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jinkookspencil · 3 months

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i got you | ksj

back from his service, jin tests out his strength and a theory of his

tags/note: jin x chubby / plus size / curvy reader (f) / fluff + suggestive / established relationship (they're engaged!) / low-key seokjin has soft-dom loving energy here but it doesn't get that steamy

wc: ~1.3k words

description/note: just domestic fluff in the kitchen / spoiler alert for jin's theory: he's sure he can carry his fiance and wants to try it out / no mentions of insecurity on yn's part, she just doubts jin can actually do it / intended with a plus sized woman in mind, but i think you can read and relate even if that doesn't apply to you? as long as you have any doubts that jin can carry you lol / no mentions of idol life, this jin can be whatever you want him to be / they're in the kitchen and jin had been cooking but no other mention of food / i actually wrote a jk version of this first but i will post that second - very soon, it's basically done! i have such a thing for fics based around jin's return i miss him yall / i shared an update post recently detailing where i've been and how i'll be with this blog moving forward! /also, happy valentine's day, here's a lil love from me and jin to my fellow chubby/curvy/plus-sized beauties!! <3 again, jk version coming very sooooooon! / update: jk version available to read here!

The clang of pots and pangs echoing through your apartment warmed your heart. It was an irritating sound when heard regularly, of course, but considering how long it’s been since you’d had your fiance messing about in the kitchen… it was more than welcome. Following the noise, you find Seokjin with his back turned to you, cleaning his used kitchenware and cutlery in the sink and quietly humming a tune. You cursed yourself for not peeking in earlier just to see the man in action - it always was a turn-on seeing Seokjin’s dedicated, sweaty, albeit chaotic cooking. This still did something, though. Hopping onto the freshly cleaned marble-topped kitchen island, you take it all in: the faint smell of something delicious in the oven, the sound of the gushing tap water, more clangs of metal on metal, but you really focus on the man that stood before you. Your man. His adorable growing hair was too short to be long, too awkward to be short. His broad shoulders and new muscles now pressed through his tee instead of his bones. His silver singing voice, even as a gentle whisper, which you hadn’t realized abruptly stopped.

“Drink it in. I’m enjoying this just as much as you are.”

You wonder what gave it away. The sound of your footsteps, the ruffle of your pajama fabric, or perhaps an admiring sigh you hadn’t noticed escaped you. It didn’t matter. You were enjoying the view, surely, but it was even better now when he turned to face you, a shy smile on his face.

“Missed cooking that much?”

“Cooking, yes, I missed being in the kitchen. I don't need to tell you how much I fucking missed your bratty ass, but what I meant was that I am enjoying you. I’m elated I finally have my girl and soon-to-be wife ogling me instead of the men at the base.” He chuckles, turning away and hiding a sudden shyness while drying his hands with a kitchen towel.

“And I'm elated just to be with her... Now that that’s done…” he whispers, undoubtedly ready for what you were with his hands and eyes on your plush thighs, his fingertips toying with the hem of your pajama shorts.

“It’s like you read my mind,” you smile, wrapping your arms around his neck, trying to pull him in for a kiss, only for him to pull away.

That was a first. Since Seokjin was back, at least. The two of you barely kept your hands off of one another….

“Or not…” you ask curiously, cupping his face in your hands. “Seokjin?”

Your fiance silently continues tracing the skin of your plush thighs, squeezing the flesh in his hands. He exhales before doing it once again and finally looking up at you.

You jump from the counter and face him, trying to look into his eyes, but he’s lost in thought. You pull his hand to lead him to the bedroom, but he doesn’t budge.

“Seokjin…?” you ask once again.

“Jump back on the counter for me, love.”

You do.

“Wrap your legs around me, honey.”

“Well, I was going to anyways,” you say, following his orders. “In there…”

“I’ll take you there.”

“What? No!” you shriek, unwrapping your legs from his body.

“Yes, come on, honey,” he says, his voice steady yet soft as he reaches for your leg.

“Seokjin, you cannot carry me,” you say, now pushing him away while he tries to tug you closer.

“Yes, I can,” he insists with a sternness to his voice that reminds you where he’d spent the past 18 months.

“Just because you’re all buff now doesn’t mean you can carry me, stupid. I’m still big, you know?”

“Well, guess who’s also big now? I mean, I always was, of course,” he says with a giggle and a flushed face as he raises his brow and tilts his head downwards, reminding you that he’s still your Seokjin. You promptly roll your eyes with a smile, pinching his arm. He regains his composure in mere seconds, a hand brushing your hair and tilting your face up towards his.

“I will admit that I probably wouldn’t have been able to do it before enlisting, but… I can now, honey. I can.”

“I don’t want you to,” you pout, unable to meet his gaze no matter how intense you knew it was, so knew it was best to shut it down as quickly as possible. Seokjin never forced you to do something you didn’t want to do…

“You.. why not?”

“Because in the case that you try to carry me but then realize you cannot, we could drop to the floor and one or both of us will get hurt. You could get hurt physically since I have padding and you don’t. I’d get hurt mentally, and I’ll be so fucking embarrassed that it was because of my weight.”

“The number of things wrong with that…,” Seokjin tsks, cupping your face and forcing you to look him in the eye. “First of all, I can carry you. Second, muscles are a form of padding, too, idiot.” He pokes your forehead and puts your hand on his shoulders to feel how strong he’d gotten while he takes your soft thigh in his hand. “I can take it, sweetie - all this tells me is I haven’t told you just how much work I did in the service. Third, it’s not because of your weight - nothing ever was. It’d be because I wasn’t strong enough.”

“Seokjin… I don’t know.”

“And you have nothing to be embarrassed about, my love. Ever. I mean… it’s me. I’ve seen and touched you in the most ungodly ways possible, and this would be what would embarrass you? Falling? When I-?”

You shake your head and interrupt him with shushes - nothing he could’ve said would have helped his case. “Can’t we at least put a mattress down or something? In case we fall?”

“Babe, this isn’t Jungkook’s apartment. We don't have an excess of mattresses here…”

The comment makes you giggle.

The way Seokjin rubbed your skin calmed your racing mind.

The kiss he plants on your lips reminds you that this is home.

This is safety.

This is love.

“Just trust me,” he whispers.

You nod, allowing Seokjin to wrap one of your legs around his torso and then the other. His hands sneak their way between your thighs and the marble countertop, digging into your plush skin already. You’d expected Jin to start a countdown, ease you into it at least… but before you knew it, his head was nestled in your chest, and you were off the counter, held up high in his arms.

A loud shriek escapes you, making your fiancee giggle beneath you.

“See, love? I got you...”

He was holding onto you securely, with no sign of any struggle on his part…. If he had been struggling with the weight of you, he hid it well…

“The view’s nice up here,” you smile, resting your head atop Seokjin’s when he finally looks away from you and buries his face in your flesh, kissing and biting you there.

“Seokjin, I can’t smell your shampoo anymore. When was the last time you showered?”

“Mm,” he says against your skin. “Fuck, that’s… that’s a perfect idea, honey,” he says, wide-eyed and excited, though he misunderstands. “It’ll be like a movie scene. But first…”

Seokjin dashes towards the bedroom with you still in his arms, shrieking until he plops you down onto your shared mattress.

“Safe?” he teases, pretending to check your body for any bruises before you pull him towards you until he’s leaning over you, his face a centimeter away from yours, with his hands already all over your soft body.

“Safe,” you say happily.

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videogayymer · 1 year

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"Self-indulgent Ghostsoap angst fic that I wrote instead of going to therapy." That's the title I guess

Warnings: Angst, intrusive thoughts, brief mention of self-harming but no actual self-harming, depression and anxiety.

Word count: around 4k

Based on my post about Ghost suffering from intrusive thoughts that on bad days he locks himself in his room because he's afraid he might actually hurt someone. Johnny is there to help him even though Ghost tries to push him away.

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Johnny looks at the empty space in front of him, wondering where a certain Brit is. His plate is empty, coffee had already gone cold as he waited.

10 more minutes and I need to be at Price's office, where is that bawbag? He thinks to himself. It's not that unusual of Ghost to skip breakfast, but he'd at least come to the mess hall anyways for a cup of tea or just to chat with Johnny. There's no way he slept in, Ghost doesn't sleep in. Johnny can't help but think that something is off. So he waits a few more minutes until he has to start walking to Price's office.

Ghost didn't come.

After his meeting with Price, he had couple hours of training with the new recruits. But no sign of Ghost. At the end of lunch he starts to really worry. He grabs a tray of food and walks to Ghost's room.

He knocks. No answer.

"Ghost?" He calls out, but there's no answer. He knocks again, anxiety seeping in.

"Piss off, Johnny." He finally hears the familiar voice yell and Johnny is relieved, even though Ghost's reaction isn't what he really wanted.

"I didn't see ye at breakfast or lunch, I brought food." And when he hears no answer, no shuffling of feet telling him that Ghost is actually walking towards the door to let Johnny in, he knocks again. "Come on Ghost, open the door."

It alerts him a little when the door suddenly opens, Ghost standing in the doorway arms crossed and not saying a word. But his stare says a million words, eyes locked into Johnny's with a gaze that Johnny can almost feel drilling holes in his skull.

"I just wanted to see ye and-"

"And now you have seen me." Ghost cuts him off before he can finish, and backs away from the doorway into his room as he grabs the door to close it. But Johnny knew he would do that. Before Ghost can even close the door an inch, Johnny ducks under Ghost's arm that is holding the door up high, back pushed against the door to open it as he rushes into the room with the tray in his hands.

Johnny didn't think this through, he had just barged into his CO's room without permission. He looks at Ghost, who looks at him with an equally perplexed look. They stare a few seconds in silence, Johnny trying to figure out how did he just manage to sneak past Ghost. And Ghost is thinking the same.

"I'm not in the mood for this." Ghost breaks the silence and Johnny's surprised to find no anger behind his words. He was expecting Ghost to drag him out of his room by the collars of his shirt and slamming the door in front of him. But he sounds more exhausted, tired. Like he hasn't slept at all.

Johnny places the tray down to the table near the wall and turns back to look at Ghost, who's closing his door, locking it, but leaning on it as if ready to open it again soon.

"Is everything okay?" Johnny asks and notices how Ghost grits his teeth at the question.

"Yes everything is okay, you can go now." Ghost's attempt at lying is weak. He knows it's not enough to convince Johnny but he had to try.

"Oh fuck off." Johnny scoffs, showing Ghost just how little he managed to convince him that he's fine.

Ghost doesn't say anything, just waits at the door for Johnny to give up and leave. But he shows no signs of leaving him alone.

It's when Ghost notices the knife and fork on the tray that his thoughts get loud again. Fuck fuck fuck fuck stop stop stop don't think about it don't think about it don't think about it, Ghost repeats in his head, trying to push away the thoughts. He tries not to let his anxiety show on the outside, doesn't want to make Johnny worry any more. He knew he shouldn't have opened the door. He fucking knew it and yet, Johnny's here.

"What's goin' on in that head of yers?" Johnny breaks the silence again. But to Ghost there was no silence, not with the loud thoughts in his mind.

"Acting like a proper shrink now, Johnny?"

"Not like ye'd go see one anyways"

"You know me too well"

"Clearly not well enough"

A beat of silence. Soap started slowly walking towards Ghost, determined. He notices how the taller man shifts his position against the door, as if trying to get further away.

Ghost avoids Soap's gaze, looking anywhere else than his worrying eyes. Quiet like a whisper, like he doesn't even want to hear the next words, he says: "Stay back, Johnny."

But it's not an order, it's a plead and Ghost is begging Soap to stay away because he's scared of what he might do. He's scared of the thoughts swarming his mind and if Johnny gets too close, the might do something. He wants him gone, out of the room, far away from him as possible, because it's not safe.

And Johnny stops in his tracks, but only for a second before he takes another step, and another, his steps quiet and calculative, until he's an arm length away from Ghost. He's giving him space, not wanting to make Ghost feel like he's cornered, even though a part of him wants to hold him close until all of Ghost's worries are gone. But he's not a miracle worker and he knows that. He knows he can't do anything but it pains him so to see Ghost like this.

"Ghost I don't want to leave you by yerself if I don't know what's goin' on." Johnny whispers, equally quiet.

Ghost finally looks Johnny in the eyes and is met with a gaze of determination. He's not backing down. A sigh of defeat. "You're not gonna give up are you?"

Johnny fights down a smirk on his face. "Ye know me well."

Another sigh and Ghost slides down the door to sit on the floor, Johnny quickly accompanying him. They're on eye level now, Ghost still avoiding Johnny's eyes. Johnny, on the other hand, won't stop looking at Ghost. It's almost like he's studying Ghost's very core, as if he won't have a chance like this again. So he looks at the man sitting on the floor in front of him, who's head is slightly turned to the side and eyes glued to the floor. Who's chest is rising and falling too quick with the shallow breaths he's taking. Who's hands are tangled together in a nervous mess, fingers fidgeting on the skin.

"Ghost-", but before he can finish, Ghost cuts him off.

"Intrusive thoughts, Johnny. Or that's what the therapist called them before I stopped going. " And Ghost is shaking his head, one hand raising to his forehead to nervously massage it. He hopes it's enough to shield him from Johnny's eyes, afraid of what he might see now that he's said it.

But the man's reaction is not what he thought.

"Ye're gonna have to explain that one to me, I'm not sure what they are." Johnny says calmly, trying to hide his slight embarrassment for not knowing.

"You're gonna think I'm insane." Ghost breathes out, shakingly.

"Since when did ye care what people thought of ye?" Johnny teases, wanting to ease the tension in the air.

I care what you think, Ghost thinks to himself.

"Besides , with this job we all gotta be a little insane." Johnny continues, "But first, lift up that mask for me, aye? Ye look like ye could need some proper air and not suffocate yerself on that mask."

"I can breathe just fine." A lie again. Ghost feels like someone is squeezing his windpipe and crushing his lungs.

"Please?" Johnny asks carefully and the gentle plead has Ghost off guard. He can't help but look him in the eyes, even if just for a moment to see if there's any sort of malice in his eyes. He knows there isn't, he knows Johnny wouldn't ask him to take off his mask or even briefly lifting it up for no good reason. So he complies, slowly starting to roll up his mask from the hem and stopping at the nose, letting it rest there. His first instinct is to turn away again, away from Johnny's eyes.

Johnny's seen Ghost maskless only once, and the half Glasgow smile is right how he remembered: two thick, raggedy lines going from under his right eye straight down, the other line trailing to his upper lip, pulling the skin up a little. But this time he notices the scar across his throat, no doubt a wound from a knife that was just shallow enough that Ghost was able to walk away from that.

Johnny has to stop himself from making Ghost too uncomfortable so he keeps his searching around his lower face minimal, focusing on the task at hand. He notices that Ghost is able to breathe a bit easier, but he keeps fidgeting with his hands more nervously. He fights the urge to place his hand on Ghost's, to gently caress them. Now's not a good time, he thinks.

So he breaks the silence. "Ye can tell me now," Johnny encourages. "What are intrusive thoughts?"

Ghost hesitates again, but it's too late to back down now. "They are fucked up, violent thoughts that force their way into my mind whenever possible. And what's worse is that they're not only about me, but other people. Like people on base. Like you," he pauses, waits for a reaction that doesn't come. "They feel so real, as if I could easily do them. And I can't do anything about them, they won't leave me alone. On bad days they're so intense that ignoring them is harder, I feel like I could snap at any time." He pauses, trying to get his breathing in control. "So on bad days I lock myself here so I won't accidentally hurt anyone, except for..." Ghost backs down, realising that he can't say it, not without risking Johnny going to Price to ask him demand Ghost take a psych evaluation.

"Yerself. " Johnny continues on his sake, and much to Ghost's surprise he doesn't sprint out of the room. Doesn't go calling for Price and drag his sorry ass to the therapists.

"Yeah. " Ghost replies quietly, wishing he had the strength to look Johnny in the eyes.

"Have you?" Johnny's question is careful, gentle. There's no judgement in his tone.

"No."

Johnny let's out a breath he didn't know he was holding. A sigh of relief.

"See? Ye can hold them back." Johnny smiles a bit nervously, trying to find something positive in this all.

But Ghost doesn't answer. Instead, he buries his head in his hands as his breathing quickens again. He grits his teeth and mutters something under his breath.

"you should go, Johnny." He manages to say and he's hoping Johnny listens to him this time because he can't see Ghost in a state like this where his mind is against him and he doesn't know when he might actually hurt Johnny, or himself. He shuts his eyes and it's a mistake because the images of hurting Johnny flash in his mind, how he would do it a million different ways and what would come next. It feels so real that his mind seems like the reality, like it actually happened. Like he actually killed Johnny in the most insane and brutal way. Like it was something he'd do without batting an eye, like it was easy. Because he knows what he's capable of in the field, with nothing but enemies in front of him. He knows how easily he can eradicate them all without feeling remorse, and he'd be praised for it. What he doesn't know is when he turns against civilians and his team mates. Against Johnny. And it was easy, he had just done it. Killed Johnny. Who's next, he thinks. Him, or some other poor soul that got too close to him. A darkness consumes him, pulls him into a cold void. He thinks that maybe he's safe here, with no one around him. No one for him to hurt.

Until a warm body presses against his, wrapping arms around him and one hand making slow circles on his back. It's grounding him and he opens his eyes, bringing him back to the reality where he's sitting on the floor in his room with Johnny in front of him. Except now he's hugging him, caressing his back gently. He looks at his hands that are still hovering over his face, kept in place by Johnny's body hugging him. His hands are shaking. He let's out a shuddering breath.

Ghost then realizes that Johnny is saying something, repeating it calmly to his ear.

"Come back to me, Simon." Johnny says again and this time Ghost hears it properly. He slowly pulls his arms from between their bodies and wraps them around Johnny, and returns the hug.

"I'm here." Ghost says, his voice fragile. It shocks him a little, having Johnny hugging and caressing him so when just a moment ago Ghost had killed him. But that wasn't reality, he reminds himself. This, right here, Johnny alive and well, hugging him, whispering calming words in his ear, is real.

He doesn't realize he's crying until he let's out a small sob.

And Johnny hears it. God, he hears it. So he rushes to help.

"Ye're okay, ye're okay." He whispers to Ghost's ear.

"I'm sor-" but before Ghost can finish, Johnny cuts him off

"Don't ye dare apologize."

Ghost doesn't reply, just nods slightly. He doesn't have the energy to argue. All he can do is keep holding Johnny and let the tears fall. And Johnny let's him. After a while, Ghost calms down. His breathing has returned to normal, he's not shaking or sniffling anymore.

"I'm gonna pull away now, is that okay Simon?" he asks carefully, afraid to alert him in any way that might push him back to the ledge.

Ghost nods, and they both pull away from the hug, Johnny holding him by the shoulders still sitting in front of him as he makes sure Ghost is okay. He looks at the man's face, eyes red from crying, streaks in his black greasepaint where the tears rolled. And Ghost can't look him in the eyes again.

"Hey, look at me." Johnny tries gently and to his surprise, Ghost responds by slowly dragging his eyes to meet Johnny's. Now that he has his attention, he can't help but give a small smile. "They're just thoughts, and the fact that ye're fightin' them so hard proves that ye'd never act on them. I know ye'd never hurt those who don't deserve it. Ye have been battlin' these thoughts so long, they won't make ye do shite. They got nothin' on ye." Johnny continues, hoping that Ghost listens to him. He takes it as a yes when he sees Ghost relax again, his shoulders dropping a little.

"I just... need a distraction. They're too much." Ghost says quietly.

"And lockin' yerself here is not the way to go about it. If ye need a distraction, find me. I don't care if we're in the field, or trainin' or if it's the middle of the night, just find me. And I'll hold ye close and remind ye that ye're stronger than those thoughts. I'll crack the stupidest fuckin' jokes until you laugh and forget them. Okay?"

Ghost could start crying again after hearing all that, feeling his heart fill up with the realization that someone cares about him this much and is willing to help him through shit. And not just someone, it's Johnny. Thank god its Johnny.

"Thank you, Johnny." Ghost finally replies. He can't thank him enough for all he had just put up with. "I really mean it."

"I know." Johnny says, and starts slowly getting up on his feet from the floor. He lowers a hand to Ghost, offering to lift him up as well. Ghost takes his hand. "Are they still in yer head?" Johnny asks, one hand on Ghost's shoulder to make sure his legs are carrying him. He let's go when he sees that Ghost can stand on his own.

"Not nearly as bad. I think the worst is over." And he knows Johnny can't just magically make the intrusive thoughts gone for good, he'd need years of therapy to cope with them. But knowing that he has Johnny's help and company makes him less worried of them.

"Good, so ye can eat? I think the food's gone cold by now, but ye haven't eaten anythin' today."

Ghost looks at the food that he had completely forgotten about. He had only snacked on some protein bars stashed in his room earlier in the morning, but otherwise he hadn't eaten yet. He was actually hungry, he realized. "Can just go microwave them, no point in wasting food." He turns to pick up the food, but Johnny stops him.

"Not before we do somethin' about yer greasepaint, it's all over the place. Come on, let's get washed up."

And the way Johnny smiles at him, blue eyes bright and full of hope, has Ghost thinking that maybe, maybe he has the strength to survive another day.

#ghostsoap #cod soap #cod mw2 #call of duty modern warfare #simon ghost riley #cod ghost #john soap mactavish #ghostsoap fanfic

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groenendaelfic · 11 months

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What I've been up to, upcoming fic updates and changes to The Prince and the Barista

(the next paragraph is not fun and merely an irl update for those who've been asking, so don't worry about skipping it)

As some of you might have noticed I've been mostly offline for the past one and a half months. I've spent most of that time attending funerals, dealing with bureaucracy and trying not to have a breakdown, but I am finally back to feeling like writing again and that is surprisingly cathartic. Writing 'happy easter fun times with the Erikssons' is something I've been looking forward to all year, and I want to do that justice, but I also can't get myself into the right mindset for that right now, so I'll post what I wrote back in May of chapter 20 later today (aka the Micke phone call) and will then put that fic aside for a bit. (Again, I know, and I'm sorry, but irl rarely goes as planned. The goal to come as close to finishing this fic before S3 drops still stands though.)

Funnily enought what brought me back to writing was The Prince and the Barista. To the joy of at least two commenters I've decided to revise my outline and go a slightly different route than initially planned with the fic. A funnier one with less angst and sadness and lying.

This means that I'll change the ending of chapter 3 in the upcoming days and remove everything post wilmon retiring for a nap, which means that in the new version Simon will not find out that Wilhelm is a prince in chapter 3, but rather later on.

The old ending to chapter 3 will not be lost though, I'll instead add it to my Young Royals Tumblr Ficlets fic collection on ao3 and also link to it from the chapter 4 author's notes.

In the meantime I've reread chapter 1 to refresh my memory, and done some very minor prodding and poking as I went along, which somehow added 1,546 words to said chapter. Somehow. Magically. Don't ask me how, nothing's actually changed except that the fic is now explicit. Also somehow magically?

I'll be doing the same to chapters 2 and 3 in the upcoming days (doing minor edits, not adding explicit scenes--I think) but in the meantime you can go check out the edited version of chapter 1 here should the mood strike you. (also please feel free to let me know if I added any bonus typos or missed a paragraph break or something, this new version is unbetaed).

#random ramblings #as long as we have each other #the prince and the barista #fic update

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gingiekittycat · 5 months

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Hi, and happy Yuletide, holidays and/or the end of the year! I'm once again wandering from askbox to askbox, asking questions from my fellow Good Omens fanfic writers.

How was your writing year? What's the favourite story you wrote? Yes, YOUR favourite of YOUR work! Feel free to gush about your creations, I'm looking forward to hearing all about it!

I wish you all the comments and kudos, and an exceptional new year! 🧡 Mirjam

Happy holidays Mirjam! And thank you for the ask 💜.

How was my writing year? Spectacular, actually. I finished a fic I'd been picking at for four years, where which every sentence I wrote felt like pulling teeth (but I FINISHED it, the bastard). I wrote (goes back to check) 5 new fics after GO season 2 was released (I did the math, over 135,000 words in less than 4 months!!! How did I sleep? Eat? Do basic daily tasks? I don't even know) and the first three were only because writing was the only way I knew how to cope with all of my big feelings after the finale.

One of those fics actually became quite popular. It wasn't meant to be. It was meant to be a rant about my feelings after the finale, a rant about writing in general, a rant about how fanfic is such a strange and chaotic animal. I had just finished writing a super plotty fic which had been SO difficult, and I was tired of plot. I was tired of editing each sentence into oblivion, like I always did. I was tired of character arcs. I was tired of posting chapters and getting very little, if any, reader response. I was so tired that I wanted to stop writing, and I was angry that I couldn't. Even if no one was reading what I wrote, I couldn't stop.

Imagine my shock when people started reading the thing. Commenting on the thing, kudosing the thing. I kept writing it, with no end in mind, just pouring out word vomit in each chapter, pulling crazy stunts because I felt like it, because I wanted to, because I didn't care if it was good. It was some kind of eureka moment in a way, where I really understood what people have been saying about "write what you want."

And then something even more shocking happened: I stopped being tired and angry. I started having fun. And the plot and character arcs I was actively trying to avoid just came naturally, appeared out of nowhere, except they hadn't been out of nowhere, they'd been there the whole time. All of that painful work I'd done in previous fics, over previous years, had become second nature in this one. It just sort of happened.

What an experience in the end.

So yes, "We Can't Keep Meeting Like This" has to be my favorite of my own fics of the year. Not that I haven't written parts of other fics that I've liked more--because there are lots of parts in my other fics that I've liked more--but just for the catharsis that came from writing it. And, of course, for the readers who read it. I've made so many new wonderful fandom friends this year. I've never had many fandom friends before. I felt I came too late the fandom in fall 2019 to break into the already close-knit circles, and then I went through some intense person stuff in 2020 that caused me to take a pretty solid break from fandom for over a year. And by then, making GO fandom friends felt like a lost cause. Fandom is strange that way. The internet is a big place, but it can also feel so small.

(You said you wanted me to gush, Mirjam, and I'm not sure if this counts as gushing but this is your lesson anyway to be careful what you wish for.)

I'm on a self-imposed writing break right now. The holidays are busy, and there are parts of my real life that I've been neglecting (uh, like sleep). I have about 8 fics in my head instead, I've been making notes for them on my phone. So there will in all likelihood, be more to come.

But then again, I also feel like I might be brave enough to do something I haven't done in twenty years: write something original. Maybe. Maybe.

Anyway, thank you so much for the ask! It was a good opportunity to reflect on my personal experience with writing fic and the whirlwind of the last few months. Reading it back, it sort of feels like navel-gazing drivel, but then where else can you write that junk if not on your own blog? 😂

#My asks #Personal

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snek-panini · 1 year

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At long last, I've finally finished a new book! And it's actually not a fanfic this time! This is a bind of Jules Verne's Around the World in Eighty Days. This was supposed to be my fourth book for Binderary, but I didn't finish it in time. Procrastination's a bitch. Fun fact: the first thing I ever bound was a public domain short story called The Machine Stops, but since it was the first it is...not a good skill showcase. This one is so much better. More pics and process talk under the cut!

Close-up of the cover, and a pic of the spine. The blue bits are cardstock, and brown ones are faux leather left over from when I bound Pray for Us, Icarus. The images and author's name are in black embossing ink. Something weird happened with the texture on these--the author's name came out nice and smooth and solid like always, but the stamped images have a bumpy texture to them and some leather visible through the powder. They were done with rubber stamps on an ink pad and the text was done with an embossing pen, so I think it's a difference in the ink. It's a nice texture though, so I don't mind. I had originally thought to put the title on the front, but I really liked both stamps and I like how it came out.

Top view and endpaper. I'm really pleased with how the case fits; that's been something I struggle with on a lot of projects and I think I'm finally getting it down. The endpapers are a floretine print that I bought from Hollander's and cut to size. They got a little wrinkled when I cased in, especially in the back. It's my first time working with this kind of paper and I used too much glue. I also tried stitching them to the text block this time, but I don't think I'll bother with that again. I didn't like how flimsy the single-sheet signature felt next to the thicker ones in the text block. Fun fact for those who've seen an adaptation of this story but not actually read it: there is actually no hot air balloon in the book, even though it's in all the adaptations. There was a movie made in the 1950s which added the balloon and it's been in every version since then.

Title page and chapter header. I've been saying for a while that I wanted to up my title page game, and I really love how this looks. The image here is a free vector pulled from Seekpng.com. It's the same image on both pages, the one on the chapter header is just smaller and in gray instead of black. I've also chosen a name for my bindery, largely because other people had names for theirs and I thought it was cool and wanted my own. It's Paper Snake Press, you can see it at the bottom of the text. I want a logo too but haven't gotten around to making one yet. 2d art is, uh. Still not a strength for me.

The text I used was pulled from Project Gutenberg. Typesetting it was and interesting experience, surprisingly different from typesetting fic. When I do fic I keep the editing very light, just really obvious things like misspelled characters' names and quotation marks that are flipped the wrong way, but it always needs something. This one didn't need any of that, which was nice. It also has way longer sentences and paragraphs than fic, and I thought that might be a product of its age, that writers just wrote longer sentences and were more verbose in 1873 than they are now. But then this week I started working on another fic that has the same features, from someone I've suspected for a while is a published author, so I wonder if it's actually a professional author thing instead of a shift in reading tastes over time. I'm not really going anywhere with this speculation, I just thought it was interesting.

I have two more works-in-progress printed and waiting. One is an author copy and just needs casing in, the other's in a halfway stage and has a lot to be done, so it might be a bit before I have more books to post. But there's a whole stack of things I've typeset that I'm waiting to print, so there are good things coming.

#bookbinding #snek makes books #around the world in 80 days #jules verne #it feels weird to tag an author #half my usual tags are fandom tags #they don't go on this post

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seidenbros · 2 years

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Looking up for my Stargirl

Since Tumblr isn't showing this in the tags, I'm trying it again. Here's a glimpse at the fic, and you'll find all of it HERE

Requests are open | prompt lists for inspiration | Stranger Things Masterlist

Pairing: Rockstar!Eddie x Female!Reader Word count: 6832 Summary: When Corroded Coffin play at your Dad's club at a competition, you find yourself drawn in ba the singer's voice. The same singer who finds you on the roof of the building later on and gazes at the stars with you. When it's time to leave, he draws something on your arm, but you both leave it up to fate to find each other again, not even exchanging names that night. Warning/Tags: fluff, toothrotting fluff, post Season 4, everybody lives, allusions to smut, but nothing written out, lots of kissing (let me know if I missed anything) Author’s note: I wrote this post a while back, and now, here we are, and I put that idea down in fic form. And you bet that I will put LotR references wherever I can, because I would actually name my club The Green Dragon. I hope you enjoy, feedback is always appreciated. 💚

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‘87 The Green Dragon was a small club/bar in Indianapolis that your father owned. Yes, he’d always been a fan of The Lord of the Rings and other fantasy books, but that one had stuck with him until today. The love for this piece of literature had been passed down to you, just like the love for music. You Dad had been in a band pretty much all his life, even now, but they weren’t touring anymore. He’d given up on that when you’d been around ten. All of them had settled down here in Indianapolis, close to where they’d grown up: Hawkins. You’d been there to visit, but your life was here in Indianapolis. At twenty-one, your Dad supported you in whatever you wanted to do, but to his surprise, you hadn’t wanted to go away and leave him, instead you’d taken courses in managing, because you loved The Green Dragon and wanted to run this together with him. Yes, you loved making music, and you were always jamming with some friends, but it wasn’t a career you wanted to pursue. No, you’d rather spend your time here, take care of the customers, converse with the bands that were playing here, because every two months, there were band battles held in the club/bar to support local acts, and your Dad always made sure that his former bandmates (turned producers) were there to find new talents. Tonight was one of those nights, and your Dad was rather excited, because they finally had a band from his old hometown. “I heard them play. They’re a metal/rock band. Believe me, you’ll love them, pumpkin!” Excitement shone in his eyes, making you smile. “I’m sure, I will. I’m already looking forward to them. And the rest of course!” Because you couldn’t have favourites before you’d even heard them, right? Though you had to say that they’d already earned a plus point for making your Dad so excited.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson fanfic #staffi writes #eddie x reader #eddie x you #stranger thins imagine #stranger things x reader #eddie munson

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clarasghosts · 1 year

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thanks @duplicitywrites for the tag! i'm finally responding a little into 2023, but i am responding!

this also made me realize how little i actually posted in 2022...

rules:

post the top 5 works you're most proud of that you released in 2022 (not necessarily your most popular),

your top 4 current WIPs that you're excited to release in the new year,

your top 3 biggest improvements in your writing over the past year,

your top 2 resolutions (ways you wish to improve your writing/blog) for the new year,

and your number 1 favorite line you've written this year!

tagging: not sure who to tag, really, since the fic writers i know that haven't already been tagged (i think) are in different fandoms than the one i wrote in this past year. so please, respond if you'd like and tag me!

five works:

turns out i actually only posted for two different works in 2022, so i'll share those:

the garden walls grow quick (15k, wip)

my tomarry hill house au, where harry, hermione, and luna are invited by tom to take part in a supernatural experiment. this is that rare fic i went into without any real plan at all, but writing it was necessary because it's calming for me. hill house (the novel), strangely enough, is like self care for me, so writing a tomarry au of it is like self care, too. (turns out i actually last updated this at the very end of 2021, but whatever, i'm using it here. it doesn't feel like it's been that long because 2020-2022 is actually just one long year)

2. you in my life (3k)

ginny/luna post canon fic i wrote for the background tomarrymort fest. i've always loved the idea of ginny and luna, and i really wanted to write something very human for luna. it's canon compliant apart from the hints of voldemort's survival (since 'tom' is in an established relationship with harry)

works in progress:

the garden walls grow quick

this fic still means a lot to me, and i look forward to continuing it.

2. a hollow grave (20k so far)

i only have one last chapter to write for this tomarry sleepy hollow canon divergence! but endings are the hardest to write. i promise i have not abandoned this fic, and i know how it ends. the ending is actually the idea that inspired me to write the first two chapters.

3. she sought death (14k so far)

whouffaldi, post hell bent. i actually just posted the penultimate chapter of this fic last night! i originally plotted out this murder mystery in 2016, so it's really great to see it finally come together. i fully plan to post the final chapter this year, hopefully within the next month (again, endings are hard to write).

4. in these times (6k so far)

whouffaldi first wizarding war au. i last updated this fic in 2020, but it still lives in my brain always. there's so much in it that i love writing: clara being friends with the other companions, queer rose, bill & heather, magic, and a dark atmosphere.

improvements:

i really thought a lot about what i really meant when i used words like "realize", "knew", etc., and rewrote at least some of the sentences that used those words so i could make the reader realize or know them instead.

a lot of the writing i do doesn't get post on ao3 (academic, poetry, etc.), but i have discovered over the past year that when i have limitations (time limit, specific poetic form), my writing gets stronger because it forces me to really focus on what i'm trying to say, and how i can craft a way to say that as strongly and clearly as possible. i also found out that in poetry, i naturally tend toward 6 or 8 syllables, and that 10 syllables (pentameter) results in me writing garbage lines.

i wrote things! literally writing at all last year was such a win for me. for those of you that have been here for a while, you know that before i finished grad school, i wrote constantly and in abundance. but since 2018, i've barely been able to write anything at all. i've worked a lot on it, and i feel that my biggest obstacle now is my own inner critic who keeps me from writing so i don't write awful things (when writing awful things is a very necessary part of the process). when i try to write, my brain just stops seeing the story, the world, the characters, so i can't get more than a thought or two down. moving through that and writing things at all is a success.

resolutions:

write! write anything and everything. write badly. journal. note down overheard conversations and describe people/places. the only way to write is to write.

don't force something to happen. if a certain project isn't working at the moment, set it aside and work on something new. completing things is important, but there's no joy to be had in throwing yourself against a wall. the momentum to write builds on itself, so this year i just want to keep writing.

one line:

this is actually really hard because i secretly hate pretty much everything i've written over the past few years.

"[Tom's] older than them, though she’s not sure by how much, and the most forward he’s been about his work is that he had left a political career behind for new ventures." (you in my life, because writing dramatic irony can be fun, and 'tom' here is very much voldemort barely pretending to not be voldemort.

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ladyanput · 3 years

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Ok so this is the third time that I'm sending you an ask tonight. (or is it night time in your country?) I'm being annoying right now but whatever. So I've been cackling about those salt fics you wrote because they are just amazing. I have a request, though it is up to you to write it or not. So, can you write a salt fic where someone got an interview with Ladybug (probably Aurore) and then they ask her why they replaced the old heroes like Rena Rouge, Carapace and etc. and LB is just like I don't work with dumb shits or somethin'. Then there is also a new Black Cat (Probably Luka, Felix, or Damian) because Adrien here is an asshole and this fic is saltier than salt water. Then LB also insults Alya's blog and their school. Those foolish mortals get some lawsuits and the rest is up to you. (This request is probably messed up since it's already midnight here and I can't sleep.)

You're never annoying, I just apologize that it took me so long to get to you. I do hope you don't hold it against me, darling.

A one on one interview with Ladybug was basically unheard of if you weren't the Ladyblog or Nadja Chadwick. Ladybug had made it firm that she wasn't a celebrity, she was a hero. She wasn't there for clout, for attention, for fame or fortune. She just wanted to keep Paris safe.

That's was Aurore admired about her. And why she felt queasy as she sat across from the heroine, who had given her of all people an interview. But she got ahold of herself, taking deep breaths as the cameraman began counting down. And when he hit 'one', she put on her best smile and straightened in her seat.

"Hello Paris! Welcome back to 'Latest Buzz'! I am your lovable host, Aurore Beauréal. Today I am here with a very, very special guest, our very own heroine of Paris; Ladybug!"

Ladybug beamed right at the camera, but gave a shy little wave, giving away the nerves she obviously had.

"Now, Ladybug, I'm so glad you requested to be on the show. You know, I initially thought I had misheard when Estelle told me. Usually you're not big on personal interviews." Aurore gave her full attention to Ladybug, but keeping the bright, friendly smile and perfect posture.

"Well, I tried a few times actually. But when I did, none of them were really great experiences." Ladybug admitted and both girls immediately thought of that disastrous Face-to-Face interview. It left a bitter taste in their mouths. "My issue is that misinformation has been spread around a lot recently. It's made me realize that I need to find more trustworthy sources."

"Ladybug. I vow on my integrity as a host and Estelle's reputation as a journalist that we are people who research facts. We don't ambush our guests, we respect them." She said, placing a hand on her heart. Ladybug saw an honesty in her eyes that she hadn't seen in such a long time. It honestly made her feel.. Respected. "Now, Ladybug.. We both know you have a lot of fans. A lot of admirers. False information can be spread so easily these days, which sources specifically are you telling people to avoid?"

"Well.. With Face-to-Face, I found that I was entirely ambushed in that interview. I wanted to speak about my hero work, but instead Nadja kept trying to needle her way into my personal life. That picture she had shown in largely out of context; when Dark Cupid attacked and Chat Noir was under his spell, it was the only way to get him free."

"Yes, I remember watching that. I'll be honest Ladybug, I felt bad for you." Aurore bit her lip, but smiled a bit when Ladybug nodded. "I mean, Chat Noir wasn't helping either. He seemed to be trying to push this narrative forward that you two are a couple."

"And we're not!" Ladybug burst out before she could stop herself. Everyone in that studio could hear the utter stress and frustration in her voice. "I've begged and begged Chat Noir to stop with the flirting, the 'telling people we're dating', everything! I just wanted him to focus and he couldn't seem to do that!"

"Is that why you replaced him? Because of his slacking off and refusing to take anything seriously?" Aurora sat up an bit straighter, her eyes going wide.

".. Not exactly, no. It was a bunch of issues that eventually piled up and boiled over." Ladybug made some gestures with her hands, trying her hardest to find the words but just letting out a long and pained sigh in the end. "I do enjoy my new partner now. He is more serious, more stable. I know he won't go off and pout if I deny something he wanted. I needed an entirely new team, as a matter of fact."

"Well I am going to say, on behalf of everyone here, that we're glad. We swear on our integrity as journalists that if such rumours were to ever surface again, we will do our proper research." Aurore beamed and many of the staff and crew behind the cameras nodded and gave Ladybug their thumbs up. Honestly, it warmed Ladybug's heart to see such support.

When had been the last time someone had supported her like this? Sure, her parents supported her, but her friends..? Her peers? No, none of them had supported her in a long time.

"Speaking of research, I'd say to stay away from the Ladyblog." It burned to say it but it had to be said. Alya had crossed so many lines it wasn't even forgivable at this point. She had gone too far, had betrayed too many.

"Wait, what?" Aurore nearly jumped out of her seat but quickly composed herself, taking a deep breath. "Pardon me Ladybug, but the Ladyblog has been a vital source of information since the very beginning."

"And I'm not denying that!" Ladybug quickly held up her hands, her eyes desperate now. "But please let me explain. The Ladyblog was amazing in the beginning, but like all things, it started to go astray. It was things like trying so hard to find out my identity. Trying to push that narrative of that whole superhero couple thing.. Ladyblogger Alya Césaire has proven time and time again that she is not trustworthy. I mean, I thought she was my biggest fan. Why does she keep pushing my words aside?"

Many people who watched the interview would agree. If you idolized someone, respected someone, truly looked up to them.. Why would you push aside their words, their wishes to try and push the narrative you're so convinced is true, but isn't there?

"And don't get me started on the whole Lila Rossi craze she seemed to be on now." At Ladybug's mention of Lila Rossi, both Estelle and Aurore had to keep from rolling their eyes. They knew all about the girl.

"You speak as if you are quite frustrated, Ladybug. What an odd reaction to your best friend." Aurore leaned forward a bit in her seat. Everyone else got to the edge of theirs. Ladybug only shook her head, looking utterly defeated.

"That's the thing, she isn't my best friend." It took everything to keep from satin that she hated her, that she had taken away her friends and her life. "The only times she's met Ladybug is when she's been akumatized, which has been around six or seven times at this point. And the other things she's claiming are so outlandish! Saving Jagged Stone's kitten from a airport runway? Clara Nightengale stealing her dance moves? And the Ladyblog just posts it out there, claiming every single story is true. I'm just scared that people are taking this one hundred percent seriously. That's why I had to drop Rena Rouge and Carapace from the team as they believed Lila Rossi over me. They didn't even try to confirm these rumours! And it hurts to think that one day, someone will take Lila's words seriously and get hurt. What if she says it's safe to dip strawberries in bleach? Or tells someone that she found a way to tame some kind of wild animal? Someone would get hurt because they believe her story and try it out for themselves!"

"My goodness, I can definitely see how that is a problem. Misinformation is very easy to spread thanks to the internet, so you being worried is a very relatable thing." Aurore nodded, then tilted her head ever so slightly. "Ladybug, do you know anyone who has taken her word seriously? This is besides the Ladyblog of course."

Ladybug closed her eyes briefly, mentally debating with herself before finally giving in. These things needed to be said.

"Collège François DuPont. Now I wasn't there personally, but I heard about this situation and looked into it. The entire situation was appalling. Apparently a student was found to have cheated, assaulted another student, and commited thievery. But the thing that stuck out is only one person saw her do all of these things; Lila Rossi. No investigation was done, no questioning other students. This student was then expelled immediately. Her teacher and her principal didn't even give her a chance. And from what people have been saying, Miss Rossi's behaviour is actively encouraged in that school. She misses countless days, no, months of school, claiming she's traveling. But when she was supposedly in Achu, doing whatever it was she was claiming with Prince Ali, I was fighting her akuma here in Paris on Heroes Day!"

"I was at school the day that happened. I knew the student that happened to. They're the nicest person in that school! Never a bad thing to say about anyone, always willing to help! I agree with you on how things were handled, it's a level of incompetence that is baffling." Aurore's hands slowly curled into fists as she remembered it all. She slowly shook her head. "The principal, their teacher, their class who backed up Rossi. It must have hurt them so much, made them feel so alone."

"That's why I want people to be more careful with what information they take as fact. It's so important, because stuff like that can lead people to a desperate place. They feel alone, like the entire world is against them. I wouldn't have let the principal and the teacher get away with that gross negligence in their jobs." Ladybug leveled her gaze directly to the camera. "People of Paris, please listen to what I am saying. I am here to be a hero, to protect you from the terror of Hawkmoth and to defeat him. But please, do not be like Principal Damocles, do not be like that teacher and her class at DuPont. Do your research, look up your facts. Do not let a liar lead you to do something dangerous and hurt yourself as well as others. Respect each other, talk and be honest. I swear on my life that I shall do the same. You are the people I swore to protect and I love. I am saying this all to protect you. And I'll hope you'll all forgive me for not protecting you sooner."

...

The interview rocked Paris. Ladybug speaking so openly about her frustrations, about the discrepancies in the Ladyblog and Lila Rossi had many people double checking the sources of everything they learned from that blog.

Alya could barely show her face as she made her way though the school hallways. Her reputation as a journalist had gone down the drain. People had basically started boycotting her blog, harrassing her, or trash talking her on other forums and sites. Even a lot of news outlets picked this up.

What hurt the most from that interview last night was Ladybug's words towards her, both as Rena Rouge and as Alya. Surely the heroine had to be mistaken, she had never beytrayed Ladybug! And that Oblivio incident, it was just to show Chat Noir and Ladybug that they were meant to be together!

Her family was upset with her. No, upset was too tame of a word. They were pissed.

"I can't believe she lied to us.."

"Well what do you expect from someone who keeps harrassing Ladybug?"

Alya flinched when she heard the whispers and rushed into Miss Buster's class. The entire class was there, all seated, all looking utterly miserable. Many of them looked as if they had been crying all night. A lot like she had.

"W-where's Miss Bustier?" Alya asked when she eyed the empty desk. Many of her classmates shot her glares, but didn't say anything about the interview last night. After all, they had no room to talk.

"She and Principal Damocles are with the school board now. We're getting a new teacher." Adrien was the one that spoke up. He looked utterly miserable. So unlike his usual self.

"Lila isn't coming back. She was pulled from school when her mother found out what happened." Alix muttered from her seat, arms crossed and shoulders hunched.

The class went quiet as they all internally contemplated how things had gotten like this. Their eyes focused on the door when it abruptly opened and Marinette came strolling in, carrying a box.

"Good morning everyone!" She said brightly, pretending not to notice the downcast expressions on their faces. She set the box on the teacher's desk before she turned towards them. "Oh? What's wrong everyone?"

".. Did you not watch the interview with Ladybug on 'Latest Buzz'?" Alya stared at Marinette, a bit dumbfounded by her friend's lack of awareness of the situation. She had been expecting Marinette to rush in with support and a fiery vengeance against those who had humiliated her best friend, maybe even a fresh pastry. But instead she was greeted with empty hands and a cheerful hello?

"Oh, well I haven't really had the time to watch much television. I mean, with my transfer papers, needing to plan out my new schedule with all of those new classes. Busy as a bee, that's me!" Marinette just beamed, giving Adrien a playful wink that had his stomach churning.

"Wait, transfering?" It was Rose that spoke up, her large eyes seeming impossibly large now. "Transfer what?"

"To my new school, of course." Marinette giggled and clasped her hands together. "I start on Monday."

"New school?!" Alya was on her feet and rushing towards Marinette. The others quickly followed, crowding around her. "What do you mean new school?! When did you ever say you were going to a new school?"

Marinette blinked, as if stunned, then tilted her head ever so slightly.

"I told you all last week, don't you remember?" Marinette tapped her lower lip, seeming to be wracking her brain before she abruptly snapped her fingers. "Oh! I forgot, you all were deep in conversation with Lila about her upcoming event with Jagged Stone and Clara Nightengale. You know, the one she said she'd be attending with Ladybug, since they're such good friends. Did she ever say how it went?"

All of the students shifted uneasily, suddenly seeming to refuse to meet her face.

Alix murmured something so barely audible, Marinette held a hand to her ear and leaned closer.

"I'm sorry, what was that?"

"Lila was lying to us!" Alix snapped as her cheeks went a flaming red.

"About everything! She never knew Jagged Stone!" Juleka spat out in fury.

"Or Prince Ali!" Rose sniffled.

"And she wasn't friends with Ladybug? They were barely acquaintances!" Alya wailed out as tears welled up in her eyes.

But Marinette hardly reacted the way they were expecting. She just gave them a small smile and nodded.

"Oh, yeah. I know."

Alya sucked in a breath sharply.

"You knew..? But why did you never..?"

"Oh Alya, you silly forgetful thing. I told you the day she returned from her long 'trip', remember? I told you she was lying." Marinette gave Alya a smile that said 'oh you silly thing'. "But you told me that I should really check my sources. And I got tired of trying to bring up any lies, since that was always your response. So I decided to just stop. I mean, since you're such an inspiring, honest journalist you must double and triple check every source you come across and found every story to be true!"

Alya flinched and looked away, feeling the churning feeling in her gut again. No, the Ladyblog had been the only source for the stories. The. Only. One.

"And I'm sure all of you knew what you were doing! I mean, it makes sense; trusting the words of a complete stranger over someone you've known for a while now. Some of you since we were in diapers!" She focused her gaze on Nino and Kim, who had the grace to at least look ashamed.

"Marinette, you really should-" Adrien began, reaching out for the girl, but was cut off by her clapping her hands together.

"But it's alright! I decided that fighting with you all wasn't worth it, so I took Adrien's advice and took the high road! Don't bother exposing Lila, she isn't hurting anyone!" Marinette announced brightly, giving her hands a little wave.

The temperature in the classroom dropped by several degrees.

".. Adrien, she's kidding, right?" Nino glanced over at his friend, his eyes pleading for him to deny it all. But the sight of the blood draining from the model's face and the sweat starting to bead at his forehead told him everything he needed to know. "Dude.."

"How could you?! You knew this entire time and didn't even try to tell me?!" Alya rounded on Adrien, fury in her eyes.

"Now, now, don't get mad at Adrien. I'm sure he knew you all were going to do you research. Besides, it's not like this did anything bad for anyone." Marinette pressed a hand to her cheek, still grinning. "I mean, it's not like you all took her advice without doing any research. You didn't try the things she suggested without actually checking them out to be true, right? No one lost any scholarships or job opportunities. No one's relationships were ruined. No one was hurt."

The nauseous feeling spread to all of the class as the reality of everything caught up with them.

"I'm sure everything will go back to normal, right? I mean, I'm sure that that woman from the education bureau isn't here to fire Damocles and Bustier for their severe neglect in their duties. Expelling me with the most mediocre and shaky proof. Surely that's a school I should feel safe in! That I should be proud to be a part of. But alas, my preparations for my new school are already done, so oh well."

Marinette shrugged and adjusted her purse strap.

"Anyhow, I wish you all luck with the amazing things Lila has helped you to do! I know it must have been worth ignoring me and convincing me I was crazy. With all of the free time I've had, with you guys practically replacing me with Lila in the group, I've had tons of time to spend with my boyfriend."

"Boyfriend?!" Alya's eyes went owlishly wide as she gaped at Marinette. "But what about Adrien?!"

"Oh Alya, I fell out of love with Adrien forever ago." Marinette shook her head in an almost patronizing way that had Alya's cheeks burning with embarrassment. They didn't even pay attention to Adrien's noises of surprise. "I mean, you claimed I was jealous of Lila getting close to Adrien, that I should let the jealousy go. And you know what? You were right! So I decided Adrien wasn't worth the stress, the embarrassment.. I mean, I couldn't even talk to him straight. I thought he was the most perfect guy in the world! Goodness, did I learn my lesson!"

She giggled as if she found the entire thing amusing. She then beamed at the class.

"Well, ta-ta! I need to get back home and make sure everything is ready to go. I wish you all the best, I really do!"

They all watched, shellshocked as Marinette breezed out of the classroom like it was nothing. Like she wasn't leaving her friends, her school, her life behind. And they all would wonder exactly how badly they screwed up, if she could walk away do easily, without a care.

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jslittlebirdie · 3 years

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Here Without You

Pairing: Soft!Ledger!Joker x Reader

Summary: Your last days have been really bad and exhausting. There are always new problems you have to take care of, you feel tired and burnt out, and on top of that, J hasn't shown up for several days. That was until today.

Word count: 1,344

Genre: probably a bit angsty / fluffy comfort / self-insert

Warnings: Reader has a bad day, low self esteem

Notes: A very big thank you to my dearest best friend @fan-of-pretty-much-2-much for encouraging me to post this fic. What would I do without you, your support and love? I own you so much🥺😭 Also, thank you so incredibly much for this simply beautiful title💜

Well, this fic is a total self-insert😅 I basically wrote it for myself as a comfort. So it's probably too cheesy and my characterization of J is way too soft and ooc. But maybe someone will like it anyway, I don't know. So read at your own risk lol🙈 Also, the text is unedited and English is not my first language, so I apologize for any mistakes.

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It had been days now since you last saw your clown. News reports were your only clues as to his whereabouts and well-being. You didn't blame him, he was a busy man - a free man who came and went as he pleased - and you wouldn't keep him from his business. Even though, if you were honest, you would love to not let him leave your apartment ever again, and instead keep him with you where you knew he was safe; not that he couldn't take care of himself.

But you missed him terribly. And on top of that, your doubts and insecurities were getting worse with each passing day. You probably weren't good enough for him, too boring and annoying with all your worries. Would he ever come back to you? Was he tired of you? Had you perhaps upset him without knowing it?

And today... Today was a particularly bad day. Already early in the morning the day had started with bad news, new things you had to take care of. Problems kept coming up, there just seemed to be no end in sight. Once you had taken care of one thing, two new things popped up. You felt overwhelmed, burned out and tired. You longed for a break. You longed for him.

A familiar noise. But you only heard it very distantly. You were far too lost in your sad and gloomy thoughts. You sat on your bed and stared at the wall. Your eyes hurt because you tried to hold back your tears as hard as you could, even though you knew it was wrong. But you wanted to stay strong, not show any weakness.

The noise came closer, heavy footsteps. The door to your room cracked open and a face painted with makeup peered in, looking for you. When J spotted you, he grinned mischievously. But his good mood soon changed when he saw you in this miserable state. He immediately noticed that something was wrong, even if he didn't quite know what it was yet. So he entered your room without waiting for you to give him your permission. And even when J stood right in front of you and looked at you with his beautiful dark eyes, which actually showed a hint of concern, you hardly reacted, which admittedly only worried him more. Because you normally ran up to him at the first sign of his presence. But today was... different. And he didn't like it at all.

"What's the matter, toots, hm? I'm back, I'm here."

You stared at him, but you couldn't see him. You hadn't quite realized yet that he was truly standing in front of you. It seemed more like your mind was playing a trick on you - an evil trick to torture you even more. "I'm so sorry, J," you finally uttered. It wasn't so much directed at him as you were talking to yourself.

"You're sorry for what?" He frowned thoughtfully. He couldn't remember anything you had done that you needed to apologize for. But it wasn't a surprise that you apologized in the first place. You apologized for the smallest things, sometimes even for apologizing. But this time, he was a little bit confused.

"I don't know. That I annoyed you with... with me being the way I am. I don't know, okay?!" That was the moment you snapped back to reality. You saw him. Standing in front of you, in his usual slightly bent posture, his head tilted to one side as he tried to figure things out. And that's when you couldn't hold back your tears any longer.

Intuitively, J leaned down towards you and reached out to cup your face with his gloved hands. But you flinched away from him, too ashamed and insecure. "No, J. Don't!"

But he didn't let that stop him. Even though you had said the exact opposite, he could tell by the look in your eyes how much you wanted him. And it caused a strange feeling to rise in his chest - he wasn't sure what to think of it, so he just shrugged it off and focused all of his attention back on you. He sat down next to you, wrapped his arms around your body that was trembling with tension, and gently pulled you to him. This time you let it happen; the second he touched you, you were like putty in his hands. Moments later you found yourself on his lap and you couldn't help but cling to him as tightly as you could, your tear-streaked face buried in his broad chest, inhaling his scent between heavy sobs - a mixture of burnt rubber, gasoline and sweat (he had been out there for days, of course, he hadn't had time to worry about such trivialities) and something so specifically J that your heart ached. Oh, how much you had missed him. All you wanted and needed was him. Your J. It was kind of ironic. While others ran away from him in sheer panic, you longed for him. You had never been like others, you saw so much more in him than just a criminal. To you, he was your charming, sometimes pretty grumpy, but still in his own special way caring and loving clown - but you better not say this out loud. You just loved him. This realization hit you so hard that a new wave of emotions washed over you.

"Shush. I'm here, I gotcha." He shifted beneath you, loosening his grip around you, causing you to sigh in frustration. Rustling of expensive material and then suddenly you felt all warm - he had wrapped you in his royal purple coat and then put his arms around you again like a vice. You were in the warmest, safest embrace you could ever think of. Immediately, your body relaxed, your trembling finally subsided. You listened to his steady heartbeat and mimicked his breathing. J hummed and smiled to himself as he noticed your reaction.

When you finally felt calm enough, you lifted your face off of him so you could look at him; your eyes were bloodshot and dark rings stood out beneath them. He hated to see you like this, but he said nothing; he waited until you were ready to talk. And you were ready. You took a deep breath and finally murmured, "Today was just a shitty day. There's so much to do and it seems to never get any less. Everything is too much. And I... I missed you so much... I thought you weren't coming back."

"But here I am, right?" He squeezed you a little tighter to put emphasis on his words. "I know you've got a lot going on right now. But ya got this, toots. You're tougher than you think you are. Aaand..." A huge and devious grin formed on his lips. You could literally see him thinking about all the things he had done in the past few days. "I need to lay a little low for the next few days."

"Yeah, I picked up something like this on the news. What is it this time?" You're no longer able to suppress a weak giggle. And a yawn. You were so very tired and exhausted, you hadn't slept well since J left, when he wasn't by your side. But now that you were cocooned in his protective warmth... Your eyes grew heavier and heavier. "So does this mean you're staying home, J?"

"I'm not going anywhere, sweets." He moved you both on the bed until you were in a lying position, you still on top of him wrapped in his coat. Even though he would never admit it, he had missed you too. And holding you in his arms like that - feeling you, knowing you were safe and relaxed - made him aware of his own exhaustion. He pressed a sloppy kiss to your forehead, leaving a beautiful reminder for you when you woke up in the morning, and then closed his eyes himself.

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jimintopia · 3 years

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prettiest of them all (1)

genre: college!au, s2l!au, fluff, angst?

pairing: jimin x reader

summary: you're nothing special, just an ordinary girl who's just trying to get through college... but an angelic boy with honey colored eyes thinks you're the most beautiful flower he's ever laid his eyes on.

word count: 1.5k

chapter warnings: swearing (mostly jungkook lmao)

a/n: oh gosh i'm so nervous,, this started out as a tiny drabble i wrote out on the back of my bio notebook in january and two weeks ago i sorta revived the idea lmao. i hope you enjoy this little series of mine!

this fic was made possible by @latetaektalk (thank you so much for those helpful tips! i spent a lot of time formatting and reformatting this post and editing the fic, and your advice helped a lot with that!) and @chimchiekookie (thank you for your encouragement and kind words! you gave me the courage to post, tysm kira). also, to @yuvi-with-luv and @meiadore for just being! i love u crackheads; oKAY that was really long so i'll let you get to the fic oops haha

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(1) only time will tell.

College is not easy. But sharing an apartment with Jeon Jungkook is an entirely new level of difficulty.

“Goodness,” you mutter, stepping around the books and pens scattered on the floor of the living room, your roommate’s half-asleep body slumped across the couch. You can’t even get to the kitchen without tripping over something of his. “Couldn’t you have cleaned up before dozing off? What an idiot.”

“I heard that,” he mumbles drowsily, yawning. “The idiot is clearly you, Y/N. Who the fuck signs up for an eight A.M. lecture on Mondays? Something’s obviously wrong with you.”

That earns him an apple to the head, before you remember it’s supposed to be your to-go breakfast and quickly scramble to retrieve it.

“It’s mandatory,” you tell him. “Can’t graduate without taking it, so I might as well suffer. Psychology majors go to hell anyway, so I signed up knowing what I was getting myself into.” You give your best friend a once-over as he stretches, still on the couch. “You have fun sleeping in, Jeon, but by the time I get back I want you showered and ready for a proper brunch. Got it?”

“Yes, ma’am,” he rolls his eyes, but you know he enjoys your routine outings as much as you do. Ever since you met in your second year of high school, it became a little tradition of yours to regularly meet up for lunch on the weekends — and that turned into basically each mealtime once you got to college. “Just go, you’re going to be late. Those tiny legs of yours are gonna have a hard time running all the way to 808. We’re not even on campus.”

“Excuse you?! I’m 5’6”!”

“Y/N,” he sighs, shaking his head pitifully. “That’s like, four inches shorter than me. But nice try.”

Both of you exchange an annoyed glare, but deep down, you’re having your fun bantering with him. It’s a trademark of your relationship, one of the many things you appreciate him for. No one you have met so far could match your sharp tongue as well as Jungkook.

“I do not have time to argue with you right now, Kook.” You glance at the clock, quickly slipping your feet into battered sneakers. “There are leftovers in the fridge — by the way, remember to lock the door if you don’t want Taehyung to visit unannounced again — and I left a carton of banana milk on the bottom shelf, right next to the ketchup. Oh! I did your laundry last night; there’s a pile in your room that you just need to fold and put away. Anything else I’m forgetting?”

“You just dumped my clothes in my room? On the floor?”

You narrow your eyes at him playfully. “Wrong answer, Jeon.”

“Oh, fine.” Jungkook rolls his eyes, ruffling your hair affectionately. “Thank you, Y/N. Now please just go already.”

“Dumbass,” you return, grinning. “I’ll be back soon. I'll bring Taehyung over if I run into him!”

He’s already closed your front door, but you can still hear his shout of protest from the other side, causing you to burst into incessant giggles: “Don’t you fucking dare!”

By some kind of miracle, you actually get to the lecture hall approximately a minute early. You and Jungkook don’t live on campus, but your apartment is pretty close — walking gets you to class in ten minutes, and if you run, you’ll arrive much quicker.

“Yeoreum!” you greet your friend with a whisper as you walk in, tossing your apple core into the small trash can. “You’re actually early for once!”

“Blame Hoseok,�� she grumbles as you sit down next to her. “Dumbass woke me up at five in the morning to go run with him, Y/N. Five o’clock. The asshole’s dead to me from now on.”

“That sucks,” you sympathize, but you know she’ll always give in to her twin brother — the two of them are inseparable, as much as she likes to complain about him. “But hey, at least you got your coffee fix!”

Yeoreum lifts the half-empty cup before taking a long sip, a small smile adorning her features. “Also courtesy of Hoseok,” she admits. “He causes a lot of arguments, but at least he knows how to solve them. I like to think I’ve trained him well.”

“I wish I had a sibling,” you sigh wistfully. “A brother, maybe. Or a sister, I wouldn’t really mind. It must be nice always having someone else who understands you.”

“Y/N, you live with Jungkook,” she points out. “He’s basically the brother you’ve wanted your entire life. He has been since we were fifteen.”

“I know, but it’s different. I didn’t grow up with him. Plus, he’s more annoying than a sibling could ever be.”

“And he’s hot as hell.”

“Yeoreum,” you scold quietly, bringing out your laptop for the start of the lecture. “You think everyone you meet is hot. Regardless of whether they’re actually a decent human being or not. That’s probably why you always end up dating assholes who don’t deserve you.”

“Yeah, yeah,” she waves you off, not quite meeting your eyes. “Chill, Y/N, I’m not interested. The boy’s just insanely attractive. Can’t I call someone attractive without wanting to get with them?”

You lean over to say something to her, but the entire class quiets down suddenly, so silent that you could hear even the softest whisper.

Professor Ahn strides in with an authoritative air, several books in her arms, followed by a boy whom you’ve never seen in this class before. A new student, perhaps? Or maybe he just transferred departments. You never know — it’s certainly not too late to switch out.

The professor tells him something quickly and he nods, before jogging up the stairs and hastily sliding into the seat right next to you. In fact, it all happens so quickly that you’re still buffering, trying to process what just happened. Instinctively, you move a little closer to Yeoreum.

“Goddamn,” she breathes, eyes wide in surprise. “Y/N, he’s so fine.”

Okay, so that was a bad choice. But the thing is, she’s not wrong.

The guy doesn’t speak to or look at you once during the entire lecture, totally dedicated to typing up everything Professor Ahn is saying — but you can’t help but check him out from the corner of your eye every few minutes. The blond hair is, surprisingly, a very good look on him, and the way the corner of his mouth is always turned upward makes you incredibly curious. What the hell is there to be happy about such an early class?

Ten minutes before you can finally get out of that stuffy hall, there’s a light tap on your right shoulder, startling you. You turn your head around so fast your vision nearly blurs, taking a second to steady again. “Huh?”

The new guy is tentatively smiling at you, like he’s gauging your response. “Hi,” he says, a little hesitant. “Um — do you have a black pen I can borrow? Mine just gave up on me mid-word and I didn’t bring any extra.” You glance over to his side of the bench: sure enough, the last few letters of the word ‘extension’ are so faded out, you can barely see them.

All of your pens are either blue or red, but Yeoreum quickly passes you one of her black-ink fountain pens under the bench, nodding at you in silent understanding. “Here,” you offer it to him, watching the adorable way his face lights up when you hand it to him.

“Thank you! You’re a lifesaver,” he says, quickly scribbling something down. “I can’t fathom using any ink color other than black, it just… doesn’t make sense to me.”

Well, you could type up a whole argument against that, but you hold your tongue for the time being. Instead, you peek over at his notebook curiously, trying to see what he’s so engrossed in writing down. You catch sight of a name printed neatly on the top left corner of the page, and you squint so you can see it better.

Park Jimin. You let it rest in your mind for a moment. It’s a beautiful name, and though you don’t know exactly what it means, you’re sure it would roll right off your tongue if you were to say it aloud.

“I’m Jimin,” he says, right on cue as he returns the pen and you not-so-discreetly pass it to Yeoreum again. “What about you?”

“Y/N.” For some reason, you’re struggling both to find something to say and maintain some kind of calm. You don’t know why he’s making your heart beat faster, only that he is.

“That’s a nice name.” Jimin smiles, and it’s breathtaking. His eyes form little crescents as he beams at you — you! — and for just one second, you can’t think of anything else. A silly crush, you chide yourself, averting your gaze from his face. A few days and it’ll leave on its own.

You want to be right, and you might be wrong, but you have no idea, no way of knowing what the future holds. It’s like they always say — only time will tell.

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kaistrex · 3 years

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Holy shit it sure was, I had the wrong tab open and I was not paying attention. I'm so sorry!

Where the Real Beasts Are ⛰️-⭐-🎢

Haha no worries! It's so easily done!

It turns out I had a lot to say, so strap in 😂

(Where the Real Beasts Are)

⛰️- What was the hardest part?

Because I wrote the fic over such a long period, there’s probably something from earlier on that I’m forgetting, but as it’s freshest in my memory, I think keeping myself motivated to get the final chapter finished was one of the hardest parts. When I first sat down to work on it after the penultimate chapter was out, I had about 2k words of notes/scenes written, and it just got longer and longer as I chipped away at it until it somehow hit 22k.

Usually when I write, I can see the finish line steadily approaching, but as the chapter expanded and I fleshed out all of the scenes, it just seemed to get further and further away and was low-key soul destroying 😂 I think it was just the idea of finally seeing the entire fic finished after years of working on it, and the thought of basking in the glory of hitting post for the final time, that was my biggest motivation in getting it done haha

It was a complete bitch to edit, and I’ve since vowed never to estimate the final chapter count of a longfic again, because then I feel a ridiculous need to actually stick to it instead of allowing myself a bit more freedom.

🎢- Were there any scenes you were nervous about? For audience reception or otherwise?

Honestly, I was most worried the two times that the Graphic Depictions of Violence archive warning came into play towards the end (one more extreme than the other lol). I really thought I’d wake up in the morning to people furious that I didn’t leave a warning that it was about to get a little bit gory, so I was cringing away from the screen a little every time I opened my inbox to read any new comments in case of abuse, but then nothing ever came haha

I added that archive warning to the fic when I posted the very first chapter back in 2018 in preparation for the fic’s finale (3 years later...), so I was ready if anyone bitched about it when the warning was right there in the tags and they read it anyway (as I’m sure we’ve all seen people do often enough before). I worked really hard on the plot, and one of the instances of violence was supposed to be a surprise, so no way in hell was I going to spoil that ~something~ was about to go down in the chapter notes.

But in the end, I worried over nothing 😂

⭐- What’s a scene/paragraph you’re proud of?

There’s a whole lot of fic to go through to answer this, so I’m probably forgetting something, but I think my favourite scene is back in their rooms after the masquerade. I’m the sort of person who feels good about something once I’ve written it, but then as soon as I post it, I tend to cringe too hard to be able to reread it properly, but if I look over that scene again, I’m still really pleased with the atmosphere of it. I don’t know if anyone else feels the same, but to me it feels like there’s a hush over the whole scene, like it’s a held breath or something, and I like how slow and tender Derek is as he undresses Stiles TvT

Shoutout also to the final line/paragraph of the fic which I am still proud of. Endings are always the worst part to write, and I can’t say a fic is finished until the ~feel~ of the final sentence is right. I wanted the final note to be something happy, and something I’d still be pleased with even after time passes, and so far that still holds haha

Derek pulls back to brush their noses together, sunlight sparkling in his eyes of green and gold, the shadow of a daffodil petal falling on his cheek. Stiles’ heart is so full that he can feel it beating in his chest, tugging him forward like perhaps it always has, leading him where he was always meant to be, straight into the arms of his beautiful, tender-hearted wolf.

I wanted it to tie things together, so it ends up touching on the procession that opens the fic with the mention of the daffodil, the colour of Derek’s eyes which Stiles had seen when Derek was first given to him as a ‘direwolf’, and then it vaguely references the journey Stiles was lead on throughout the fic. The final ‘tender-hearted wolf’ was supposed to be like a juxtaposition of how good Derek is despite Kate/the Argents’ belief that him being a wolf makes him a ‘beast’, to try and tie in the through line of the whole fic and the title.

I have no idea if that even came across to anyone reading it (I don’t usually think about word choice like that, ever!), but I’m proud of it anyway 😊 It took a lot of agonising!

(I did consider for 0.5 seconds if I should capitalise ‘Wolf’ to reflect how Derek first came to him, but realised immediately that would just highlight Derek as a pet which I knew was a BIG NO-NO and not the vibe I was go for at all.)

Thanks for the ask! I always end up having a lot to say for these things, so I hope it was at least a little bit interesting haha

The icons are from here if anyone wants to send any my way, or you can ask anything else that comes to mind. My inbox is always open~

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myfalsedevotion · 2 years

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i love fic ask games 😌😌😌 of course i am here to send you somep

ok so how about: 😜🎶📚☀️(i need an ego boost <3)💡🖊

alright have a wonderful day!

I love that you love them, honestly 💙💙 Okay, let's do this!

😜 Describe a current WIP without using character names. (Points if your followers guess who the fic is for.)

Mayaaa, you know which one I'm writing 🤭. Let's do this:

A young musician comes back home for his sister's engagement party on New Year's Eve, and falls straight back into the best relationship he's ever had, but only for a weekend.

🎶 What music do you listen to when you write?

I always, always make playlists (you actually have the ones for athob and rare 🤭) but if I'm honest I try to listen to them while writing but always end up distracted by the lyrics and start singing along, so I end up listening to mynoise (interacting background noises and soundscapes), just to block out distractions. I do listen to the playlists a lot while I'm planning out fics though. For the one I'm currently writing it's a bunch of Taylor songs and a lot of La Oreja de Van Gogh (Spanish pop rock band). Here's the link to it: la paz de tus ojos

📚 What grammar mistakes do you always make?

I always end up mistaking when to write in or on, even if I do know what I should use if I just stopped and thought about it hahhahaha I just never think xD

Also, "looking down on (instead of at) his hands", always find that error when I'm editing and I always go 🤦🏼‍♀️

☀️ Has anyone ever left you a comment that made your day? What did it say?

You know the one, Maya. You know it. I still go back to that first ask you sent regularly and get weepy over it, because you loved this thing I wrote so much and came to tell me everything you loved about it, and it made my day to see I made someone's day with my silly little words. Love you so so much 🥺💙

Also, I actually do go back to read most of the comments people have left in my fics from time to time. They make my day when they're first written, and they make my day every single time I check them again. Just to know someone took time out of their day to leave even a couple nice words about something I've worked on makes my day. Every single time.

💡 What's the weirdest thing you've been inspired by?

A lecture on the supposed mating habits of dinosaurs that was offered at my uni once upon a time. It'll make sense eventually. I hope hahahahha Whenever I get to finally post that five year fic 🤭

🖊 What is the most recent line you've written?

"I haven't been with anyone since I left. You know that."

#ask games #Thank you for this mayaaaaaa #had fun #🤭#i know you'll come to scream at me soon hahahhaah #my writing

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katierosefun · 3 years

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Heyy, just wanted to say I LOVE your stories (and all you headcanons and tags hehe) I'm new here and wanted to ask how and when you started writing fanfiction for star wars and if you have any tips 😊

hello! thank you for the kind words :’) and of course, welcome!!

so if we want to get really technical about things, i started writing star wars fic like,,,,waaaay back in 2013, and i kinda cringe a little when i think of those fics now because lol i was thirteen years old then--and i wrote for a little while until maybe 2016-ish? and then took a break because of mental health things, and then got back into writing fic in the past year and a half or so!

as for the how, i wanted to write star wars fic mostly because as a thirteen year old, i was devastated by the season five finale (back then, that was when the show just got cancelled and the season five finale was the only series finale we were gonna get!), and i just kinda wanted to write all these stories about the tcw fam actually being happy. filling in the gaps and all. (lol considering how my gut reaction to the tcw season seven finale was also to write as much fic as possible, i can safely say that some things just don’t change.)

as for tips! i got a little into writing gen fic specifically here, but as for writing fic in general: (and under the cut because i,,,as usual, went off for a while.)

1. rewatch/reread source material! this is something i usually do when i’m trying to refresh my memory on a certain episode--i won’t watch through the whole thing, sometimes i’ll just kind of jump around, but i like to get some quick look back into the source stuff to put myself in the right headspace to explore how to extend/expand the story somehow.

of course, if you’re writing something that’s an AU then you don’t really have to worry about this, but!! rewatching the source can also just be super helpful when you’re trying to characterize properly/try to get a feel for what the characters’ voices are like.

2. wookiepedia is your best friend, but if you don’t have enough info on something, either search through fanon star wars meta or!! just make up something on your own! like, i cannot tell you the amount of times i’ve wanted to tear my hair out because i couldn’t find enough information on x or if i had to stop and be like “wait, but does star wars even have y??” sometimes, wookiepedia is helpful for providing those answers, and other times, blogs like @gffa really provides a big, broad look at all the stuff in star wars, and her blog kinda runs like wookiepedia itself, so i can guarantee that you’ll find some useful stuff if you’re ever kind of lost about what certain jedi customs/culture or in general, what different cultures were like in the galaxy far, far away.

but also, as i’ve mentioned, i think it’s okay to just kinda ignore the technical stuff and just make something up in star wars as you go along. you don’t like that glass in star wars is called transparisteel? then use glass. you’re not sure if star wars even celebrates the new year? screw it, why not? you’re the writer--you get creative license!

3. there is no such thing as “too much” of one trope. so, idk if you might struggle with this, but just in case you do--sometimes, fic writers will hit a wall and be like “no i can’t post this because so many people have already written about this/used this trope/etc.” to that, i say pffft, nah. there’s a post floating around here on tumblr about a cake analogy and how like,,,to you, you might have just brought another cake to a party with already so many cakes, and you might feel kinda embarrassed about that, but to the large majority of people? all they see is more cake, and who doesn’t love more cake?

what i’m basically trying to get at here is!! write whatever you want and don’t worry about if someone’s already done it, because everyone in fandom lives to see their favorite storylines expanded over and over and over again/everyone lives to see their favorite tropes used over and over and over again. fic is wonderful for that very reason, and you shouldn’t deprive yourself of enjoying that.

4. this might seem kinda trivial, but spellcheck and formatting is...mostly important. the unfortunate thing about fic is that sometimes people will click out the second they see a huge block of text like so:

“this is just a practice run,” i say as i start this paragrah. i don’t really know what i’m writing about but this is an example, and i know that this is probably going to look really, really ugly on the screen but here we go oh the things i do for explaining fic i already know that this has gone long enough but who is to stop me you know? wait no i haven’t made any spelling errors yet to prove my point so okay let me think of a common spelling error i can’t think of any right now but hm let’s see i will causally say that i have made a spelling error. oh look! i have made a spelling error (well, not a spelling error, more like a mix-up of words) because you can tell that instead of writing casually which would be more correct i wrote causally and those two are very different things. but there are other spelling errors that can sometimes be a turn-off for readers like when they notice that the k in kenobi isn’t capitilized and once or twice that’s all fine and most people will overlook that, but if you do that consistently then most people will be turned off and click into another fic and oh dear it seems that i am actually explaining things so i guess that means i should stop with this ugly paragraph and actually move forward. “move on!” i shout to myself now. (and just pretend that something like this continues for a good two or three pages.)

do you see how ugly that is? it’s an eye-strain to most people when they read, and you can write the most beautiful fic in the world, but if the formatting and the spelling is off, then most people will move to a different fic. (which is, again, unfortunate, especially for younger and newer writers, but! ‘tis a thing that comes with fic.)

5. have fun! don’t get yourself caught up with appealing to the crowd. write what you want to write first and foremost, because at the end of the day, it’s you who’s putting in the work and the effort to craft a story, and if you’re about to invest your time and energy into anything in your free time, then it should be something that brings you at least some joy and comfort. so go on and write, and keep writing if you enjoy it! no one can take that away from you.

hope that all helps!!

#answered #asdfdsf sorry for the essay but!!! i hope that was somewhat helpful!!#writing tips

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zackmartin · 2 years

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1, 3 and 23 for the fanfic ask (if you already have answered these, feel free to answer any question you want)! ❤

You're actually the only one that's sent an ask so far so thank you, love! 💕

Send me an end of the year fanfic ask!

1) favorite fic you wrote this year I was slacking so much this year 😓 my favorite fics i wrote this year were pretty much the only ones I wrote (both unpublished ofc) But, I really love my new au I keep talking about, especially now that I've kinda changed the story a bit. Like, I think I could actually do something with it if I can just get life to give me a break and for my brain to work 😅 And I've slowly been working on my birthday prompts, and I actually really love one you sent me (Izzy stealing the car) cause I just really love writing for Izzy!

favorite line/scene you wrote this year I didn't get to write a lot this year, so I don't have a like, really significant line that sticks out to me. but, you know me, I love spoiling my stuff lol so I'm gonna post a scene from each fic from the answer above, but I actually realized while I was answering this that both scenes are my favorite because they (in my opinion anyway) encapsulate the dynamics. Like, even though they're brothers, I don't really write Zack and Cody a lot cause I always try to exclude Cody lmao But, in the first excerpt from my new au, i feel like it's so,, them?? unfortunately I don't think this scene will be included because I think it'll end up getting cut thanks to the story change but 🤷 This scene also shows what Zack's dynamic is like with Henry/KD in this fic too so I'm still including it 😅

And in the second excerpt I just love it cause it really showcases the dynamics that exist in the hartin house (although, I'm almost certain at this point that I'm including a third sibling but i haven't written them in yet)

I'm gonna put a read more cause it's already getting long and it's about to get a whole lot longer lol

Also, I guess I should warn that the first excerpt kinda sorta gives away some stuff so spoilers i guess alsdkjf (but lets be real, I'll probably never post more than just snippets here and there)

one more thing i'm sorry but wherever I put [...] were just some spots i needed to cut out because they're either major spoilers or it needs serious editing

“Okay, are you gonna help me out here?” Kid Danger asked as he glanced back at Ray. Ray’s gaze moved to the ground.

“I mean...if they take him in instead of us, it saves us the trip,” he replied with a simple shrug.

“Exactly,” Zack responded and Kid Danger narrowed his eyes before shooting a look at Captain Man who just shrugged. “Cuff him, Code Red,” Zack continued, keeping his eyes glued to Kid Danger.

“With what?” Cody mumbled, leaning towards him. Zack slowly turned to look at him.

“Didn’t you bring handcuffs?”

Cody stared at him incredulously. “Where would I have gotten handcuffs?”

“Then use a zip tie!” Zack snapped, feeling his patience wearing thin.

“Again... where would I get a zip tie? And why would I have brought one?”

Zack finally lowered his arm, letting out a sharp breath and squeezing his eyes shut before turning to face his brother. “You carry a million things in your pocket but you’re telling me not one of them is a zip tie? Or anything we could use to cuff this guy?”

Cody continued to stare at him in disbelief. “What would I need a zip tie for?”

“What do you need bear repellent for?”

“To repel bears!”

Kid Danger stepped in between them then. "I don't mean to interrupt, but your perp's getting away."

"Why didn't you stop him?!" Zack barked. Kid Danger put his hands up in surrender as he took a few steps back.

"Why should I?" he replied, his lips curling into a devious smirk, "You've got this."

Anyway, please forgive me for the stupidity of that snippet lasdkj also here's the one from the Izzy fic:

“Where is he, by the way?” Cody questioned as he sat down at the table in the chair closest to him.

“He’s around here somewhere,” Zack answered but before he had a chance to call for him, the two of them heard a door slam, followed by Izzy’s muffled voice yelling, “You’re not being fair!”

Zack froze as he met Cody’s gaze. “But, I have an idea of where he might be.” [...]

Izzy came storming into the kitchen followed by Henry a few seconds later.

“Whatever. I’m gonna talk to dad, he’s the fun parent,” she snarked, shooting a look at Henry before turning back towards Zack.

“Be my guest,” Henry stated calmly, clearly unbothered by her attitude as he sat down in the chair opposite his brother-in-law. [..]

Izzy put on her sweetest grin as she went to stand at Zack’s side. “Daddy,” she cooed, shooting him her best doe-eyed look.

“No,” Zack deadpanned without looking at her. She immediately dropped the act, her demeanor turning annoyed again as she stared at him, slack-jawed.

“That’s not fair, you don’t even know what I was going to ask!” she snapped.

[..]

“Uncle Cody!” Felix’s voice gushed a few seconds before he sped into the room with his golden retriever, Daisy, at his heels, the two of them appearing at Cody’s side. Felix met his gaze with an elated smile, his hands cupped in front of his chest.

“Hey, buddy!” Cody responded enthusiastically, turning around to face him, letting his arm rest on the back of the chair, “How’s my favorite nephew?”

“I’m your only nephew,” Felix pointed out.

“Well, that doesn’t mean you can’t still be my favorite,” Cody replied, and Felix’s smile grew.

“Can we get back to me, please?!” Izzy interrupted impatiently, slipping into the last available chair between Zack and Cody.

[...]

“Hey, Fe,” Henry interjected. Felix’s grin vanished as he immediately dropped his still cupped hands below the table, out of Henry’s line of sight, before slowly turning towards him.

“Yeah?” “What’s in your hand?” Henry asked, his tone indicating he most likely already knew the answer. Felix avoided his gaze.

“Nothing,” he responded softly. Henry kept his eyes locked on him.

“Felix,” he echoed in a calm tone. Felix sighed heavily, raising his hands above the table once more as he slowly uncovered one from the other.

“A centipede,” he mumbled as the now freed centipede crawled from his palm to the crook between his index and thumb.

“Oh, Felix!” Zack yelped, instinctively pushing his chair back, “What’d I say about bringing random bugs into the house?!”

“Sorry,” Felix responded sincerely, flipping his hand over as the centipede inched onto the back of his hand.

Izzy let out a heavy sigh. “Then, can I take Grandpa’s car?” she questioned, clearly losing any patience she had left.

Anyway sorry for all that lol

23) fics you wanted to write but didn’t oh man, so many. I had a lot of motivation for my fairy tale au and a ton of ideas but i just. ran out of steam. I had a bunch of motivation for my newest au then i lost it, now I found it again. let's see how long that lasts. i'm still really super upset that it's been over a year since I've posted a new chapter of DoD and I know it's probably never going to happen now but I'm not quite ready to give up on it. i'm also super upset that not a single one of my birthday prompts have been posted cause you guys sent me almost all of my favorites from that list, and maybe it was ambitious of me still, but i genuinely thought I would have at least one posted either on my birthday or around it cause a few of them are literally already halfway done! But, genuinely every au I've ever told y'all about I really love for one reason or another and I would sincerely love to write every single one or even just. one! but it just wasn't in the cards this year I guess. Also, I've been wanting to write a zack & london besties one shot for years now and it still hasnt happened, rip

#asks #ask games #heather tag 💜#thank you heather <3 #I say I love to exclude cody and then. here he is. in both these scenes.

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venusoliver · 3 years

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The Taste of Sweet Silk on Your Lips; Chapter 11 BTS

NOTE: This post will discuss plot points from Chapter 11 my Ao3 fanfiction, The Taste of Sweet Silk on Your Lips. Please refrain from reading further if you'd like to avoid spoilers!

This chapter, if I'm not mistaken, is my longest chapter yet. Woah.

I've almost completely strayed from my original outline. Almost. For the past couple of chapters my outline didn't reasonate with the final result at all, but I think I'm starting to get back on track.

The BDSM chapters are always the most difficult. There's a lot of terminology that can come into play rather quickly, not to mention the struggle to keep things consistent and clear. (Where are Mikasa's hands? How do I describe that? How do I phrase this differently than the last three paragraphs I wrote? Okay, hold on, what's a synonym for—)

Long story short, it's a handful. But when I'm done writing the chapter, when I can finally delete "DRAFT" from the title of my chapter page, it's a feeling I don't feel to often.

I feel proud of myself. And that's an amazing thing :D

But along with BDSM chapters comes references!

Now, my original plan was to actually watch live BDSM performances online. I watched a very solid handful before I started writing this fic, and I learned quite a lot, but in the end..

I'm a procrastinator, okay?

My schoolwork was starting to pile up. I was failing multiple classes (I'm only failing one now, yay for me!), and what does my brain do when there's actual work to be done? Not that. Anything but that.

Now, writing my fic isn't work. I LOVE writing this fic. But typing out extensive cartography notes and typing out prolonged sexual tension can start to get grouped together, and before I knew it—

A week had passed since my last update. That's always when I start to get anxious.

So, instead of taking this slow and watching low-quality footage of shibari clubs in russia, it was just me— my brain— and a very aggressive google searching session.

In the end, I'm still very happy with how things went.

The issue arose initially when I just.. couldn't find the right references. I had the picture in my head of what was going on, but I still needed a picture to look at so that my descriptions wouldn't become to vague and absurd.

Let's start off easy, Mikasa's lingerie.

I had a lot of options when deciding what Mikasa should wear. Something risque, of course, but nothing too revealing. It was a tough decision, but I think this picture does my vision justice! Aside from the shoes. Mikasa is a little too powerful in heels like that.

The next order of business was getting references for the bondage rigging.

The spreader bar was easy. Legs spread, bar in the middle, you're good to go!

Next up was the harness. I had a couple of other options I was debating when deciding on what type of harness I wanted on Mikasa. I originally went with something more dainty, with thinner rope and smaller knots— but once I decided on suspension-esqe rigging near the end of the performance, it only made sense for the harness to be more secure.

As for the arms.. that was the most difficult part of this chapter. Finding a reference, writing it out— when I go back to make minor revisions on the fic (grammatical errors)— it's going to be very hard to stop myself from rewriting that portion of the chapter.

The sheer joy that raced through me when I found this image is unmatched. I had scoured the internet looking for a clean, clear reference for what I wanted. After rephrasing my google search multiple times (shibari arm rigging, arms behind head, arms behind head shibari, etc.)— and praying I wouldn't have to use a p 0rn screenshot as reference, I found this image.

This is precisely what I was going for with her arms. Mikasa is a very fit woman, and I don't doubt that she wouldn't have a problem getting her arms behind herself like this.

In my mind when I pictured Mikasa bent at the hip, legs spread wide, arms lifted upwards behind her— this is precisely the position I envisioned her arms in. I used that reference when describing the actual rigging for the arms as well.

But enough about all the k!nky stuff! This chapter was a lot more sentimental than originally planned.

I'm consistently at odds with myself when writing these chapters, trying to give them the smut I intended while also making their relationship believable.

I ship these two insanely hard, but their dynamic is a really tough one to pinpoint and make work.

They're both very cold and shut off from people in day to day life, so for their relationship to work— they need to be forced together, and they have to be in a situation where their stubbornness pulls them closer rather than pries them apart.

With all of that to keep in mind, bringing in some fluffy aspects is crucial. It makes their connection make more sense. After all, neither one of this girl's is doing random hookups. Not often, anyway.

The fluff ended up coming organically. Even if their performance this chapter was still just a performance and not an actual BDSM scene, aftercare still comes into play.

Hitch and Annie had a far different dynamic because they were friends. They were friends, and experienced in the BDSM scene. They're able to perform without getting emotionally invested— because they don't love each other romantically. There's not this same intimate connection.

As for Mikasa and Annie, it's completely different. Annie loves Mikasa to the point that she's risking quite a lot to keep the girl in her life. Mikasa is new to the scene, but she's enthralled by the idea of letting down her guard and letting someone else pull the reigns for once.

They compliment each other in an intimate, romantic, and s3xual way. The performance itself and the aftermath should reflect that.

So, it does! I found myself smiling quite a bit at the end of the chapter. I really do love these two.

The next chapter will include full fledged smut, thank goodness. I'm both nervous and excited to start writing the chapter. But, for now, I'm probably gonna get some rest.

Thank you all so much for your support. I wouldn't still be writing this fic if I didn't know that there were people out there who enjoyed my work. It makes me smile even when I'm struggling :) I hope to see you all again when I post the next chapter. Thanks so much!!

#annie leonhardt #annie x mikasa #ao3 update #aot fanfiction #attack on titan #attack on titan fanfiction #mikannie #mikannie fanfiction #mikasa ackerman #mikasa x annie

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