’s coming to stay,” Wonwoo announced, walking to the fridge and getting the milk out.

Seungcheol and Hansol jumped apart, Seungcheol clearing his throat.

“Where’s she going to sleep?” Seungcheol seemed to know better than to ask how Wonwoo was doing.

Wonwoo got the rest of the ingredients for coffee, setting down one mug before he thought and got another one out of the cupboard.

“Cool if she goes into your room? She still thinks I’m straight.”

“Yeah that’s fine, I’ll wash the sheets and shit.”

Mingyu and Wonwoo did a double take, looking from Seungcheol to Hansol. Seungcheol almost choked on his food.

“No, what the fuck? I haven’t washed them for like a month.” It was hard to ignore the redness of Hansol’s neck in collaboration with his guilty expression. “Just because you two go at it like rabbits doesn’t mean the rest of us do.”

Wonwoo poured hot water into the two mugs, spooning in some instant coffee and stirring. “It’s been a year hasn’t it? Me and Mingyu started fucking before we were dating.”

Mingyu sat next to Hansol. “Ignore him; he only found out we were dating last night.”

Seungcheol laughed. “Good one Wonwoo. Wait, didn’t he meet your parents?”

Wonwoo set down a mug of coffee in front of Mingyu, squeezing his shoulder before walking around to sit next to Seungcheol at the opposite end of the bench. “Yeah.”

There were no further questions as they ate and drank in silence. Hansol cleaned his and Seungcheol’s dishes and brushed his teeth before heading off to his lecture. When Seungcheol came back upstairs from seeing him out, Mingyu was waiting outside his room for him.

“Something happened last night.”

Seungcheol looked down, trying to stop the smile that was creeping up on him. “More like this morning.”

“Before or after you told us to shut up?”

“After. And it was nothing too serious.” Mingyu followed him into his room and watched him strip his bed. “Is she going to be able to get up there?”

The two of them looked up at the loft bed. The mattress was well above Seungcheol’s head, but was at eye level for Mingyu. After a while of regarding the bed silently, Wonwoo joined them.

“Why are you staring at the bed?”

Seungcheol responded, still looking up at his bed. “Just wondering if she’ll be able to get up there.”

“She’ll have to. I’m not going to have her asking why both of us are moving out of our room with only a double bed.”

Seungcheol nodded before pulling the duvet off the bed and pulling it out of its cover. Wonwoo left the room again and Mingyu reached up to take down the pillows and slip them from their cases. The two of them worked quietly as they bundled up the sheets on the floor.

“Have you met Mikyung?” Seungcheol asked, dropping his voice so that Wonwoo wouldn’t hear him.

Mingyu shook his head. “All I know is she’s not a good person.”

Once the bed was stripped completely, Seungcheol quietly closed the door and collapsed onto the small couch under his bed. He patted the space next to him and Mingyu sat down.

“How much has he told you about her?”

Mingyu thought. “She doesn’t know he’s gay. They don’t get along.” He furrowed his brows, realising this was all he knew of her. “That’s it.”

Seungcheol nodded. “Wonwoo’s hopeless so I’m going to have to tell you.” He shifted a little. “He came out to her when we were sixteen.”

Mingyu frowned again, having thought that Seungcheol and Wonwoo met at university. “How long have you known him for?”

“We,” Seungcheol stopped, frowning himself. “Hasn’t he told you? We went to school together. We met when we were like seven.” He shook his head. “Anyway, he came out to her and she reacted badly and sent him to a conversion camp in America.”

Mingyu’s stomach churned. “What?”

“I won’t go into detail; that’s his story to tell. But when he came back he was different. I mean, he’s always been shit at communicating and reading people’s body language, conversion therapy didn’t make him autistic.”

“He’s autistic?”

Seungcheol sighed, patting Mingyu’s knee before getting up from the couch. Mingyu stared out of the door down the hallway, his head spinning and his heart in his throat. After a minute, Seungcheol returned, shutting the door behind him and passing Mingyu a glass of what looked like water before he sat down again. Mingyu tipped back the glass and almost spat it out again.

“You could’ve warned me this wasn’t water, shit.”

Seungcheol laughed, patting Mingyu’s back as his throat burned. “Sorry man. I’ll give you a minute.”

After mingyu was able to collect himself, he took a sip of the gin and tonic and leant back on the couch. He tried to calm his breathing and stop his stomach from upheaving itself. He took another sip. “So he has autism.”

Seungcheol shook his head. “He’s autistic. Autism isn’t a disease; you can’t catch it. But yeah, I’m surprised he didn’t tell you.”  

“This morning was the first time I woke up and he was still in the bed.”

Seungcheol looked at him sympathetically. “I mean really it should be him telling you all this, but I don’t think he will before she gets here and you need to know.”

Mingyu nodded. “Okay.”

“So after he got back from America he had changed a lot, and he’s gotten better over time and even better after moving out, but whenever she comes back he gets bad again. Just quietly support him and don’t try to fight her because she will win. Let him have his space – because he’ll start going for walks again probably. And remember that she thinks the conversion therapy worked, so he’ll probably talk about girls a lot.” He paused for a moment. “Remind me to text Hyejin.”

“Who’s Hyejin?” Mingyu vaguely recognised the name, but couldn’t put a face to it.

“His beard.”

“What?” Mingyu felt like he needed to lie down in a dark room for a day and a half.

“Really nice girl, she’s in a few of our classes and needed one herself, so they help each other out. Are you okay? You look a bit pale.”

Seungcheol placed his hand on Mingyu’s forehead, which had gotten a little sweaty.

“This is a lot to take in, Seungcheol. This is,” he let out a sigh, “a lot.”

Seungcheol moved his hand from Mingyu’s forehead back into his hair, lightly scratching his scalp. Mingyu lent back into the touch and closed his eyes, letting out a long sigh.

Mingyu heard Seungcheol finish his drink and put his glass on the ground, taking Mingyu’s from his hand and putting it down as well. He removed his hand from Mingyu’s hair and shifted his position, then pulling Mingyu back to lean his torso against him. Mingyu began to think that Seungcheol’s status as the mum of the group was more fitting than he originally thought as he cradled Mingyu against his chest and rocked him a little. He pressed his cheek to the top of Mingyu’s head and started humming quietly. Mingyu thought he recognised the tune as a nursery rhyme, something his mother might have sung to him as a child.

It was surprisingly soothing, and after a few minutes Mingyu started humming along with Seungcheol, who laughed a little and kissed Mingyu’s hair.

“You good?”

“I think so. Thank you for telling me all this, by the way.”

“That’s okay, I’d hate for you to have to meet her with no warning of what it’s going to be like.”

Suddenly, the door opened and Wonwoo came through it with a laundry basket full of clean sheets. He looked down at Mingyu, who was practically in Seungcheol’s lap. His face made no change as he left the laundry basket in the doorway and walked over to the couch. He lifted Mingyu’s legs and sat down, then lowering his legs again.

“Did Seungcheol tell you about her?”

Mingyu nodded and Wonwoo returned the gesture. He started to rub up and down Mingyu’s shin.

“Did he tell you about America?” another nod and Wonwoo turned his head to look at the basket. “And the autism?”

“Yeah.” Mingyu was surprised by how tired he sounded, even to himself.

“Sorry I didn’t tell you before.”

Seungcheol started playing with Mingyu’s hair again. “It’s easier for him if I do it.”

Mingyu nodded, Seungcheol’s fingers against his scalp calming him down considerably. “That’s okay.”

They sat there for a moment before Wonwoo spoke again.

“I already talked to Hyejin.”

Seungcheol perked up a bit. “Is she coming over tomorrow?” Wonwoo nodded. “Great, I haven’t seen her in a while.” He squeezed Mingyu a little. “You’ll love her, she’s wonderful.”

Wonwoo stood up from the couch and got the clean sheets out of the basket. He placed them on the mattress above Mingyu, then picked up the bundle of old sheets from the floor and put them in the basket.

“Any other laundry?”

Mingyu shook his head. “I did it yesterday.”

Wonwoo shut the door behind him when he left.