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blackberrysummerblog · 1 year

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Six Sentence Sunday

Thank you for the tags, @captain-aralias, @letraspal and @palimpsessed! Thanks as well to @aristocratic-otter and @ileadacharmedlife for the tags on WIP Wednesday. I’ve been totally exhausted from work lately, and I’m just finishing up my fic for Erotic Grope Fest, so I’m going to share an excerpt from my AU where Baz and Simon were married by the Crucible. (I really need to get a working title or something so I stop describing it every time yikes 😬)

This scene has yet more Fiona! I had some fun writing a conversation between Baz and his aunt that happened after she froze Simon’s face, but this takes place after that, when Fiona finds Simon and attempts a heart-to-heart with all the warmth you’d expect, lol.

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I’m playing Legend of Zelda with Mordelia when the game room door slams open to reveal Baz’s mad aunt standing there like she’s spoiling for a fight. Great. Granted, I was ready to murder her after she spelled my hands over my mouth an hour ago, but I no longer feel like getting into it. “What’s the matter, Fiona, lose track of your latest one-night stand? He didn’t run through here.” All right, I feel a little like getting into it.

The corner of Fiona’s mouth lifts slightly, but the overall effect is of distaste. “What’s a one-night stand?” Mordelia demands, and Fiona cackles at my mortified expression.

“Something the Chosen One knows precious little about,” Fiona says, plopping down on the end of the couch.

“That’s not a bad thing!”

She lifts an eyebrow at me; Christ, she’s Baz all over. “Mordelia, Vera just took a fresh batch of cupcakes from the oven,” Fiona says, and I’m already standing when she points a finger down toward the cushions. “Not you, Golden Boy. Park it.” She catches Mordelia’s controller as it’s tossed in the air.

“I’d have liked a snack too,” I mutter sourly once the door’s closed. “You could at least bring me one if you’ve got plans to kill me—let me have one last meal and all.”

Fiona rolls her eyes. “Jesus,” she snarls, reminding me that Baz once told me she thinks it’s punk to swear like a Normal. He really isn’t intimidated by her at all. It makes me wonder if she’s all bark and no bite. “Do you just burn all that food into the magical ethos, Snow? At your age it shouldn’t just be evaporating off your bones anymore.” She squints at me. “Although…you do look a bit rounder round the edges than you were when you got here.”

“Thanks.” I glare as she brings an unlit cigarette to her lips. “Don’t smoke that in here.” Of course she fucking does, though. She snaps her fingers at the end and lights the cigarette without breaking eye contact with me.

“What are your intentions with my nephew, Snow?”

You’ve got to be kidding me—she can’t be serious. “What?” When she only stares, I wave my hands, palms up. “I’m married to him!”

“You know damned well what I mean. Are you gathering reconnaissance on Basilton for your cut-rate Robin Hood mentor?”

“Reconnaissance…”

“It means to—”

“—I know what it means!” We scowl at each other for a solid ten seconds, then I drop one hand to the game controller in my lap, fiddling with the buttons while my other hand tugs at my hair. “I mean, what would there even be to report? Baz’s not running a human sacrifice ring. Not one that I’ve seen yet, at any rate.”

Fiona blows smoke in my face. “Would you stand by him if he were?”

She’s ridiculous. I flap a hand through the putrid cloud and scowl at her. “I’m not up to anything underhanded, Fiona. Merlin. This place is stocked to the rafters with forbidden books and artifacts; I’ve not said a word about it because it isn’t my business. You lot seem more concerned with keeping up the appearance of punk goth darkness than in getting on with anything actually sinister, anyway. Oooh, you’re so scary, like the Addams Family.”

I swear she tries to bite back a laugh. I wave at her smoke again and Fiona sighs and points her wand up. “Clear the air!” It’s like the air in my lungs just got ten times lighter, somehow. I feel clean, refreshed, and the smell of Fiona’s gross cigarette is gone, although the smoke is still visible above her head. “How do you feel about my nephew, Chosen One?”

I’m in love with him, I almost say, but I catch myself just in time. Did that spell do something besides clean up Fiona’s noxious fumes? “I care about him. A lot.” I flip the game controller over in my hands, watching as Fiona turns away and looks at the tv, resuming play on the game. Cautiously, I shift around and do the same. “I won’t do anything to hurt him, Fiona. And that includes hurting his family. Even you.”

She does smile then, although it’s with only one side of her mouth. She doesn’t look at me, just the screen. “You know about what happened to Basil when he was five. What he…is.”

I lick my lips. “He’s my husband. That’s what he is. I lo—” Fuck. I grimace when Fiona swivels back around to hold me in her gaze. “Fine.” I shrug. I’ve faced worse than this. “I love him. Go ahead and laugh at me, or don’t believe me, I don’t really care. I just…do, though.”

Her eyebrows lower; like Baz, almost all of her facial expression takes place on her forehead. Fiona chews at the inside of her cheek for a moment and then turns back to the game. “Have you told him that?” I shake my head. “Why not?”

“I don’t know.” I watch her from the side of my eye. “D’you think he’d want to hear it?”

It must be more frankness than she was expecting, spell or no, because her face creases up. “I think it’s better not to hide your hand too long, Chosen One. I won’t have you playing with him.”

“Yeah, been right clear on that, you have.” I keep my sight focused straight ahead as Fiona turns to see if I’ve said what she thinks I’ve said, and then she gives a short bark of laughter.

“Watch it, Golden Boy,” she says, stabbing the burnt stub of her cigarette in my direction before turning back to the game.

Sorry if I’m tagging anyone who’s already posted! @rwithoutaspoon @cutestkilla @thewholelemon @aroace-genderfluid-sheep @aceumbrellaheroes @onepintobean @confused-bi-queer @facewithoutheart @hushed-chorus @sillyunicorn @basiltonbutliketheherb @ileadacharmedlife @asocialpessimist @bookish-bogwitch @aristocratic-otter @takenabackbytuesdays @martsonmars @nightimedreamersghost @ionlydrinkhotwater @shrek-gogurt @fatalfangirl @raenestee @artsyunderstudy @ninemagicks @larkral

#six sentence sunday #wip #snowbaz #simon snow #baz pitch #simon snow series #crucible marriage au #crucible au

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scorchieart · 10 months

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Hello! For the fic reader ask game: B7, B9, C3, C10, D9, D10 ❤️

Hello there! Thank you for the ask, there are quite a few of them here O.O

B7: Which character is your favourite to read about? Why?

At the moment, Clavis Lelouch. He's such a malleable character with so much potential, and I love seeing how others interpret his actions and toss him into random situations.

B9: Who is your OTP?

🤷‍♀️ Idk buddy. Cosmo and Wanda, I guess?

C3: Is there anything that makes you nope out of a story? What is it?

So... my definition of "safe for work" is more conservative than the internet's, and many times throughout the years I've opened stories that I ended up not finishing for one or more reasons. My list of nope-ing out of a story is very long, so I'll just pick a few that come to mind:

Too many typos or grammatical errors. I do them all the time too! But if I can't understand what I'm reading, I can't continue.

Private/intimate scenes that make me feel like an awkward third wheel. It's like looking away from the TV when a yikes scene comes on.

Excessive foul language or vulgar behavior. Just no, expand your vocabulary, please.

Problematic relationships depicted in a good light. I know fandom is escapism, but I'd rather stick to reality.

If it's just one line, I could probably let it slide. But if it goes on for paragraphs and paragraphs I nope outta there. And I'm not shaming anyone for enjoying any of these, not by a long shot. They're just not meant for me.

C10: What book could you just never get into, no matter how hard you tried?

The Divergent series was pretty big when I was in middle school, but every time I started it someone in my class would look over my shoulder, see the chapter I'm reading, and say "Oh! Is this the part when [insert giant spoiler]!" I've grown more resistant to spoilers now, but it does still ruin the mood.

D9: Who do you discuss fandom-related things with most often?

These days, it's the tumblr moots ❤️

D10: What is one story idea you really want to read but no one has written yet?

Since I've been thinking about it a lot today and Cybird refuses to deliver, Bloodstained Rose Day. I have at least 5 wips on the subject, but I'm skeptical anyone else wants to read them, so I need to see at least one story posted to confirm I've got a kindred soul out there. (But nothing too gory, I'm a sensitive kindred soul)

Reader to reader, let's share some questions.

#fic reader meme #ask game

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lilyrizzy · 1 year

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hi i just wanted to let you know that i reread in that iron ground so many times, i always go back to that fic there is just something about it and you wrote it so beautifully im speechless that you're just out here writing these majestic pieces for all of us to read. may i ask, what other wips do you have in process if any? no need to answer if you don't want im not trying to pressure you or anything i just look forward to reading more from you one day (or not if you don't feel it) but yeah, amazing

thank you anon!!! I'M speechless when i get such lovely messages from people taking the time to read my writing and tell me they enjoyed it!<3 I'm glad it left an impact on you, I'd be lying if i said that wasn't the goal :)

as for wips, i do have one i've tagged as 'my own cloud' on my blog that is a little darker, but similar in that it deals with trauma aftermath and is the most likely to be written first (though probably not for a while). other than that, just fun little things i've been playing around with probably explained in my 'wip game' but i'm not sure will be written any time soon.

to be honest, i'm struggling with finding writing motivation, struggling with creativity, and also struggling with finding time to write. I'm about to start my thesis for my MSc so... yikes goodbye to all my free time lol but thank you so much for showing an interest in what i'm (not, sadly) writing

#thank you for your lovely words #you are so kind anon<3 #ask me things #lovely anon

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kaluxsims · 2 years

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I was tagged by @themeasureofasim and it took me like a week to do it. Oops! Life has been life-ing real hard at me lately.

Why did you choose your url?

Naming things is hard. I smashed my first and last name together, minus the “te” in the middle. I googled to make sure it wasn’t anything awful. I think I first used this name on Poshmark (Mercari?), but I think its origin was realizing that when you put my first initial and my last name together you get...well...it’s not good. Yikes.

How long have you been on tumblr?

This go-around, about a year. I used to be very active on tumblr way back though, in maybe 2009-2012. Remember tumblarity?

Do you have a queue tag?

A whatnow?

Why did you start your blog in the first place?

Stresssssss. I was dealing with all kinds of real-life stuff and just playing TS2 wasn’t enough of a distraction, so I got back into creating. I needed somewhere to share my stuff, so here we are. It helps so much!

Why did you choose your icon/pfp?

That’s Self Sim, wearing an awesome thing I wish I had the energy to wear. I own things that are kinda similar, but I’m too tired to get done up. Plus, I never go anywhere, because pandemic.

Why did you choose your header?

I don’t have one. The default one they gave me is fine. Gray is nice.

What’s your post with the most notes?

Gonna have to check. (Goes and checks.) Looks like it’s the EP11 jumpsuit for toddlers. It *just* squeaked past the EP11 shortalls conversions for PU and CU, by two notes.

How many mutuals do you have?

I have no idea, and I can’t find it anywhere? Maybe because this is technically a side blog? It’s gotta be at least like 30-50?

How many followers do you have?

560-ish? (It’s 572, after checking.)

How many people do you follow?

138 (as kalux-sims)

Have you ever made a shitpost?

I feel like all of my non-download, non-WIP, non-tutorial posts are shitposts. I’m talkative. And I’m bored a lot of the time.

How often do you use tumblr each day?

So much. Too much? Even more since I got my new phone.

Did you have a fight/argument with another blog once? Who won?

Isn’t that some Facebook shit? I tend to block people who argue with me. I don’t have energy for that.

How do you feel about ‘you need to reblog this’ posts?

Oppositional? It depends on what it is.

Do you like tag games?

Sure, though I panic slightly about who to tag. I wanna tag everyone.

Do you like ask games?

Depends on the topic. I feel like music ones reveal what an old queer man I am. Because...oh boy am I.

Which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous?

I’m gonna be starstruck forever that DeeDee and MDP both follow me, and tend to be among the first to like my new posts. I’m happy when anyone who I follow follows me back though. It’s like “Oh! Hey you! Thanks!”

Do you have a crush on a mutual?

Like a crush crush? I don’t know what any of them look like really...and I feel like I’m older than a lot of them. Plus, I have a partner.

I tag....hasn’t everyone else done this already? If you wanna do it, have at it. It was kinda fun.

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soyforramen · 2 years

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The estimable @satelliteinasupernova tagged me, (OOPs this was found in my drafts RIP) so here we go:

How many works do you have on AO3?

46, allegedly

What’s your total AO3 word count?

380,307, which apparently is 845 pages, single spaced. Yikes

How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

Riverdale, X-Men Evo/Movie verse, Harry Potter (RIP that fandom), Good Omens (1), Resident Evil (1)

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Someone Like You (360)

Five Little Words (344)

Can't Get You Off My Mind (287)

One More Song (267)

Crispers, Cats, and You (252)

The Fremione fans are coming through!

Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

I'm absolutely terrible about it because I have no idea what to say. The worst thing is I go back periodically and reread them when I'm in a slump, but it feels trite to just say thanks! for each one. And sometimes there’s just not anything to say 🤷‍♀️ (I love and read each and every one of them tho)

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

Idk about angstiest, but I do have a few horror endings. I guess that counts? Morning in America maybe, since it deals with Polly's issues and leads into S1 of Riverdale.

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

I write a lot of fluff, but I'm partial to Enough and It's My Party (I'll Cry If I Want) because those are more about finding self-acceptance and trying to figure out who you are.

Do you write crossovers? If so what is the craziest one you’ve written?

Nah, I don't have the ability to keep them from becoming crackish.

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Not that I really know of. That or I've completely forgotten it. I’ve gotten some really weird comments tho, where I just want to say, it’s fic. You’re thinking way too hard for a hobby.

Do you write smut? If so what kind?

Nah, not my bag of tricks.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

No idea.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

No.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Nope.

What’s your all time favorite ship?

Romy! I cannot get over these two idiots

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

My big huge fuckoff supernatural RD AU fic. (Yes that is it's document title; the legitimate title is Wolves at the Door.)

What’s your writing strengths?

Going off of the comments, apparently I'm able to put some humor into things.

What’s your writing weaknesses?

1. Actually writing. 2. SPAG

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

Eh, I'd rather not unless I either have a passing knowledge of it or it's just single words. (Ex. my gran always saying "Bras mon chou, y sas e tu", which is probably written wrong, but gotta love when her latent Cajun came out.)

What’s the first fandom you wrote for?

Gundam Wing. That was a crack fic when I was... in middle school? All I remember is it was a bunch of 'ads', sort of a sketch show in writing. One of the scenes was Relena on top of an alp going 'Hero Yuy' like those cough drop commercials. I remember nothing else from it.

What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

Crispers, Cats, and You. It's really what got me into writing fanfic. I wrote it at a time in my life that I needed something stable, and it was there for me after a long day. I honestly don't know if I'll ever get back to it, largely because JKR has ruined that particular franchise for me, and I hate that I can’t come back to any of my WIPs because of it.

#tag game #I’m so sorry 😭 I’m the worst at these

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mrsnazariowrites · 2 years

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A Perfect Disaster

Perfect Match, Damien x F!MC

Rating: PG-13, Word Count: ~1573

A/N: Hello, hello! After a long writing hiatus, I'm finally back w a finished fic! Can you believe this was sitting w/ my WIPs ever since PM 2 went live 😂 well I just now finished it, and I hope you enjoy it.

For more content, see my Masterlist! And if you’d like to be tagged in anything, let me know!

This is basically how Damien and my MC (kind of) met, and let's just say it's anything but smooth...

Maya rushed into the café, panting from having been running down the street since the raining had started. The universe had to be playing a joke on her today. Despite how often it had been raining lately, today had started off bright and sunny.

She'd foolishly seen that as a good thing and gone outside without taking her umbrella, only to be met with a sudden downpour minutes before she was to enter Starbucks. The plan was to make a quick coffee run and head further down the street, where she and her cousin were to meet with a Private Investigator.

A man frequenting Nadia's exhibits had crossed the line from enthusiastic fan into an obsessive stalker who'd thought that the best way to praise her was to send her explicit drawings of himself. Maya and Nadia had taken every step to try and stop this, but the police hadn't been able to come up with anything useful. This was their last resort.

Hopefully something would come of this meeting. At this point if Maya had to hear another rendition of 'no actual violence took place, so we can't investigate anything here', she was not above clocking this detective - this . . . Damien Nazario.

For the fourth time, she scanned the café for any sign of Nadia. Sighing, she pulled out her phone and messaged her cousin while getting in line.

"Nadia, can you text me that detective's number? I'm still at the café and I need to tell him I'm running late."

By the time she had her drink, several minutes passed and Nadia still hadn't replied. So she took to surveying the different people around her.

Her gaze stopped at one man standing in front of the counter where orders were being handed out. He was wearing a casual, light gray suit with a black tie hanging loosely. His dark brown hair was lightly combed, but somewhat ruffled. Someone else standing next to him yelled out to the cashier to remind them of their pending drink and he grimaced at the shrill sound, inching away slightly and muttering under his breath.

Yikes. Someone's having a rough day.

This man had files, obviously preparing for work, lips pursed and drawn into a slight frown as he balanced his folder in one hand, rubbing his temple with another as if to nurse a headache. He was dressed business-casual, topped with a sort of rugged . . . almost attractive-

"Number 36?"

He looked up as the employee called his order and he stepped forward to collect it. Then for a second, he stopped. His previous scowl morphed into a more curious expression and he turned in her direction.

Crap.

It was then that Maya realized she'd been staring at him for quite some time now and quickly fixed her eyes on a painting on the other side. After a few moments, she looked back to find him reading that file again with the coffee in his other hand.

That was close.

Maya was so focused on her own musings that she'd barely noticed someone else barreling into the café.

A shrill voice came out of nowhere and blared into her ear like a megaphone. "OHMYGODMAYASORRYI'MLATE!"

Maya yelped in surprise as Nadia came up from behind and rammed into her. Before she could catch herself, the drink she was holding flew out of her hands as she stumbled forward, grasping onto something by instinct.

The man from earlier immediately looked up and his eyes widened. "Hey!"

Her drink's cap came off and it spilled open, colliding with his drink as well as his files. He quickly snapped his binder shut and held it up so that all the liquid contents of their drinks splashed onto their clothes instead.

Maya cringed, her face growing hot as she tried to ignore the surprised chatter and laughter from nearby patrons. When she turned to face him, he was looking her up and down, brows scrunched in concern.

Then their eyes locked.

All brain activity had screeched to a halt. For a brief second, Maya was very aware of how hard her heart was pounding as she gaped at him. From what she’d observed, this man was obviously in a bad mood and now she'd just ruined his clothes. What was she supposed to do now?! Apologize? Offer to clean up his shirt? Ask if he was okay? It wasn't clear what was appropriate to ask first.

The man cleared his throat awkwardly, gesturing to his shirt. Maya looked that way and realized that she'd grabbed onto the sleeve and the front of his shirt for support . . . and was still holding onto him.

"Oh!" Maya mentally shook herself, immediately let go and took a step back to view the mess she'd unwittingly created.

He took the ends of his shirt and held it out slightly in front of him, wincing at the combined hot and cold contents of the coffees that had seeped through his clothing. "Ugh." he inspected his files and his sleeves to check for more. "Perfect. Just perfect."

Her hands flew to her mouth "Oh my god," she gasped. "I am so sorry!"

His face started to turn red. Whether it was anger or embarrassment, she wasn't sure. Maya quickly grabbed some napkins that an employee was offering and handed them over to him. "Here I've got some napkins, I-"

"Thanks," he replied curtly as he took them, not even sparing her a glance. "I got it." He still sounded pretty irritated and Maya winced.

"I'm really so sorry sir, I-"

"Really, it's fine. It's okay."

"No, it's not fine, someone just came outta nowhere and-" She suddenly remembered Nadia and whirled around to face her. "Look what you made me do!" Maya exclaimed heatedly, smacking her in the arm. "First we're already late to meet this guy and now I spilled coffee all over some-"

Nadia grimaced sheepishly. "I said I was-"

"No," She said sharply. "Not. Another. Word." Then she turned to the man who was still trying to dry his clothes.

"Can I, umm . . ." He winced again, rubbing his temple like he'd been doing earlier. "Can I get another one please?" He called to the cashier behind the counter and she quickly moved to refill his drink.

"Um . . . I- excuse me, Sir?" Maya stepped forward, trying to get his attention again. "Do you want me to pay for your new coffee?"

He shook his head. "No thanks, it's just a refill." His reply was just as abrupt as before, the annoyance clear in his voice.

"Oh, right!"

"And stop calling me 'Sir'."

"Well, there's gotta be something I can do. I'm so sorry, I really didn't mean to bump into you like that." Maya felt as though she was talking at light speed. Goddamn it, calm the hell down! He's just a regular guy like everyone else!

"You could lend me some Ibuprofen for this goddamn headache I have that just got worse," The man grumbled as he took his new coffee. "I'm already late for a meeting and I was just hoping for some coffee to get me through it-" He proceeded to watch in astonishment as Maya began rifling through the contents of her purse. "Wait, I wasn't being-"

"Here!" She practically thrust the tiny bottle towards him. "I got it 2 days ago from CVS. 200 milligrams and not the PM kind! I actually made sure. You know, once, I didn’t read the label and got Advil PM instead of the normal kind and I actually fell asleep during my friend's engagement party." The more Maya talked, the more she noticed a particular vein in his forehead that looked like it was going to pop, and she immediately stopped.

"You finished?"

"Yeah, I'm sorry-"

"I heard you the first time."

Maya then realized that she was really annoying him and just went silent, feeling her cheeks heat up. She wasn’t exactly the most polished person, but even then she usually had it together. But now, it felt like one disaster after another - that too, in front of a guy! What a perfect day.

An awkward silence passed between them and he cleared his throat. When she looked back at him, his expression had softened. "Sorry, I- look it’s all good. This is just a bad day."

"It's okay." She said quietly.

He looked like he was about to say something else, but seemed to change his mind. "I . . . um . . . I'm gonna go to work now."

“Oh okay. By the way, I’m-" Before Maya could get another word out, he was already gone.

At that point, Nadia had arrived with her drink and had resigned herself to just watching everything unfold. "Well," She cleared her throat awkwardly. "So that happened."

Maya was rooted in place, gaping at where the man had been standing just seconds ago. As she slowly started to get over the absolute embarrassment that had been this encounter, her face turned into a slight scowl.

Yeah sure, I messed up his clothes and acted like an absolute dumbass but I tried to make it right! Then he snaps at me, takes my painkiller and walks off without so much as a 'thank you, have a nice day'!

"What an ass," Maya huffed. "I pity whoever ends up with him."

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@darley1101 @my-glitter-heart @sfb123 @queenbirbs @burnsoslow @kat-tia801 @park-nazario @kingliam2019 @missameliep @moonlightgem7 @xantheaugustine @rainbowsinthestorm @princess-geek @they-call-me-princess @rookiemartin @choicesfanaf @choicesficwriterscreations @ladylamrian

#perfect match #damien x mc #damien nazario #nadia park #maya park

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deadlyglacier · 3 years

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20 Questions tag~

I was tagged by @mythicamagic thank you senpai~<3

How many works do you have on AO3?

40 right now, plus 1 that is still hidden because of the SOFA Exchange event. (I’m still a lil fish.)

What’s your total AO3 word count?

486,920! That’s so amazing to me!

How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

InuYasha - A Feudal Fairytale (18)

FullMetal Alchemist (18)

Mass Effect Trilogy (3)

Let’s Play (Webtoon) (1)

Kingdom Hearts (1) But I hope to write for many more fandoms in the future! I have ideas for fics for Castlevania, Skyrim, Fallout 4, Last of Us Part II, and more!

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

#1. Stardust FemShep/Garrus, Mass Effect Trilogy, Rated Explicit. A retelling of the Shepard/Vakarian love story, with lots (and LOTS) of sexiness, from Garrus' point of view. Starts from before the Omega-4 and will end sometime after the end of ME3. Trying to stay as true to the game as possible, while adding some things happening off camera and a new ending.

#2. Flamingo Sess/Kag, Inuyasha, Rated Explicit Kagome's method of beating the summer heat attracts a certain demon lord...

#3. Hawk Sess/Kag, Inuyasha, Rated Explicit Kagome and Sesshomaru discover they have a mutual attraction for each other after a battle and a slight comedic incident brings them together. At first their relationship seems entirely sexual, but eventually evolves into something real. What will this romance mean for Naraku? Or even the future? *TRIGGER WARNING FOR CHAPTER 6! MAJOR VIOLENCE AND TRAGEDY* Very, very loosely based on "A Mere Digression" by elle6778

#4. Daisy Sam/Charles, Let’s Play, Rated Mature Sam wakes up somewhere unfamiliar with a splitting headache with no memory of the night before. Takes place right after the S2 finale. First chapter was my prediction for what would happen next, and then three other “wishful thinking” chapters happened, lol.

#5. Chemistry Ed/Winry, FullMetal Alchemist, Rated Mature A look at how the relationship between Ed and Winry developed after Brotherhood ended. Cute, sweet, funny, and hot (eventually—y'all that know me know I gotta have some NSFW in there).

Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

I try to respond to everyone, especially when a fic of mine has just been posted, but sometimes I just forget. If I haven’t responded to your comment, please know it’s just because I’m a big dumb and forgot! I love getting comments, and I reread them all the time! I just feel like there’s a time limit to when I can respond to them--if I let too much go by, it’s awkward if I reply. Gah, but that’s just me getting in my own head, I guess. I’ll do better!

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

Oof, definitely Psychology, a fic I wrote for RoyEdOTPoly this year. The prompt I got was dark, and I didn’t see any way around an angsty ending. Read at your own risk!

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

Well, aside from the last fic, I try to write happy endings for all my fics! But, if I have to name names, I’m torn between Zoology (another FullMetal Alchemist fic, RoyEd, for RoyEdOTPoly this year) and Stardust (my Mass Effect fic, which is long, but so worth it, in my opinion). Both are very fluffy in the end!

Do you write crossovers? If so what is the craziest one you’ve written?

Argh... I don’t really like crossovers, to be honest. I actively avoid them when looking for fics to read. But that doesn’t mean I haven’t thought of writing them myself. (I’m a total hypocrite, I know.) I had an idea for an Inuyasha x The Sims fic, years ago, that I never did anything with. The premise was basically Inuyasha and Kagome would get trapped in the game somehow (via the jewel or magic or something), and they’d be controlled by Souta, Kagome’s friends, Hojo--all sorts of different people who think the fact that Kagome and Inuyasha are in the game is just some kind of silly mod. I probably won’t write it, so if anyone is interested in that crazy idea, have at it! You have my blessing. <3 I also have a crazy crossover idea for what I call an “Ultimate OT3″ of mine that I’ve mentioned to my friends, but I haven’t actually written down yet: Sesshomaru/Alucard/Sebastian Michaelis. So be on the lookout for that!

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

I wouldn’t call it “hate” so much as “mansplaining,” but I have gotten a couple of comments that made my eyebrow twitch on Stardust--both on AO3 and FFN. Just dudes (and I’m fairly certain they were dudes, just from their tone) trying to explain why a certain plot twist wouldn’t work, or tell me how to save Sidonis in the actual game (which I already knew, that person just didn’t read what I wrote). I’ve also gotten a comment on one of my more controversial fics, Hippology, on FFN, where the person asked me if I thought my summary was K-Rated (which, admittedly, it does need to be for the site, and mine wasn’t--because of a single word). I changed it and messaged them saying it was fixed. Going to that commenter’s profile, however, proved to be fairly enlightening... They’re nuts. They have another profile, too. Read at your own risk. Yikes. There’s also a team of people on FFN who make it their life’s mission to report stories with rule violations. I’ve gotten a comment from one of them as well. These people are not mods, they just like to pretend they are--one of them even made their name look official! “CU Administration,” gtfo dude. I also recently got one of my fics removed from FFN. It wasn’t even one of my sexiest ones! They put me in timeout for 48 hours, and when I was finally able to publish something new on the site again, I posted Hippology (my centaur smut), and it’s still up as I type this. (Wonder how long it’ll take them to notice?) And since the fic that got taken down was a SessKag fic, I’m thinking it might have been a petty SessRinner who reported it to the “authorities” of FFN, because another friend of mine got hers taken down not long after mine, and it was also SessKag. Just my tinfoil theory, anyway!

Do you write smut? If so what kind?

Yes, yes, yes. It’s practically all I write. I do all sorts of smut, from romantic, sensual stuff, to specific kinks, to monsterfucking--all that good stuff. Can’t change me~<3

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

God, I hope not!

Have you ever had a fic translated?

I don’t think so. No one has asked me if they can translate one, anyway.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Not yet! I’m open to the idea, and I’ve had little discussions with my fic-writing buddies about it, but nothing’s come out of it just yet. Keep your eyes peeled!

What’s your all-time favorite ship?

Oh, now come on! I can’t pick just one! But I’ll give you a top 3 (in no particular order, because they change places a lot, depending on how obsessed I am with them at the moment). Inuyasha: Sess/Kag FullMetal Alchemist: Roy/Ed Mass Effect: Garrus/FemShep

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

I have a couple of stories that I deleted from my original FFN account that I’d like to re-write and re-post on AO3, but I don’t think I’ll ever get around to it. There were a couple of Inu/Kag fics I had in-progress, and then a Koug/Kag fic. I recently rewrote and reposted my SessKag fic from years ago, Hawk, on FFN, AO3, and Dokuga! So maybe all hope isn’t lost. I’m even writing a sequel for Hawk! All the stories I have in-progress right now I plan on finishing. At some point, lol.

What are your writing strengths?

Dialogue, without a doubt. It’s my favorite thing to write, aside from smut, of course--which is another strength of mine.

What are your writing weaknesses?

Descriptions, ugh. I try to do them well, but I always feel like they get stale. So I keep them somewhat vague, because in my mind, I think readers will fill in the gaps themselves whether you describe something immaculately or not--they’ll see what they want to see, and that is totally fine in my book! Or maybe I’m just making excuses, lol. I’ll only describe something in a lot of detail if I want the reader to focus on that--usually an outfit, accessory, or weapon--otherwise, I leave it up to their imagination (I don’t want manipulate it too much, I suppose).

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

Wildly unnecessary unless that author speaks the language as well, or if certain words already exist in the fandom’s translations (ex. “youkai,” “alkahestry,” etc).

What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Inuyasha, and the fic(s) I wrote in the beginning were terrible. I want to burn all traces of them off the face of the earth. I was in middle school. I was young and stupid.

What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

I gotta go with Stardust. It’s the longest fic I’ve ever completed at more than 160k words. I was so immensely proud when I typed “The End,” and I was able to say to myself “I did it.”

I tag: @glassesmcfancyhair @willowsrain

#SessKag #RoyEd #SamCharles #Shakarian #Inuyasha #FullMetal Alchemist #Let's Play #Mass Effect #fanfiction #writers supporting writers #q and a #I don't know what else to put so here

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@andrea-lyn tagged me in this one, thank you! I needed a distraction today. :)

20 questions, writer’s edition!

How many works do you have on AO3?

205, which includes fic going back to, um, 2002. YIKES. That’s just about twenty solid years of my life in fic-and-vid form.

What’s your total AO3 word count?

1,193,124. I remember being privately psyched about hitting the 1 million mark last year, and now I’ve just...blown past it, by my standards. I have written a lot more words for TOG fandom in the past year and change than I have for anything else in quite a while.

How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

Ah, let me see if I can do this math, because I also post vids on AO3 and I have a number of multifandom vids that skew my fandom totals significantly, and then there are the fandoms that wound up with multiple different tags (i.e. MCU vs. Captain America vs. Iron Man, etc). I think about 40 unique fandoms total? Or thereabouts. Enough that I’m not gonna list them all here, that’s for sure.

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Logical Deduction (HP, Remus/Sirius, it will never not be hilarious that this is my most “popular” fic)

it's like one of us woke up (XMFC, Charles/Erik, still baffled by this one, too)

she's the one that they call old whatsername (Star Trek AOS, girl!Kirk, fuck yeah)

life is very long (TOG, Joe/Nicky + found family, luck of the timing in terms of posting)

ampersand (MCU, Steve/Bucky, this one pleases me)

I’m genuinely happy that my top five are in five different fandoms, that feels very representative of my fannish history.

Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

Yes, always, unless I accidentally miss one. Just to thank them, if nothing else (and frequently I can’t think of anything else to say), because feedback really does mean the world to me and I appreciate every comment so, co much.

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

I was more into writing angst in my younger days. Lately I feel like the world is depressing enough, if I’m going to put a story out into it I’m at least gonna give it a hopeful ending. So, probably one of my Remus/Sirius fics - let’s go with The centre cannot hold. IDK. Not really willing to trawl through my oldest stuff to find something angstier.

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

Most of them, honestly! I love happy endings. Picking The Pride Pact at random because it’s one of my most uncomplicatedly romantic/fluffy fics.

Do you write crossovers? If so what is the craziest one you’ve written?

WHY YES I DO. Mostly of the fusion sort rather than just randomly throwing characters from two different fandoms together to see what happens. “Crazy” is not my favorite term -- I don’t write crackfic, as a rule -- but most RANDOM on the outside is probably The Conspirator's Gift. X-Men fusion with the Brother Cadfael series, because...reasons.

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Not as such, and I’m incredibly lucky to have dodged that particular bullet so far. Harsh and not terribly constructive criticism, once or twice that I can remember, but I would not consider that hate.

Do you write smut? If so what kind?

Very, very, very rarely. My characters have sex, but not explicitly described onscreen for the most part. I don’t enjoy writing smut at ALL, it’s pretty much my least favorite thing to write (that I’m still willing to write at all, however vaguely).

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes! It’s awesome.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Nope, never. I have no idea how people come together to cowrite fics, I’ve never had fannish friends quite like that. It seems like a really cool process! Maybe someday I’ll have the opportunity, it would be fun to give it a try.

What’s your all time favorite ship?

That’s not how I work. I may only OTP hard for one ship per fandom, but never ask me to rank my fandoms against each other, that’s not fair. Right now I’d say Joe/Nicky, of course, because that’s the fandom I’m most active in, but all time favorite? God only knows.

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

Don’t you come at me like this. Fortunately, I rarely post WIPs when they’re still, you know, in progress. And I WILL fucking finish the Finn/Poe fic, goddamnit.

What are your writing strengths?

Character voices. Coherent plots. Bit of romance. IDK, I feel like my fics are pretty consistent in terms of quality. Whether it’s a quality you like or not is purely subjective.

What are your writing weaknesses?

Smut. Action sequences in general -- I CAN write them, but they’re a slog and I hate every minute of it.

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

It really does depend on the context. If the character is mostly speaking one language but includes a single word or phrase in another, I lean toward writing it out. Otherwise, just indicating that a different language is being spoken is enough, if the POV character understands it then please translate for the reader.

What was the first fandom you wrote for?

X-Files. I was very young then. Those fics are NOT on AO3.

What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

I hate playing favorites! The answer to this will change at any given moment. For the moment, for TOG, let’s just say lessons exquisitely crafted and move on.

Tagging, um, @knoepfchen, @werebearbearbar, @turtletotem, @ladynox, @brendaonao3, @lindstrom2020, @lyricfulloflight, and anyone who wants to play!

#fic meme #ask me anything

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i-am-a-mes · 4 years

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Blueberry Chapter 6

Summary: Y/N is fresh out of college with a small job at a newspaper, when she meets Chris Evans. They start a Sugar Daddy/Sugar baby relationship and try to navigate through their feelings, desires and personal obstacles.

Parring: AU Chris Evans x female plus size reader

Warning: Swearing, angst, shitty coworker, shitty boss, not confident reader

A/N: Hi there. So this is my first Chris Evans fic. It’s still a WIP and don’t really have that much of a plan with it. It will be a fluffy, angsty, smutty adventure spiced with some Sugar Daddy, Ddlg and D/s elements. But don’t expect that from the get go though. It’s a slow burn in some elements. I hope you enjoy it and feel free to leave a comment and share!

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Chapter 6

After a sunday with relaxing, reading and getting settled in a little bit more at Chris’ place, monday rolled around, and I slowly woke up and stretched out and felt ready for a new day with a big smile on my face, as my dreams had been filled with the memory of the kiss we had shared.

Thereafter I got dressed and went to the kitchen, in the belief that I would be up before Chris, since it was a rather ungodly hour. But low and behold, there in all his perfectly tailored suited handsome glory stood Chris drinking out of a coffee mug and reading on a tablet.

“Uhm.. good morning” I treaded lightly towards the kitchen island where he stood. He looked up and a bright smile came on his lips as he saw me.

“Good morning sweetheart!” He placed the cup and tablet down and came up to me and placed a hand on my waist and a soft kiss on my cheek. It made me blush

Because that's apparently my only reaction to him and any form for affection! Goddammit!

He went towards the fridge and grabbed a plate from it, and a mug from the cabinet, and placed it in front of me.

“Here, have some breakfast and coffee. I need to look over some papers before we need to get going.”

“Uhm.. okay. Oh wow this looks delicious! But I don’t think I can eat it all though.” The plate he placed in front of me, was filled with fresh cut fruit, a cup with yogurt topped with some granola and some scramble eggs on the side.

“That’s okay, just eat what you can.” Chris smiled before making his way towards the stairs, but after a couple of steps he stopped

“Oh right. Before I forget. Here” He came back to me and out from his breast pocket he fished out a key with a note hanging on it. I looked questionably at it and then at him.

“I want you to have a key to my place. And before you say anything, it is just til we find you a new place. There is also the security code and address on the tag, you know in case I’m not home.”

He just glanced back down at the tablet before taking a sip of his coffee.

“Alright" I took the keys and turned them around in my hand to inspect them. True enough an address and a 5 digit number code was written on it.

“Thanks” I just kept sipping at my coffee.

“By the way Chris, do you know where the nearest bus stop is? I need to figure out what bus to take to work…” I looked at my phone seing the time, and tried to calculate the time of travel from here to my work

“Don’t worry about the bus. I’m driving you. So please eat.”

“But Chris, I can’t ask that of you”

“You aren’t. I’m offering” He just gave me a cheeky smile and I opened my mouth to retort but ended up shaking my head with a subtle grin on my face. So I turned around and dug into the plate of food.

“Enjoy your breakfast baby girl” He sent me a cheeky smile before heading up the spiral staircase to his office space.

I gulped at the nickname which made my...everything tingle

Why does he have to keep calling me that?

Succeeding in eating most of the fruit and the yogurt, I began collecting my things to get ready to leave.

A few moments later Chris came down from his office space on the balcony, and threw on a charcoal jacket over his suit.

“Are you ready?”

“Yes” I stood staring up at him with my worn sling bag across my chest, that barely held in my papers and laptop brick.

He looked me up and down

“Where’s your jacket?”

“Uhm.. this is my jacket” I lifted the sleeve of my dark red thin jacket. It wasn’t really a warm jacket but we still weren't in the deep fall weather yet, so I could manage. Which was also the reason I had on a rather thick sweater underneath, and a button up under that.

“Hmm...Right.” He kept staring at me, before grabbing his keys. “Let’s get going”

Chris dropped me off at work, but before I could leave his sci-fi car, he turned to me

“What time do you get off work?”

“Uhm.. I don’t know actually. I usually get a lot of odd jobs throughout the day and don’t know how much time that will take, so I don’t really have an idea”

“How about you text me when you think you know? Okay?”

“Ooookay? Why though?”

“So I can pick you up of course.”

“Chris, really it’s fine. Now I got your address I can totally take the bus. You don’t need to pick me up. Besides it could be rather late.”

“And that’s exactly why I want to pick you up”

I let out a deep sigh while shaking my head “Really Chris. But I’ll text you okay?”

“Good. That’s all I’m asking” He flashed me a smile before I crawled out of the low car and hurried into the building.

As soon as I stepped into the office Jasper was all over me begging me for details about Chris and our new agreement, to which I just laughed and shook my head, and replied with a “we’ll talk later!

My desk was filled with “Ask Helen” letters and it made my head hurt

Did I really get a degree in journalism for this?

I had slowly started to make my way through the pile, when it was announced that our boss had decided to hire a new guy to fill in the apparently open position in the investigation news department, a job I really wanted and Mr. Peterson knew that. We were all introduced to the new employee during the morning meeting. His name was Hugh Willington, who sported a fuckboy haircut and a cheesy smile, and apparently didn’t have a journalistic background or experience, but “he has a natural talent for journalism and passion like no other, so welcome to the team Hugh!” Mr. Peterson exclaimed.

What the actual fuck!

As I sent a couple of the latest edited letters of Ask Helen, my nose got a whiff of a very strong smelling cologne, you know the kind that almost burns away your nose hair. I scrunched up my nose at the scent and looked around for the source of the intruding aroma, and when I looked up I saw Hugh leaning over my cubicle sending me what I suppose was meant to be a charming smile, but came more across as a shark trying to charm his pray into his mouth.

And it really felt like it too. Yikes!

“So… You’re Y/N? I heard you were my secretary?”

“Uhm.. hello.. What? No! I am absolutely not!”

“Well guess you got to hear it from me then little miss secretary. Listen, I got a lot on my plate, and the whole deadline thing is already making me barf. So just between you and me, how strict are they with the whole ‘must-be-on-the-deadline-thing’ around here?”

He leaned even closer, making me almost gag with the stank that came from his nasty selected odor.

“Well since this is a newspaper that goes out daily and people rely on it for their news, I would say pretty strict.” I glared at him as my voice was nothing but a flat line, with no sense of being nice in my tone.

God damn this guy is the worst!

“Sure sure.. I got it. I got it…” He licked his lips and ran a hand through his hair before continuing

“So I think you and I are gonna make a great team. You are feisty. I like that, for now”

He winked and began laughing this obnoxious laugh I have ever heard. And just then Mr. Peterson came to see his new golden boy having a good time.

“Ah! You found Y/N! Good and she is welcoming you warmly I hope”

“Yeah. Totally, we were just talking about how a great team we are gonna be” Hugh exclaimed before sending me another wink

“Yes yes! A good team. Y/N you are gonna be proofreading and aiding Hugh here in what he needs, so be on your toes, and make Hugh’s work top priority.”

“Well Mr.Peterson, I think Helen has seniority here…”

“Hush hush. That old lady can hardly write any more. We need new young blood like Hugh here. So make him top priority!” I could hear the firm tone in the end and knew not to argue.

Poor Helen… and poor me!

Mr. Peterson patted Hugh on the back and left us.

“So what I was thinking sweetie, was that you could collect some articles for me about what is happening in the world right now, and then write a little.. You know.. Brief summary and get it to me by.. Let's see.”

He looked at his ridiculous big shiny watch

“By an hour and meet me in my office. Good? Good!”

“No not good! First of all, don’t call me sweetie! And second of all I’m not doing your research. I’m only doing your proofreading. Nothing more! Got it?!”

I stared into his eyes with nothing but fury fuming of my body.

He shook his head and looked down before looking back up at me, with eyes as cold as a winter night and held his voice low enough so only I could hear.

“Listen here bitch! You will do as I say, or I will make sure Mr. Peterson will fire you, and make sure you wont get to work at another newspaper, magazine or website in this town! Got it!? Now get you fat ass of that seat and get to work”

I just stared at him in shock not knowing how to process what vile things that just came out of his mouth. He straightened back up and cast me another chilling smile

“Good to hear we are on the same page Y/N. Looking forward to working with you” He turned and left.

What the actual fuck just happened here? Did he just threaten me? Practically harassed me? He can’t get away with that!

After a few minutes of collecting myself, I stood up with determination and went towards the HR office, but on my way there I saw Hugh and Mr.Peterson talking closely and laughing, before spotting me and then stopped

“Ahh Y/N, getting the research for Hugh I see?” Mr. Peterson asked

“Uhm.. no actually I was going to see Alexa. I..” Before I could say anything further Mr Peterson interrupted me

“Ah don’t bother her. I’m sure there is nothing to worry about. So get your little tushy in the archives and find the research Mr. Willington, alright?”

I was in shock. I wasn’t dumb, I knew Hugh had told him all about my disagreement with him and I knew my boss was completely on his side. I couldn’t do anything

“Hi Y/N, were you coming to see me?” Alexa came out of her office and saw me in front of her office apparently talking to the two men.

“Oh.. hi Alexa…”I looked back at them and saw a warning glare from them both. “No.. I was just asking Hugh for some follow up questions”

Alexa looked at me and Hugh and just smiled before leaving us.

“Glad to see we are on the same page Y/N” he said as he scowled at me before loosening up his expression to a lighter one.

I sighed in defeat (for now) and went to work on Hugh’s assignment.

So went the rest of my day. I was buried in research, trying to keep up with the douchebag’s commands on what he wanted to know, which was everything and nothing at the same time. At the end I was only being held up by coffee and the dry crackers I found at the bottom of my drawer.

Suddenly while I was typing away on the final summary for Hugh, the lights went out

“HEY!!” I yelled and got up “I’m still here!” I flailed my arms around trying to catch anybody's attention. The light remained off, and I dumped back into my seat. I closed my eyes and let out a deep breath

What time is it anyways?

I looked at the little clock on my computer screen and let out a big gasp when I saw it read 8.30 pm.

What the fuck? How can it be so late? SHIT!

I quickly finished up the summary and sent it to Hugh’s email, before closing down and packing up. When I went to put on my jacket, I heard a faint ringing sound. I spinned around looking frantically for my phone. Finding it buried deep in my bag, not being moved since this morning. I quickly swiped to answer the call before seeing the caller id.

“Hello?” I said almost out of breath

“Hi sweetheart”

“Who’s this?” I was so caught up in trying to get my stuff together that I didn’t recognize the voice

“It’s Chris. Are you alright Y/N?”

“Oh Chris.. Hi.. yeah yeah I’m fine”

“Sooo.. you didn’t send me a text, and now you got me nervous. So what’s up? Found another sugar daddy?”

His tone was light, but I could still hear edges of concern in his voice

“What no!? I can hardly keep up with having you as one! But yeah sorry, I’m just finishing up now. I’m just gonna take a bus back to my place. I don’t want to bother you tonight”

“You are just finishing up now? For real?...Just stay there for a couple of minutes and I’ll be there.”

“Well I gotta stay outside. They are closing up the building for the night.”

“Okay. Just wait outside for a few minutes and I’ll come get you”

“Really Chris, you don’t have to! I’ll just go back to my place…”

“Y/N! Stop! I said I don’t want you back there, and I meant it. Now go outside and wait for me. Okay baby girl?”

I wisably gulped at his tone and the nickname

“Uhm.. okay?”

“Good girl.”

Sporting another trademark blush on my face and feeling all tingly inside by his praise, I went outside and waited for Chris.

A while after Chris rolled up in front of me, getting out of the car to greet me with a kiss on my cheek.

“Hi sweetheart. Let’s get you home”

He wrapped an arm around my shoulders after taking my bag and guided me to the passenger seat, where he buckled me in. Soon we were driving towards his place

“So that was a pretty late night? Does that uhm… happen often with your work?”

“No.. well.. Sometimes, but mostly for the main writers or editors. It’s this new assignment…” I drifted on as a headache began making its way to the forefront of my head

“What does this assignment entail since it’s keeping you so late?” Chris questioned as he turned down the street of his apartment building.

“It’s just the first day of figuring everything out and the head journalist is new so we just had to learn to work together, you know?”

I know it’s not the complete truth, but honestly I just can’t deal thinking about this day any more

Once we got inside of his apartment I immediately began walking towards my room

“Hey, where are you going sweety?”

“I’m just gonna go to bed. I’m really tired”

“Have you eaten dinner yet?”

Just as he mentioned food, my stomach began grumbling making me place hands on it and looked back up at Chris with wide eyes

He just gave a little chuckle and made his way towards the kitchen

“Let me make you something. Why don’t you go have a seat on the sofa and find something on Netflix to watch.”

I just nodded and did as he said, and after a couple of minutes of browsing the streaming app, I landed on some random sitcom show. A little bit later Chris came over with a plate with some chicken and veggies and rice.

“Here.. eat something, then you can go to bed” He smiled at me before sitting besides me. I began digging in the simple but yummy dinner. The more I ate the more I realised how hungry I really was, and within a few bites I had devoured the entire plate, almost licking it clean.

“Wow, that was delicious. Thank you” I smiled sheepishly at him. He just looked at me with a puzzled look

“What? I got something in my teeth?” My tongue went over my teeth

“Nothing. You were really hungry huh?”

“Oh.. yeah. Apparently” I shrugged and turned my attention to the tv

“Didn’t get a big lunch then?” He questioned further

“No.. actually I didn’t eat lunch today. Just some crackers I had at my desk.” I didn’t notice the furrowed brow Chris was sporting and just kept my eyes on the tv, not really seeing what the big deal was.

“Does that happen often?”

“What does?”

“You don’t eat during the day?” Chris had now turned his body so it was facing mine, and I could feel a change in the conversation, so I turned slightly to look at him. When I saw his serious face I gulped and drew my knees to my chest

“Well.. most days I eat a small lunch. Mainly fruit or some granola bars.” I began fiddling with the hem of my shirt.

“What about breakfast and dinner?”

I felt I was being scolded under his intense gaze

“Breakfast is usually cereal and at dinner I try to make something, but sometimes...most times it’s just more cereal. Mainly because Allie often takes the food I buy.” My voice became smaller and smaller with each passing word. Chris clenched his jaw at the mention of my roommate.

“Listen I want you to remember to eat proper meals, okay? Breakfast, lunch and dinner. Ideally also some in between snacks”

“Yeah that would be optimal, but Chris I don’t have money for “proper” meals. So I take what I can get.”

My shoulders slumped in defeat and I let out a big sigh

God this is so embarrassing! But at last with my barely there diet I get to lose some weight. He must find that a positive thing.

“You don’t have to worry about the money. Just promise you will take care of yourself and eat, okay? We don’t want you to lose those beautiful curves”

I did a double look at him, wondering if I heard correctly, but he just smiled and placed his hand on the top of my knee.

“Really.. You think they are beautiful?”

“Of course. Every inch of you are”

I just looked at his hand and tried desperately to keep the pink colour on my cheeks at bay.

“Thank you...I guess.”

“You are really not used to somebody taking care of you or complimenting you, are you?” He said after studying me for a moment. I let out a exasperated sigh

“No. I really am not. I have always been the one taking care of others first and then myself. This thing between us is so out of my realm of possibilities that I couldn’t even fantasize about it. You are so handsome and could have any girl and I am just me.. Y/N. Just a girl trying her hardest to become a journalist reporter and do something with her life. Why you even bother with me is incomprehensible. But here we are. You want me to be your sugar baby and I have absolutely no clue how to be that, or deal with any of this” I gestured out indicating to his place and yeah..everything about his lifestyle, and then let my arms and demeanor fall in defeat.

He shook his head and squeezed my knee.

“Come here” He pulled me tightly against his side and placed his arm around me making me feel his touch seeping through my skin spreading tiny tingles up my arm.

“I know this is very strange for you. And I understand it will take some time for you to get used to, but do you trust me?” His clear blue eyes caught mine and I fell into the deep waters of his irises.

“Yes. Yes I do. I don’t know why, but I do”

“Then trust me on taking care of you. Please”

“Okay Chris”

He smiled and let his index finger caress my cheek while he looked over me before ending his stare on my lips. Under his gaze I couldn’t help the goosebumps spreading over my body and when I saw he was looking at my lips, I involuntarily wetted them with my tongue. The action caught his attention and soon he leaned forward and placed his plumb soft lips on mine. As soon as they landed, I melted into him. Our tongues quickly began a dance of passion and as my fingers found their way to his hair and began weaving their way through his locks, he pulled me up so I was sitting across his lap. His hands were around my waist and soon landed down on my hips, drawing me even closer. I felt like puddy in his hands and just let myself be pressed closer to him. When we finally stopped, desperately seeking air to our lungs, he just sported a small smile on his kiss swollen lips. I let my fingers trace soft patterns around his neck, up his jaw line, tangled softly in his trimmed beard and ending up on his cheek bones.

“You have the bluest eyes in the world.”

“And you have the sweetest lips”

He pulled me in for another mind blowing, knock your socks off kiss, and after an intense make out session on his sofa, he led me to my room and said goodnight.

“Aren't you coming in?” I questioned him with a tilt of my head

“Not tonight sweetheart. You need your sleep” He took a step forward and whispered in my ear

“And when we get to that part, I want you fully rested cause I’m not gonna go easy on you my baby girl”

I visibly gulped and he left with a kiss just below my ear making my knees buckle.

Let’s just say that my dreams were anything but sweet that night.

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spookysanta · 3 years

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The TA. - one. (c.e, h.c.)

Summary: she just wants to make a good impression. clearly, she’s made more of an impression on the two of them.

Pairings: Professor!Chris Evans x Black!Reader, student!Henry Cavill x Black!Reader

WARNINGS: swearing

updates will be sporadic because it’s a wip, but here’s part one! enjoy! :)

UNEDITED

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To Whom it May Concern:

Good morning. My name is Dr. Christopher R. Evans and I’ll be your supervising professor for section D346-0 of Chemistry class for the Fall semester. I’m sending you this e-mail to introduce myself as well as get to know you a bit before classes start next week. Would you be willing to meet me in my office (Franklin Hall, 3210) this Wednesday at around 3 p.m.? I’d like to go over the syllabus as well as your requirements as my TA.

Please let me know if that time works well for you.

I look forward to hearing from you.

Warm regards,

Dr. Christopher R. Evans, D. Sc.

(310) 555-3984

***

Professor Evans:

Good morning! It’s nice to hear from you. I was in the process of getting your contact information to introduce myself. Thank you for taking me on as your TA, also—I appreciate that you’re giving me a chance. I’ll avail myself on Wednesday to meet with you at 3 p.m., I don’t want to change your schedule on my behalf. I can also provide you with my class schedule if you’d like so that you have my availability when you need to meet with me.

I’m excited to be working with you this semester!.

Best,

(Y/N) (Y/L/N)

***

“Hi, my name’s (Y/N) (Y/L/N). Is Dr. Evans around?” She entered the lecture hall, approaching the podium where another professor was packing up her things. “I’m his new TA.”

“Yes, his office is through that door. Go in, make a left, and it should be the first door on your right.” The professor instructed, “He should be in there.”

“Okay. Thank you, ma’am!” she hurried across the room and pushed through the door, following the professor’s instructions and finding his classroom much easier than she had initially. She knocked on the door to his office. “Dr. Evans?”

“Come in.”

She opened the door slowly. She found him at his desk, typing on a computer. He paused for a moment, looking up toward the doorway with a small smile.

“Hi. You must be (Y/N).” he stood and crossed the small room stalking over to her and offering his hand for her to shake. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“Great to meet you as well, Dr. Evans.” She shook his hand eagerly. This was her first professional job, and well…it’s helpful to have him as her boss.

Mainly to look at, but that’s beside the point.

“Oh, please. You can call me Chris.” He waved her off politely. “It’s just you and I here.”

She cleared her throat. “Okay.”

He made his way back to his seat behind the desk. “Please, have a seat.” He gestured to the chair that sat on the opposite side of the desk.

She sat down tightly with her hands flattened under her thighs—she’s a picker.

“What’s wrong?”

She shook her head tightly. “Nothing.”

He noticed that her face read differently than her words were saying. She looked almost uncomfortable, unsettled. “Are you sure?”

“This is just my first TA job so I’m a bit nervous,” She was almost hesitant to tell him the truth. She rushed out, “hopefully that doesn’t compromise my position.”

“Not at all! In fact, I think this is one of the easier classes to TA for, but maybe I’m biased.” He chuckled. “So, with that said, let’s go over your requirements. Hopefully I can put your mind at ease, okay?”

“Okay.” She smiled politely, trying to make herself relax but failing because Dr. Evans—Chris—was quite different that was she thought he would be. He was tall, built, and had the prettiest eyes she’d ever seen.

She’d assumed that he would look like Ebenezer Scrooge from the way her friends said he ran his class. By their record, he was a strict guy—very unwavering with deadlines and course policies, sticks to his syllabus schedule, assigns a ton of work, and has an even stricter attendance policy.

But they also said he was nice, which was hard to come by with professors in this field. They could tell he was a good person deep down and liked what he taught but he was a hard ass.

And by her analyzation, that was true.

His desk was quite neat and polished; it smelled of air freshener in the room; there weren’t any papers scattered about—which she was thankful for, because she cannot work with people who were unorganized—and, most notably, there weren’t any kind of photos hanging up. It was hard for her to determine whether he was a bachelor, or a married father that just kept things private.

Not that it mattered…but she wanted to know.

“So,” he turned one of his monitors to face her so that she could see his screen. “here’s the syllabus. It seems like a lot, but I swear, it isn’t.” he chuckled.

She hummed in response, beginning to read the lengthy document in her head as he spoke.

“Basically, your job will be to help me grade quizzes, labs, exams, and other assignments. You’ll also be required to proctor exams; I have another TA, Henry—he’s a graduate student—that will come in on exam days and proctor with you.”

She thought for a moment. “So, if I may ask, what will you do?”

“Teach the class.”

“Well, I know that. I just meant…it seems like a lot for me to do, and I’ve heard about some professors on campus having their TAs run the class.”

“Oh! Definitely not. Look, you seem great, and I have a feeling we’d get on well, but there’s a specific way I want my material taught so that’s not something you’d have to worry about.” He reassured her, noticing her body begin to relax. “What I will say, is there is a lot of content in my class, but the major graded assignments are few and far between, if that makes you feel better.”

She cocked an eyebrow.

“The class is mostly lab-based. You’ll be grading lab prep work, mostly—then comes the occasional homework or quiz, and exams.”

“Oh, okay. That makes more sense.”

He nodded. “Good.”

He scrolled down further into the document, showing his class policies.

“Now, these, I can’t break on.” He sighed. “I’m sure you’ve heard that I’m a strict guy.”

“What?” she replied incredulously. “No!”

He wanted to laugh. He could tell she was analyzing him, and she had to have heard something about him before the two of them met. “Well, it’s because a lot of the precautions are for the safety of us and the students.”

She scanned a random sentence on the page that read:

Students are required to be fully clothed on lab days—no t-shirts, ripped clothing, or closed-toed shoes.

10 points will be deducted for wearing clothing that does not meet the above dress requirement. More than one violation on the lab dress requirement will result in a deduction from the LAB grade.

Yikes, she thought, he’s not joking around.

She found it understandable nonetheless—she imagines it would be difficult to have a completely safe lab in a stuffy room while it’s still hot outside.

And she’s heard that a lot of the laboratories on his side of campus don’t have air conditioning, which was quite unfortunate this time of year.

“The dress policy is the most heavily enforced one.” He shrugged. “I can’t be held liable for students’ recklessness during labs.”

“Has the dress code been an issue previously?” she asked.

“Not for me, but I know it’s been one for the department, so I’m just tryin’ to keep my name off the “injury list”.”

She nodded in understanding.

“I think that’s pretty much it as far as the basics are concerned. I’ll send you a copy of my syllabus and calendar for the semester, as well as your contract.” He turned the monitor to face him again, typing quickly on his keyboard. “Oh! And I should send you Henry’s information, too.”

“Who’s Henry again?”

“Henry is a graduate TA. I’ve had him in my classes for a couple of years, and he’s a great student. I think he worked in the library over the summer, so you may know him.”

She shook her head. “No, I don’t.”

“Well, he’s a great person to know, not just for my class, but for your upper-level math and science classes.” He gushed. Clearly, he really liked having this “Henry” as an assistant.

“Okay, I’ll be sure to keep that in mind.”

“Great. And if you have any questions, shoot me an e-mail or a text and I’ll get back to you as soon as I can.”

“Alright.” She replied simply.

He stood, holding out his hand again. “I’m looking forward to working with you this semester, (Y/N).”

She took his hand, this time relishing in the softness of his skin and the firmness in his grip. “I am, too.”

Later that day, after she’d completed the last assignments for her summer math class, she checked her e-mail’s inbox and found two messages from Chris and another from Henry, the godsend of a grad student.

***

From: Dr. Christopher R. Evans, D. Sc.

Miss (Y/L/N)—

I hope this message finds you well.

Attached is my syllabus and class calendar, as well as your contract.

Please read through all of these. Sign the contract when you’re ready and e-mail it back to me at your earliest convenience.

Regards,

Chris

***

From: Dr. Christopher R. Evans, D. Sc

Miss (Y/L/N)—

I meant to send you Henry’s information as well:

Henry W. D. Cavill

Phone: 316-555-2015

E-mail: [email protected]

Please message him at your earliest convenience. Like I said, he’s a great person to know!

Regards,

Chris

She replied a quick “thank you” before continuing through her inbox.

***

From: Henry W. D. Cavill

Hi, (Y/N)! It’s nice to “meet” you, I’m Henry.

Chris has told me that you’re the new undergrad TA! That’s pretty impressive, honestly—you’re one of four undergraduate TAs in the entire Sciences department. Anyway, I just wanted to send you this e-mail to introduce myself and let you know that if you need anything, I’m always available. I worked in the school’s library over the summer so if you need me immediately, that’s usually where I spend my free time nowadays.

I’m excited to work with you this semester! Maybe we could grab coffee and get to know each other better before classes start next week? Let me know.

Hope to hear from you soon!

Best wishes,

Cav

“Cav?” she read aloud in disgust, “What the hell kind of a nickname is “Cav”?” She hoped that he didn’t expect her to call him that because that was stupid.

At any rate, she could tell that he was much more laid back than Chris, which she was bound to enjoy. As nice as Chris was, she could tell that he was a bit…uptight. Henry, on the other hand, seemed more laid back if she used “Cav” as a form of evidence.

She could tell that he was a bookworm, too, because no-one—no-one she knew, at least—stays in the library unless they had to, or just liked reading.

Clearly he was a different breed.

She opened a new message to send a quick reply to his.

To: Henry W.D. Cavill

Hi, Henry.

It’s nice to hear from you as well. I’ve heard nothing but good things about you!

I’m free tomorrow afternoon if you want to meet at The Bistro for coffee.

Let me know if that works for you.

Best,

(Y/N)

There. Sweet and simple.

Don’t be confused, either—she wanted this position. It would open some doors for her down the line, especially if she can get on Chris’ good side like Henry clearly has. She just hated formalities. The emails, the “talk to you soon! ”s, the “hope you’re well! ”s… it was too high-strung for her.

She is, though, determined to start everything on a good foot. So she’ll be polite, she’ll wish them well, whatever—she just wanted to ensure that her success as an undergrad student wouldn’t be hindered or jeopardized by her desire to be casual with who’s really her boss and co-worker.

The next day, she mustered up the courage to throw on clothes and meet Henry at The Bistro, a café in the main square of the campus. She decided to dress nice, not entirely sure who she was meeting and wanting to make a good impression. Because “Cav” seemed like a decent guy, but you never know.

Honestly, she wanted to cancel but she knew that wouldn’t look good.

She stepped through The Bistro’s doors, the cold air practically smacking her in the face. Normally she would despise the cold, especially on a day like this where it wasn’t too hot and not at all humid; but today, she was grateful for the cold air that enwrapped her frame that was dressed in a black blazer and matching slacks.

She sent a message to Henry letting her know that she was there and sat at a table by the window.

Then she waited.

Ten minutes, then twenty, then thirty.

After forty minutes passed, she gathered her tote, phone, and keys, and made her way to the front door.

Before she could get to the door, a figure bumped into her, her body colliding with his hard chest. “Oh, shit, sorry!” the mass of flesh exclaimed, “I’m running late for a meeting and I didn’t watch where I was going.”

Her eyes met his as she took a step back. He was tall. His long brown hair was brushed behind one ear, cheeks flushed and pale, brown eyes wide.

He was cute.

“Wait,” she replied, “are you Henry?”

“Yeah…so?”

“So?” she glared at him. “I’m (Y/N).”

His eyes widened even more, as if that were possible. “Oh! I’m so sorry I’m late. My car broke down and I ended up having to walk here.” He ran a hand through his hair. “But listen, if you’re still free, I’d love to still talk with you.”

She didn’t have anywhere to be, so why not? “Sure.”

He let out a breath. “Thank you.”

The two of them sat down at the table she picked, him slugging his shoulder bag off his body and onto the floor next to him. He folded his hands on the table and looked at her, watching as she fumbled through her bag for her planner and a pen.

“So,” he started, “it’s nice to finally meet you in person.”

“You, too.” She replied, her eyes not looking up.

“I’m usually the only TA in Chris’ class, so it’s really cool to have someone else around. I can’t tell you how frustrating it is to be the only one proctoring an exam in a class of three-hundred people.”

“Three-hundred people?”

“Yeah. Sometimes it’s less, but that’s the average. It’s full of freshmen, too.”

She finally found her planner and a pen in the depths of her bag. “Are freshmen bad?”

He shook his head, “Not really, they’re just…odd.” He shrugged. “Some of them want to learn, some don’t, and you can tell right away. The ones that want to learn don’t want help—it’s always the procrastinators, the slackers, the ones that don’t care that need you.”

“How is that odd?”

“It’s strange to me, honestly. I didn’t really care either way my freshman year. I wanted to learn but I didn’t care enough to actually try.”

“So what changed? Chris made you seem like you were some mythical being.”

He laughed. She’ll admit, she was lost in his smile for a second. The glint in his eyes and the crinkle in his nose made her smile. “A mythical being?” he repeated. “I’m far from mythical. I think he gushes about me because I take over his office hours for him most days.”

That made her laugh. “Well, he seems to be appreciative of having you around. Hopefully I can be helpful.”

“I’m sure you can be,” he waved her off, “he probably told you that his class wasn’t that bad, but he’s totally lying. My first year helping him was rough—too much shit to do, and not enough time for it to get done.”

That sounded more accurate compared to what Chris told her yesterday. “I figured.”

“I mean, don’t get me wrong, he’s a great professor, and an awesome mentor to have—but sometimes he downplays stuff. He’ll say it’s “no big deal”, and it’ll be like Armageddon for us.”

She nodded slowly. “Any advice for getting on his good side?”

He chuckled. “If he likes you, you’ll know. And if he likes you, he’ll help you out. He’s not at all unreasonable, either; so just tell him what’s up when you have a problem, or if you’re overwhelmed, and he’ll do what he can to help.”

“That’s not what I heard.” She mumbled.

“Well, his students from last year will say he’s a dick, but—and you can’t tell anyone I told you this—” he leaned in closer, whispering, “he went through a nasty divorce last fall.”

So he isn’t married.

“Oh, wow.”

“Yeah. He wasn’t in the best place, but I’ll admit he’s eased up quite a bit so you should be fine.”

“Okay, cool.”

“Anything else you want to know?”

She thought for a moment. “Not really, no.”

He smiled again, “Alright. Well it was great talking with you, and I’m sorry again for being late.”

She shrugged, “Shit happens.”

“You’re exactly right. The meter maids are probably having a field day giving me tickets.” He stood from the table, putting his bag over his shoulder that was covered in a dark green jacket, brushing his hair behind his ears and away from his face.

She stood shortly after he did. “Good luck with that.”

“Oh, trust me, it wouldn’t be anything new for me to have a ticket by now. I’ve gotten five since May.”

Her eyes widened this time. “Seriously?”

“Seriously. The parking on campus is shit, you get in where you can. Open parking spaces are scarce, especially by Franklin Hall…so sometimes I park on the street.”

Street parking is decal only. By the number of tickets he’d obtained, she deduced that he most likely had no decal. “Hence all the tickets.” She finalized.

“Yeah.”

“Criminal.” She shook her head jokingly.

“Guilty as charged.” He held out his wrists to her as if she was putting him in handcuffs. “See you around, yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Then he turned and left, moving quickly down the pavement.

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sherl-grey · 3 years

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3, 4, 5, and 9 from the fic ask game!

3: Do you have any upcoming WIPs? How far along are you with them?

So, thankfully most of my shorter drafts got published during the DocRose marathon. The longer ones.... yikes... I'll list a few, but there are a lot just sitting there in planning.

"the rose-pond swap" (the TARDIS accidentally misplaces Rose and Amy) has 7 chapters on my AO3 but I don't have the next chapter yet... whoops.

"the weight of words" - I have like. 50 chapters planned and 8 written in docs, but I don't actually think I'll ever publish this one. It's just a generic Series 3-4 Rewrite in which the Doctor actually managed to finish his sentence, and it "changes" him. Meanwhile, Rose is dimension-hopping and meeting other incarnations, who all help her as she shifts into her new Bad Wolf pseudo-Gallifreyan physiology.

untitled - Tentoo and Rose travelled a lot on their own and made a lot of alien superspy tech since they can't regenerate, but Tentoo has since died. Rose travelled on her own and picked up Jenny on the day Ten left (completely coincidental) but is called back to Earth by Jack when Jenny gets arrested for something. Unfortunately, he accidentally calls both TARDISes, and Eleven and all three Ponds show up too. I wrote 7 chapters of this, but they're not linear and I don't really think I'm happy with them, so I'm likely to scrap it.

"Something Wild" - Time Lady Rose slowburn where she and the Doctor are Academy friends but have a falling out when he goes through with his arranged marriage. It's funny though, they seem to be getting called back to each other throughout the years at the worst parts of their lives, and then a big Thing happens when the Time War ends but I'd rather not say. It literally spans from Theta Sigma to Day of the Doctor. Loosely inspired by the song by Lindsey Stirling feat. Andrew McMahon. Still in the planning stages and I have the biggest plot parts down, but even as I write it I might not publish it because of my lack of canon knowledge.

I've also planned like... 3? more series rewrites (all separate ideas) and 3 ideas for gift fics for my beta if I can get myself to write again. I'm just.... very tired.

4: Tell me about one of your abandoned WIPs. Why did you abandon it?

I abandoned a LOT of fics during the marathon--some of those are more about needing more time to either think, research, or just trudge past writer's block. I'll tell you about the funny and infamous "Check Yes, Juliet" fic that I stopped--it was supposed to be a multiverse fic that follows 3 TenRose pairings (canon + 2 AU) but as you might expect, that does not flow very well. It plays sorta like a music video in my head and I can see what I want to happen, which is frustrating, but I can't get it into words.

5: Share a snippet that you’re proud of from an upcoming fic/chapter.

I literally do not have anything that's guaranteed to be upcoming since I'm taking a breather, so... uh... instead, enjoy the intro to "the weight of words" that will live unfinished in my Drive forever:

“I...I love you.”

The instinctive teasing quip flirty arrogant defense mechanism dies somewhere on its way from his brain to his lips, and all he can see is her. The woman who saved him, who took his hand palm to palm, fingers locked tight, a perfect fit when he’d thought he had no one left in all of time and space. Who smiled at him tongue in teeth, brilliant, radiant, golden and happy when he thought he’d only ever see darkness even when he was awake. Who gave him a home her hand in his, the music of laughter, nights curled on the sofa when he thought he’d doomed himself to being homesick for all eternity. The woman he….

“If… if it’s my last chance to say it. Rose Tyler, I love you.”

9: Are there any fics you’d love to see but don’t want to write yourself? What are they?

MultiDoctor content!! I have to do SO much research for that stuff and some authors are so familiar with canon they can just churn it out, and I love that. Also, parallel universe content or alternate universe (especially royalty, childhood best friends or college/university fics)--you do not understand how much I suck at AUs, even if I adore reading some of them.

#asked and answered #thanks for the ask !#sorry this is so long i have... so many drafts #rivendell101

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bard-llama · 3 years

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New fic universe premise (pregnant trans!Roche)

So, yesterday I came upon a list of pregnancy prompts (feel free to send me some!) and I decided to make all the prompts part of the same universe that would involve pregnant Roche.

Now, idk how many of you know this about me, but pregnancy used to SERIOUSLY squick me out. Like, there’s a lot of dysphoria stuff related to it, but the idea of me and a baby anywhere close to each other? YIKES! But somehow this fandom/pairing has made me... idk, more comfortable with the idea? To the point that pregnancy is a plot point in a few of my WiPs. So when I saw the prompts, I figured, ‘hey, why not?’

Now for the spoilery part: (don’t read if you prefer to be surprised!)

So with the prompt for pregnant Roche, I had to figure out how the Roche in my head would get there, especially considering my own issues with it, which he might share some of in a world where he’s a transman. And what I decided is to make it PAINFUL first lmao. Sorry? So basically, I have a few specific installments in this series planned out. (again, don’t read if you don’t want spoiled):

Iorveth and Roche decide to have a baby. They’re old retired men in Vergen, they’ve been raising Anais and Boussy, they’ve been together for several years now - they decide they’re ready. Then they have to talk about who carries the kid (which is a standard part of elven baby discussions, but is a bit more surprising to Roche). Both of them have the physical, biological capability, but in Iorveth’s culture, there’s a certain amount of... idk, honor? in carrying a child. So they decide Iorveth will carry. But wait, didn’t you say this was a pregnant!Roche story? Yes, yes I did. XD Just wait. 😇

Iorveth is SUPER excited about having a baby with Roche. Babies are a big deal to a species as longlived as elves, especially now that there aren’t as many of them as there once were. And Roche loves him enough to want to have a baby with him. That’s pretty magical. So he tells EVERYONE. And I do mean everyone. If he feels safe with you? He is telling you all about how he’s having a baby with Roche. It’s kind of annoying, tbh, but he’s so excited!

So excited, in fact, that maybe he gets a bit careless. idk exactly how yet, but Iorveth gets injured. Badly. Bad enough that he physically cannot carry a child anymore. Which definitely leads to a depressive spiral, but also everyone around them (cares about them) pities them, and Iorveth hates that.

I think he gets injured protecting Saskia, which he hates that he regrets doing. She wasn’t in dragon form at the time, so she like, legit needed the protection? But also, he can’t have a baby anymore. Their future is ruined.

Saskia feels HELLA guilty and fretful and like... Iorveth is her BFF. This hurts.

It takes Roche a little bit, but he suddenly remembers, ‘hey. I can carry a child. We can still have a baby, we can still do this. Iorveth can still be happy with me.

Which leads to Roche getting pregnant. Idk if my ideas about elven reproduction (i.e. eggs, because ovi is fun) will apply here or not, because tbh I think Roche would find the actual making a baby bit with his parts awkward and uncomfortable. Like, he wants to do it. He genuinely wants to have a baby with Iorveth and he wants to make Iorveth happy and he’s kind of excited about doing this. But it’s also just... uncomfortable. He usually doesn’t think about that part of anatomy like at all.

Then he actually gets pregnant and once they’re sure, they share the news. I think a lot of people are a bit shocked (”wait, the Boss can do that??? Can all humans do that?” “No, Fenn, that’s not how it works.”), but excited for them.

Then we get idk cute stories while he’s pregnant? This part is a lil fuzzy to me.

So, what do Anais and Boussy (who are now 12) think? Anais is pretty excited, honestly, caught up in the hype with everyone else. Boussy... well, Boussy’s kind of dealing with a lot at the moment, so he’s not thinking very hard about it, but he’s like “uh... cool?” But of course, things aren’t that easy.

So what’s going on with Boussy? Well, before the story (maybe about a year), Boussy lost his left arm. Not a fun time. BUT he has a really, really awesome prosthetic that’s both magical and mechanical and gives him the ability to manipulate magic! So he’s started training with Triss and Philippa and he’s honestly pretty busy.

Which leaves Anais the odd one out. Everyone’s excited about the new baby and now Boussy has magic, and what does she have? (Fight training with Maeral? ‘cause Anais is a heavy hitter badass, but she doesn’t quite get that yet). She tries to be happy for everyone, because that’s what she’s supposed to do, but eventually something has to break. Which leads to tantrums and heart to heart communication and appointments penciled into their calendars to spend time with Anais specifically.

Did I mention Philippa? Yes, yes I did. Because I have a whoooole idea for the role Philippa plays in this universe, but idk if she’ll get a whole separate fic or if it’ll be woven into the background of the more pregnancy-centric ideas.

I really, really wanna write Philippa’s POV, tbh. Philippa flees after Witcher 2, trying to recover from all her plans shattering around her and losing her fucking eyes.

But the fact is Vergen is able to stand against Nilfgaard. And that’s exactly what Philippa wanted - an independent state that could resist Nilfgaard and that would view magic favourably. And she decides she can’t not be part of her plans coming to fruition. So she returns to Vergen, even though she mindcontrolled Saskia and most everyone except Saskia really hates her. But ultimately, everyone defers to Saskia’s decisions and Saskia decides to give Philippa a second chance. But she has to earn her trust back.

The worries of many a dwarf, elf, and human are soothed by the knowledge that as head of Saskia’s guard, Iorveth is watching Philippa like a hawk. Or... an owl? A fox? Some metaphor.

Because we’re all thinking it: yeah, I think Saskia/Philippa happens at some point in the 4 years before the pregnancy stuff takes place. Maybe Philippa helps when Saskia feels super, super guilty about Iorveth’s injury? idk.

And then of course, they gotta HAVE the baby. I know there’s gonna be some emergency surgery involved, just because, but honestly, idk anything about their baby. Anyone have any thoughts? Ideas?

#rorveth #iorveth x roche #WiPs #new fic idea #my fics #the witcher #pregnancy #trans!Roche #fic planning

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jaalismyhusband · 3 years

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Magical apple

Title: Magical apple

Pairings: Chris Evans x f!reader

Warnings: RPF, tooth-rotting, cheesy stuff, me not knowing where to put commas (yikes XD)

Wordcount: 1.7k

A/N: Hi, everyone! *ehm* this was supposed to be a drabble, but I snapped. Thanks to my brain for the prompt, this was a very pleasant dream to dream, buddy. Anyways! Hope you enjoy this floofy piece, because I’ve got a hella angsty WiP series about Geralt a.k.a. the butcher of my heart. Thanks for reading!!

beta’d by @6crazyboutcruise9

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You were working as a professor at the local university. You always knew, that forcing students to attend your classes was no way to make them like you and actually listen. No, you had to engage with them outside of the class too. So, you focused not only on the lectures, but on the out-of-school activities as well. That meant organizing some charity work, workshops, debates with interesting people and so on.

To say you were shocked when you booked Chris Evans for one of the debates, would be an understatement. You were even more nervous than your students, but you couldn’t let it show. Being the ever-supporting professor, you reassured them that they will do just fine, because they were your smart students after all. They seemed to relax a bit at that.

Encouraged, you all went to greet Mr. Evans and you offered him a coffee, which he was quick to accept. You could sense he was upset about something, but it wasn’t your place to ask him what’s wrong. Soon after your interaction, he was ushered on the stage by another professor, who shoved a microphone in his hand, wishing him good luck.

The lecture went splendidly, now it was time for an autograph session, where students could get their own three minutes with Mr. Evans. One of your colleagues announced it and students were quick to form a line.

It seemed like it went on and on for hours, but Mr. Evans was somehow still polite to every single person. Even if the questions were repetitive, he answered them with patience. You were near him, just in case he needed something. However, you were a single woman as well, so from time to time your eyes may or may not have lingered on him longer, than they should’ve.

You mentally scolded yourself and focused on the actual questions he was being asked. You were proud of your students for coming up with the interesting, difficult, philosophical and even some weird questions. Thankfully, they hadn’t asked about personal things, until they did. The line was coming to an end and now it was mostly students from other classes, even other schools. You could tell those questions were bothering Mr. Evans and it was only adding to his frustration.

“Next!” you called. There was only one person left, a young girl.

“Finally!” she huffed as she came up to Mr. Evans. “So, I don’t have time for you, I only want you to give my number to Tom Holland.” With that she dropped a piece of paper on the table in front of him, turned on her heels and left. Without saying hi, please or bye. He looked almost frozen as he tried to take in what had just happened. You wanted to comfort him somehow, but his manager had already asked to follow him. You watched them leave next door, where you had previously set up a kind of a break room for him.

An idea popped up in your mind. You went to your cabinet and made him a fresh coffee. You were impatient and excited to have only as much as five minutes alone with him. You poured the coffee in the take-it-to-go cup and hurried to the next room. Just as you neared the door, they opened and you saw his manager leave, meaning you would, indeed, be alone with him. Perfect, you thought as you entered.

He was leaning back in the chair, with his hair all fluffy. Your eyes ran over his face, finding his brows adorably scrunched above his closed eyes, his beard trimmed neatly. A cozy looking blue sweater hid his muscled torso and the dark jeans hugged his thighs, rushing bunch of sinful thoughts through your mind.

“Are you going to say something or just keep staring?” his deep voice startled you from your daydream. You mumbled a quick apology and tried to hide the creeping blush on your face.

“Mr. Evans, I noticed your first coffee went cold, so I thought I’d make you a fresh one.” You offered him a warm smile along with the cup.

“Y/N, right? Thanks, that’s very considerate of you. And, please, call me Chris.” You swore he winked at you just before bringing the cup to his mouth, taking a sip of the steamy beverage. You felt your face heating up again and you squirmed under his gaze.

Leaning on the wall, you let him enjoy his coffee in silence. You used the moment to gather all molecules of bravery in you to ask him: “I don’t mean to be nosy, but you seemed distressed earlier…”

“You mean even before that cherry on top of the autograph session? I guess, I’m not as good of an actor as I thought I was.” You appreciated him trying to lift the mood, but something about his face expression told you, he didn’t want you to let it go.

“No need to put on a brave face, here. I’ll tell you what, Chris. There’s a really nice park near here. Aaand I’ve been told I’m a good listener. So, what do you say to a walk? If you don’t mind me being so forward, of course.” You seemed to realize your words too late, as they already hung heavy in the air. You just asked THE Chris Evans out. An unnerving silence occurred as you awaited his answer.

“Why the hell not,” he sighed.

“Perfect,” you smiled at him. “Let me just get my things and I’ll meet you outside in 5.” With that you left, still unable to believe you were about to hang out with literally a man of your dreams.

As promised, you joined him in front of the building and led him to the park. You spent those few minutes getting to know each other a little bit and, if you weren’t any wiser, you would have said that Chris was flirting with you.

You arrived to the park, taking a stroll, admiring the blooming flowers. It was a warm spring afternoon, summer was just around the corner. You arrived to a small secluded spot with a table and benches on either side.

“This is where I spend my lunch breaks. It’s my special place.” You smiled, reminiscing of all the times you got lost in a book, ate your favourite food, hell, even cried over bad days in this very spot.

“I’m honoured,” joked Chris. You playfully smacked his arm and ordered him to sit down. He caught you off guard when he chose a seat next to you, rather than the opposite one.

“I can’t tell you how many bad days have been eliminated here. This place is indeed magical. You wanna try?”

“Sure.” He proceeded to tell you about his rough past days. As you were listening, you found yourself hanging on every word he said, you seemed almost bewitched by his soothing voice. You didn’t have to force yourself to listen, you simply did. It was so easy to get lost in the conversation with him, even though it wasn’t about pleasant topic.

“Sometimes, I just want to be an ordinary person like everyone else and not have to deal with people like that girl, for example. Gosh, I don’t know why, but that really got under my skin.” He finished his rant and you reassured, that it’s fine to feel that way.

“That girl was probably just the breaking point, I wouldn’t fuss ‘bout her. Here,” you reached into your bag and pulled out an apple, “this will make you feel better.” You placed it in front of him, and nudged him to take a bite.

“An apple?” he burst out laughing. Your cheeks were hot by now, no doubt.

“It’s a… Magical apple?” that only seemed to make him laugh more, as he leaned back in his seat, touching his chest. If you weren’t upset about him laughing at your offering, you would’ve found the gesture cute.

It was a yummy looking apple, though. If he isn’t going to eat it, then I will, you thought as you reached for the apple. However, he must’ve changed his mind, because he, too, reached for it, making your hands touch. You felt like in a scene from a romcom, as you felt a spark when your fingers brushed against each other.

You were too flustered to say anything, when he gave you a heart-melting smile. He seemed to lean in. When did he get so close?!

“Chris…” you whispered, your mouth dry, all of a sudden. He shushed you and pecked your lips, leaving you even more flustered. Your ears were burning, and you immediately pulled your hands to cover your face, leaving the apple unguarded.

“Got it!” he triumphantly said and took a bite of the apple, exaggerating the moans: “Mhm, you said this was magical?”

“Not fair, sir! You used your charm to distract me!” you played along, pouting.

“Hm, you think I’m charming?” he seemed amused by how shy you were and how easy it was to get you flustered.

“Shut up, you know what I meant.” You huffed in defeat as you crossed your arms on your chest. Chris only smirked as he finished the apple.

After a while you shivered, the warm afternoon turned into a chilly night. Neither of you noticed, too enthralled in each other.

Chris didn’t miss how you hugged your arms, desperately trying to warm yourself up.

“You’re cold?” It was more a statement, than a question, but you still nodded, anyway. He took off his sweater, leaving him only in a plain white short-sleeve.

“Here, put it on.” He grabbed your arms, to pull them up, in order to dress you.

“No, really, it’s fine. You don’t have to do this.” You whined, but it fell on deaf ears. Chris dressed you in his sweater and you had no say in it. To be honest, you weren’t about to complain. Musky smell with hints of cedarwood engulfed you and you almost snuggled into the sweater more, but stopped yourself at the last moment, not wanting to be weird.

“Thanks,” you shyly said, as you took in his broad shoulders and big arms. Arms, that were totally bare, because of you.

“Ohmygod! You’ll get cold!” Without thinking you hugged him tightly, only for him to wrap his arms around your small frame.

“As long as you’re with me, I’ll never get cold,” he whispered into your hair, after he left a small kiss on your temple.

#chris evans #chris evans fanfiction #chris evans ff #chris evans fluff #chris evans x female reader #chris evans x y/n #chris evans x you #fanfiction #fluff #tom holland #rpf #rpf fanfic #real person fiction

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giggles-and-freckles · 3 years

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(Sorry for how long this got, conciseness is not my strongsuit)

Hey, so I've always loved writing, but actually doing creative things has always been difficult for me because (backstory, mental health, trauma etc. You know the drill)

BUT

Recently, a game inspired me to write fanfic, and I've written almost every day for more than a week! I even missed a day and didn't entirely fall off the bandwagon!

So my biggest concern is burnout, and I'm wondering if I could get some tips on how to maintain your writing schedule/routine without overdoing it

1) do you ever say to yourself "today, I'm not going to expend any creative energy, I'm just gonna consume things"? How often does that happen?

2) When you suddenly get an awesome idea and write down an unplanned story that meets your writing goal for the day, do you still work on whatever project you had lined up, or do you usually count that as your progress for the day?

3) If you do a lot of brainstorming/outlining (and actually write it down rather than just thinking it lol), do you count that towards your writing progress for the day?

Again sorry for how long this is, and no rush or pressure, but I really like your work and id love to hear your thoughts!

Hello hello!! Okay, so I’ll be completely honest...I don’t have a ton of real strategy, because I’m very-much an off-the-cuff type of person. But I’ll share what I’ve got!! And oh ho, did I get about lengthy myself. Yikes.

1) Absolutely. So a lot of authors who are better than I do have this idea of a “writing goal.” I’m not going to lie–I don’t have this. For no other reason than exactly what you’re saying...burnout! I only write when I want to. Again, most authors would probably say this is bad practice and that I should push you through to get something down on page. I totally respect this mentality!! For me, though–writing is only the way I express myself, creatively. As soon as I let it become something more, it’s no longer an outlet for me. SO if I don’t want to write: I don’t. I have never ever forced myself to write something and because of this, I feel like I have never experienced this burnout. Which cycles back and means I don’t have many days where I don’t want to write.

I’m not sure if that made sense, so here it is simply: if I don’t want to write, I don’t. I give myself a break for the day. Because of that one day break or whatever it is I need, I don’t need those breaks very often. I would say in a period of a month, I take four or five days to not write purely because I don’t want to...and maybe three or four more because I was busy or had other things to take care of.

2) Not to be redundant, but it’s the same thing here for me! I write what I want. This is probably frustrating for readers in the multi-chapter sense, because it means I’m not very consistent there. And here is part of me that’s like “aw dang, I should have worked on that” but then I remind myself that I’ve never felt like that about other authors. I’m just happy when they write something! So I try not to hold myself to the same standard.

I will say, though–if something is giving me a tough time and that’s why I keep avoiding it...I will pressure myself a bit to do some deep excavation. For example, I’m writing an Ilum scene for a fic right now and the imagery is just very difficult for me for whatever reason. So I honestly just ignored it for almost a month. Finally this week, I sat down and was like “okay. today...we fix the Ilum scene.” It’s not necessarily what I wanted to work on with the time I set aside to write, but I knew if I didn’t do it, it would stay a wip forever. And after spending an hour reworking some big parts...I’m genuinely excited to finish it now!

But if you have an idea and you’re vibing with it–even if it’s something you don’t think you’ll do anything with for months–write it down. Immediately. And keep going until you can’t go anymore. Your future self will thank you!

3) I.........almost never outline. Oops. But sometimes getting an idea down is all I have the mental capacity to do! And so yes, I absolutely count it and stop there if that’s all my brain can do that day.

I think my entire approach to writing is that it’s an exercise that is good and exhilarating for my brain. As soon as it becomes something more stressful or tense, I’m not okay with that. So if giving yourself deadlines and daily writing goals is what you need to structure yourself and find that exhilaration, do it!! Or–you may be like me and find that simply sitting down with your computer, a cup of tea, and no real plan is all the structure you need. Might get a few sentences down, might get a few chapters.

But however you approach writing–you should feel better when you get up from the chair than when you sat down.

#abi answers #on writing #I don't know if any of this was helpful whatsoever #it was basically just me saying 'I have no plan' over and over #but seriously #writing should feel GOOD #(in my opinion)#taking a break is always okay

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