#fic chat

[serve-cunt]

last line game:)

rules: show the last line you wrote and tag someone else!

tysm @strawberry-daiquiris & @ocontraire & @elementalmoments for the tag!! had to wait until I had written something that wasn't just flailing .... here's a tennis au snippet!

Alex twirled his racket, looking Oscar up and down. “You look good, eh? Monaco suits you.” Oscar felt his face warm. “Thanks,” he said. “Ah—guess so.” “Yeah, you’re all tan, you look good, mate. Doesn’t he look good?” Alex pressed, elbowing George. “Don’t his biceps look all glowy?” “You look good,” George said, with a smile. “You’ve been playing well, too,” he added, and then, like he was trying to steer the conversation away from Oscar’s tan, or biceps, or whatever, said: “Good show in Indian Wells, by the—” “Doesn’t he look good?” Alex interrupted, poking Lando. George sighed and shut his mouth. Lando made a show of looking Oscar over, hand at his chin, finger tapping his mouth contemplatively. “Yeah,” he said finally. “If you’re into that kind of thing.” “What kind of thing?” Alex asked. “Hot dudes?” Oscar’s cheeks burned.

tagging @rebsinthevoid bc i MUST know .. also @suzzzzuka & @tearstrung & @dizzyizzyhands & @lazarus-james if you're interested :))

#tennis au fic is in 'driving me crazy' phase #she struggle #she's in her chapter 4 slump era #anywayy #tag game #mctwinks #fic chat

[herrmannhalsteadproduction]

What's coming up next in the A Herrmann/Halstead Production series:

So.

I have to focus on my real life job for awhile as I have a bunch of time-sensitive projects on the go. I promise it is just a break and I will be returning to write more of this series. I have way too much planned (that I'm way too excited for) to ever give up on it.

Please subscribe to the series so you don't miss when the new chapters start up again. I hope you stick around and keep enjoying this universe as much as I enjoy writing it! Thanks for reading!

IN THE MEANTIME! Under this Keep Reading banner, you will find SPOILERS for what's coming up in the series. Only click if you enjoy spoilers! (And as always, feel free to message me or send me an ask if you have any questions/want to know more details.)

OKAY! SO. Spoilers for what's coming up next in the series aka THINGS TO LOOK FORWARD TO!

Part 25 is called 'Fine is a Four-Letter Word' - it's a continuation of the aftermath of the events in That Herrmann/Halstead DNA and follows the arcs of everyone's recovery. We'll see how everyone is processing and what they're struggling with. Not just Emery, Will, and Bex, but Connor, Mouse, Jay, Chris and Cindy and everyone else. But for as much as everyone for the most part is making progress, Bex will find that her usual coping mechanisms are failing her and everything from the past year comes crashing down on her hard. Bit of a Bex Breakdown arc ahead!

Part 26 is tentatively titled 'My Heart is in Your Hands' and it is going to pretty much be PURE FLUFF. We'll have the Plouch wedding, we'll have the return of Beau and the rest of the Taggerts, we'll have holiday shenanigans, we have both Rhodestead and Bouse adorableness. No angst - just fun and cuteness!

Beyond that, we'll be heading into a stretch into a stretch of lots of fun plotlines and good growth both for individual characters and our main couples. And then there will be some drama, but I'll leave that a surprise for now.

As I said above, please subscribe to the series so you don't miss when the new chapters start up again. I hope you stick around and keep enjoying this universe as much as I enjoy writing it! Thanks for reading!

#a herrmann/halstead production #one chicago #chicago fire #chicago pd #chicago med #rebecca 'bex' herrmann #jay halstead #oc character #christopher herrmann #will halstead #connor rhodes #greg “mouse” gerwitz #greg gerwitz #fic chat #fic preview #spoilers

[otemporanerys]

Writing Patterns Tag Game

thanks to @cr-noble-writes for the prompt! Rules: list the first line(s) of your last 10 posted fics and see if there's a pattern!

True Blue

Garrus didn’t know why he couldn’t stop banging his head against the wall trying to nail down the Saren case. Everyone was telling him to give it up, calling it an impossible task, and he was just about starting to believe them. His career was hanging on this; the next few days were the most important of his life.

So, really, he should’ve expected her to show up. She always did when something big was about to happen. 2. Life Behind Enemy Lines

“Commander Farvardin,” said the man at the other end of the galaxy, drawing a cigarette to his lips. “Or do you prefer Shepherd?”

Shepherd’s talons dug into the palm of her hands. She’d really hoped he would be in the room with her – then she’d at least have had the option of attack.

“Shepherd is fine,” she said, with practiced evenness. “What do you want?” 3. Any Port in a Storm

Garrus didn’t know what he was planning to do with the two hours before they hit the Omega-4 relay, but potentially the last thing he expected was a summons to Miranda’s quarters. Actually no, that wasn’t quite the last thing – the very last thing he expected was for her to, without so much as a word of explanation, slam him against the wall and attack him with her mouth. 4. Small Problems

There were two kinds of private libraries in this world: those intended to store books, and those intended to make visitors feel stupid and inferior, and the one Garrus and Shepard were standing in was definitely the latter.

5. Priceless

The most important quality a thief could have – the bit that set apart the professionals from the amateurs – was that you always had to act like you owned the place.

6. Diamond in the Rough

War was really fucking stressful.

7. Bitter Harvest

The forest was quiet and bright; dry leaves crunched under Hastings’s hooves, and the air was pleasantly cool against Anderson’s face. Someone else might have taken pleasure in that rare stillness, but all it did was leave him on-edge. Wariness and suspicion were a witcher’s constant companions, or at least they were for him. 8. In the Bleak Midwinter

No child older than nine had ever survived the Trial of the Grasses, and most potential witchers were brought in younger than that. Most were orphans; some were abandoned; and not an insignificant minority were sold off by drunkard fathers or harlot mothers. The trainees were taken to castles in the middle of nowhere and raised by a group of fatherless whoresons who themselves had been raised by other, older fatherless whoresons.

In short, Shepard’s upbringing had been lacking in a lot of things taken for granted by those raised in normal families; so whenever she entered a town and saw Yule decorations strewn about the place, her first thought was always Oh, great, the inn’s going to be rammed.

9. Bedside Manner

The cave was cold and dirty and dank, and above all it was small.

10. Interregnum

The cost of a day pass at the gym was, frankly, extortionate, but Gareth paid it anyway. It was the closest one to the clinic, he was desperate to hit something, and it was probably better if it wasn’t an orderly. Patterns... I'm very acutely aware of my in media res problem 😅 If anyone spots anything else, let me know! Tagging @kalliesa @angry-jager @dispatchwithlove @dwarrowdams @misseffect @aevallare

#mass effect #fic chat #tag game

[missamyshay]

I am definitely interested in what calm is about 👀

Oh, hello there!!

calm. is the last story in my cycles series, and it’s Tina-centric. It’s actually a Christmas story—because I had meant to finish it and post it around Christmas time. But it’s taken me surprisingly long to write. Hoping to share it some time this week 🤞🏾, but in the meantime, here’s a snippet:

Michael is quiet for a long moment on the other end of the phone before he takes in a breath. “Well, fuck that,” he concludes. “It’s Christmas, T. You should be with family on Christmas.”

Tina shakes her head. “You got a private jet and a time machine I don’t know about?”

“No, what I mean is…come by the house.”

Tina pauses, setting the kitchen cloth down on the counter as she raises her hand to hold onto her phone, straightening her posture with a slight frown. “Which house?”

Michael sucks his teeth. “The White House. What do you think?”

Tina smirks, raising a brow as she leans back on the counter. “You said that shit as a joke, but your house has gotta be the whitest house in Chicago.”

WIP GAME

#writer asks #fic chat #the bear fx

[diaphanouso]

📖

Plot idea yet to be written:

I'm gonna talk about two because this is fun and I have a permit

Shakarian Scavenger Hunt

Garrus and Shepard send each other on a scavenger hunt across the galaxy. Each scavenger item is part of a larger puzzle or something (maybe when assembled, they form a device that plays a little vid/audio message), though each path is very different. But BOTH of them set it up so the final item solves the puzzle/finishes the device/etc. and ends in a proposal.

They turn it into a contest to see who finishes first, the crew takes bets, etc. But Shepard and Garrus each think they're the only one proposing, and each is super excited about their brilliant plan, the whole crew knows and they almost die from the sheer force of keeping it secret.

Garrus almost immediately goes off script by overthinking his clues and ends up going to some random-ass places, seeing clues where there aren't any, etc. His scavenger hunt gets increasingly weird but he perseveres because Shepard made it for him.

Throughout the hunts, they're messaging each other and in crewchat, lots of shit-talking and teasing.

Shepard finds all her items pretty easily and doesn't think anything of the items themselves at first, just wants to get the clue to proceed to the next one. At some point, she realizes each item holds special meaning and is connected to moments from their time together. It's very sweet and, utterly verklempt, she actually backtracks to go look at various views, sites, etc. carefully arranged by Garrus. She knows she's giving up her win, but let's be honest, ✨she's already won✨

Meanwhile, Garrus somehow, impossibly, finds the final clue. He activates/engages it and is instructed to meet where they had their first date. He grins because he's given Shepard the same instruction in her scavenger hunt.

Angsty horror w/ happy ending oneshot

The Normandy is stranded somewhere and a rogue AI, computer virus, or alien lifeform gets on the ship and goes undetected until it begins manifesting as each crew member's fears. It starts out rudimentary, creating goofy, harmless versions of the fears. But everyone keeps it to themselves because they think it's just them. Soon it comes out that something weird (but actually pretty funny) is happening. But as it absorbs information/learns, the visions become more precise and shit gets real. The entity only shows them their most powerful, irrational fears (e.g., maybe Grunt goes dinosaur hunting and keeps crit failing on bringing down every one he goes after in front of his krantt). Zaeed insists (loudly and frequently) that he's "immune" but everyone notices he keeps glancing at the shadows. Even EDI is affected—it'd be interesting to explore the kinds of things she would fear. Javik, too. The entity only shows them their most powerful irrational fears (e.g., maybe Grunt goes dinosaur hunting and keeps crit failing on bringing down every one he goes after in front of his krantt). Anyway, they DO eventually oust the AI/virus/alien from the ship. Once things calm down, they share some of what they saw—for almost everyone the worst part was being alone in their fears.

Thanks for the ask!

Other answers: Xmas fic, Back in time fic

#ask meme #fic chat

[quietlyimplode]

Whumptober snippet looks great! Will the story be one big one like last year or three small stories like 2021?

Ahh sorry, I missed the ask. Whumptober this year is one big fic but a lot of it can just be read as one shots. :) thanks so much for your questions and cheerleading for it. ‘Not long now :)

#whumptober chat #it’s October here - too early to post? #kidding #it’ll be up tomorrow bar no issues #my fic #fic chat

[wanduhhh]

L’Amour Looks Something Like You

Wanda/Reader (18+)

Chapter 1: Strawberries 🍓

Summary: You need a new apartment, Wanda needs a new roommate. Simple right?

Author note: I have returned from the pits of hell, I was just in the mood to write something cute. This will be fluffy, smutty and a little bit angsty (I can’t help myself). Hope you get invested!

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“No no I completely understand thanks for calling”, ending the call you allowed your head to fall forward into your hands. An exasperated sigh left your lips for what felt like the 100th time just that morning.

“Another no?” Your roommate mumbled through a mouthful of cereal. You simply nodded your head not even bothering to lift it from banging repeatedly in your hands. Your ears picked up on the uncomfortable gulp from the woman sitting across from you.

“You’ll get something soon, I’m sorry” that was enough to make you raise your eyes to meet her guilt ridden ones. “I know Lena, it’s okay”.

You had met Yelena in your first year at college, visibly shaking with nerves at the group meet up. She had clung to your side immediately, easing your own anxieties with her overly boisterous personality. You had been glued together ever since, leaning on each other for comfort throughout the years of exams and all night studying.

Now that you had both graduated however, it was time to fly the nest you had built together. You had been so set in your comfort zone with the girl that you never considered leaving. The same could not be said for the adventurous blonde girl, she had planned to travel around Europe the second she was set free from the chains of education. Knowing how much you relied on her, she had waited until your graduation party to break the news that her flights were indeed booked.

Things had changed since that night, you selfishly avoided her attempts at movie nights and late night shopping trips. Trying fruitlessly to emotionally isolate yourself in preparation for her departure. The nail in the coffin was when you had realised that this meant you would now be looking for an apartment alone. It was proving difficult to say the least.

Guilt had eaten Yelena up, watching you suffer through endless phone calls of landlords informing you that their properties were already inhabited. The main issue was, without your shared income- your options were limited. Like really limited.

You had reached the point of desperation where you were willing to sacrifice some of your preferences for your next home. Turning to apartment sharing. The thought of living with a stranger left a bad taste in your mouth, but needs must. When you managed to secure a viewing for the very next day, you had cheered up just enough to agree to a night in with Yelena.

She had insisted on coming with you the next day, worrying that- ‘they could be a psychotic serial killer who just wants to lure you in and chain you to their radiator, forcing you to live off of cockroaches until you perished’. You agreed mostly just to shut her up. Not bothering to mention that you had already stalked your potentially new roommate’s social media, and you were pretty sure she was an angel.

You had spotted the ad for a ‘colourful 2 bedroom apartment’ posted by a woman who was ‘looking for someone who likes a tidy home that is always filled with the smell of baking’. It had lured you in, what had sealed the deal and forced your fingers to type the email however, was the pictures of the woman herself. Wanda Maximoff. Her smiling face staring back at you on the screen had forced a sigh of relief out of your pent up body, daring to imagine already what it would be like to be friends with her.

Her posts were filled with photos of her laughing, lots of food and countless pictures of bright flowers. You chose not to acknowledge the twisting feeling in your stomach that appeared when you stared too long at a photo of her in a bikini. You could see yourself getting along with her well enough and when she replied almost immediately, inviting you to scope the place out the next day, you were bubbling with excitement.

The drive there took longer than you had expected and your hands coated the steering wheel in sticky sweat as your mind began to accept that you would indeed be leaving your comfort zone. You weren’t spared a moment of silent reprieve to wallow in your thoughts however, not with Yelena singing screeching along to the radio. You really were going to miss her, but her ego did not need to know that.

You pulled up outside the apartment and although it had looked endearing through photos, it did not compare to how animated it was in person. Thick ivy wound it’s way up the sides of the brick walls, all the windows were wide open letting the sun stream in, and you could hear music floating through the air. “Sooo she’s a witch who lives in a cottage and cooks babies?” Your moment was yet again ruined by one, Yelena Belova.

“Lena hush, the house looks really nice and she seems great and there’s flowers everywhere an-“ she cut you off mid ramble as she caught the door opening “ahhh it all makes sense now”. Your confusion only lasted until you saw Yelena jerk her head in the direction of the front door. There was Wanda. Just like the flowers; she was so much more vibrant in person. Long auburn hair flowing around her shoulders, bouncing playfully on top of her head as she waved you over with a smile. You sent her one back as you approached and jabbed your elbow into Yelena’s side when she mumbled something about you ‘being too gay for your own good’.

“Hey new roomie, or I guess potential new roomie- don’t wanna be too presumptuous” Wanda winked at you and finished on a giggle. Fuck her voice sounded like bells. It rendered you speechless and Yelena took it upon herself to speak for you, requesting the grand tour. It was not a huge house and as quick as it began, it had ended; in your potential bedroom. The only information you had taken in the whole time was that Wanda’s hair smelled like strawberries and that she bit her lip a lot when she wasn’t speaking. You wondered what her lipgloss tasted of. You were nearing cardiac arrest.

“So y/n, what do you think?” No way you could avoid speaking this time. Your eyes scanned the room and you felt peaceful looking at how the sun hit the plants that lined the walls. “I love it Wanda” you said sincerely, smiling at the woman and not breaking eye contact for a second. She smiled right back, putting her hands in her back pockets and bouncing slightly on her heels. “Are you guys about to fuck in this room that doesn’t have a bed? Because I don’t mind waiting in the car” Wanda let out a hearty laugh as you physically scolded Yelena with a smack to the back of her head.

Not even Yelena’s severely terrible social timing had managed to ruin the viewing, and before Wanda had invited you downstairs for tea your mind was already made up. You knew truthfully it was made up the second you saw a picture of the woman, but it was nice to live in denial.

She handed you a peach iced tea adorned with a curly straw, as you took in the sound of the ice cubes clinking against the glass you felt like you were starring in a bad rom-com. Wanda’s voice floated through the room as she listed off info about bills, holding a little notepad where she had written down all of the things she deemed important for you to know. You had never been jealous of an inanimate object before, until you watched her close her teeth around the cap of the pen she held.

If you had any sense you would know that you were so willing to move here immediately because of the wrong motives. Motives like kissing away the tea that pooled at the corners of Wanda’s mouth as she sipped it. Then again you never prided yourself on self control.

Wanda seemed to find your flustered state endearing, giggling every time you stuttered over your words and corrected yourself with a frown. You had been painfully trying to answer her question of ‘tell me about yourself’ for the past 5 minutes, the second she asked you it was like you had never lived a day in your life. Yelena was finding it all too amusing. When she mumbled to Wanda that you spent all your days ‘pining for middle aged lesbians’ you wanted the earth to swallow you whole.

Minus the anxiety vibrating through your body, time seemed to flow freely in Wanda’s company. She switched between Kate Bush records and did not leave your tea to dip below half full even once. You found yourself grateful for how comfortable she made you feel, and despite Yelena’s relentless teasing you appreciated how well the two seemed to get along. Yelena’s judgement on who you chose to spend your time with meant a lot to you, often treating you as a big sister.

This could be the perfect set up for you, close enough to the city and just outside it enough that there were plenty of schools you would be able to apply to work at. It all seemed too good to be true, and yet you found yourself unable to identify a flaw within Wanda. You just had to get yourself together and prepare to live with the woman without objectifying her every move.

As a natural lull in conversation took place, you felt it was time to leave. Assuming that Wanda would be emailing you about maybe letting you move in, surely she had plenty of other people to see in the next week. However, as you stood to leave she approached you. “So when would you like to move in?” She said with a smile, your breath caught in your throat as you formulated your reply. Cheeks burning red as you looked into her emerald eyes, “uhh well Lena is leaving me Friday and the lease is up on Sunday, so-“ you hoped you weren’t being to presumptuous, “Monday it is” she cut you off with a wink.

You decided if this was a rom-com it was definitely one you would watch. “I’m really looking forward to being your roommate y/n, I think we are going to be really fast friends” Wanda wrapped you in a hug. Your lungs filled with the strawberry scent of her hair, you thought it was more important than oxygen anyway. “Me too Wanda, thanks for letting me move in. I’ll see you next week?” You breathed into her hair, she pulled back slightly to meet your eyes and agreed with a nod and a smile.

“Okay love birds, I’ve got to pack. Let’s go y/n, lovely to meet you witchy” Yelena physically dragged you to the front door, chuckling at the pout you sent her way and at Wanda’s confused response to the nickname. She was amusing herself so much that she failed to notice someone already stood at the front door, fist poised to knock. She barged right into the man and let out a yelp of surprise. “Oh so sorry about that” you heard the man say as he stepped around both of you, approaching Wanda. His arm wrapped around her waist and your smile dropped. “Y/n, Yelena this is my boyfriend, Vis” your eyebrows drew together as you watched her scrunch her nose at him affectionately; leaning up on her tiptoes to kiss him.

Oh fuck there were flaws.

“Backing out already?” Yelena whispered to you through her teeth, shooting the man a polite smile whilst assessing him with her eyes. You grit out a “shut up” whilst waving at Vis something about his name made you shudder, and you couldn’t put it all down to jealousy. “Well we were just leaving, thanks again Wanda y/n is super excited to be your roomie” Yelena’s words were sickly sweet and you were sure everyone in the room managed to identify the sarcastic tone. Still, you found yourself grateful for her taking charge of the situation allowing you to sulk out the house quietly.

You had approximately 6 days to cure this rapidly growing infatuation before you would be spending every day in Wanda’s presence. Most likely having to watch her kiss the personification of a wet sponge that was Vis.

No biggie.

#wanda maximoff #wanda fanfic #wanda x reader #fanfiction #wanda x y/n #mommy wanda #fanfics #mcu fic #wanda mcu #wanda smut #l’amour #come read my new fic #fic chat #yelena belova #yelena x y/n

[tracingpatternswrites]

It really is a shame that I spent so much of today staring at an empty Word document instead of, y’know, writing.

#writer's block #uncooperative muses #fic chat #writing stuff

[fly-guys]

That Hook pic you just reblogged plays so well into my headcanon where he's possessed by Lucifer (which is perfect because it would explain why Danhausen is high key obsessed with him, why he seems to be overpowered compared to everyone else, etc. And also! All the fun internal stuff about a catholic person being possessed by the literal devil)

That is fascinating, I wonder if his God Fearing tattoo would hurt or start burning when hes possessed. Maybe his faith would protect him from getting fully taken over and lead him to fighting the demon. Does Danhausen recognize the change?? The first time they interacted when he gave Hook chips in his vlog Hook was much nicer then he was later... Is being possessed why he can talk now??! Its not actually Hook speaking just Lucifer using him??

#fic chat #hook #hookhausen #hook aew

[serve-cunt]

ahh i just wanted to reach out and say i love your writing and i’m so excited for the last chapter of the tennis au (don’t kill me i don’t remember the name rn) i have a different name on ao3 but i am always there!🧡🧡

AHHH THANK YOU!! This au is so near and dear to my heart ... wrapping it up is feeling bittersweet for sure but I'm also excited to write my wag fest fic and chip away at my big bang fic !! but yah tennis au landoscar... I'll never forget you 🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡

#ask #fic chat #thank youuuuuu for this sweet ask I'm hunched over my phone at work griNNNING!!

[herrmannhalsteadproduction]

No pressure just wondering about the next chapter, don’t want to make you feel rushed sorry!

It's coming sooner rather than later, I promise! My week has been bonkers busy between work and holiday prep PLUS I didn't like how the chapter was going so I've been backtracking and tweaking it. but sooon. sooooooooooooooooooooooon.

(....also you're not allowed to get mad at me when you read it.)

#a herrmann/halstead production #fic asks #nice asks #asks answered #fic chat

[otemporanerys]

2023 Year-End Fic Round Up

Got tagged by @cr-noble-writes and @swaps55 - thanks both!

Words written (published or not, WIPs totally count too!): ooof. So according to AO3, I published 118,559 words. I also did a lot of work on the Playing the Long Game rewrite, but as I keep all the chapters in separate word docs, cba to add them up - so maybe add an extra 40k or so there?

Smut scenes written (if applicable): Let's see, there's 4 in the bits of LBEL I published this year, then I did three very smutty oneshots. Call it 7.

New things I tried: Not fic, but I did the NYC Midnight Microfiction Challenge! It was a lot of fun.

Fic I spent the most time on: Oh absolutely LBEL, but it was definitely worth it! Finished my first novel-length fic 🙌

Fic I spent the least time on: Priceless sprung from my head fully formed like the goddess Athena. I love it so much

Favourite thing I wrote: LBEL, obviously, was a great achievement, but I'm having lots of fun poking away at the childhood friends rewrite

Favourite thing I read: OTHER than my Spec Recs gifts (thank you all so much) and Generational Talent by @misseffect (I think I'd read it all in beta before it was posted 😅) - I really enjoyed Illicit Affairs by @jtownnn and Waiting for Yesterday by @kalliesa

Writing goals for next year: I would like to get to a point where I feel all right posting childhood friends rewrite. Also I'd like to finish the species swap-verse Vakarian parents fic! It would also be great if my witcher motivation came back from the war

Tagging @misseffect @dispatchwithlove @diaphanouso @dwarrowdams and anyone else who wants to play!

#tag meme #fic chat #2023 roundup #fic rec

[missamyshay]

WIP List Game

Thanks for the tag @seek--rest 🙃

Rules: In a new post, post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it!

My WIP folder is a mess, so I’m just posting the fics I’ve actively worked on/tinkered with in the last week. Here are mine:

calm. (The Bear)

the bodyguard au

one day au

longfic

sparks and embers

With the exception of the first one these are all Spider-Man fics. Ask me anything about them!

Tagging: @btwxsixesandsevens @tllgrrl @ambeauty @palettesofrenaissance @sarifinasnightmare and anyone else who sees this and wants to join!

#ask me stuff #fic chat

[dispatchwithlove]

14 + The Boy for the Fanfic Q&A you posted earlier.

(I learned many things from this work of yours, but one that sticks with me still is the “do some research” piece of advice. I’d go more in depth with what I mean, but I don’t want to spoil anything for those who have yet to read The Boy.)

Thank you in advance, and thank you for sharing your writing. 📝🌹

Haha, yes, research is very important. I'm glad that stuck with you. 😁

As for the prompt:

14: Is there anything you wanted readers to learn from reading this fic?

Hmm... that Jane and Garrus are boneheads.

Kidding! (they are absolute nerds, though, lol)

I think an overarching theme in any story I write is the importance of love. Romantic love, of course (I live and breathe for romance, lol), but love between friends and love between family (bio or adopted) too. Love doesn't solve all problems, but it sure makes life a lot brighter, especially when you have a difficult job. And I guess how important communication is (and in the rewrite honesty will be a big one!). So, if anyone walks away from The Boy feeling like they learned anything about the importance of love, honesty, and cherishing your connection with others, that would be a big win.

And, of course, if you want to please a partner, do your research and talk about what you both like 😉

Thanks for the ask, and for reading The Boy ❤️

#ask prompt #fic chat

[mercurial-madhouse]

Hi love! I was wondering out of all fics you've written which one is your favourite and why?

Love your fics btw! I feel like I really connect with your fics in a sense that the characters feel so real. This is also something I thought of while reading your fics, what are some of your favourite headcannons of Harry and Louis. They are very well-written characters in your fics. Love them!

Hello, darling! Oof! Coming at me with the most impossible question! How can I possibly choose my favorite fic!?

I suppose I’d have to say it’s Three Days in February. It was my first fic in the fandom, I’d written it after only really knowing anything about the boys for about six months. Not only that, but I wrote the whole fic in about 1.5 months, it’s the longest fic I’ve ever written, and, surprisingly, the first long fic I ever finished. So there were a lot of firsts in it for me! I spent most of the time I was writing it laughing fit to burst because the lads are hysterical in it. I wish I could say that I’m that funny, but I was just writing what they were telling me. I’m thrilled that you think the characters are so real too. I pride myself on characterizations and making them feel like the boys we ‘know’ even if they’re in a wildly crazy AU (which TDIF kind of is!).

As for my favorite headcannons, I’m honestly not sure I can answer that one! The one thing that immediately comes to mind is that in my fic writing world, Harry always calls Louis ‘Lou’. And he’s the only one who does it. He never calls him ‘Tommo’ or ‘Louis’ the way the others will. Even if they start out as strangers, it just… happens. So that’s my biggest headcannon: what Harry calls Louis. There’s something so endearing about it, more so than if he were to call him ‘darling’ or ‘sweetie’ or anything like that. And it goes the other way too. Louis will call Harry ‘Hazza’, but the others will say ‘Haz’. Only Louis uses the full ‘Hazza’.

It’s the super small things that really get to me. I honestly think that’s probably where I base their entire relationship from, in whatever fic/AU I’m writing. I guess it comes across, because you find them well-written! What a compliment! Thank you so very much!

Have a happy!Gif as a thank you, sweet Anony!

#ask response #anonymous #my fiction #fic chat #three days in February #larry fic #thank you sweet anony!

[arowrath]

#text #copypasting a 21 chapter chat fic i wrote in 2018 into one big document #seeing glimpses of it #most of the time it's like. man. i did not write this #but then i see a phrase i was certain i came up with last year #and im like ah . so ive been making that joke since i was 15 ? #peer reviewed banger #rbsoff