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ssahopelessly · 10 months

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On the Clock Feelings

Synopsis: Reader is the newest employee to Family Video. While Steve has taken a liking to her, the same can not be said for Robin.

Warnings: FamilyVideoSteve x FemReader featuring Robin, new job, defensive/protective Steve, workplace banter, Steve injuring himself, pining / let me know any I missed

Word Count: 2.1K

a/n: Hey, hi, hello! This is my first oneshot in the Strangers Things universe! I had originally wrote this earlier in the year but finally got around to finishing it. I hope you enjoy!

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“Where’s Robin?�� She had asked from the passenger seat.

“Oh- she’s skipping her lunch.” Steve lied. Robin Buckley was in fact not skipping her lunch. More like Steve had asked Robin to sit in the Family Video breakroom for just one day. Steve was also subsequently $10 more broke than yesterday, the two being completely unrelated. “So,” he tried to change the subject, “how are you liking Family Video?”

“It’s… not terrible.” She mumbled over her milkshake, poking it with the spoon as she tried to break down the oreo bits before they clogged up her straw. “Keith is… a bit much though.” This made Steve laugh. Not as if he wasn’t always laughing in her company, but because on some level it made him feel sorry for her. The fact that Keith was their manager remained to be some lifelong karma lesson that Steve couldn’t quite figure out. At least it was Saturday and Keith happened to have today off. “And… I know she’s your friend… but Robin keeps pushing her work onto me.” Her body had slid lower into the seat, still cradling the cup closer to her chest. “Like I get it, I’m the new guy. But do I have to do all the putbacks- gobacks? Like she does know I can run the desk, right?”

Steve wiped the smile from his face as he brushed the salt from his fingertips over his knee. “No, she knows. Robin just- Robin likes to feel like she’s in control.” This wasn’t incorrect. Steve knew Robin was trying to manipulate their roles so they would have more chances to interact on the clock. So far it was working, though he was now certain to talk to Robin about maybe letting them have desk time. “But I’ll talk to her.” Looking over to her, he noticed she was still jabbing away at the cold cream. “Is there anything else?”

“Steve. I don’t need you to fight my battles for me.” His actions froze, the finger twiddling he had started paused.

“I didn’t- that’s not what-“ he was fumbling for an explanation now. Once he realised how he felt, every action around her became a coordinated step.

“It’s never been like this,” he tried to explain to Robin one night. “I just get around her and start stumbling over everything.”

“Wow, it’s like you have to actually try.” Robin had then mocked him.

“It’s just- Robin is my friend… and you’re also my friend, and I don’t want my friends to fight.” How self preservative, he thought. He watched as his words played through her mind and he hoped that labeling her as a friend didn’t hurt her in any way. It’s not like they weren’t friends… but Steve knew he felt more than a friend to her.

“Well, as your friend, I can handle myself.” Looking up to Steve, she tried not to think of how he had been looking at her. She tried not to think of how Steve Harrington, her coworker, had been almost caught staring at her lips, choosing to believe the stare and everything else in consideration were hopefully unrelated. “What is it?” Shaking his head, the look disappeared and a few strands of hair fell over his face.

“It’s nothing.” Looking at the watch on his wrist, he then reached for the keys, turning the car off. “We have to go anyway.” With a simple nod, that was mostly for herself, she started helping him gather up their trash and whatever else they would need to take back into Family Video. She had almost forgotten about the overcast sky above them, the endless gray cloud that seemed to linger over all of Hawkins.

When they reentered Family Video together, Robin’s head naturally perked up in their direction. “Oh thank goodness, you’re back!” She called to them from behind the desk. (Y/N) felt like it was mostly to Steve though, as she had never outrightly been so relieved to see her before. Springing up from her seat, Robin rounded to the cart that had been sitting just in the front corner of the desk, her hand lingering on the metal frame before sharing a smile to Steve. “Now that you’re back, this lovely cart needs to be put away and-“

“Actually Robin, I was hoping we could have the desk.” Robin froze completely in place, hands still grasping the cart as she had started pushing it towards the two.

“What?” There was an incredulous indention to her voice, almost like she couldn’t believe Steve was disagreeing with her.

“It’s just, she wanted to see the protocol for some technical situations. More practice on the computer, you know?” Nodding her head, Robin was cutting them both a glance that (Y/N) couldn’t quite pick up on.

“Right.” She pushed the cart around them now, gently bumping into Steve’s shoulder. “Well, maybe you should time me. I’m sure I can put this away faster than the two of you.” Steve rolled his eyes as Robin took the cart and pushed it away and into the aisles, disappearing for now. The two of them entered the little corral that was the hub inside the desk, the walls being the desk itself as it wrapped around them. From the corner of his eye he could see how she hesitated to even sit down, just standing ever so slightly behind him as she looked around the desk, almost unsure to touch anything.

“Here.” He pulled a stool out from under the counter, motioning for her to sit in front of the computer. When she did so, he tried to then figure out where the best place for him to stand would be. “So- you’ve used a computer before right?” He settled for standing just a bit behind and to the side of her.

“Only a little bit?” She still sounded unsure of herself. He wondered if it were her nerves and whether, had it been anyone else in this situation, would she sound the same? She was practically sitting in front of him as he reached around her for the mouse, careful not to lean onto her or anything.

“Okay, well for starters, you’re going to want to shake the mouse to wake up the computer.” He bumped the piece and waited for the static of the screen to come to life. But there was no static, it remained silent. Pursing his lips to the side, he tried to then look under the desk and he saw it. The computer had been turned off. “Or make sure, it’s turned on.”

“You sure you know what you’re doing?” Her voice called down to him. It brought a smile to his face as her humour started to return to her, meaning she was feeling comfortable again. For Steve though, he was too worried about how close he was to her legs that he almost didn’t notice how close the underside of the desk was. That was all, until he hit his head under the counter on his way back up.

“Shit!” He cursed under his breath as he stood back up to his normal posture. He tried to focus on the giggling she was failing to control, but he couldn’t ignore how badly his head felt, a burning sensation over the spot.

“Are you okay?” Her body had turned to face him now, her knees nearly brushing his legs.

“Sure. Wouldn’t be the first time.” Steve hoped she wouldn’t read too much into his words. He hadn’t wanted to talk about the horrors he had seen in the last four years with her just yet. Honestly, he had hoped it would be something that she would never need to know about.

Too distracted by the pain and his thoughts, he didn’t notice how her hands reached up to hold his head in her hands, palms resting just below his ear near his jawline. Her touch was soft and delicate, and Steve considered how he hadn’t felt anything as pure as her hold. Looking into her eyes felt like a mistake though, like a tar trap that he wouldn’t escape, not that he wanted to. While her eyes were full of concern, he saw the tender affection swimming in her irises and he tried not to drown in it. To be the star athlete he had once been praised for. But his teammates had never swam through tar. And he couldn’t remember the last time he felt so much in just a stare. “Well your eyes don’t look dilated.”

“They’re not?” He asked, his voice a whisper as his hands reached up to hold on to her wrists. “That’s good?”

“Really good.” A smile was pulling at the corner of her lips like a homecoming banner being pulled up a wall. “It means, no concussion.” The smile stayed, and he couldn’t fight the smile growing on him at the idea that he had put hers there.

“Oh.”

“How do you feel?” With his fingers over her soft skin, he could feel the slight muscle tremor as she had tried to withdraw her hold, but he just squeezed her wrists instead, taking comfort in the warmth they were temporarily providing him.

“It still kind of hurts.”

“Maybe you need ice?”

“Yeah,” the last syllable dragged out, “ice.” He had to let go of her then. They couldn’t stay that way, no matter how much his heart was crying to. He couldn’t fathom willingly trading the warmth she had provided him, even in that small moment, for a bag of cold ice to numb the pain at the back of his head. What about the ache in his heart? Was there a reliever for that?

While he was lost in his daydream, she got up from the stool, and with her hand now holding his wrist, tried to pull him to the backroom of Family Video. “Robin, we’ll be in the back!” Steve would’ve winced at the volume which she was talking, but her guiding him to the back seemed to balance out his pain for comfort ratio.

“No funny business!” Robin called to them from somewhere in the shelves. “I mean it Steve Harrington!”

“Got it!” He rolled his eyes as they passed through the door, her hold on his wrist guiding him to the table at the center of the room.

“Sit here. I’ll get the bag of ice.” Somehow she had found a plastic bag in some drawer behind him and the freezer had been miraculously capable of making ice today. With a paper towel wrapped around the bag, she offered it to him to hold to his head, and it was then he felt his first wave of guilt. He’s a former student athlete, he should be taking care of himself. Why was he so resided to letting her take care of him?

“You didn’t have to do this, you know? I’m the one who hit my head on the counter.” He tried to point out to her as she took a seat in the spot next to him. She kept her hands to herself now, watching him as he winced between the pain and the cold temperature of the ice.

“Yeah well.” Her eyes looked around him before settling on him once more. “I just wanted to make sure…” Breaking their gaze, she looked down to her fingers, hands clasped together so neither of them would be tempted to hold the other. “You’re like, the only one looking out for me, here. I just wanted to do the same for you.” She looked back to him now, not sure what to expect from his expression. But there was a smirk on his lips, a smugness she hadn’t seen on him. “What?”

“You just…” Waiting on his words, she wasn’t really sure what he would say. “You care about me?” The smug coating of his words never left his face. Her brain was backpedaling to get out from under that feeling.

“I mean, you're my coworker.” Ouch. “And the only one that’s been checking in on me. So yeah?” Removing the ice pack from his head, he noticed how some of the ice was beginning to melt, a small collection of water at the bottom of the bag.

“Coworker?” He asked, attention still on the water sloshing around the bag.

“Yes?”

“That’s funny.”

“What?”

“That’s just a weird label for someone you care about.” He thought he had this one. That they had danced around each other verbally enough that he could win this one.

“Well that’s what you are, so-” It’s not what I would like to be. Steve let their banter die out.

Let her have this one, he thought to himself, there will be plenty more to come.

Thank you for reading!

#stranger things #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington reader insert #steve harrington x y/n fluff #steve harrington x fem #fangst #stranger things fandom

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tenpintsof-sundrop · 4 days

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Nisha, did you know I would step on some legos barefooted for you? Anyways can’t wait to read for another fandom I have never stepped foot in and would probably never engage with the canon in just because you decided that’s what to make, and I’ve decided to read it anyways. Home cooked meal. -Rotten Anon

The opening line of this message made literal cartoon anime hearts appear above my head, just so you know <3

Also you have inspired me to post a rundown of my WIPs because I am really excited about what I have been working on. And for two of these fandoms, I know you have said you know nothing about the canon, but for the third, I am not sure, so we'll see.

My Current WIPs April/May 2024

Heaven's Gate (for The Walking Dead) - Daryl Dixon x GN!Reader. Strangers to Lovers/Soulmates/Lovers Reunited. Angst, Fluff, Hurt and Comfort. Set during Season 1 to Season 5. 17k in counting (will be a oneshot). You can find a preview here. In this fic, you and Daryl get separated when the Governor attacks the prison, and though you both believe the other person is dead (or long gone) you find each other at the most unlikely time, in the most unlikely place.

I am super excited about this fic, and the themes of hope that I have woven into it. Because yes, I unironically love writing about hope and how the human spirit can persevere - which is something that my favourite moments in The Walking Dead show. This is first draft complete and just needs to be edited.

The Jaws of Life (for DC Titans) - Jason Todd x GN!Reader. Sequel to Emergency Contact. Lovers Reunited. Extreme Angst, Smut, Hurt and (some) Comfort. Set during Season 3. 21k in counting (will probably be a oneshot - if it needs to be split up, it will be put in two parts, but I hope I can get away with a oneshot). (I highly recommend that everyone go read the original in the meantime, because it is one of my best fics ever.) In this fic, you and Jason struggle with the new meaning of your relationship after what happened with Deathstroke - only for this tentative change to be harshly disrupted by the Joker. And you're still heavily mourning when a red hooded stranger breaks into your apartment one night, seeking medical care because apparently - you owe him one.

Everyone give Jaycen @nctzenkane a big fucking round of applause for this one, because he was randomly talking to me about Jason Todd today (we were having the 'some characters are only fuckable in costume' discussion) - and I got talking about how this version of Jason from Titans makes me so passionate to write about the character. And it is solely because of him that I opened up this fic and took a good look at it - I have been thinking about this fic for months, wanting to finish it because I know I am gonna be proud of it, but I kept hesitating because I thought I had a way bigger mountain to conquer with it. But the conversation I had with Jaycen really inspired me and I wrote 5k on the fic just today, and I realized that with this momentum, I could have the first draft done by the end of this month. So I am promising myself that this is gonna be done soon.

Speaking of which - when The Jaws of Life is first draft done, I wanna host a poll so you guys can decide which of those two ^^ fics goes through the editing process to be posted first. Both will be posted (hopefully) by the end of May, but I do wanna know which one you guys wanna see posted first. Which leads me to:

Nasty (for Stranger Things) - Sub!Eddie Munson x Dom!Fem!Reader. Established Relationship. Smut/PWP. 3k (this is gonna be a shorter fic lmao). In this fic, you and Eddie have been dating for a while, but you don't like that all of his attempts to have sex with you have him taking on a (seemingly fake) dom persona. When you finally tell him that you prefer to be more dominant in bed, he isn't disgusted like you thought he might be - he loves it.

This is one I have been sitting on for a while, and right before it was ready to be posted - my brain lost interest in it like tiktok does micro trends. But I think this is gonna be really great to post while the poll for those other fics is cooking because it's short and sweet and for the past few days, whenever I have seen the cover for this in my drafts, I have gotten excited about it again. So I am excited to finish it and show it off to everyone!!

#rotten anon #anonymous #sundrop answers #curren wips #wips #daryl dixon x reader #the walking dead #jason todd x reader #dc titans #eddie munson x reader #stranger things

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truessences · 6 months

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20 Questions for Fic Writers!

I saw this from a mutual @teafiend and I'm gonna do it lol

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

9; they're mostly one shots. I think there are two that are multichapter. There are two that are part of a series of oneshots.

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

I'm not sure if there's a formal way to check it but 26,602 (as of 11/3/23)

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Right now Stranger Things. I have one Harry Potter one.

In the past, on FF.net there might be more, like from Final Fantasy VII and more Harry Potter but I don't post on there anymore so I'm not counting it lol.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

1. Closer to You (Mileven oneshot) - 91 kudos

2. One More Light (4 or 5 chapter fic Mileven) - 58 kudos

3. Dirty Dancing (Dramione oneshot) - 55 kudos

4. It's a Mad World (One shot about Mike and Eddie's first meeting) - 49 kudos

5. Roll Away Your Stone (Mike & Max fix set in S3) - 40 kudos

5. Do you respond to comments? Why? Why not?

I always try to, since I don't get a lot of interaction (which is fine, I know how this works lol) so when I do, the comments are super appreciated. I don't post for comments but they are always nice.

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

Ummmm lol I don't think any of them end angstily lol but maybe not Happily Ever After. At least the ones that are finished lol. Maybe Dirty Dancing because of how it ends? I don't know lol. I'm still debating on if my Stranger Things-Titanic AU will end happy lol

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I feel like they're all pretty happy but not like Happily Ever After kind of thing.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Not yet lol

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

No, I don't feel like I would be good at it lol. Maybe one day and maybe in the Stranger Things-Titanic AU will be my first. I've written it before kind of... but not in a fanfiction... hard to explain lol.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

No but I did have an idea years ago of a Peter Pan/Hermione Granger fic but no idea where I wanted to go with it so lol.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of. Stealing people's fan work is low hanging fruit so get a life.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope.

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

No... but I have written with people before for other "fan" stuff.

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

That's hard lol I don't think I have an ALL TIME fave but I'll name a few and not in any particular order. And because I like these, doesn't mean I've written a fic for them or read a fic of them (most likely I have though). I actually did a post a while back on some fave anime ships, I'll link that. Fave Anime Ships.

Bamon (Bonnie Bennett & Damon Salvatore)

NejiTen (Neji Hyuga & Tenten)

Cloti (Cloud Strife & Tifa Lockhart)

Hacy (Harry Greenwood & Macy Vaughn)

Kanthony (Kate Sharma & Anthony Bridgerton)

Cole Cassidy & Sombra (this one is new but I really like it lol)

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Nothing, I plan to finish everything.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I'm not sure lol, I feel like I capture character voices well. I tend to write in third person and I can still get across how my characters are feeling and thinking. I also write original novels and have been for over 10 years so I hope my strengths have strengthened over the years.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Tenses really kick my ass and I overthink it. I feel like some people have really beautiful and lyrical ways of writing and I definitely can't do that lol.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

Haven't and won't.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Harry Potter

20. Favourite fics you’ve written?

Um.... I'm not sure if I have a favorite lol. Maybe One More Light only because I actually teared up a little when writing one of the chapters because I just let my fingers go and it flowed. Whether or not it's good, well lol but I do think that one is emotional.

But that's it!

#stranger things #fanfictions #mileven #bamon #nejiten #writing #creative writing #authors #truanswers #harry potter fanfiction #hermione granger #dramione #overwatch 2 #sombra #Cole Cassidy #mcsombra

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spongeaddict · 3 months

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Would you consider writing more Fraphne? I've noticed that Shelma seems to be your main focus and I feel like Fraphne takes a backseat a lot of the time. You're such a good writer that I feel like you could write INCREDIBLE Fraphne fics (though maybe make them call each other names other than "babe" lol).

First of all, thank you! I'm glad that you like my silly cartoon fanfiction enough to write to me about it. :)

Fraphne will have some more screentime (fic time? lol) coming down the pipeline in the Terror Time series. I had an epiphany in the summer of 2022 when I wrote my smuttty Stranger Things oneshot and realized that I was not half-bad at writing love scenes. I don't want to give anything away, but Fraphne-enthusiasts may be very excited about a certain chapter that will be coming up in the third Terror Time installment, "Scooby Doo and the Warlock's Curse." ;)

That said, I have always had trouble writing Fraphne. I think it's because I just don't find them as interesting as Shelma, and I'm not sure why that is. Maybe because I always felt like they were an established couple (or at least, more established than Shelma which was not established at all until Mystery Incorporated -- and that Shelma was the most toxic mess of anything) and so I didn't find it interesting to write about people who were already in love, and knew that they were already in love. I hope that makes sense!

I don't hate writing Fraphne, I just prefer to write Shelma. In fact, I can say with a lot of certainty that almost all of the Fraphne in the Origins series would have been mostly just implied, with no real scenes to themselves, if not for reviewers and commenters who were clamoring for more Fraphne. I know it's certainly the more popular ship, so I gave them their own little stories within the fics.

Writing Fraphne is a challenge, but it's a fun challenge! So don't worry -- I promise, you will be seeing more Fraphne in Terror Time!

#scooby doo fanfiction #scooby doo fanfic #spongeaddict writes #ask spongeaddict

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henry1986 · 5 months

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Guiding (Gale x Tav)

This is my first ever Tumblr post after years of lurking. I wanted to format it differently, but it's been so long so I've written anything that I can't get back into my ao3 account, so here we are. (BleuHenri on there, btw. Wrote a kickass Labyrinth fanfic some years ago now).

This may be the only thing I write or share, but something in me has been longing to share fic again after so long. Had a shitty relationship that crushed my spirit so I stopped doing anything that brought me joy...you know how it be. Now I'm super happy and adjusted to life and letting my old self come back.

The TLDR: Random oneshot about Gale and my named Tav (Fits) from Baldur's Gate because this game is insanely amazing and I fucking love Gale and I love my little oc Fits (urchin tiefling druid who named himself 'Fits' with an s because he just wants to belong).

Summary: Fits doesn't do well with the unknown. So being blinded by a spell in the middle of a battle is not his ideal situation. Cue panic attack, and cue the voice of a certain adorable wizard he's been flirting with for weeks now. Gale to the rescue!

Story Below:

It’s all fun and games until someone loses an eye. Dry and rot, what he wouldn’t give to be a child once more, laughing off his mother’s cautions with the arrogance of youth. His current situation is neither fun nor remotely game-like, so it seems unfair that he still has to suffer the drawbacks. Today one of Fits’ few childhood memories has come back to bite him in the tail.

He’s probably going to murder Volo if they make it out of this mess.

But who is more the fool, he wonders briefly, the one with the ice pick or the one offering himself up like needlepoint? Either way he knows it’s not fair to blame the bard. Mistakes have been made, his party has been ambushed by bandits, and now he can’t see a godsdamned thing, false eye or no. Where just minutes ago his sharp tiefling vision would catch movement in any shadow, now he sees nothing but black. And what’s worse, his companions seem not to have noticed. Well, that’s his fault for breaking formation and getting separated. Stupid, stubborn rock that he is. And now that stubbornness has cost him his sight – possibly even his life.

The sounds of the battle thrash his ears, now sensitive in compensation. Somewhere to the left Karlach’s grunts mix with the dull thud of hammer on shield. The bandits shriek and curse and scream and…gargle? Perhaps that one has just met Astarion’s fangs. It would serve them right for thinking to rob a half-starved group of exhausted travellers. The thought of Gale’s stew simmering back at camp has been on everyone’s minds during the long trek back. To be delayed further has no doubt pissed them off to no end.

“Desperados and cutthroats I don’t mind, but why did we have to find the only bandits clever enough to find a mage to fight for them?” Karlach had lamented as their attackers had unleashed their secret weapon. Gale had snorted, deriding the man in torn robes as nothing more than a charlatan with a few spell scrolls on hand.

The origin of the magic is a moot point – it hasn’t made Fits any less blind. And now he’s wondering if he should call for help, or if that will alert nearby enemies, and just what is he supposed to do? His mouth is dry as a creek bed in summer. His tail flicks an anxious metronome. The not knowing has always been his undoing. Fits is no stranger to pain and loss, same as many others. If there’s a burden that needs shouldering, he’ll take the weight with few complaints. But the not knowing…the archer he’d seen earlier might still be perched atop that rocky outcrop, not yet aware of his advantage on the blinded druid. Or he might already know, and there are precious few seconds left to find shelter. He might be knocking a fresh arrow right now, as Fits stumbles backwards over a rock and hits the ground. He might be lining him up in his sights as Fits grasps desperately around for anything to use as a shield, for a tree to hide behind, for his dropped staff or –

He’s a child again, youthful arrogance snuffed to embers, no longer lucky enough to have parents to caution him. The streets are filthy and bustling, danger lurking in the shadows. He’s small, so small in this big city with no idea of where to go or around which corner the next beating will take place –

Sounds blur into a single crushing weight, ringing in his ears. His breathing is fast as a swallow bursting from its nest, like a thousand swallows in a thousand nests trying to fly free all at the same time. Usually so dextrous, his stiff hands curl in on themselves like gnarled trees aged by time. Hopelessly he drags one numb hand across his face, risking damage to his good eye by rubbing at it so viciously, desperate to make it see, please just see…

Someone’s gentle hand stills his movements.

“Come on now, no need for that. Just breathe,” someone says, prying fingers away from his face. And then three words to change everything: “I’ve got you.”

The voice is fixed with the luxury of knowing – of always knowing – and tempered by reassurance. It’s so familiar his heart leaps into his throat. Relief douses his panic so violently it’s difficult not to collapse with the intensity of it. The city streets and their thugs are cast out of mind, thrown back to the recesses of memory to haunt another day. “Gale. I...my – eyes.” The words won’t come. They’re still struggling against the tide of his laboured breathing. Through the numbness in his hands he feels the barest hint of warmth; Gale’s fingers do not stray from his, lending him strength.

“Ah, so your hearing is still keen as ever, good to know. Though how you can hear anything over the utter racket Karlach is making, I don’t know. Honestly, get between a barbarian and her next meal and may the gods protect you…”

Fits doesn’t hear the rest of the wizard’s rambling. I’ve got you. Has anyone ever said that to him in his life? Surely his parents must have at some point. There must have been a moment where he existed not as an urchin to be kicked but as a child that belonged to someone. If ever that time was, he doesn’t recall it. I’ve got you. It’s difficult with legs that feel like dead weight but he manages to climb to his feet and throw his arms around Gale. Grace is not his strong point in this moment. Gale catches him with a gently breathed ‘ooph’ as Fits bumps into different bits of him all at once.

Everything is intensified in his blindness: the pressure of Gale’s hands slipping around his waist to keep them upright, the pulsing scent of their mingled sweat and the tang of blood that speaks of fresh injury. “You’re hurt.” His fingers stumble along Gale’s arm and find a tear in the fabric. The skin beneath is slick with blood, coating his gently probing fingers.

“How in the hells did you know that? You’re blinder than the proverbial bat.” Gale sounds as if he’s trying very hard to sound amused. Fits hasn’t missed the sharp breaths that begin and end his question, a parenthesis of doubt.

“Your blood…smells strange. Different.” He inhales both to calm himself and to further investigate Gale’s scent. Fascinating.

“Ah. That would be the orb’s influence. Let me assure you, in normal circumstances my blood is indistinguishable from any others’. I’m sorry if the odour offends your sensitive nose.”

“I said it was different, not bad.” The sounds of the fight flicker and die for the briefest moment as they stand together. Gale’s hands flutter around his back before settling on a place below his shoulder blades. His fingertips meet at the spine and stay there with gentle pressure. So decisive. He wonders if the man has ever been unsure of anything in his life. What that must feel like… “I didn’t think anyone saw me go down,” Fits murmurs against the starched collar of Gale’s robes. The smell of him is grounding, chasing away his panic. “I cursed my own stupidity for straying so far off.”

“Yes – well. I admit I did question the intelligence of your decision to pursue that ‘mage’ –” he spits the word out with scorn – “On your own. And good thing I kept an eye out for you, too. I saw the spell hit you and I thought...” His voice lilts with care, stepping over the words as though they themselves are creatures to be soothed. “I know you don’t do well with the unknown. I didn’t think you’d much care for blindness.”

Fits’ anxiety has become no secret to the wizard in the last few weeks. He’s never been more grateful to have such a confidant. Especially when a hail of somethings whizz right by, spraying around them like deadly rain, and he feels the warmth of Gale’s magic envelop them both in a shield. It’s like stepping into honeyed sunlight from a cool spring shadow. His skin prickles. He can feel it even after they’ve stepped apart. Gale’s magic always feels so different to his own.

“Will you two stop flirting for one gods-damned minute and do something useful?!”

Fits winces at Astarion’s tone. Usually, the elf takes great delight in watching the two of them dance awkwardly around each other. Apparently his patience only stretches so far on long days. Fits shakes the moment off, refusing to imagine a lovely blush on Gale’s cheeks when he hears the man cough pointedly. It’s difficult to focus with nothing to visually keep his attention, but he figures they should probably start helping.

“I don’t suppose you could be my seeing-eye wizard until this spell wears off?” he asks lightly, amazed at the recovery of his confidence.

“It would be my absolute pleasure,” Gale replies.

Fits can hear the curved edges of his smile. When they clasp hands, it feels as if for the first time – every ridge and dip of Gale’s palm is treasured new information. He catalogues the placement of each ring on the man’s fingers, evaluates the silver clang of them against his own single allowance of metal: his mother’s ring. Their hands sway as Gale swoops down momentarily with a soft grunt – his knees often protest such actions – and then he returns the precious weight of Fits’ staff to his free hand. With that the last of his anxiety pools to dull thunder in the back of his head, and they get to work.

When the last bandit collapses to the ground a short time later, Karlach’s triumphant call for dinner is echoed back by all. They trudge back to camp, tired but enthusiastic. Astarion asks if there’s any of that half-decent wine still left. Usually this leads to a quick but snarky conversation between him and Gale. ‘If you took any interest in maintaining the camp supplies, you’d know the answer to that.’ ‘But you do such a fine job of it darling, I’d simply mess it up if I tried to help.’ ‘That sounds awfully familiar to your arguments against chopping firewood and washing dishes.’ ‘But true nonetheless.’ They say no such things tonight. Gale’s thumb brushes Fits’ and he tells Astarion in a distracted voice that yes there might be some left, certainly, he’d have a look.

They find a comfortable alignment on the path back, Fits trusting the wizard to guide him. Each time the party changes direction or pauses to scout, Gale murmurs a soft instruction. It’s an experience that would have been terrifying for him at most other times in his life. He’s never completely given himself over to the care of someone else, let alone someone he’s known so short a time. But Gale is different. They’ve been friends from the moment Fits pulled him out of that portal. And now…well, Gale warns him about rocks in the path and at one point helps him climb a fallen log. The sensation of straddling the tree with Gale’s voice so close in his ear – “That’s it, up you go, just like that –” does things to his insides that are better left for late night contemplation.

Eventually his vision returns, the comforting greens of nature a welcome sight, Lae’zel’s torchlight too bright for his sensitive eye - the one that hasn't been gouged out by an ice pick. Yet for all his relief he somehow feels a pang of loss, like the unravelling of a well-kept secret between two people. So as his eyes readjust Fits says nothing, enjoying the feel of Gale’s fingers jostling his in their loose grip, walking along in silence. If Gale notices at some point the druid’s steps become more confident, his pace not at all like that of a man still blinded…well. He doesn’t say anything, and they don’t stop holding hands the whole way back to camp.

#bg3 oc #baldurs gate 3 #gale baldurs gate 3 #my tav #tav bg3 #bg3 fanfiction #gale of waterdeep #gale x tav #gale dekarios

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foreverrandomwritings · 10 months

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M, my love, for the bored and anxious asks! 🥰😘

2. Do you read/reread your own fics?

6. Are there any fics from others you reread all the time?

21. Have you ever deleted an entire scene after spending hours laboring over it? If so, why?

25. Have you ever upset yourself with your own writing?

29. Share a bit from a fic you’ll never post OR from a scene that was cut from an already posted fic. (If you don’t have either, just share a random fic idea you have that you don’t plan on getting to.)

Here’s some Monica for tax! ❤️

Hello my darling!! That Monica tax🥵🥵

Ask Game

2.I do occasionally read/reread my own fics. I have an absolutely awful memory and sometimes will 100% forgot what I wrote. So when I see someone like or reblog something that I posted a while ago I’ll go back and read it. Also some of my fics soothe an ache in my soul and I enjoy rereading them.

6.Uhm so my fic reading hasn’t been very high lately. (It’s not allowing me to link any of the fics)

But I do enjoy rereading Wipeout which is by this astoundingly awesometastic author👀 @wkndwlff

I also enjoy rereading some of @chvoswxtch work. She’s an absolute doll and her writing for Frank and Matt is absolutely brilliant.

And Can I Help You, Lieutenant by @sylviebell she’s the best Phoenix writer on this site.

Also some fics from @bookshelf-dust she does amazing work for all the Stranger Things boys but especially Billy and Gareth. I never read any Gareth fic before reading hers and I absolutely fell in love with the way she wrote him.

21.I originally had a complete angsty Fanboy Oneshot I was working on and completely scrapped it. I just didn’t really feel like it was right at the time. I still think about it all the time and have thought about possibly writing it in the future.

25.That’s a really good question… I’m not entirely sure. I think for Loneliness which is one of my Jake “Hangman” Seresin Oneshots. That one was really deep and kinda took a lot out of me as I was writing it.

I’m also upset with the way I’m stringing out Mute and Fanboy😂 I really do want them to be happy I swear.

I also have a new series Coast to Coast coming up that’s going to be really dark and that’s kind of upsetting me.

29.I have so many ideas for Twilight fanfic that I’m not sure I’ll ever get to which makes me so so so very sad.

#m hearts t #thank you for the ask t #ask game

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period-dramallama · 4 months

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Tagged by @theladyelizabeth gratias tibi agoooooo

1. How many works do you have on AO3?: Under my main pseud, 48. My darkfic pseud, 9.

3. What fandoms do you write for? A scattering of fandoms. I specialise in worldbuilding and rarepairs. My main pseud is for Tudor fiction. My other pseud is for darkfic or more explicit fic.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos? For main pseud:

C'est la (petite) vie c'est la (petite) mort

Love is a stranger who'll beckon you on

So you can sleep

love hid behind the shadows

The Pelican

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? i SHOULD. I don't always. I just feel... shy? awkward? i feel like a kid discussing their powerpoint. I reply if i have something to say. but i do thank people who leave comments on rarepair fics because i'm just so happy to meet another fellow shipper. And also heartfelt comments like people who survived horrible things and see themselves in the characters, I reply to those.

6. What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

So you can sleep. Reader-Y/N is left heartbroken and watchers of the movies know the man is on his way to becoming a serial killer. My other fics i would say are either bittersweet, or have a glimmer of hope, for the characters or their world.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Love is a stranger ends on a happy note, but with troubled times ahead (the death of Edward VI, the re-catholicisation of England, the illness of Don Carlos). C'est la petite vie has a depressing beginning but bounces its way chaotically to a happy ending.

8. Do you get hate on fics? I don't write for popular ships, so i guess i don't get enough hits to find haters. Like if you read a rarepair, 99% chance you searched for that ship. And i'm a zealous tagger of dark content! The bookmark of 2/5 tho... I'd have preferred a comment saying what they liked and didn't like (because i still got a kudos and a bookmark so what gives????)

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? I dooooooooooo. My darkfic pseud for E, my main pseud doesn't go higher than M. I find smut a challenge to write, so I use it as an inciting incident or to explore a state of mind or a need. (Grief, guilt, power, anger, love).

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? I have as a teenager on FFN.net. But I'm not a big crossover person. But i wrote a song Do You Wanna Be My Ally? To the tune of Do You Want To Build A Snowman?

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? There's no incentive to steal rarepair fic. It'll only get you attention from like... 4 people. and those 4 people have probably read the original ANYWAY.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? Alas, no.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? I'd be down for it, but I've never been asked.

14. What’s your all-time favourite ship? My first OTP was Lupin/Tonks. They're how i discovered the existence of fanfic. But my all-time OTP is Jane/Rochester. Other ships wax and wane, but my enthusiasm for those two is constant.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

I have unfinished WIPs on my teenage FFN.net account, because i didn't know what ending i wanted. But i usually write oneshots. I have a WIP for a gothic novel that has been on the backburner for like 6 years. But one day I hope it'll reveal itself to me.

16. What are your writing strengths? I've been told I write fear and panic well. Which is good. Also comedy. Almost always a little bit of that in there. Also readers enjoy the characters, so that too.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? Let's ask the reader who gave me 2 stars transitional scenes. starting and ending the scene. setting the scene. I'm not big on description and location. I'm a dialogue-heavy writer, so if the dialogue isn't working for you.... Godspeed, reader.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic? Nah, i just say what language the characters are speaking in. But some of my chapter titles are in different languages.

19. First fandom you wrote for? Harry Potter because i was a spotty kid with braces.

20. Favourite fic you’ve ever written? Usually the fic I'm writing at the time is my favourite. My longer fics like C'est la petite vie and Love is a stranger have a special place in my heart.

But I suppose the ultimate fanfic crown must go to Turn your back on the Hanging Tree, because it was a dusty old 80k word clumsy fanfic from my teen years that I cared about enough to rewrite as a 17k word oneshot. Murder, desire, women, scheming, BLOOD- all my favourite things.

Tagging @jurijurijurious @caesarflickermans @plvtarch @thefudge @natequarter @coryo @katniiss @astridbecks... i can't recall who else i know who writes fic.

#thanks for the tag!

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she-who-the-river-could-not-hold · 1 year

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Rambling March Updates

A little bit of a fun update for this month and moving forward, since I’ve been feeling a shift in how I approach my creative work (and well, everything else too) and I feel like organizing my thoughts somewhere. It’s technically the 2nd of March, but after a mini vacation post half-marathon, I definitely feel like it’s a valid bookend to semi start at. I’m in my usual “time to overhaul my life and plans” mood so it’s fitting for that as well, like a spring cleaning for the mind!

Writing Updates:

I’m about halfway through my celebration oneshot, which is a Bellarke AU based on the winning tropes from my survey that I ran during my follower celebration. So in a sense it’s a collaborative fic which is pretty fun! I’m liking it so far, though I do feel a bit rusty writing the Bellarke again after taking a bit of a break.

If you somehow missed my excessive reblogs, I finished my longest fic ever last month (hence another writing break)! It was for Stranger Things/Hellcheer (Eddie x Chrissy) and ended up clocking in at just under 80k words. Pretty astounding and I haven’t really processed how long it is. I feel like I need to reread it just to bask in the accomplishment and to also remember what I wrote lol.

Organizing the new month means updating my word count calendar, and with it I’ll probably spend some time reworking some outlining and WIP plans. I still like most of my WIPs that are unfinished, though one or two might get axed and abandoned. But the ones I want to finish deserve a polishing up and fixed outlines so I feel more confident getting back into them! And of course, organizing some new fic ideas I have and seeing if I can prep myself into making them shorter, easier projects for the main reason I’m about to share!

The biggest reason I want to spend time narrowing down my approach and what I want to write in terms of fanfic is that I’ve finally confirmed to myself that I want to write my own original novel. The idea started bouncing around in my head and I tried to ignore. Thought about it a little longer, told my husband about it, and he enthusiastically insisted that I legitimately consider writing it. And now I can’t stop thinking about it, so I’m going to give it a go! I can’t let myself think about any goals beyond writing it, but I am excited to see how that goal can fit and how I can push myself with it and hopefully actually write it.

Design/Visual Creative Updates:

I do want to eventually finish my Stranger Things episode gif sets. I find them incredibly relaxing to make and a nice little visual stimulation break!

More episode posters such as this one are also something on the back burner. Mainly because I’m also considering expanding my efforts in an online shop and I think it would be cool to include them! A part of that is organizing the categories of work I want to do, as well as the very tedious element of figuring out a name for the shop so that I feel comfortable sharing it across platforms. Hopefully updates on that will come down the line by the summer!

In non-fandom thoughts, I desperately need to update my graphic design portfolio and take new headshots. It’s driving me bananas at how much I’ve stalled on that so that needs to be a priority

I’m determined to learn how to book bind this year and turn my own fics into physical copies (also a nice tie in for my own potential novel). We’ll see how that goes––it’ll be added to my long list of physical creative projects I want to get into this year!

I’ve negotiated my current contract to being a four day work week, so I’m excited to see my schedule start to form in a way that I can maximize my time and work on more personal projects!

However all of this comes on the back of that my husband and I are officially looking to move to a new state and city! Which means there’s a buzzing amount of stress just consistently in my mind right now, which will most definitely multiple over time as we actually have to complete the process. That means I’ll probably put a lot of this all on pause later this month and into April, but I also think that moving to a bit of a slower paced lifestyle is also going to be really good for both of our goals moving forward. Very exciting and very scary at the same time as we look to start a new chapter in our lives!

Onward to updating Notion and hopefully getting some good work in today! Happy almost spring!

#kathryn chats

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convenientalias · 7 months

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fic stats meme

I was tagged by @seamayweed apparently???? Thanks seamayweed!

rules: give us the links to your fic with the most hits, second most kudos, third most comments, fourth most bookmarks, fifth most words, and fic with the least words.

Most hits: Villainesses Must Stick Together, a My Next Life As a Villainess fic shipping Katerina Claes/Original Katerina Claes. I'm shocked?? I can't believe its 1) a oneshot, so no multichapter advantage, and 2) a Yuletide fic I wrote for a fandom that is still Yuletide eligible. Also, femslash self-cest. Theory: It may be winning bc I posted it very shortly before this webnovel got an anime adaptation and therefore is the fifth fic ever posted for the fandom. Anyway, I'm still fond of this fic so it's kind of nice if weird to find this out.

Second most kudos: Steak, Cabernet, and the Blindingly Obvious, a Nick/Gatsby fic. Much more predictable to me, my Gatsby fluff/crack all benefits from the assigned reading crowd lols.

Third most comments: Like having fangs is something to regret, my MCTNA OT3 werewolf fic. My top 4 in this category are all multichapter, no surprise there. I remember I was pleasantly surprised by the number of comments I got on MCTNA fics--y'all are so nice and encouraging. This fic was really fun to write, partly bc of that and partly bc werewolves and BangSeonHwi, how could it not be fun.

Fourth most bookmarks: See second most kudos.

Fifth most words: Temptations of trouble on my tongue, a NIF Prince Yu/Mei Changsu fic with vampire!MCS. I'm a bit surprised I've written four fics longer than it (two for MCTNA in 2021, what a year). Anyway this one wasn't really meant to be this long, but I say that for all my longfics. I wrote it partly for Halloween and partly bc I truly believe Prince Yu would be a vampirefucker.

Least words: A tie between two drabbles, without the shell and steve is not a responsible enough adult for this (or is he?). The first is for Mulan, mostly introspective. The second is for Stranger Things for an exchange and is crack. I think the second is marginally better (I'd gained a little more experience writing very short works by then). But I wish I could cheat and just show off all the 200 word fics I've written which I like a lot more. (Jk I will cheat, I always cheat!! Nine Orchid, After Arnes Hours, A Tianquan Murder, and riverside scene are all double drabbles. And if you read one of my drabbles and then you read one of them, you can really see the difference a hundred words can make. I really admire ppl who master the drabble proper. So fuckign hard.)

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reinabeestudio · 1 year

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Friends and Strangers

Weather got me worried as hell lately, so of course I wrote a oneshot involving rain. I'm a genius.

If it wasn't clear: yes, this is Wally Darling/Neighbor 🍎👑

Second time I use 'The Neighbor' as a nickname for my self-insert. I have an actual WH oc yet I use my sona anyway. I'm also very original.

The title is from a song by Dave Grusin. It's calm yet charming, it made me think of Wally ahaa;; Nice background music tho

Home can be described in many words: colorful, peaceful, lovely, heavenly. Confined

But one of the many peculiar things about the quaint little piece of Heaven was its weather. More often than not it was equable. Neither very hot nor very cold. Always clement. Perfect

Yet the Neighbor had never seen the Sun. The sky shone blue and clear, but the star was nowhere to be seen. The Moon was the same as well: a sparkling night sky with moonlight coming from somewhere. Sometimes days just felt like someone turned off the lights in the neighborhood for a few hours before turning them back on.

However, today was different. The overcast cried over Home and created a maudlin, bleak mood. Time seemed to pass as slow as molasses.

Wally Darling did not like rain.

Rarely did the little artist find something that he did not like, though rain was one of them. Because it was such a rare phenomenon that everytime it happened, the rain caught him unaware and ruined his striking blue hair. He took great pride in his appearance.

There he was now, inside Home, changed into a new outfit after taking a nice bath to forget the unpleasant surprise, this ugly weather—and most importantly, his hair styled back into his perfect pompadour. He couldn't let the others see him with his hair down, he looked horrible!

His self-care session was cut short by the sound of someone frantically knocking on his door.

“I wonder who it could be...” he pondered out loud. His huge building friend, Home, simply jiggled its doorknob. Of course it knew who it was and it would not tell him. Hurry up is all it told him.

Admittedly curious, he left the bathroom and made his way to the door. His eyes widened at the sight of the surprise visitor.

The Neighbor.

There she was, on his doorstep with an umbrella in hand. As always she wore that red dress as beautiful as an apple. And of course, that golden heart-shaped brooch, exposed to everyone. Silly. His was under the soles of his feet.

He would be elated with the visit if it wasn't for the nervous expression on her face... Did something happen?

“H-Hey. Sorry for coming over unannounced. I just thought we could, ah, hang out?” she gripped the handle of the umbrella stronger. “But I understand if this was too sudden. I'll just- I'll just leave, sorry. See y-”

“Wait, Neighbor. You can come, it's alright.” I could never deny you.

“Thanks,” she said before she hastened inside. He noticed how she glanced at the dark clouds before he closed the door.

The Neighbor looked up at the ceiling. “Hi, Home. Sorry for messing your floor with my umbrella.”

The floor under her creaked, raising and deflating like a breath. Wally laughed in his unique monotonous laughter before he took the dripping umbrella and hung it on the wall coat rack next to his yellow raincoat.

“What do I owe the pleasure, friend?”

“Well... today is so gloomy, right? It was boring by myself so I thought, let's visit my good pal Wally. I'm sure he will know what to do!”

Wally tilted his head. “Were you feeling lonely, Neighbor? And you came to your best friend to help.”

She didn't answer, but her eyes looking away was louder than words.

“Ha. Ha. Ha. It's alright. I like your idea! We can have fun.”

The Neighbor gifted him a little smile, causing a tightness in his chest. There it was again. That foreign feeling. He did not know what it was but it wasn't unpleasant thus he paid no mind. However, the rumbling sound of thunder stole that gift from him and replaced it with the saddening sight of his friend covering her ears with teary eyes.

Ah, so that was what was really going on.

The Neighbor wasn't here to kill time. She wanted comfort.

And she came for him to get it. What a touching realization, if it wasn't for the upset lady in front of him.

Wally approached her and started rubbing her back as he escorted her from the door to the colorful couch, both of them sitting down.

“It's alright, friend. We are safe here. Home protects us.”

The building creaked as if to support the statement. The Neighbor laughed mirthlessly.

“Thanks, Wally. And Home.”

Another thunder made her jump from her spot and cover her ears again. It was heart-breaking to see his beloved friend so distressed. There had to be some way to make her forget about the rain, or at least distract her from it... The rhythm of the droplets of water hammering against the windows gave him an idea.

“Stay here, friend,” he said as he got up. But he was stopped by her hand around his wrist. Aaaah....

“Don't leave me alone. Please.”

Golly, he was going to drop dead at this point. “I'm just going to get something and I'll be right back. Alright?”

“.... Alright.”

The Neighbor released his wrist, and he missed the warmth as he went to take his leave.

Wally heard Home doing its best to strike up a conversation with their guest. Home was not easy to understand. The artist himself had trouble deciphering the meaning behind the house's many onomatopoeias. But he adored Home thus he tried. And he could hear the Neighbor trying to understand it, which must mean she cared too, right?

She liked Home. She liked the other neighbors. She liked him. And she will n̸e̵̡v̨̀͢e͠ŕ abandon Home.

Ah, there it was!

He picked up the small radio next to his art supplies and made his way back to his important person. His chest tightened once more when his friend's face lit up at the sight of him.

He moved the side table closer to the couch, away from its usual spot next to his favorite chair, and set the radio on top of it.

“A radio? What for?” she asked, tilting her head in his direction with curiosity.

“Who doesn't like some music from time to time, yes?” Wally's eyes squinted mirthfully. “Moreover, a little bird told me you like music.”

Rather a large, green caterpillar. Howdy Pillar mentioned it in passing as he gave Wally his usual. At some point she visited his shop and asked if he had some kind of Cee-Dee player (what is a Cee-Dee?), alas he did not. This seemingly innocuous comment informed Wally of something important: she was longing for her previous world. No, he couldn't have the new friend miss that place nor even think about it. This was her Home, after all.

Even then, it was not a secret that she enjoyed music. She often hummed to herself, or sometimes she even sang along if she knew the lyrics. She loved music, and he loved her music.

The Neighbor twisted the dial on, an old song coming out from the machine. Wally sat down next to her as more thunder rumbled outside. The Neighbor hugged him close like a pillow. Or a puppet.

He was taken completely off-guard yet he didn't reject it. When his other friends hugged him, he gladly accepted it with a smile. But this time, he didn't just take it. For once, he lifted his shaking arms and slowly put them around his friend, a hand rubbing her back again. He even dared to indulge a bit and pressed his face into the crook of her neck as her breathing slowed down. This was working, that's good.

There were no words between them for several minutes, the only sounds amongst them were the rain and the radio playing its old songs. And he didn't move an inch, listening to her heartbeat as if it was the most interesting thing int the world.

The comfortable silence was interrupted by her stirring. With her arms still around him, she looked down at him with a soft smile. Golly, were her eyes pretty.

“Wally?”

“Yes, friend?”

“Thank you. For this. I mean it.”

“Ha. Ha. Ha. Don't mention it. That's what friend are for.”

The Neighbor cupped the artist's fuzzy cheeks and planted a soft kiss on them (careful to not flatten his pompadour).

“I'm glad you're my friend, then.”

His dilated pupils looked back up at her with his endless smile growing on his face, his chest burning but he did not care. His most important and beloved person.

“Of course. I'm your best friend. Always.”

#self insert #welcome home #wally darling #my writing #dw it's very tame 👍 writing gentle stuff is my specialty after all(?)#indulged a bit bc I've been very stressed (´-`) rain terrifies me... i miss when it didn't do so. sigh

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secretswiftymarvelfan · 1 year

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I would love to hear some director's commentary, but I'm indecisive lol

So I would love to hear some of your thoughts to either Demigod from Asgard, Memory Served or Paradise Island (because those are some of my favorites of yours) 🤗

Haha well there is absolutely no limit at all on the amount of questions you can ask! Us writers absolutely love talking about our work so no question is too small! It would fill us with so much joy to see our ask boxes full of questions after we post a new fic! (As long as they aren’t mean questions ofc)

Since you haven’t asked for commentary on a specific scene etc i’m gonna tell you how this these fics came to life and where I got my ideas for them! But let me know if you have any more specific questions!

The Demigod From Asgard is to date the oldest WIP I ever had. I first got the idea back in late 2016 (funnily enough while having a shower 😂) and the basis was that Steve and Thor have this massive thing in common of learning about the 21st Century world and it is barely explored in the MCU and it could have created a brilliant friendship between the two of them (i mean look at the chemistry between the two Chris’!) I understood why it wasn’t explored because Thor is off planet a lot but it just made me wonder what it would be like if there was a female version of Thor that stayed on the planet and thus our reader was born! I had written Canon compliant oneshots before but never interlinked l them and I loved the challenge of filling in the gaps between the movies and showing exactly how all the characters develop between each movie. I wrote and planned a lot of it as I could from where the MCU was at that point however I ended up abandoning it because the prospect of it was so daunting, I still continued to day dream about it though and even using elements of the characters and plot points in other oneshots. Fast forward to my final year at university (2020/21) due to the population of my university town being predominantly elderly people we had extremely strict rules for COVID and basically weren’t allowed to socialise outside of our flats, and because I was living with a bunch of strangers and all my lectures were online that year at University was extremely lonely and I was basically alone in my bedroom 24/7. So to pass time I re-watched MCU movies and daydreamed more and more about my DFA story and felt much less lonely dreaming about this group and so with all this time on my hands I started re-working and re-writing my original draft (which was pure 2012-2014 MCU fanfic with thor eating poptarts and clint in the walls 😂😂), even now there’s parts i think I could improve on, Its a fic I could forever work on and re-write just because the sheer length of it means my writing skills have improved over the course of writing it and it would be like one continuous loop 😂 Whoa that was long but I promise the next two won’t be 😂😂.

Memory served first came about halloween 2021 after I saw a programme on gogglebox about a woman who fell down the stairs and loses her memory of the past year and basically has to put pieces of her life back together and her family are all a little suspicious. I thought the amnesia trope was really interesting and wondered what it could be like if you lost ALL of your memories and how someone could manipulate you into living a life they’ve created and though damn that would be a great halloween mini series! So i started working and planning it for halloween 2022! It was such a difficult fic to plan and write because of the thriller and mystery elements, trying to foreshadow things but not make it obvious, throwing in red herrings to throw people off! So so difficult so I’m very proud of that miniseries!

Island paradise is from my 2.5k followers challenge (which is forever open so if you wanna get involved you can!) it was requested by the wonderful @sweater-daddiesdumbdork (who also wrote an amazing Mob!Ari for the challenge) and it was so much fun to write! I literally could not stop laughing as I wrote 😂 I was mid Glass Onion obsession so I couldn’t help throw references and I got to take a shot at Elon Musk and influencers in it which I loved 😂😂😂

Ask me for some directors commentary!

#niamhanswers #directors cut

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berrymoos · 2 years

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✧—last updated 4/14/24

ʚ berry’s patch! ɞ

♫ — ❝ days fade into a watercolor blur; memories swim and haunt you – but look into the lake, shimmering like smoke ... rises the moon ❞

ꗃ﹏ 🥯：before we belay!

DNI:

anti-LGBTQ+, racist, kink, anti-agere, pro-sh, pro-ed, thinspo, proship / proship positive (in/est or adult x minor), blank blogs (no bio or pfp), child-UNSAFE blogs, discourse blogs .. (wip)

sign-off anons:

🦊 / 🕷 / 🌱 / 📎 / 🦅 / .. (wip)

ꗃ﹏ 🥞：about me!

name: basil or berry will do! i don't lean too heavily toward either

age: 17. i'm not sensitive to dirty / suggestive jokes (given one of my main fanbases r tv-14), but i'm still minor & this is still a sfw fandom agere blog!! tread lightly ;-]

pronouns: any!! like my names i'm not picky - neos count as well!! i'm particularly fond of fae/faer ,, so so pretty

main blog: @broomiies (if moots somehow find me, heyo!!). my main isnt agere-related (but agere blogs are welcome to interact), ive got some suggestive jokes reblogged / liked, & i swear a whole bunch, but that's about it. ofc i'll keep the swearing at a minimal here <3

clarification: you're very welcome to interact if you enjoy horror or other darker media of that sort – i do too (as u can see by my fandoms ejendjn)! i'm squicked out by topics like in/est & adult x minor, so like. please don't interact if u enjoy those topics lmao 👍🏾 also, just because i enjoy controversial media does not mean i condone what the creator(s) have done! liking the art ≠ liking the artist.

✎ ﹏ 🥙：creative corner!

🧸 CREATIONS INCLUDE:

fics (blurbs, minifics, oneshots...)

concepts (rambling about ideas)

headcanons

moodboards

stimboards

☁️ CURRENTLY CREATING FOR:

hazbin hotel

moon knight

ninjago ;; s1-14

spiderverse

🧸 IN THE ROSTER (DO NOT REQUEST):

attack on titan

boku no hero academia (s1-s5 ;; seen manga spoilers)

bungo stray dogs (s1-s3)

demon slayer

pokemon!! (agere + pkmn aus are a different story :winky face:)

the owl house

☁️ FIC REQUESTS: open!

🧸 HEADCANON REQUESTS: open!

☁️ ASKBOX: open! (♡´▽`♡)

🧸 ACTIVE ASK GAMES: 🫧 / 🫧

☁️ EXTRA: if you've read this far, like the post! just makin sure you've read it ✧(｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

✯ ﹏ 🥧：stars of the show!

📖 agere ao3: tinychai

🌙 moon knight: (3/3)

🫂 marc needs a hug (and steven is there to fulfill) ▬ oneshot. 1.4k words; canon compliant, hurt/comfort — WOOO OKAY, this is my favorite fic EVER out of p much everything i've written!! genuinely i think it's my best & i wrote it after being punched in the gut with the writer's block / imposter syndrome combo </3 seriously i owe it to moon knight for dragging my out of that dump

(canon-typical violence & language in the beginning)

🎨 paint splatters ▬ oneshot. 0.3k words; domestic fluff — plot bunny moment?!? eeyup, & a cute one at that

🚀 my heart and the earth share the same rule ▬ ongoing. 1.1k words; minific collection — in which i write a fic in exactly 3 paragraphs!

🥛 ꒰・꒱ 🍪 ꒰・꒱ 🥛 ꒰・꒱ 🍪 ꒰・꒱ 🥛

🦉 the owl house: (1/2)

💛 squish ▬ oneshot. 0.4k words; domestic fluff — another plot bunny >:-] luz makes an appearance at the very end too

🥛 ꒰・꒱ 🍪 ꒰・꒱ 🥛 ꒰・꒱ 🍪 ꒰・꒱ 🥛

🕰 stranger things: (1/1)

🖍️ a picture, a stuffie, and maybe a paci ▬ oneshot. 0.5k words; mild hurt/comfort — baby jonny / bubba will against the world, ohhhh my goodness gracious !! love these two so much

🥛 ꒰・꒱ 🍪 ꒰・꒱ 🥛 ꒰・꒱ 🍪 ꒰・꒱ 🥛

🎭 total drama: (1/24)

🤝 interlocking pinkies ▬ oneshot. 0.2k words; short fluff — i dont actively write for total drama anymore, HOWEVER i will always remember my origins fondly <33 this took so much courage to post bc the TD fanbase is .. kinda mean sjskfjwkdkw BUT ANYWAYS! teeny ale / cg noah is definitely a duo!! <33

#pinned post #introductory post #agere intro #fandom agere #sfw agere #NEW & IMPROVED INTRO POST COMIN AT YOU HOT #this literally took forever im never doing this again #pls pls like this post i need to know if u read thro this entire thing omg 🙏🏾

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lucientelrunya · 2 years

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WIP Tag Game

I was tagged by @s1utspeare, thank you so much for always thinking of me, that always makes my day 🥺.

rules: 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! and then tag as many people as you have wips.

Okay, all my WIPs are in google docs and most of them have a separate doc for all the notes and the snippets I cut out (and the big ones like Lonely House and Sound of war have a third doc for everything that has been posted because they don't load smoothly on my phone when they get too big), I don't think I'm going to add those. I also added the fandom at the beginning, so I don't get confused ^^°°° Because: Everything has at least a working title, mostly lines from songs that I like and I tend to change them frequently, always searching for the perfect title.

TLT - Sound of War - The Crystal Menace & Promise in the Dark: My Mecha AU and what I am currently writing for the most. It's going to have a second part, but since I tend to write everything in one doc and just cut out the things that have been posted and that are done, it's just one doc for both parts.

TLT - Love is like ghosts: A M9-era fuba short story (hopefully oneshot) where Ba Ye gets cursed/poisoned and Fo Ye and Rishan have to make a deal with a very strange man to get the antidote/anti-curse(?).

TLT - Underneath it all, we're just savages (hidden behind shirts, ties and marriages): Another M9-era fuba short story with Rishan-whump, a mysterious tomb and Fo Ye and Ba Ye being under the influence of said tomb.

TLT - Fofuba Smut Oneshots: Even though there are different scenarios with Fo Ye/Rishan, Ba Ye/Rishan and Fo Ye/Ba Ye/Rishan, and all of them are in progress, they don't get separate docs. I am very, very slow when writing smut...

TLT - There's an old familiar silence: And another M9 story with Fo Ye, Ba Ye & Rishan trying to find an antidote for a poisoned Yin Xinyue in another mysterious tomb. Of course with Rishan-whump and eventual fuba at the end. I am so predictable and boring XD

TLT - All the King's horses: The only thing that's not fuba. This is a Hei Xiazi/Zhang Rishan Immortal AU where they are both very, very old and have been together for a thousand years or so until Xiazi gets cursed so Rishan forgets him again and again. I don't know if I'm ever actually going to write that one, maybe it'll go away if I just ignore it long enough?

TLT - Fragile and composed: This is my 'ohhh now I want to write a story where Fo Ye & Rishan get kidnapped and tortured, too!'-story. Very, very dark.

TLT - You got my heart on it's knees: Yet another M9 era oneshot for Valashu's prompt about sad and pouty Rishan where Ba Ye is mean to him and he gets very sad and pouty.

ST - Until my darkness goes: Stranger Things and Harringrove, I started this one in 2019 after watching season 2, so it's of course canon-divergent, featuring powers!Billy, enemies to friends to lovers and the whole gang. I don't know if I'll ever finish it, because I haven't really worked on it since september 2019...

ST - It's always darkest before the dawn: Another Stranger Things Harringrove story, very very dark Billy-whump. Just like the other Stranger Things one I haven't touched it since 2019...

O - Dark Reign: Original Story about a Vampire and a Werewolf who fall in love with each other and get caught up in a big war to save the world from demons and total destruction. Rewrite of an old story I wrote with a friend and I haven't really worked on it for quite a while... I don't think I know 11 people... Let me see, maybe, @gaiahenshin, @elletromil, @daydreamorama, @lacommunarde, @kholran. (Is it okay to tag you? Please tell me if it's not okay!) And everyone who reads this and wants to talk about their WIP, please feel tagged!

#tag game

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helloheyhihowdyheya · 10 months

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Writer Q&A Tag

Thank you @reidslovely for the tag! Anyone who wants to join can <3

How many complete fics/oneshots do you have (that you have not published (yet))? I think zero!

How many WIPS do you have right now? Two. Including this long enemies to lovers with Peter that's kicking my butt lol

Do you take writing requests or write original ideas, or both? Mostly original ideas, but I'm not opposed to the occasional request!

How many fandoms do you write for? Three (Marvel, Stranger Things, and Top Gun: Maverick)

Are there any fandoms you wrote for in the past, that you no longer write for? Not yet!

Do you write for ships, reader inserts, or other? Reader inserts

Niche fandoms/characters you write for? Lol Druig feels niche at this point. I've been wanting to write for Raymond Smith from The Gentlemen, which also feels a bit niche now

Do you read fics as well as write them? Yes. They inspired me to write in the first place!

What is your favorite genre (angst/fluff/whump/etc) to write for? Fluff maybe? I want to get better at angst though

What is your favorite trope (to read and/or write)? I'm a sucker for a good friends to lovers fic

What do you do to get motivated to write? Nothing. I wait for the motivation gods to bless me

Is there a trope/genre you like to read, but not write? Smut haha

Any characters/fandoms you want to write for that are never requested? Maybe The Gentlemen? Or Steve Harrington

How long have you been writing fanfiction? Just over a year now! (Thanks all)

Did you read fanfiction before you started writing? Lol well before. Started reading ten years ago

Do you only post on tumblr, or other sites as well? (feel free to promote). Just Tumblr

What do you personally consider the word counts of "drabbles", "oneshots" and "fics" (+other?)? I don't. I type and hope for the best

Which do you prefer to write more? Headcanons, Drabbles, Oneshots/Fics, Multi-Chapter Stories, or other? I enjoyed the long (20k words) fics I wrote but don't have the energy for them at the moment :/

Are there any stories you have discontinued? If so, why? It's not discontinued, but I've tried writing part 3 of Misattribution of Arousal and haven't gotten far. I don't know enough about frat boys lol

What is one of your main "pet-peeves" as a writer on tumblr? Reader inserts that aren't inclusive!! Please let me know if I write anything that feels exclusive to you as the reader

Do you write at a particular time of day? At night mostly. I think the deadline of having to go to bed motivates me

Do you listen to music, ambiance/noise, etc. to write, or do you need silence? I need music of some sort. Some random playlists on YT work

Do you outline your fics at all before writing? If they're long, then yes. If they're easy one shots, I just write until a story really develops

Do you post your writing as soon as you finish it, or do you schedule it to come out at a specific time/day? I try to schedule in the evenings on weekends -- prime time baby

#tag game

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