#trying to pace myself and finish my other fic first though

[wickedsniffles]

I offer you my hasty notes for the upcoming P/oolverine:

I've seen so many *amazing* hurt/comfort fics come out of this pairing and I want to throw my hat into the ring. But put my own nasty twist in there 😈

[achilles-rage]

NSFW Alphabet

word count: 2.0k

A/N: hi besties<333 this is my first time writing so pls don’t absolutely tear me to shreds (just a little bit is acceptable though). i’m planning on making a SFW alphabet for buck soon as well but some of the letters had me drawing a blank lol. also, although there’s not really much mention of it, this is with a plus size reader in mind. as a plus size girly myself, it sucks to read x reader stories and knowing in the back of your mind that it wasn’t written with your body type in mind (although there’s nothing wrong with writers that do that of course). i just thought i would add to the plus size reader community because there are barely any buck fics and i believe in my heart that he loves plus size women. anyway, enjoy <3

warnings: smut (obviously lol), no use of y/n, fem!reader, plus size!reader, race inclusive!reader

MDNI- 18+ Only

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

When y’all finish he’ll wait a few minutes before pulling out, head buried in your neck as his breathing gets back to normal. He’ll kiss your neck and tell you how good you were for him, before finally getting up to clean you up. After that he wants to lay with you and talk, just enjoying each other’s company, maybe y’all will make some food if you feel like it.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His: Probably his arms. He’s worked hard to be as fit as he is and he enjoys using his arms to move you/lift you while you’re having sex. He takes pride in his appearance, he knows he’s hot, but it’s an added bonus that he can lift you up and do whatever he (or you) wants.

Yours: I am of the firm belief that Evan Buckley is a thigh man. He loves how they feel in his hands, he loves how they look when you straddle him, he can’t get enough. He loves to see them jiggle when you move, or when he playfully smacks them. He loves thick thighs and I will die on this hill

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

This man has a BREEDING KINK OKAY!!! He loves to cum inside you, fucking deep into you and feeling his cum fill you up. He loves watching it slowly dripping out, so he can finger it back in. If that’s not your thing I think the next best place would be on your stomach, watching your face as he lets go, seeing the way he marks you up. He loves your little tummy, how it moves as he ruts into you, so he loves it when you let him cum all over it.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

I only call this a dirty secret because he would never tell anyone about this after the last time it happened and he got fired. He wants to fuck you in the fire engine SO BAD. He can’t help but think of the way you would look as he fucked into you quickly, trying not to get caught with your dress up around your waist. He knows it’s not gonna happen, he’d never hear the end of it from anyone in his life if it did, but god he wants to so bad.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Girl have we watched the same show?? This man FUCKS!!! We all know (and love) Buck 1.0, and we know he knows what to do. Buck 3.0 might mean him changing into, well, not a sex addict, but that doesn’t mean he forgot his training (🫡). I think he understands that every woman is different, and while he might not get it exactly right the first time, he’s a fast and eager learner, watching what exactly makes you squirm and moan the most for him.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Canonically, Buck LOVES when you ride him, and I agree. He loves to watch you move yourself on him, able to grab at your thighs, and your hips, and your chest. He also loves to move you on him, squeezing your hips tightly as he sets the pace if you start getting tired or if he just feels like it.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

I mean, he’s Buck, he’s truly a golden retriever of a man and cannot stay serious for long. I think he’s a bit of a mix, he can be serious in the moment, but at the end of the day, he’s still Buck, and Buck is silly goofy.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He keeps it nicely trimmed, carpets match the drapes. In terms of his partner, he really doesn’t give a fuck. He’s seen it all and could not care less as long as he feels the way you wrap around him so perfectly.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Buck 3.0 is a man of TASTE, but that being said, I think he only really pulls out the romance during special occasions. Most of the time this man wants to freak nasty, but sometimes when he’s tired, or just feels especially in cuddly/clingy, he’ll be more romantic.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He does it pretty often, of course not when he has the option to fuck you instead (and you’re willing, of course), but if you’re not with him and he needs a quick release, he getting right to it.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Breeding: I will scream this till the day that I die, this man wants a family more than anything. Whenever he’s inside of you, he can’t help but think about how pretty you’d look with your belly all round with his babies.

Praise: Look at this pathetic little guy, he needs to be praised, he thrives on it. He loves to hear how good he feels, how good he’s making you feel. This goes both ways. He’s in your ear immediately telling you how good you feel, how well you’re taking him, how pretty you look.

Spanking: HEAR ME OUT!! While I’m not sure he would actually bend you over his knee (but honestly the more I think about it he might) he would LOVE to give your ass a nice little swat as you’re riding him. He loves the sound it makes, and the sound you make because you’re not expecting it. I don’t think he’d ever do it hard enough to hurt too much, but I think enough to make your ass a little red would definitely be something he could get behind (lol).

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He doesn’t have a ring cutter in the kitchen for nothing<3

I think he likes to have sex at home the most, on the bed, on the couch, on the kitchen counter. You name it, he wants to fuck you there. His favourite is the counter because he loves seeing you being so domestic in the kitchen. Making dinner, cleaning up, whatever, he wants you right then and there and cannot wait. He’ll come up behind you, wrapping his arms around you as he kisses your neck before slowly turning you around to face him and lift you onto the counter to have his way with you.

While he’s moved on from having sex in public places that could (will) get him fired, he’s still into it, but in less obvious places. If y’all are in his car and you’re looking a little too good in his passenger seat, he loves an empty parking lot quickie. Front seat, back seat, whatever you want, he’d be pulling you onto him as soon as he puts the jeep in park.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Girl ANYTHING gets him going, it would take one look, one touch, one word and this man would be ready to go. I think what really gets him going though is seeing you with kids or getting along so well with the 118. This man truly just wants a silly little family and someone that can get along with the 118fam, so seeing you like that has him making up a stupid excuse to leave a little early so he can take you home and have his hands all over you.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Like I said before, I don’t think he would do anything to hurt you too much, other than the occasional light spanking or biting. He would also not be into any kind of age play or pet play, he’s pro kink but it’s just not for him.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

This man is a giver and I stand by this. Dear god he loves nothing more than having you spread open for him, hands tangled in his hair as he makes himself at home between your thighs. He loves having his hands gripping your thick thighs, feeling them on either side of his head. When you start to get squirmy from the overstimulation he’ll place a large hand over your lower stomach, holding you still as he pushes you over the edge again.

With all that said, he will definitely not say no to getting head. He loves seeing you look up at him while you’re on your knees, trying to take all of him. He’ll keep a hand in your hair, pulling it softly every now and then, and he can’t help but moan and whine as he gets closer and closer, eventually cumming down your throat as he squeezes his eyes shut.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

It depends on the day, but most of the time he likes it rough and fast. He loves a good quickie, meaning it kinda has to be more fast paced and rough, and he’s pretty easy to get riled up, so when you drop any sort of hint, he’s on you immediately and ready. On other days where he’s feeling extra clingy and lovey, he’ll be more of a slow and sensual guy, but I think for the most part he loves to fuck you deep and rough.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Like I said, he loves a good quickie. A lot of the time he craves a quickie before work, needing to feel you before his long shift. I think they happen pretty often, but he’d much rather take his time with you, using his fingers and mouth before he fucks you.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

As long as there’s clear communication he’s down to try pretty much anything, he’ll do anything to make you happy (within reason). I think he’s also a risk taker (also within reason, he has to think about not getting fired again, of course). Buck 1.0 is still inside him somewhere when it comes to sex so he definitely loves a little risk, but he’s grown enough to know where the line is.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

While he would love to go as many rounds as possible, I think it would realistically be 2-3, lasting about 10-15 minutes each round. I think he would be the type to like having some time between rounds, tension still high as you talk and lay around before he's back on you again.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Once again, he doesn’t have a ring cutter in his kitchen for nothing<3

He likes them, he definitely owns a few toys of his own. Vibrators, cock rings, some handcuffs or restraints, he’s very open to anything that increases y’alls pleasure.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He does it sometimes not really meaning to, like he does something and you’re like….dear god…and maybe he doesn’t notice the first time but the second time he does and WILL keep going until you snap. He loves the way you get all squirmy and whiny and desperate for him, knowing you want him as much as he wants you.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

So vocal!!!! Literally that meme thats like “y’all afraid to make noise in the bedroom?? i be in my girls ear like…” He loves dirty talk (on both ends) and he can’t help but let out low moans when you’re clenching around him. He also loves hearing your breathless whimpers, making him feel like he’s doing a good job, and encouraging him to pull more sounds from your lips.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

If he was in a relationship during the whole sperm donor thing, it would be the longest few weeks for both of y’all. I imagine the first time he has an appointment, you make sure you’re waiting for him in a cute little matching set, knowing how excited he was to finally be buried inside you again, hearing you whine as he fills you up. He’s so frustrated when his appointment doesn’t work out that he doesn’t let you know how it went, instead being unpleasantly surprised when he sees you sprawled out on his bed when you get home and unable to do anything about it. He wants nothing more than to rip your pretty little set off your body and run his hands up and down your soft curves, but he can’t, and it’s torture. You apologize (but he will hear none of it because it was a lovely surprise, just shitty circumstances), and instead you change into an oversized shirt and sweatpants to enjoy a completely normal (and not sexual at all) night on the couch.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

8 inches, thick, no complaints <3

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

HIGH!!! This man is thinking about sex 24/7, and if he could, his hands would be on you at all times.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Most of the time I think he stays up for a while, just hanging out and talking to you. But if he comes home after a long shift he’s fucking GONE in 5 minutes tops.

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Hii lovely! I'm a very anxious person, so I'm so sorry if I come across as awkward in any way shape or form, I tend to be more of a lurker, but I'm trying to get better at interacting!!

First of all, your Bridgerton fic is??? SO?? GOOD??? The way you portray all the characters, the language, the settings, everything is just absolutely chef's kiss!! When I watched season 3 this spring I was sat there thinking about how good Gojo would be in the setting, so cue my excitement once I found your fic lmfaoo

ALSO?! Spider-man Gojo?? Academic rivals to lovers??? I would literally give my soul for that. Spidey is my all time favourite superhero and it's one of my favourite tropes sob SUPER excited to read it once you get it done!! <3

You write so so so beautifully and you (among a few others) make me actually feel like getting my finger out of my arse and write myself LOL But until then, have some art of Bridgerton Gojo? Just a sketch for now, and I couldn't for the life of me decide on hairstyle, so uhh, have both I guess??(+ two slightly different expressions lmfao)

I also just want to mention, please make sure to not pressure yourself too hard with writing and take everything at your own pace!! I (among others, I'm sure) would wait for however long you need to finish up these lovely works of yours!!

(I'm so sorry if these ever get super long, I'm a big time yapper, which is ironic for an anxious person loool)

Muuuch love<33

OMG HI BB!!!!! thank you so much for interacting with me, even though it's out of your comfort zone :') plsplspls don't worry about being too awkward or anything, i literally was smiling like an idiot while reading ur ask!!

and AHHH thank you so much!!! it's so funny that you say you thought that while watching season three because it was actually that season that made me want to write this series. glad to be of service <3

AHHH i'm also really excited to post it. i'm not done but im sooooo excited to finish it and have really been enjoying the process because spiderman is also one of my fav troupes + i feel like i've been able to write it in my OWN voice. super super excited for that <3

OH MY GOD. YOU DRAW SO BEAUTIFULLY??? I LOVE THIS SKETCH. i honestly really like both hairstyles and expressions you drew them so well 😭 i definitely imagine his hairstyle as the one on the left while im writing. everything from the outfit to pose you drew SO WELL (im in LOVE with the jacket as well as the shoes) he looks so BOUGIE and so TALL im literally going to climb him. and im ngl the expression the right seems so much like his sassy self, especially when he's making fun of someone while his expression on the left i interpret as something a bit more unfiltered, when he's more genuine. god you are so talented, literally captured the vibes.

AND ILY!!! no matter how long these asks are i will read them pls bring forth the yap. literally squealed while reading this, ilysm. thank you SO MUCH for drawing bridgerton!gojo im so honored 🫶🫶🫶

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The Bear & His Honey Chapter 3

Inspo: Quote - “All the lights couldn’t put out the dark that’s running through my heart ”  Summary: (18+ ONLY FIC!!!) Winnie & Richie meet for the first time, have a conversation about their love for Taylor Swift over a cigarette while Carmen fights through a panic attack in his office. W/C: 3,000 A/N: Oh my WORD!! I am so excited for this chapter, I hope you all like it!! I’m hoping my Carmy and Richie are doin’ it for ya! I’m feeling this pacing for the moment, but I promise there will be a time jump at some point. I just want to have the relationships build a little and have you guys get to know Winnie outside of who she is with Carmy!!  Warnings for BTC: Abuse (Verbal, Emotional, Physical), Swearing, Self Harm, Cigarettes, Mentions of alcohol, PTSD, Panic Attacks, Disassociation, Negative self talk, bad coping skills. (0 smut though, wow!!) 

𝒞𝒽𝑒𝒸𝓀 𝒪𝓊𝓉 𝑀𝓎 𝑀𝒶𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉!

Chapter 2 Here!

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“Don’t worry missy, mommy isn’t forgetting about you” I brush my hand over my cat, Persephone’s, supple fluffy white tail. “Jus’ give me a second ok?” I leaned into the mirror, finishing applying a mauve lip liner to the edges of my lips before filling them in with gloss. I give myself one final lookover, smoothing down my pale, buttercup-colored cardigan. I look like I should be freezing my ass off, but thanks to my fleece-lined nude tights- I am warm as can be. 

I head into the kitchen, Persephone weaving in and out of my legs as she usually did getting a giggle out of me. “Poor starving fluffy baby mm’?” I coo, grabbing her dish from the cabinet and emptying one of her favorite shrimp-flavored Friskies lil’ soups into the bowl, and setting it down for her. She dives right in and I scratch her head lovingly. “There, that is your bedtime snack ok? You got it early, so when it’s really time for bed later, don’t try and tell me I forgot somethin’ yea?” I go grab my ‘purse’ from the bedroom which was just the tote I’d gotten at Taylor Swift's concert a few months ago, as well as my white pleather platform boots, and sit in the entry hall, putting them on. 

I look at myself once more in the hall mirror, adjusting the white bow tying back my long locks that I’d curled. “Love y’ baby, Mama be home soon, be goods ok?” I called to Seph’ who was still chowing down in the kitchen. I slipped on my fur cape shawl-type garment over my shoulders and stepped out of my apartment. Locking my door, I headed back down a few blocks to The Bear. I put on my headphones as I walk, humming softly to the music blasting through them. 

As I approach the alleyway, I see light puffs of smoke coming out into the street. I hurried my pace, hoping it was Carmen out for a smoke before I showed up. But when I finally see around the corner, it's not Carmen, it’s some other man. Older, wearing a brown leather jacket. He nods in my direction and his lips move, his voice completely drowned out by the music that was still blasting in my ears. I pull my headphone away from my ear lightly “Sorry, wha’dya say?” I asked, taking them off and putting them in my bag.  

“I asked if you were in your Fearless Era? Nice sweater” he said and I smiled wide. “Shut up- you listen to Taylor Swift?” I walked up to him, leaning a few feet away on the brick wall. “Hell yeah! My daughter loves her, you saw the show too?” He takes another drag of his cigarette and I smile with an enthusiastic nod. “Mmhmm!!” I say proudly “Can you believe She played Death By A Thousand Cuts and Mad Woman?! Those are like, my favorites from those albums!” 

He blows the smoke past me and nods with a smile. “It really was fuckin’ fantastic. Broad puts on such a crazy show it was fire.” I looked closer and realized he was wearing chef's clogs “D’ you work here?” I questioned. Another nod “My cus’ owns it. You been?” He asked and my eyes widened before I let out a laugh, a real laugh. 

“I’m here for - for him!! Actually. He umm..invited me for a drink.” I said a shy smile dancing on my lips and my cheeks heating slightly.

“Holy shit” he laughs. “Holy fuckin’ shit” he shakes his head in disbelief. “What?” I giggle. “He has a secret girlfriend or somethin’?” I joked and that got another chuckle out of him. “No, no. Absolutely not- I just am- in shock and awe.” He snorts, taking another drag. 

“Why’s that? Am I ugly or somethin’?” I teased “oh no no quite the opposite actually, surprised he was able to talk to you. Kid gets all quiet around pretty girls.” I shrugged. “Hes….shy. But very funny.” I added. “Funny? Wow. I can’t wait to tell Sug’ t’morrow. Wait so how did you- how did he ask you out?” He questioned.

 I took a deep breath, a sheepish smile on my face “ok, so- he didn’t - he did ask, but he did it by making me ask. He was like ‘oh so you only go out with guys that have xyz’ and I was like ‘no you askin’ me out player?’ And he was like ‘nope but we can go out’ he’s such a dork” I smile at my feet and he snorts a laugh, rubbing his chin like Carmen does. 

“Yeee’ that’s Carmen’s style. He's very indirect- with girls that is. With family though- god. He’s too honest most of the time” I look back up at him. “So… how does this whole thing work, like- so Carmen is your cousin, and who is Sugar?” I asked “oh, yeah Sugars my cousin too, but she’s Carmy’s big-sis. That’s why if you decide to start comin’ ‘round more often don’t be surprised if you see her bossin’ him around even though he’s technically the boss” I giggle a bit. 

“Ohh no I saw it already. She’s- she can be scary. But she’s very pretty, so that makes up for it. She came in tellin’ him off about cups earlier” I said and he chuckles “Yeah. She was the torment today, it’s usually Carmen but he was ok for the most part. Except at the end of the day, oh! Shit!! Oh my god you” he said and I looked at him, confused. “Me?” I question, pointing at my chest. “You. Yeah you. That’s why he was sooo fuckin’ dead set on hauling everyone’s asses out the door at 9:40. Oh and that’s why he had Marcus deep clean the bar. I see.” He took another drag of his cigarette. A heat brushed my cheeks.

 Is he nervous to see me? 

I take my bottom lip between my teeth in thought. “How’d you meet?” He asked, bringing me back. My gaze meets his again, “ah- we met today? Actually? Well, I think I’ve seen him like- around, because I’ll take walks on my breaks so he’s probably been out smoking. But I was gonna come by the restaurant for lunch and he was in need of a light so, I gave him one. And then he found I work at the bookstore and figured that means I’m smart or something and with his pretty eyes he just… managed to rope me into editing your dessert menu” I said and he laughed. 

“That’s one thing about Carm’ this place?” He taps the brick with his finger “Is him, he will do anything to make something perfect about it. So I guess consider yourself smart since he trusted you to even suggest he does anything differently. That’s so much trust with him, he must really like you” he said and I blushed, my eyes meeting my boots again. 

Really like you. 

“So are all you Berzattos this charming, or is it just you and Carm?” I teased and he laughed, his head falling back “Oh, I like you” he pats my arm before stomping out the butt of his cigarette. “Here, you don’t have to walk all the way around - let me just let you in the kitchen” he dug keys out of his pocket, unlocking the large metal door. “Just realized, never got your name.” He said, opening the door and holding it ajar with his foot. 

“Winnie” I reply, and held out my hand. He shakes it, his hands were cold from the weather but his touch was gentle. “Richie” he said and I looked into the hall that leads into the kitchen, my heart beginning to hammer in my chest. “Well I’ll leave you kids at it. No fuckin’ in the kitchen it’s spotless “ he said, breaking the tension in my chest and earning a laugh from me. “No promises, know where he is?” I asked and he nodded with his chin down the hall “2nd door on the right, his office. He’s probably finishing up paperwork n’ shit.” He said and I gently kissed his cheek on my way through the door, a friendly gesture. 

“It was very nice to meet you, Richie.” I said sweetly, his cheeks were bright red. “You too, Winnie. Hopefully we see you around more- Carm can use the attitude adjustment you gave ‘em this afternoon a little more often.” He joked and my cheeks were the ones that now felt hot to the touch. 

He actually listened to what I’d said about being good. 

I nod “I’ll work on it” I said and he nodded with a smile, “night.” He said “g’night! Be safe!” I replied as he shut the door. 

The kitchen was completely silent, the only sound was the buzzing of the lights. It was literal night and day. The bookstore was always quiet unless we were doing story time for littles, and at night it was just as quiet. 

“Carmen?” I called out, my heels clicking as I made my way down the hall. “Hellooo? Hello hello?” I called, hoping he’d open up the office door. My heart picks up again, I feel it in my throat. Pounding, booming. I try to swallow the thick thumping, but it doesn’t help. I hear a hard thump against Carmen’s office door, causing my eyebrows to furrow. 

I get up to it, leaning in and I hear Carmen breathing, heavy and uncontrolled. I speak up, trying to find my confidence. He had invited me here. He wants me here. 

He trusted you to even suggest he does anything differently. That’s so much trust with him, he must really like you…

Richie’s words of encouragement bounce around in my mind. 

I took a deep breath, gently tapping on the door with my French tip. 

“Carmen? Carrrm? Ya’ in there? Hellooooo? I hear you breathing in there… Ok, well guess what- I just met your cousin Richie, and apparently? He listens to Taylor Swift too. So, unless you open up this door? I’ll like- totally go right back out there and flirt with him - and, you’ll positively 100% lose your super-duper smokin’ hot date to your awesome, super friendly cousin-“ 

Carm POV;

**10 minutes before Winnie shows up**

I lean against the office door, eyes screwed shut, so tightly my forehead was beginning to cramp up as my hand shakes uncontrollably next to me, my wrist cracking with every violent flick. I was desperately trying to feel something, but my entire body was numb. My chest heaves up and down rapidly, tears burning my eyes and I roughly rub over my forehead and cheeks. Clawing at my hair and pulling tightly, to feel something, anything at all. “Fuckin - get it together, fuck!” I muttered, desperate, my nails digging into my forearm so hard that if I had any mind to me at this moment, I’d realize I was drawing blood. She would be here any second, the first - first girl, the only girl I have ever had the balls to ask out, and of course one of these - these - episodes.. Just had to come on - right now. I bump my head against the door in a futile attempt to ground myself, but it doesn’t work. I still feel fucking nothing. 

All of a sudden, per usual to this bullshit- I’m transported back to New York, to Noma, in the bathroom, hurling my guts up before my regular night shift. The pang in my stomach though, was merciful compared to the fucking hell on earth that place was.

 Then, I was on line, making Julianne cuts to a carrot for the 3rd time since the previous 2 were ‘obviously done by a blind ape’, or ‘disgustingly amateur’ as per what I can only presume is the words of the demonic human incarnate of every, single, sin, in any life, I’ve ever fucking lived, coming back in this one to haunt me in to my grave. 

 “You fucking stupid sack of shit” he seeths in my ear. “You are pure shit. Hear me? You are nothing motherfucker, you are a fucking shitstain on my name. I swear, at this rate? You get outta’ here? You are done, Hear me? DONE!!!” he barks in my ear so vociferous that it circumscribes the furthest corners of my mind, my knife slipping when I twitch slightly at the pain of the volume in my ear and it shreds into my skin, deep. 

I hissed at the sting before the fire of pain, my hand jerking away on instinct and dropping the knife. It clattered to the floor loudly and before I could react he grabbed the collar of my whites brutely, dragging me somewhere, my feet stumbling and tripping over each other as he towed me like a ragdoll, before he was violently throwing me to the floor of the bathroom in a pathetic, bleeding heap. “Fucking pussy” he growled, digging his chef's clog in my side just enough to knock the remaining wind out of my lungs. “Clean yourself up, pathetic moron. There's fucking work to be done, or did you overlook that? You slothful, utterly useless, piece of garbage.” The door to the bathroom slams, and I’m left alone, my blood leaking into the tile. At least he didn’t spit on me this time. 

My first thought isn’t if I need stitches, or of the unbelievable pain coursing through my hand and wrist - of course not, why would I ever think of myself first? Instead, it’s of the fact that my blood pool has already grown so large that it’s leaking into the grout of the restroom floor. And if it stains with the remnants of my stupid mistake, I am fucked, done, and utterly screwed. I scramble up, wincing lightly as I try to take a breath, a sharp ache going through my left lung where his shoe had dug in. 

Suddenly, I’m ripped through the walls of space and time, the soft hum of the heater meeting my ears, as the sound of the sweetest voice I’d ever heard makes its way through the door, She’s here.

“Carmen? Carrrm? Ya’ in there? Hellooooo? I hear you breathing in there… Ok, well guess what- I just met your cousin Richie, and apparently? He listens to Taylor Swift too. So, unless you open up this door? I’ll like- totally go out there and flirt with him - and, you’ll positively 100% lose your super-duper smokin’ hot date to your awesome, super friendly cousin- I also brought my book since you were just sooo interested earlier. Maybe you can take some tips from the bat-boys for your flirting skills, handsome.” 

Her voice was like a tether, gently tugging me back into my body. It’s as if my soul snaps back into my physical self all at once, her words ringing through my mind like soothing white noise, not registering a single thing she’s saying, but relishing in the fact my feet were on the ground, and I was beginning to be able to feel them there again. I try to find focus on the sound of her sweet, sweet voice.

My face finally relaxes, and I force my eyes open. I’m back- Back at the bear. I let out a shaking sigh of relief, my entire body was trembling. Blood felt like it was pooling back into every one of my limbs in a tsunami. I suddenly felt so heavy, like I could just sink into the floor in a heap and die there.

“J-J-J” I stutter out, biting down on my cheek so hard I felt a sting of pain and the taste of metal filled my mouth, so embarrassed that I’m succumbing to my old habits, especially in front of her. Forcing a deep breath into my lungs, finding my head, find your head, find it, find it Carmen. 

I inhaled so deeply it felt for a moment like my lungs could pop like balloons, before focusing all of my energy into letting out the breath as controlled and light as I could, which finally centered me enough to be able to find my tongue. “Just One sec. M’ sorry” I managed to get out, rubbing over my face roughly to get rid of the remnants of any stray tears, before wiping my hands on my shirt and turning to open the door. 

Before my mind and my….brain? Could process my actions, I was pulling the door open, pulling her into my chest, and nuzzling my face into her neck. I held her to me tightly, as if we were hanging off the very edge of the earth, and she was my only tether to reality. I took a deep breath, my knees feeling weaker at the intoxicating scent of her, Jasmine, rose, orange? Maybe grapefruit…and…Honey.  

“Thank y’ for comin’, Winnie, I need a fuckin’ drink, now.” I mutter quietly into her supple skin.

Read Chapter 4 Here!

[svltzmans]

begin again - h.m.

a/n: hi! this is the first angsty fic i've written so i'm very open to suggestions and thoughts lmao, even though everything i write is fluffy at the end bc i can't help myself

warnings: this is kinda sad but it gets better at the end i promise! exes to lovers, maybe a throwaway line about sex or two, as always i wrote this but didn't edit it 😁

y/n sits in her favorite coffee shop, nursing her mug delicately between her fingers.

the air outside was frigid, with each person walking on the sidewalk bundled up in warm jackets.

y/n had taken a liking to spending time alone in the café, enjoying a cappuccino or two and reading a novel.

something about the gentle hustle and bustle of the shop around her made her feel less alone, yet she felt like she could enjoy her solitude.

her reading glasses are resting on the bridge of her nose, her eyes following the lines of the pages at a quick pace.

y/n finds herself getting engrossed in stories quite often, including finishing an entire book in an hour or two.

realizing that she had finished her coffee in her trance, she brings the mug to the counter for a refill.

just as she starts her conversation with the barista, the door chimes as it opens.

an auburn haired woman walks in, her wavy locks resting effortlessly on her back and shoulders. her cheeks are a shade of pink, clearly from the chill outside. she seems confused, looking around the café like a lost child.

it's when she locks eyes with y/n that she finds what she's looking for.

y/n recognizes the woman as none other than hope mikaelson, her ex-girlfriend.

a shiver runs down her spine when she sees hope approaching.

she thinks it's a sign to walk away, but she doesn't.

she can't.

"hi," hope nearly whispers, her voice shy.

"what are you doing here?" y/n responds, a slight venom coming from every word.

hope doesn't know what to say. her mind scrambles looking for an answer.

"i, uh, coffee," she stutters, hoping that y/n would believe her.

hope knew that this was y/n's favorite café. y/n was fully aware of that.

and hope hated coffee.

nonetheless, y/n decides to just let it go.

"okay," she simply responds, taking her now full mug and sitting back at her table.

hope follows, preparing to sit. she waits for an objection from the girl across from her.

when she doesn't get one, she finally sits.

it's immediately awkward, a tension looming between hope and y/n.

"what's new?" hope asks, trying to break the ice.

y/n looks at hope with disapproval, then diverts her eyes to the ground.

"y/n, can you hear me out? please? i came to... to talk to you."

y/n keeps her head down, tapping her foot on the ground.

"i know i hurt you-" hope starts, before being interrupted by y/n.

"you broke my heart. you didn't 'hurt' me. it was much more than that to me."

hope sighs, briefly resting her head in her hands. guilt washes over her all over again, a feeling that had become familiar since her breakup with y/n.

"i gave you my all. my devotion, my support, my body, everything," y/n continues, growing slightly emotional. she speaks softly as to not disturb the peace of the shop, but the way she speaks makes her sound like she's yelling.

"and you just, ended it. and never explained it to me."

hope looks at y/n, tears welling in her eyes.

"that's why i'm here. i just, i can't stop thinking about it."

y/n takes a deep breath, looking back at her now seemingly exasperated ex.

"i just, i had never felt so strongly before. i was scared."

"scared?" y/n repeats, confusion evident in her tone.

"of the way i felt. it was all new to me. i don't think i had ever been in love before i met you, y/n."

y/n stops herself from softening at hope's words, keeping a blank expression as she explains herself.

"so you broke up with me because you... loved me?"

hope sighs, running a hand through her hair.

"it's more than that, y/n," she responds, defeat in her voice.

"i've been... hurt before. by people i thought i loved. people i thought loved me. i knew that couldn't happen with you. i guess i just... felt like i had to protect myself."

y/n feels her heart break at hope's words, remembering the pain her ex had endured.

"i understand," y/n responds, a single tear running down the side of her face. "it just... it was really hurtful."

"the way i handled it is my biggest regret," hope admits, twiddling her fingers in her lap. "you deserve better, y/n."

y/n focuses on her ex's face. she is truly beautiful, effortlessly looking angelic sitting across from her.

"i want to be the one to give you better," hope continues. "please give me another chance, y/n. i have never wanted something so badly in my life."

y/n can't help but smirk at hope, feeling flattered by her dedication.

"one date. and we'll see what happens from there," y/n responds, seeing the relief on hope's face. "i'm trusting you, mikaelson. i always have."

y/n stands up from the table, returning her mug to the counter and heading for the exit.

hope remains at the table, smiling to herself. she pulls out a small notebook from her pocket, titling the newest page "date ideas."

hope mikaelson knows she loves y/n y/l/n. now, she just has to prove it.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Once Upon a Time 2

Warnings: non/dubcon and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

Characters: Andy Barber

Part of the Bookstore AU

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

That man is back. You see Andy’s gray jacket as he passes through the front doors. You shouldn't recognise it so easily.

You adeptly scurry behind the end of the bookshelf and hide. You know you shouldn’t do that, he’s a customer, but it’s the third time he’s been there in five days. You’re exhausted, not just of him but everything.

Only after his last visit did you realise he’s stopped asking for Pine. The shop owner has grown elusive and the managers bold in his absence. They barely walk the floor and leave you and the other associates to deal with truck and customers alike.

You hide up around the bestsellers and pretend to sort through the Top Picks shelf. As you do, your headset beeps and Chelsea calls your name over the line. She asks you to pop into the fiction. Great, she’s passing off another customer. All she does is scroll through her phone and drink her sugary lattes.

You hit the button and tell her you’ll be right there. You don’t need her yelling at another old woman. That cost you a store credit and a lot of stress. 

You head along the far wall and turn into the fiction section. You don’t see Chelsea but you find a familiar face nonetheless. Andy smiles and gives you a wave.

“There you are. Wasn’t sure you were working,” he greets as you approach wearily. Of course, it’s him. “I finished the last book so… actually, I don’t know if you watch it but I heard there were some books for that Bridgerton show. I just got into it– is that lame?”

He chatters a lot. He has a certain air to him. He can be charming but also seems to believe that everything he says is interesting. You wish he’d realise that to you he’s just another customer. The worst type; the sort that believes they’re your only one.

“I… I’ve seen the first episode but I haven’t been able to catch up,” you humour him, “we have the books. Some of the most popular sellers.”

You guide him down the aisle towards the spread of colourful covers. He follows and stops to peruse the title. He scratches his beard as he hums.

“Thanks, uh, I didn’t even ask,” he turns on you again, “how are you doing?”

You answer with your usual, the thoughtless, “good, and you?”

“Eh, long day at work. Figure I’d stop in on my lunch. Try to distract myself,” he undoes the top button of his coat, “toasty in here, huh?”

“I guess,” you shrug, “was there anything else you need help finding?”

“Uh, no, I don’t think so,” he deflates just slightly, “you’ll be around though, if I do?”

“Sure,” you answer as you repress a wave of agitation. 

You back away as he watches you, almost mournful. You assume he’s a little lonely. You hear divorce is rough. A bit sad to see. He’s probably twice your age and he makes you think of those guys who mope when you tell them not to grind on you in the club. You’re not much into that scene but every now and then Ginny talks you into it.

You see Chelsea a few shelves down. She has an airpod in and her headset dangling. You’re not surprised. Her acrylics tap on her phone as she paces blindly up and down. She won’t be much help.

You stop by the shelf of Garfield comics and fix the few books switched around. Customers tend to mess up more than they buy. The colourful books no doubt attracted children who didn’t know better than to leave chaos in their stead. That’s why you steer clear of the children’s section, even if the plushies are cute.

You spin back, wanting to head back up to best sellers but a tall figure appears from the end of a row. Andy waves at you again, several books against his left arm. He comes towards you as you reluctantly advance.

“Hey, uh, think I found what I need,” he announces, “I was looking at the online shop and you sell the little book lights?” He holds up his fingers to show the size, “they clip onto the page.”

“Oh, uh, yes, those are at the front,” you point, “right on your way to checkout.”

“Great,” he hugs the books tighter. You stand in the lull, expecting him to say more. He clears his throat and traces his fingers around his mouth, “uh, well, you… you can’t check me out?”

“I’m not on cash until one,” you say. “Sorry, but someone will be up there.”

“Mmm,” he nods and looks down at his armful, “you’re so helpful. I wanted to fill out the survey for you.”

“That’s fine,” you shake your head, “really. I hope you enjoy your books.”

"Yeah, I don't know if I should watch the show first or after..."

"Hmm, I don't know," you say. "I hear they're both good."

He doesn’t move right away. His face falls as he lingers. You don’t know what to do. That’s about the nicest way you can say go away.

You put your hand to your earpiece and look away, “yeah, one second, be right there,” you say to no one. “Sorry, gotta get back to it.”

You inch away and twirl around, swiftly dipping down an aisle. His long sigh tails after you as his disappointment nips at your heels. It’s not like he’s done anything wrong, he’s been polite, but it’s a bit much. There’s at least six other associates he can bother. You’d prefer it if he did.

[the-californicationist]

twenty questions for fic writers!

thank you for the tag @crashtestbunny 🩷 i've been looking forward to this questionnaire!

here's my AO3 link if anyone needs it

1. how many works do you have on ao3?

91

2. what's your total ao3 word count?

503410

3. what fandoms do you write for?

Call of Duty (AO3)

Game of Thrones (AO3)

Blacklist (AO3)

Doctor Who (Private)

True Blood (Private)

Firefly (Private)

Star Wars (Private)

4. top five fics by kudos

Guile & Guilt (COD: Soap/Reader)

The Window (COD: Poly141/Reader)

Gunslinger (COD: Price/Reader)

5. do you respond to comments?

Yes! I try to respond to all my comments. I miss them sometimes, but for the most part, I try to get to every one.

6. what is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Budapest (COD: Price/Reader) TW: Major Character Death

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

Good Fences (COD: Price/Reader)

8. do you get hate on fics?

No. I would cry. Keep the hate to yourselves, please. I'm like an unguarded marshmallow of a person.

9. do you write smut?

I think that's the only thing I can write.

10. craziest crossover:

Gravitational Shift (COD/Star Wars: Price/Sith Female OC)

11. have you ever had a fic stolen?

No, luckily I'm not famous enough for that.

12. have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes! Gunslinger (COD: Price/Reader) is available in Russian.

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

The Sin Eater (COD: Monster!Price/Reader) is co-authored with the illustrious @vampirekilmerfic. When our lives calm down, we'll be finishing the damn thing. 🩷

I am also working on a Regency!Price fic with @ofdivinity01 TBA soon. 🩷

14. all time favorite ship?

SanSan

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

I will finish them all.

16. what are your writing strengths?

Dialogue

Descriptions of dicks

17. what are your writing weaknesses?

Pacing. I'm always in such a hurry.

Lack of variety. I'm addicted to the HEA.

18. thoughts on dialogue in another language?

I have my PhD in Linguistics, so any chance I get, I love to include languages and dialects different from Standard English.

I spent about a month researching the difference between German and Austrian for Guardian (COD: Konig/FemOC). Probably should've spent some time researching the actual video game, but I was too horny.

When I read fics with other languages in them, it makes it feel more realistic to me, and I really enjoy it when authors throw in any locale-specific socio-cultural information as well.

19. first fandom you wrote in?

Harry Potter

20. favorite fic you've written?

Goldfish (GOT: Sandor/Sansa). I love it. I'm so proud of myself for what I was able to accomplish with that fic. Horrible reception, though.

In my COD collection, it would have to be Gunslinger, but I think Ursa Major might give it a run for its money.

NPTs: @vampirekilmerfic // @kit-williams // @deadbranch

[marimeeko]

Unnamed Fix-it fic: Chapter 2! (Post 431, Angst, hurt/eventual comfort, mutual pining and idiocy, BAKUDEKU)

Alright, I'm sending this one. I have had a bit of a war with myself over the sequence of events, but I think I have it figured out. I will continue to be anxious about it though. Lol.

Also I estimate this will be about 5 to 6 chapters. I think. I will try not to get carried away, lmao.

This chapter is admittedly cheesy-sweet but like...whatever, it's fun. 🥲

//Chapter 1//Chapter 2//

"With that, let's take our break for lunch!" Izuku clapped his hands together, cheerfully dismissing his class of first years. The classroom began to buzz, students beginning to sweep all of their worksheets and study materials away into their bags.

"Oh, it's a bit early," Izuku corrected himself, finally checking his watch. The time usually escaped him when he did his lectures, but today it had gone at a stellar pace. "So, does anyone have any last questions before we are all packed up?"

No one thought to raise their hands , so Izuku carried on with erasing the board behind him.

Someone next to the window looked at Izuku and raised their hand and asked,

"Midoriya-sensei, DynaMight hasn't crashed our class to bring you lunch in a while! What's going on?"

"What? DynaMight?" Izuku laughed, thoroughly not expecting that question at all. "Well, he's really busy, and he's working on his own agency now, so I imagine he's off taking care of that!"

The classroom then started to whisper, excitedly, about the prospect of DynaMight having his own agency. Izuku smiled to himself as he got back to erasing the board, thinking fondly about Katsuki having become a favorite of his students. Most kids their age, and even the kids in his class, tended to like more...agreeable, or charismatic heroes, as well as ones higher than Katsuki on the ranking list. Mirio, of course, was quite popular, not just for his power and his record of saving, but for that honest, goofy personality and golden retriever energy.

Katsuki had his audience, for sure, but they skewed typically towards young adult males who liked his powerful quirk and take no prisoners attitude in battle.

However, the students in Izukus orbit seemed to have taken a shine to the bombastic hero. Not that Izuku could blame them...Kacchan was still amazing...

"Midoriya-sensei! Does that mean you're going to go work for his agency??" Kota shouted this time. The classroom went quiet quickly, everyone anticipating the answer.

Izuku froze, hand still raised, eraser pressed to the board.

He had already shown his students the suit that now allowed him to do hero work, and given them a rousing demonstration of how the suit replicated his former powers, and it had honestly been one of his funnest days teaching to have his students try to catch him in it. The kids were inspired to see their legendary teacher back in action, so it was only natural, he supposed, for the kids to have questions on how he intended to do his hero work going forward.

But the question still caught him off guard somehow.

The eraser in his hand finished it's streak as Izuku turned back around.

"Well...I'm a teacher, so my place is with you guys!" Izuku cheerfully explained. "I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to do both..."

That drew mixed reactions from the class.

"You can't just stay in here," Kota suddenly rebuffed. "You're too good, Deku, and you have the suit now! Think of how many people you could save!"

Izuku was floored, but immediately waved away the praise in a panic.

"Kota, wait, hold on, it's not that easy-- and I'm hardly at the level I was back then," Izuku inwardly flinched at how much he sounded like the awkward teenager he used to be, as he turned bright red and his hands waved in front of him. "Kacc--DynaMight and I--"

"You can't deny, though, that you two made an incredible team!" A girl from the other side of the class spoke up, her glowing eyes piercing right through Izuku. "We've all seen the footage from the war, Midoriya-sensei! Y'all were unstoppable against All for One and your chemistry's insane!"

A chorus of students agreed in time with her.

Izuku scratched at the back of his head frantically, "Guys, that was 8 years ago, and we..."

And we have different lives now; he wanted to say, but somehow, the words stuck in his throat.

"Sensei... did you and DynaMight... break up?" Another student with animated hair who always visually reminded him of Burnin piped up.

A very heavy silence seized the classroom, and 20 sets of eyes rounded on Izuku. Izuku could have heard a pin drop, and suddenly realized that even his breath had stopped dead in its tracks. The implication, the words hung uncomfortably in the air.

"I-we...wait... what??" Izuku stammered, trying to inhale again. Green eyes looked around at his students, utterly confused. "You guys, that's not what happened," he tried to laugh, but it came out as sheer panic.

"It would explain why he hasn't shown up to bug you for like, a week..." Kota scoffed with his arms crossed. "He's always acted like a huge jerk."

"Yeah, but not with Midoriya-sensei," another girl countered, whirling around to face Kota. "You've known them the longest, there's no way you can't see how different he acts in our classroom, Kota-kun!"

"DynaMight was here just last week for that communication demonstration!" Came a differing perspective from the elected class president, a stern girl who reminded Izuku so much of Tenya. "Anyway, it really isn't our place to assume about Sensei's personal life, I think this has gone far enough, don't you all?"

"T-thank you, Arisa-San," Izuku thanked the girl, with a deep sigh that was punctuated by the tone of the dismissal bell.

As deeply pulled in to the sudden drama as the students had been, their switch was immediate. Having already packed away, they all got to their feet in a hurry and the clamoring for lunch began. Voices rang past Izuku as they gave their departing thanks for the lesson, and well wishes for lunch, and even a few of them commenting,

"I hope he shows up today, Midoriya-sensei!" "Don't worry, Sensei, it'll work out!"

And the class rep herself stopped on the way out, bowing deeply and apologizing on behalf of her classmates for intruding.

Izuku could do little else than stand there, where his feet had been rooted in shock, waving his beloved students off to their break, bowing his own thanks to the girl. She really was like Iida, he couldn't help but smile.

The noise and chaos filtered slowly out of the room, and Izuku's held breath escaped him in a rushing sigh.

"Where on Earth did that come from?" He weakly mused, melting down into his chair.

It had been almost 2 weeks exactly since he saw Katsuki at the reunion and the subject of the agency had first been broached. True enough that Katsuki had shown up to UA to do that presentation on communication, and it had gone perfect, but had remained mostly business. But the kids were right, and he somehow hadn't realized until now that Katsuki hadn't shown up unannounced with an extra Bento during his lunch hour for several days.

He hadn't realized that it had become such a habit that even his kids were counting on it happening frequently. Somehow, they had noticed the absence of Katsuki barging in their unlocked window, and he hadn't.

Izuku's gaze shifted from the stack of papers he was sorting, to the window in question. All he could see outside of the glass was a perfectly blue sky.

He pushed his chair back and approached the window, and slid it open. It was unlocked, as usual. Katsuki had perfect enough timing somehow that he rarely ever actually interrupted any of his lessons. It's like he waited for the bell.

Izuku pressed his hands into the sill and leaned out, looking out on the city far away from the secluded location of UA. As if he was hoping to spot a far away figure growing closer and louder on his way. He honestly wondered sometimes if Nezu and the security team were aware of Katsuki exploding himself onto campus just to see him. If they were, they hadn't said anything.

Izuku pulled himself back inside, and slid the window gently shut. He found himself missing Katsuki's presence, and now mourning the several days that the absence had gone unnoticed.

But he didn't demand or ask questions of Katsuki. He enjoyed his company on lunch breaks, and the meals he cooked were delicious. He couldn't ask for more from his childhood friend and rival, couldn't be greedy with his attention. If Katsuki had to spend time elsewhere, doing other things, Izuku was far from argument.

Scarred hands lingered on the glass and the pristine frame. Izuku's softened green eyes pointed downward, seeing the image of Katsuki sliding it open, not hard enough to damage, but definitely enough to make an entrance. Sticking one boot in first, the other knee folded up to his chest, face mask pulled back over his forehead, and often smeared in a layer of soot. Izuku could see clearly, the mental image of Katsuki carrying his two Bento, leaning against the frame of the window, with a rough, teasing "OI, Sensei," and a smirk.

Izuku ran his fingers along the frame.

Suddenly, a sadness panged in his chest, because there was no mark of Katsuki being there...he always made sure to clean the frame after lunch... and no sign of him showing up.

Today it would be like the other days, Izuku would head down to the UA cafeteria, a pile of papers in his hands to pour over until the next class would begin. That's just how it was.

"Different lives," Izuku murmured to himself. Then tore his gaze away from the window to get going.

That's all it was...right?

As he passed his desk, he grabbed his Suit Case with the bold, green and black "18" on it, the decal being a memento that had been included when All Might and Katsuki had given it to him. He never went anywhere without it these days.

The metal in his hands, the heft of the technology within, gave him an idea. After all, he had a small window of time later, if he hurried...

--

It was just past sunset when Katsuki finally stopped on the ledge of a building, echoes of his explosions hanging in the air and smoking out of his gauntlets. Breathing only a bit heavy from the workout of flying over the tops of buildings, crimson eyes settled on the streets below.

The afternoon had settled down quite a bit and the evening promised to be calm, at least, from where he stood, mid patrol.

He checked the time, it was a perfect point to stake out the area and take a breather.

As the lights turned on throughout the city, Katsuki crouched into a squat position, and felt the tension ease out of his calves. A lot of running around and responding to incidents earlier had left him feeling the physical strain of the day etching slowly into his muscles.

His stomach grumbled lowly. It had also apparently been a while since his last meal.

He grimaced, he was exceedingly aware that he had forgone taking his lunch hour at UA. In fact it weighed heavy on his mind lately.

There was guilt about it nagging him, he didn't really like avoiding Izuku. But there was also a feeling of necessity, as if he was protecting his peace, as some therapist might tell him.

Or maybe it was Izuku's peace he was protecting. Letting him have that space to do what was special to him...even if it included being away from Katsuki.

He shook his head, blonde spikes flapping around and bangs batting his face, before burying a gloved hand into his hair. What was he even thinking? Protecting Izuku's peace?

It was bullshit and he knew it. He just didn't want to feel hurt when looking at his most important person. But if he was so important, why would he ignore him like this? It was stupid. He knew it was stupid.

He could just hear his father's lectures in his head, telling him there was no reason to think that Izuku and his relationship had to change, just because Izuku told him no. Then his mother chiming in with telling him he was being overdramatic, and most likely an asshole.

Yeah, he probably was, he thought with a puff of a sigh.

But, at the same time, Izuku hadn't really reached out to him much, either. And that made him so much moodier.

A grimace almost overtook his face, before he suddenly heard something behind him-- sounds of footsteps, nimble, but deep, as if they were iron clad. They leapt across unseen rooftops, and punctuated with the sounds of blasting air.

Wait-- he knew those sounds...he knew exactly what made those sounds.

Katsuki turned to look over his shoulder, and sure enough, there was Izuku, bounding gracefully closer, clearing the last gap to the rooftop Katsuki was perched on with a perfectly timed blast of the One For All replica suit. Izuku landed with another "clomp-clomp" of his boots, and jogged across the roof, a huge smile obvious on his face, even through the darkness.

"Kacchan!" He called out excitedly, thrusting a hand up to wave. In his other hand, a dangling plastic bag, Katsuki had to surmise it was from a convenience store.

"Kacchan, so glad I found you!" Izuku panted as he came even with Katsuki, who suddenly found himself on his feet.

"Hey," Katsuki greeted, somehow surprised to see Izuku there. "You took a patrol tonight?"

"Not exactly," Izuku said with one last deep in hale and exhale to catch his breath. "I have plans with Uraraka in a bit, but I wanted to find you, first..." Izuku explained, and then reached for the bag that was swinging on his arm.

Katsuki shoved down the feelings spiking through his heart at the mention of Uraraka.

"I um...I know it's not much, it certainly doesn't beat your cooking! ...and I would try to do better, maybe get some good takeout or something if I had more time, but--" Izuku pulled out a package, clear plastic, containing a trio of rice balls, and held it out to Katsuki. "But I-- I didn't see you at lunch today, or really, in a few days, and I just wanted to make sure..." Izuku was rambling, and he knew it.

Katsuki's wide eyes jumped from Izuku's face, to the offering and back to Izuku, but somehow couldn't find the words. The way the colorful lights from the cityscape played across his freckles, his scar, and his bright green eyes didn't help the feeling that he wanted to lean in...

"I just wanted to make sure that, you know...you got a good meal in?" Izuku finished, voice trailing off as if he was becoming more embarrassed by the second. When Katsuki took a moment to respond, Izuku's cheeks heated up and his confidence wavered.

"I mean...if you have, that's good too, you don't have to take it. You probably had something good earl--"

"Oi, quit muttering, you're gonna drive me insane," Katsuki retorted, but Izuku's heart lightened to hear a subtle fondness behind the commonplace demand. Izuku felt Katsuki's hand weigh down his as he took the offered food, the plastic creaking as it changed hands.

"Actually, I haven't eaten in hours," Katsuki smirked, holding on to the meal as he took a seat on the ledge of the roof, boots dangling down the side of the building. Izuku didn't hesitate to sit down beside him.

Katsuki wasted no time in grabbing the first rice ball and taking a large bite. Izuku watched him with a smile, seeing the hunger Katsuki felt clearly melting away. He then turned and looked out on the city with Katsuki.

For a moment, traffic several stories below dominated the quiet between them.

"It seems quiet tonight," Izuku mused. Katsuki nodded.

"Yeah, or we're just waiting for the other shoe to drop," Katsuki added, around a mouthful of food, his eyes, obscured by his pitch black mask, narrowed suspiciously at the easy shift he had had that day. "Too bad you have a date or whatever with Round Face, something fun usually happens around 8 or 9 when the weirdos come out, you could get some real Hero Work in," Katsuki ribbed, starting in on the second rice ball.

"Oh, I really couldn't, right after that I have to get some coffee and get through a bunch of essays! We have a really busy unit, right now, and it's almost finals!" Izuku cheerfully declared. "But, um...next week....I think I might have a few free blocks of time?"

Katsuki rounded on the final rice ball, and considered his words carefully before saying anything.

"Whatever works, Sensei," he settled on earnest support. "And don't you dare get addicted to caffeine like an idiot. If I catch you with a bunch of 5-Hour Energy garbage drinks like that dumbass Kaminari, it's on sight, Izuku."

Izuku laughed, and smiled so warmly at Katsuki, the blonde thought he might melt. So he looked away as he chewed, feeling his face getting obnoxiously hotter.

"I really did miss you at lunch, Kacchan." Izuku sighed after the fond laughter. "So did the kids, believe it or not! They uh...they actually thought we had broken up. Does that sound like they thought we were dating??"

Katsuki choked on the food in his mouth.

"They what??" Katsuki strained around a couple of coughs. Izuku blushed deeply and looked away.

"Yeah, I uh...they caught me off guard, too." Izuku nervously said. Then he had some realization and looked back at Katsuki with a hint of panic in his eyes. "Oh wait... please, don't let that stop you from coming in, I really do want to see you more, and the kids love you, they mean well, but..."

"Izuku it's fine." Katsuki said, a little harsher than he meant to. He was still so floored. "Let the brats think what they want, I guess. If it bothers you, tell 'em to shut up, be a mean teacher for once."

"Sorry," Izuku whimpered, fingers fidgeting in his lap. "I dont want you to be upset with them, I think I shouldn't have said anything..."

"I'm not upset with them," Katsuki growled. Then sighed, trying not to sound like the angry asshole he knew he could be. He closed his crimson eyes and took a deep breath. Time to try for a little honesty.

"You're important to me, Izuku. So I guess...it's like a compliment," He opened his eyes and stared down at his hands, clutching the empty plastic container, feeling the comfort of his now full stomach. "It means they can see how much I care for you."

"Kacchan," Izuku smiled the warmest smile yet, city lights dancing on his blushing face. "I hope if that's the case, then they can see the same in how I care about you!"

He said it so easily, so innocently, that it killed Katsuki on the inside...but in the warmest, most enticing way.

"And...I do want to work with you more, I promise," Izuku added. "When my schedule opens up, let's coordinate! I'll be able to take a few shifts here and there!"

The offer is still open...Katsuki wanted to say. Please, take it, be my partner, and then go out with me for real. The words pounded on the inside of his head as if they were caged, and demanded to be spoken.

"Literally any time, Izuku." Katsuki said softly. He hoped, selfishly, that there was enough heart and meaning inflected in his words that even Izuku would catch it. If he could just beam it into the skull under all of those green curls, he would.

For a moment, their gazes connected, and that was all Katsuki needed, to see those expressive doe eyes focused on him, and him alone. Izuku, even at 25 years old, had no idea how beautiful he was, and was anyone going to tell him?

Would Uraraka tell him?

Abruptly, the moment ended, and Izuku pulled out his phone, eyes widening immediately.

"Kacchan, I do have to go, though, sorry," Izuku apologized, and jumped to his feet. Katsuki followed after, ready to see him off, despite the disappointment. Truth be told, he had been in one spot too long himself and needed to move his patrol along.

"Don't go for any of the crap in the cafeteria tomorrow, nerd," Katsuki ordered Izuku gruffly as the quirkless hero knelt in a few stretches before him. He held out the plastic container from the rice balls, and Izuku accepted it into the bag he still held, promising wordlessly to dispose of the trash. "I'll pay you back for the food today and then some."

Izuku lit up the rooftop with one final smile.

"I got it, Kacchan!" He chirped, and turned with a flip of his yellow cape, and started heading off with a final wave over his shoulder. "I look forward to it!"

Katsuki watched as Izuku took off, teal lights from the suit streaking off into the dark and once again bounding across rooftops and alleyways.

He grabbed the back of his neck with a hand, and warmed up his hand just a bit, enough to swallow some of the tension in the muscles. Turning back towards his city watch, he thought to himself that maybe his dad was right...he could still be with Izuku even if it wasn't quite what he had imagined.

With a figurative and literal leap of faith and confidence, Katsuki took a step and plunged off the roof, igniting his quirk with loud, popping explosions and shooting off into the night.

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(To be continued)

* I also realize that I initially wrote this with the wrong timeline in mind; so correction: when Katsuki said that it had been a week since he'd given Izuku the suit, it had actually been a month according to 431 itself. This is currently about 2 weeks after the reunion dinner. Izuku at this point has had the suit for about a month and a half, then. Sorry for the mistake!(I had started writing a bit before the translations started becoming reliable)

* in another vein, I am going to address the convo in the car and the whole sidekick/partner thing, just kind of with my own interpretation how it went and how it was MEANT to be received by izuku, bc that is the biggest gripe i have about 431 as we all know. But that conflict is for next chapter.

*at the risk of this chapter being too cheesy, I included like, half of a silly idea I had in a previous post of mine where all the kids hear that izuku has a date planned, and they assume that it's with Dynamight. So when they hear that it's with uravity instead, they are shocked and immediately think that the worst has happened and Bakudeku broke up, despite Izuku telling them that they weren't a couple.

*cheesy or not, though, the fluff is a nice reprieve from all the angst 🥲

***hope you enjoy! Next chapter whenever I can manage it!

[mollymarymarie]

hi! i just wanted to add to the love and pop in here to express my admiration as well. not only is DYH my ultimate all time favourite fic, not just for wolfstar but in general, but your depiction of them both has influenced my own view on both sirius and remus a lot. the music resonates with me so well too and it adds to the depth of my love and adoration of it, because it really transcends just being a fanfic. it affects my life on so many levels through the story, and the characters, and the music. it’s such a beautiful and well thought work of art, it’s brilliant on so many levels. i ended up getting sirius’s heart tattoo on my knuckle after reading it as my personal tribute to it, and made a holyhead shirt for myself too.

the road not taken as well is one of the fics i keep returning to over and over, it’s such a hopeful and well written story. the characterisations of everyone, and their heartache and pining and longing is so well done. they all have their motivations even though they’re not always the best reasoning but they feel like real people and i can feel them in my chest. and the idiots pining over each other? they’re so frustrating but in such a brilliant way. did i mention the pining? because that’s done just as well and as beautifully annoying in bird set free too, i was yelling at my phone and pacing when i read it. you capture everything in a way that really puts the reader right there in the middle of it. the miscommunications and the way they’re just so stubborn and they end up just delaying wanting the same thing because they’re being stupid about it? and they all have such a bittersweet feeling to the angstier bits, how they’re trying to keep things together and solve everything and the way they worry for each other and how much they care that shines through in them just being remus and sirius no matter the setting or situation or au.

i did NOT mean to ramble this much but i suppose i just want to thank you so much from my whole heart for writing these stories and sharing them with us. you are truly one of my favourite writers and while i’m sad that your journey with wolfstar is over, i also know that i will keep coming back to these fics time and time again (and they’re some of my first recs when people ask for fics) because they have such a big place in my heart. they’re truly some of the best pieces of literature i’ve read and i’m so eternally grateful to you as an author. thank you <3

Oh, friend 🥹🥹 I'm blown away by all this love. I can't really put into words how much asks and comments like this mean to me, but just know that I love you and you are the reason I continue to write, even when things suck ❤️

I know it's not Wolfstar (it's like off-brand Wolfstar) but the original fiction I've been working on has been almost finished for MONTHS. This might be the motivation for me to go back and keep working on it. Thank you. ❤️❤️

[felixravinstills]

Fic Writer Q&A

tagged by @maidstew! Thanks for the tag, Lily!

How many WIPs do you have currently?

6 tbosas fics + my Twilight fic... so 7 wips!

Which one are you finding the hardest to finish?

Well, my Twilight fic (my first ever published fic!) has not been worked on since Felix Ravinstill hit me like a truck, and I got isekai'd into this alternate universe where I can only write things at least tangentially related to a Ravinstill. So probably that! (I will get back to you, my repressed little princess... I will! I've fully fallen into sunk cost fallacy btw... 100k+ words have been written. 27/40 chapters... I have to finish it one day, right?)

But amongst my tbosas fics, it's probably my Felix time travels AU, because it's a lot! I don't really have the bandwidth to do a multichapter fic right now, but I plug away at it... (I'm thinking of maybe splitting it into three different fics? maybe that will make it more manageable to me?)

What does it usually look like when inspiration strikes for you?

I scramble to write it down and pace dramatically around until the inspiration runs out, but usually even then, if the ideas almost finished, I'll force myself to finish it.

Do you curate playlists for each fic or is your process different?

Nope! Maybe, I'll try and curate a playlist for me to pace dramatically to while I brainstorm, but I don't normally have create playlists, pinterest boards, or any other type thing like that for my fics. It's too distracting for me, so I just have to keep writing! I'm kind of jealous of the people who do create those things though! I wish I did for my fics, alas!

Do you go balls to the wall and write or are you more organized?

A bit of both? But only a little more organized, then straight going balls to the wall? I usually have an ending or what I consider a strong concept/themeTM to carry the fic before I start writing. I wish I was more capable of making a more strict outline and sticking to it!

tagging: @valsansretovr @meekmedea @tumblingghosts @boabelboo (uh, again no pressure! also if you ever want to stop getting tagged in tag games, let me know!)

[mrsbsmooth]

20 questions for fic writers

Thanks for the tag @rebelrayne! @longbobmckenzie tagged me in the body of hers too so I’ll take it.

How many works do you have on ao3?

82 right now, but I’ve orphaned a few recently

What’s your total ao3 word count?

1,220,982. I’ve got about another 30-40k words in WIP documents right now, so almost one-amd-a-quarter million words 😨

What fandoms do you write for?

Love Island the Game, Too Hot to Handle game, Harry Potter (Dramione exclusive), Romance Club (Heaven’s Secret)

Top five fics by Kudos

Tell Me What You Want (HP)

This Time, I’m Serious

Jaded

Unhealthy

Kinktober 2022

TIL that my Harry Potter fic has overtaken TTIS even though TTIS has more hits.

Do you respond to comments?

Yes! There were a few on TTIS I missed that it would be awkward to reply to because it was so long ago, but I make a point of trying to reply to every comment.

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

The only sad ending I’ve ever written was the first chapter of Jaded which was originally done as a oneshot.

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

Probably Welcome To Racers. They got the whole shebang. Love me a happily ever after.

Do you get hate on fics?

Not recently. I’ve had hate for my portrayals of Alex, Lucas, and Suresh. But I haven’t had any nasty anon comments in ages which is lovely.

Do you write smut?

Yeah it's kinda my thing.

Craziest crossover:

I don’t know if I’ve done many crossovers… maybe Bruno and Miri Make a Porno or All I Want for Christmas is You which is a hetero take on Red White and Royal blue?

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of!

Have you ever had a fic translated?

No but I think I would probably die of happiness.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I HAVE! All’s Fair in Casa Amor was written with my beautiful friends @i-boop-you and @crimswnred !!!!!!

All time favourite ship?

Dramione (new fave) but for LITG? Hard question because our fandom is so built around an MC. But with two canon characters? I secretly love a Bruno/Valentina. Also love Hope/Lucas. They just WORK.

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

It’s gotta be Recovery. I have the whole thing planned in my head but I just have no motivation to write it at all. Other than that, I don’t see myself finishing Famous Last Words any time soon. If I was going to finish it I’d take it down and rewrite it to make it fully OF.

What are your writing strengths?

Smut probably, I’m not bad at it. I feel like my narrative pacing is alright, and my prose is decent despite it being really inconsistent.

What are your writing weaknesses?

I rely too much on dialogue. I miss all the little body language bits leading up to an important line that could take it from an ‘aww that’s sad’ to a ‘holy fuck I’m sobbing’. Luckily I have wonderful beta’s who help me with this.

But more than anything, characterisation. Forming a fully fleshed out character before I start the story. I struggle with it. I’ve always felt like I’m more of a storyteller, (a plot person) more than a deep dive into a character’s psyche kind of person. I love reading character driven stories though, but I think it’s something that comes with writing experience. I haven’t actually been writing for that long and I think I’m getting better at it, but it’s still a weak point.

Thoughts on dialogue in another language?

I sometimes forget that people don’t like this. I LOVE it. I do try and use it sparingly though. It’s so nice to see a character conversing with someone in their native language. I try and put the English dialogue in brackets or italics unless it's rather clear what they're saying (like swearing).

First fandom you wrote in?

LITG

Favourite fic you've written?

I, like Sarah, absolutely hate this question. My fics are my children. I like some of them more than others, though (I never claimed to be the world's best mother). But I love them for different reasons.

I love Welcome to Racers because it was my first AU. I loved The Only Two Things because I got to create an entire world, an entire city for my characters (Yes I'm aware Waterford, Ireland is a real place but God, I loved that story so much). TT,IS was the first fic I started and it gave me the friends I have today and the amount of people who tell me it's S4 canon just makes my whole life. Jaded was something different. It was a challenge to myself and I'm so proud of it. Unhealthy has been the most difficult to write, but it's also pushed me the hardest in my development of characters. FLW has been so much fun because I get to dive back into my music roots, urghhhhhh. Love.

I don't care if it's narcissistic. I re-read my fics on a regular basis. They're perfectly tailored to my taste. I love doing a nice re-read and sprinkling in a few extra details with liberal use of the edit button. If there was someone who knew my fics as well as I did, they'd get something a little bit different on every read. Might just be a line or two, might be a thought or a reaction, but I love to add and tweak and tinker with them all.

Love.

tagging: @i-boop-you @crimswnred @ellegreenwxy @tammyisobsessedwith @operationnope @sparxaf @eskiix

[wickedwitchofthewilds]

ao3 meme

I was tagged by @natsora

tagging: @roguelioness @thevikingwoman

[my ao3]

How many works do you have on AO3?

101

What’s your total word count?

1,076,771

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Mile to go Before I Sleep (423 kudos)- A MEA longfic featuring Emma Ryder, a human/alien hybrid (I made them myself :3) and her adventures in Andromeda and budding romance with Jaal Wicked Games (229 kudos)- Astarion tries to seduce a motive out of Rhea but it doesn't go to plan Relieving Tension (185 kudos)- Sara tries to take on everything, and Jaal reminds her to slow down Keep Me (143 kudos)-During an ice storm, Circe finally reveals what she's been hiding from Gale Afternoon Pick Me Up (132 kudos)- Sara Ryder helps Kandros relax on his day off

Do you respond to comments? Why/Why not?

Most of the time, yes!

What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

I Will Never Forget You. It's one of my earlier fics for Solavellan where Solas tracks down a Lavellan that has dementia and doesn't really remember him.

Do you write crossovers?

I haven't yet. There's a ME/Alien and MEA/Alien: Isolation idea that's been sitting on the shelf for a long time

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Not outright hate but I have gotten some not so nice comments and dealt with them accordingly

Do you write smut?

YES lol

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Nope.

What’s your all time favorite ship?

It's so hard to pick an all time ship because my brain rotates them like a microwave. Right now my brain wormies are focused on Lucanis/Elauthin but tomorrow I might be back to Solas/Makenna/Raina or Astarion/Rhea or Emma/Jaal or...

What’s a WIP that you want to finish don’t think you ever will?

I don't want to say that I'll never finish a WIP because I'm always going to try until I can't. I suppose the original Blood Queen would count because I deleted that and I'm rewriting it (why am I like this)? I always start writing stuff with the intention of finishing it but between also working on my original work, my brain throwing ideas at me 25/8, and life beating me up when it feels like it, it may take me awhile.

What are your writing strengths?

Dialogue and pacing. I've also gotten a lot of compliments on how I put a story together, and someone likened it to watching a chess match.

What are your writing weaknesses?

I sometimes struggle with visual details. Usually it's something I have to buff in editing though fanfiction gets minimal editing from me.

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

I only do it for single words or phrases that I know or can ask someone I know about. I'm not great at learning languages (not for a lack of trying) and try not to embarrass myself

What’s the first fandom you wrote for?

Does Greek Mythology (a middle schoolers understanding of it) count? It was a vampire au with Ariadne, Dionysus, and Theseus. Thankfully, handwritten.

What’s a fandom/ship you haven’t written for yet, but want to?

Coral Island I think. I was going to say Stardew Valley, but I technically have written some things, I just haven't published them.

What’s your favorite fic you’ve ever written?

I love all of my fics but I'm going to choose Miles to go Before I sleep because it's the first I ever finished, I'm still proud of that to this day, and I miss Emma and Jaal.

[voloslobotomyservice]

wip whenever

tagged by @commander-krios @my-favourite-zhent@rolansrighthorn

tagging @dustdeepsea and @wanderingisobel bc I know they're cooking something good

this is actually from chapter 2 of an upcoming fic featuring Geraldus x Named Tav, where Estrelle, a Cleric of Selune, meets Geraldus before the events of the game.

(yes I'm still working on Killing Me Softly don't worry! hoping to get the next chapter out next week)

this is very much a work in progress so pls be kind

Estrelle sighed deeply into her empty wine glass. Her sponsor, Faelynn, had convinced her to celebrate her induction at the Elfsong, her treat. She was more than happy to drink to her success, but after finishing her first glass, her mind filled with clouds of doubt.  The thoughts trickled in like rain, contrasting the late summer sun shining through the windows: Did she make the right choice? Was it worth it to risk her life to keep the city she loved safe? Would she make the citizens of Baldur’s Gate proud? In fact, would she make her parents proud? “Done already?” A half-elf asked, pulling Estrelle out of her thoughts. She sat across her in the booth, tankard freshly filled. “It usually takes you years to finish a glass.” “And you’re on your third drink, Faelynn.” She chuckled, lifting her empty glass and tapping the rim against the tankard. “Try not to go too wild tonight, hm?” “But we’re celebrating!” Faelynn exclaimed before taking a large swig of her ale. “If anyone should be getting drunk, it should be the new Harper Elle!” “I think I’ll pace myself tonight, thank you.” The last thing she wanted was for more intrusive thoughts to fill up her mind. Or to be sloppy drunk in the streets of the city she swore to protect.  “Suit yourself,” Faelynn shrugged, “but I hope you know how proud I am. You’re gonna do great work in the Harpers, kiddo.” “Likewise.” she smiled before bringing her glass to her lips, forgetting it was empty. The half-elf’s eyebrows raised in amusement. “Aye, looks like you need that second drink, eh?” She laughed before taking a few more sips of her own drink. “I’ll get you another once mine is done” “Thank you, Fae. You’re too good to me.” Estrelle let her eyes wander around the Elfsong, glancing over from one person to the next. It was always interesting to spy on the different patrons and predict why they were there. For example, the couple at the table next to hers was most certainly a man with his elven mistress. The elderly man was trying to hide his face from most of the other patrons, and the woman looked much, much younger than him.  Though elves do live much longer than humans, she thought, so maybe it’s not as taboo as it seems.  Then, on the other side of the tavern, a blonde man looked to be crying tears into his drink, his face rather forlorn. Perhaps he was dumped by his lover, or maybe his mother had passed away. Either way, probably not the healthiest way to handle his emotions. And at the bar sat a young, handsome half-elf, with raven hair that settled just above his shoulders… Wait a minute… is that… She squinted, trying to make out the details of his side profile. Sure enough, she saw his big, hazel eyes, shimmering in the dim tavern lighting. Geraldus?!

[carpettmuncher]

20 questions for fic writers

thanks for the tag @kvothes :D answers under the cut

1. how many works do you have on ao3? 22!

2. what's your total ao3 word count? 95,931

3. what fandoms do you write for? supernatural. i have one rdr2 fic published and i privately write greys anatomy fic sometimes

4. top five fics by kudos: DSM-V, dawn breaks overhead, a confession; a misunderstanding, i hate you for what you did and i miss you like a little kid, he stares at the stars; they stare back. i find this so interesting because half of these are some of my least favorites lol

5. do you respond to comments? usually! sometimes i forget or don't have the time/energy, but every comment means a lot to me and i try to make it known

6. what is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? i usually write fics with happy endings because it makes me happy lol. a lot of my endings are melancholy at best though. my claire study, i'm sorry i'm the one you love is definitely my saddest. needless to say i was going through it at the time of writing. also my entire divorce series which i totally forgot about even writing

7. what's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? my first thought was divine intervention and it definitely is happy as a stand-alone fic, but with the context of timshel it's pretty bittersweet. so maybe timshel is the happiest ending? DSM-V is a pretty happy ending too. augh! hard to say

8. do you get hate on fics? i haven't gotten any so far!

9. do you write smut? sometimes, but i feel like it always comes out very awkward and wrong. writing lesbians has helped me fix that lol

10. craziest crossover? my abandoned grey's anatomy/supernatural au is sitting in my dusty google docs

11. have you ever had your fic stolen? not that i know of!

12. have you ever had a fic translated? nope!

13. have you ever co-written a fic before? no, but i think i'd be open to it depending on the idea and the author

14. all-time favorite ship? oh you know.

15. what's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will? my robot cas/engineer dean fic... abandoned in my docs

16. what are your writing strengths? i'd say dialogue! i think i'm pretty good at getting in a character's head, and i've been told i write good dean dialogue :)

17. what are your writing weaknesses? actions i'd say. not just fighting scenes but just... what a character is doing. i think i also write too fast-paced which i'd like to get better at

18. thoughts on dialogue in another language? i'm conversational in french but 1) don't write french characters and 2) find translating to be very clumsy. i sometimes translate small phrases into enochian when i write cas, but that too is always frustrating given it's not a real language. in general i often find other languages to be jarring in dialogue. i don't know how to describe it other than it just feeling very forced.

19. favorite fic you've written? can i do top three? i'm doing top three. in no particular order

dead woman, enter stage left: this is one of my favorites plot-wise and just as a character study. though i enjoyed writing it and the ideas i had for it, i feel like i didn't portray everything the way i wanted to and could've done a better job. but i love this one! jo! and my own made-up amara lore!

DSM-V: another big struggle. fun fact i'm currently rewriting it completely. this is another fic where i had a lot of ideas but didn't give myself enough time to completely realize them, and it comes off very rushed and unnuanced. i also hate the way i handled dean's thoughts in the narrative. NO MORE RELYING ON ITALICS! it introduced me to some amazing mutuals and is my major hit, and i love it! it started as a crack fic and no, i still haven't told my therapist about it. amy if you're reading this i promise i don't have secret feelings for you i just thought this was a really funny idea and had just binge-watched fleabag

devotion: nothing much to say it's just hot and emotional and i love the way it came out

20. tagging: @dogearedheart @mythopoetry + anyone else who wants to do this!!! mutuals rise up i love you!

[lavendelhummel]

I was tagged by @onaperduamedee to do this game, thank you for that!! I obviously am not good at short questions-short answers but I will do my best ;)

Last song: I started my top100 of 2023 list from Spotify while dying my hair earlier, so there was a good mix. The last one I consciously remember was Ne m’applle pas, by Coeur de Pirate. (ah, looking for that link, I saw that there was Requiem on Water (yes, from the twilight soundtrack) Talking to the Moon, Greensleeves, Bobby, and currently River from the Sky, playing in between)

Currently watching: Star Trek Voyager! I enjoy it so much! It’s fun and I like the characters so much! I like how they care for each other and that the relationsips are so various and most of them not romantically but non the less important. They seem so real. And I enjoy the fact that it’s episodic plots and a lot slower than newer series a lot at the moment. I was overwhelmed with the fast paced dramatic stories and got stressed out by things I actually like. Voyager is calmer and let’s me actually relax, so that’s great.

Three ships: Siuaraine (Wheel of Time), Bering and Wells (Warehouse 13), and… those are the two I am hung up about. Oh, I also wrote fic for Marla/Fran from I care a lot. But not currently. I am currently positively surprised by liking a hetero ship for the first time in years, Tom/B’Elanna from Voyager, it’s cool to see that when the characters are well done, I can also like them even though they are not gay. But keeping it with wlw and also WoT, I am still sailing my little Berelain/Annoura (WoT) ship all by myself.

But yeah, I’ll leave it at those two, there is no third invading my thoughts as much as them.

Favorite color: used to be blue, but I discovered that I like red. Also yellow! Maybe that. But seriously I love colours in general, the more colourful the better, I am not choosing.

Currently consuming: The weekend. Or, ehm the plant hair-dye on my head?

First ship: ouufff, first fic I read was about was Amelia/Owen from Grey’s Anatomy. Well. Made me question a few things about myself because *I liked her so much*.

Relationship status: Very single in my little bubble, and trying not to feel bitter about my well of loneliness (ha, what a great lesbian pun I got in here 😅).

Last movie: But I am a cheerleader with @lilolilyr! I fell asleep… sorry. But we watched D.E.B.s right before, I was awake, and it was great.

Currently working on: Trying to combine two intense work things with also taking time off, to feel less burned-out while doing all of this. It’s a challenge, because time happens so fast, and it makes me feel guilty, but I am trying. Also working on being okay with that, the taking time to chill, not succeeding at things, working on being more okay with myself, less mean, which is even harder. But I try. Fandomwise, still the washing machine/mermaid AU for Bering and Wells and also still Chapter 8 of Yellow for Siuraine (both of which I thought would be long finished my now). I want to finish those so I can start other fun ideas that are cluttering my head/notebook!

The rules said to tag 9 people to get to know better, so let’s see: I am tagging @anandabrat @akittennameddaisy @incompletesong @viharistenno @woodytwig @wibblywobblyida @hecatesbroom @cozcat @masterpieceofunderstatement no pressure to answer these of course, do it if you like to and if not, just don’t ;)!

Thank you for the tag @onaperduamedee!

[supertale-au]

just as a fun bonus thing for anyone who’s curious, here are the original outlines for the comics i’ve posted so far

(there aren’t outlines for all of them because for the first few i skipped that step until i remembered that it makes the whole thing like 50 times easier)

some stuff did get cut, as you can see. some because i thought it messed with the pacing too much, some because i forgot and didn’t realize until it was too late to go back and add it without having to do a bunch of extra work (still kind of sad i forgot the “yup. right. glad we’ve established this.” bit from the gaster ask because it still makes me giggle.)

the ones that are more detailed are generally that way because i was trying to get their expressions right. neither frisk or sans are very expressive characters (especially since i don’t like to draw eyebrows) so figuring out how to get them to do enough visible emoting to make the jokes work properly has definitely been a struggle a couple times. this isn’t the first time i’ve done undertale comics by any means so i do have some practice with it, but usually everything i do is angst, so getting the goofiness of this comic to come across right requires a lot of stuff i haven’t really done before.

plus, almost all of my stuff prior to this has been lyric comics, which don’t have a ton of overlap as a medium with something like this.

an askblog is definitely different to what i’m used to. it feels weird drawing so many talking heads, but it’s definitely a lot faster and easier than the more complex stuff i do in my other comics, i can usually fully draw and color a full 4-6 panel page of this comic in an hour or two max, which is definitely not something i’m used to with comics. honestly, the time investment is part of why i do them so rarely normally, so seeing how fast i can churn out ones in this format is kind of cool. maybe it’ll motivate me to do more stuff in the future…

though part of that is also probably just that i’m refusing to let myself go perfectionist mode for this comic. i have a bad habit of setting my standards so high with projects that i end up just never finishing them, which i’ve been trying to get better about lately. that’s probably my news years resolution, honestly. to just half-ass more stuff.

overall this has been really fun so far and i’m glad i decided to finally bite the bullet and try it out. i’ve always wanted to do an askblog, but i always managed to talk myself out of it before, either on the basis of the quality of my art or my ability to actually keep working on a project long-term. the former is of course an incredibly goofy rationalization from someone who first got into webcomics via xkcd of all things… (aka the comic where they’re literally all stick figures) i should’ve remembered that art quality barely even matters in comics if the writing is good. like, it helps, but it’s definitely not essential, haha. and the latter reason… well, i’ve got a few longer pieces of fanfiction under my belt at this point, so i have a lot more confidence in myself on that front than i used to. i’ve also just gotten better at not beating myself up about not finishing things, i think.

for some portions of this comic, i actually think i’ll do fic interludes, or bits that are mostly fic with a few images for flavor. mostly for segments that have a lot of complex moving parts, like fight scenes or longer conversations or stuff like that, since doing that stuff in a pure comic format can end up taking prohibitively long even if you’re efficient about it. plus, i’ve always wanted to play with a multimedia story, even if i’ve only really gestured at it in my previous stuff… like, different mediums are good at different things, so since i’m fairly good at both art and writing, surely it’d make sense to do something that combines the strengths of both, right?

maybe once i finish this project i’ll finally revive my roleswap au…