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widowbitessting · 2 years

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Is it too early in the fic for me to be hoping she gets sick from being out in the cold rain and the girls have to take care of her? I’m loving sugar mommies! Could I be added to the tag list please?

Wow this turned out to be longer than I first anticipated!! I’d say this is set a year or so after their first meet.

Warnings: None, just pure fluff. Some typos and cruddy writing but that’s it

Word Count: 2122!

Thanks for the ask! Hope this is okay for you! 💋

Poorly Baby (SMU)

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You flop unceremoniously onto the sofa, dragging the large fluffy blanket over your soaking wet body and just lie there. Your book bag lies in a wet heap on the floor besides your uncovered feet.

Fuck. Will you ever learn to take a coat or an umbrella out with you to class? The short answer is: no, probably not. Only this time, Carol didn’t come to your rescue and you had to walk home in just a sweatshirt and leggings with shoes on your feet that are defiantly not 100% waterproof, despite what the bloke at the shoe shop had told you.

And to make things worse? You’re sure you’re getting sick from the rain.

From somewhere in the penthouse, you can hear Wanda singing to herself and it makes you smile, despite how crappy you feel. You fall asleep listening to her voice.

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When Wanda walks into the front room, she’s humming under her breath and tapping out a quick text to the group chat. No one replies instantly which makes her tut.

“Where the hell is everyone?”

Her phone buzzes and Wanda quickly looks down.

NattyBear: Be back soon, bunny! Carol’s driving xx

Wands: Okaaaay, is Y/N with you?

It doesn’t take Natasha long to reply.

NattyBear: No, her class should have finished by now, ring her? Xx

Wanda does just that; hitting your number and lifting her phone to her ear. God, she’s misses your voice.

Only, she’s sure she can hear buzzing coming from somewhere nearby.

“What the…”

She finds your phone in your hand and your face squished - in her option, very cutely - against the couch cushions with the massive blanket draped over you in a pile.

Wanda takes a picture and sends it to the group chat, tagging it as: Found our sleeping beauty!♥️

She moves the blanket off your face so you don’t suffocate when her fingers trail over your forehead. She immediately presses her hand down to feel your temperature, your clammy skin hot against hers.

“Oh God.”

Wanda rips the blanket off your body and sees your damp clothes. She resists the urge to roll her eyes yet lets out a small huff from her nose.

“Detka.” She whispers, pressing her hand on your cheek now. “Detka, wake up for me.”

You shuffle, nose wrinkling as you’re brought out of your slumber.

“Don’t wanna…” You sigh, snuggling in on yourself.

“I need to move you.” Wanda presses a kiss to your temple.

You slowly open your eyes and smile groggily up at her.

“Hi.”

“Hello there darling.” Wanda smiles down at you. “Did you forget your coat again?”

You nod pitifully, sticking your bottom lip out.

“The rain crept up on me.”

Wand huffs out a laugh, leaning down to peck your nose.

“Did it jump out and attack you, detka?”

You nod, reaching your arms out to her.

“Carry me, mommy?”

Wanda’s eyes darken at her name before she shakes her head.

“Clever girl, using my name against me. C’mere.”

Wanda lifts your trembling body from the sofa and after a second to readjust you, she carries you bridal style to the bedroom on the second floor. As the two of you go, you nearly end up coughing a lung; weakly resting your pounding head on Wanda’s shoulder once you’ve finished. She mutters sweet nothings to you as she climbs the stairs, your dead weight proving to not be an issue with her iron grasp that she has around you.

When Wanda sets you down on the luscious duvet, she immediately tells you to strip down, kissing you chastely before disappearing into the bathroom to go and run you a bath. Wanda adds a generous amount of her personal supply of bubble bath and sends a text to Natasha.

Wands: Y/N is sick. Can you bring some supplies with you before you come home? I love you xo

She quickly clicks on Natasha’s other reply to the group chat, seeing her heart the picture of you; her reply underneath saying: God she’s so fucking cute x

Smiling, Wanda puts her phone back in her pocket and checks the bath, returning back to you, where you’ve given up part way through pulling your soggy sweatshirt over your head. You’re lying on the bed, face and arms covered by your sweatshirt, legs dangling off the side of the bed. Wanda tilts her head and crinkles her nose as she smiles, swearing to herself that she can hear little snores coming from you.

“Silly girl.” She mutters, walking over to you. She can now see just how wet you are and she makes a mental note to clip an umbrella to your bag pack, and to mother you about a coat every time you leave the house for the foreseeable future.

Wanda removes your shoes first, grimacing at the state of them before moving onto your socks. When she takes your pants and underwear in one motion, she can’t help but plant a kiss to your hipbone with hopes it’ll wake you up - knowing and loving the sounds you make when she does - but you don’t stir. The only thing she gains are the goosebumps rising from your flesh. Your pants land with a wet thump on the floor. Wanda straddles you when she tries to gently remove your sweatshirt, shifting your body this way and that to try and pry it from you without disturbing you too much.

You’re pretty much dead to the world.

Your sweatshirt is deposited on the floor and next is the top you’re wearing, leaving you in just your bra that Wanda really has a time removing. When she finally manages to squeeze her arms behind your back, her fingers struggle to find the clasp and after a couple more times fruitlessly trying to locate it, Wanda drags her arms back, settling them either side of your head before sighing.

She tries to front too but comes to no avail so decides on covering your chilled body with a towel and waking you up.

“Baby, wake up.” She shakes you gently. “I’ve run you a bath, come on. It’ll warm you up.”

You sleepily swat at her.

“No...”

“Come on detka.” Wanda lifts you into a sitting position which forces your eyes to narrowly open, teeth beginning the chatter. “I even used my special bubble bath. Nat and Carol don’t even get to use it.”

“Really?”

“Yes, now come on.”

“O-okay.”

Wanda wraps her arms around you as you stand, kissing the side of your temple over and over while you slowly shuffle towards the bathroom.

“S-should I be concerned that I’m partially stripped down?”

Wanda’s fingers tickle your sides.

“Shut up.” She says. “I’ve seen you naked plenty of times before.”

“Didn’t realise you were into somnophilia, Wands.” You mutter, letting her remove the towel once you’re in the bathroom. “You really need to consult me when you figure out new kinks.”

“God, you’re incorrigible.” She laughs. “Now get in the bath before you keel over from hypothermia.”

You get in the deliciously warm bath, muttering, “Screw this bra.” as you sink under the water with a loud sigh.

Wanda settles beside the bath, dipping her fingers into the water to trail your thigh.

“How are you feeling baby?” She asks.

“I’ve felt better.” You reply, eyes drifting shut again. “I’m warmer though. Thank you for the bath, mommy.”

“It’s my pleasure.” Wanda smiles. “Any excuse to see my detka in a bath.”

You smile and lean forward, smiling softly as you press your lips to hers. When you try to kiss her deeper, Wanda pulls back.

“You’re sick, sweet girl. You need rest.”

“No I’m not...” Your body it seems, proves otherwise, and you are quick to sit up as a cough rattles through you. You lie back once you’re done and bashfully look at Wanda. “I can rest after...”

You pull her closer, smashing your lips back together and this time when you silently lick out with your tongue, Wanda opens your mouth to her.

Things were going great until someone yanks Wanda away and laughs.

“What you need baby girl, is a dominant with more willpower than Wanda here.” Carol says with a lopsided grin. Natasha walks into the bathroom, a carrier bag in hand.

“Why do you still have a bra on?”

You shrug, sinking back into the bath.

“I never liked this bra much anyway.” You say. “Plus Wands couldn’t figure it out.”

“The clasp at the front, baby.” Natasha laughs, passing the bag to Carol before kneeling besides the bath. Her hand reaches down to your chest where she effortlessly unclasps your bra and watches with delight as it falls from your chest, revealing you to them.

“It wasn’t that hard, Wands.” Natasha smiles. Her hand moves to your forehead. “How’re you feeling?”

“I feel okay. A bit cruddy.”

“She didn’t take a coat again.” Wanda tells them. You glare at her.

“Traitor.” You mumble.

“Payback for throwing me under the bus about your bra, detka.”

“Y/N, how many times do we have to keep telling you to take a coat.” Natasha frowns.

“I’m sorry...”

“Did you walk all the way here?” Carol asks, dropping the carrier bag to the floor and joining her partners beside the bath.

“Yeah.”

“Why didn’t you get an Uber? Or the subway? Hell, you could have waited at class and we’d have picked you up!”

“I...I...” You sink lower into the bath, eyes downcast. “I was almost here when it started to rain and I tried to get a cab but this old lady was waiting for one too so I let her have mine...I’m really sorry guys. I am.”

Carol sighs and hold your hand to her lips, kissing your fingers a couple of times.

“Let’s just focus on getting you better, okay? We can’t have a sick kitten on her birthday now, can we?”

At the mention of your birthday, your eyes lighten up.

“Why? What do you have planned...?”

“Nothing unless you get better.”

“Fine, fine.” You say. “Do I at least get a hint?”

“No.” Carol says, reaching for a take out cup behind her. “But what you do get is a hot chocolate, a kiss and some cough medicine.”

She hands you your drink, leans over to peck your lips and then digs through the bag to find the cough syrup Natasha picked out. You spy it over the rim of your cup and pull a face.

“Don’t complain, baby. It was either that or leeches.”

You can’t help but laugh.

Carol fills the lid with the sticky goo and holds it near your mouth.

“Come on, open up.”

You pull a face.

“The sooner you take this, the sooner we can cuddle in bed with crap food and some good movies.”

“Do I get to choose?” You ask, eyeing Natasha briefly as she begins to massage the foot closest to her. Wanda continues to trail her fingers over your thigh.

“You take your medicine, yes.” Carol replies.

You open your mouth and Carol pours the cough syrup straight in, grinning when you shudder as you swallow it.

“Ugh, that stuff is disgusting!”

“One more.” Carol says. This time, after you swallow the medicine, you submerge yourself fully into the bath before coming back up again.

“Can you wash my hair for me? And then dry and brush it?”

“You did that on purpose.” Natasha playfully slaps your foot.

“I’m sick. I’m allowed.”

“Are you now?” Natasha asks, arching an eyebrow.

“Yep. I don’t make the rules.”

“Hmmm.” Natasha sets your foot back down. “How about while I wash your hair, Carol and Wanda set up the bedroom and make it all cosy for when we’re done?”

“Okay!”

“Yeah? Good.” Natasha rolls her sleeves up and grabs the shampoo bottle. Wanda and Carol stand and as they leave the room, you hear Carol say, “Don’t think I didn’t notice Y/N getting special treatment with your bubble bath.” before she slaps Wanda’s ass. The red head lets out a laugh and runs from the room, Carol right behind her.

You try to watch them but Natasha pushes you back down into the bath.

“Nu-uh. You wanted me to wash your hair.”

From the other room you hear Wanda squeal and you presume Carol has caught her. Natasha begins to lather the shampoo onto your head and your eyes instantly roll shut.

“Do my hair washing duties involve washing your body too?”

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That night, you fall asleep content and happy; surrounded by Natasha, Wanda and Carol on the King size bed with one of your favourite films playing on the TV.

Life is good.

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myfavouritethingsss · 4 years

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Wow 😤 the way some people think... 🤬

#i realy cant believe thst im related to somwonw who would say such ifnorant things #the amount of hate coming out of his mouth? im in ahock #in actual shock wowwww #and that others agree with him? he feels justified and not embarassed to voice it to others? i cant even #how were the two of us raised by the same parents and have been living the same exact house and commhity? i just wow #how am i related to this ignorant racist i cantttt 😤🤬#okay well this was a rant in the tags lol ill provably end up deleting bc nobody cares but i needed to vent so 🤷🏻‍♀️#reading my tags back.. oof my typos lol thats how you know i was legitimately fuming

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linskywords · 4 years

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criminal-minds-fanfiction wrote a bunch of questions for authors that you’re supposed to let people ask you, buuuut I felt like answering all of them instead of doing my actual job this afternoon. 😄 Here we go:

1) How old were you when you first starting writing fanfiction?

Like 25 maybe? I started writing about a year after I started reading it. I had a fanfiction-deprived adolescence, y’all.

2) What fandoms do you write for and do you have a particular favourite if you write for more than one?

The hockey boys pulled me in years ago and they haven’t let me go. I do sometimes write other things: I almost always participate in Yuletide, and I’ve actually written a bunch of Animorphs fic under a different name (ask me if you want to see it!). Mostly hockey RPF, though.

3) Do you prefer writing OC’s or reader inserts? Explain your answer.

Haha neither. Well, I guess OC’s, if I had to choose -- I don’t read or write reader inserts. But I tend to keep OC’s for original fiction.

4) What is your favourite genre to write for?

I was very confused about fic having genres before I realized this was probably referring to the genre of the canon works. Um...sports. :D

5) If you had to choose a favourite out of all of your multi chaptered stories, which would it be and why?

Don’t make me choose my favorite child. Um, probably the first wolfverse story -- I don’t know if it’s the best one, but I’m very grateful to it for starting the ‘verse!

6) If you had to delete one of your stories and never speak of it again, which would it be and why?

None of them, if that’s an option. If I really had to choose...probably the Kirk/Spock fic I never finished even after uploading it to AO3 and promising to finish it this time. I still want to finish it!! But it would be the first to go.

7) When is your preferred time to write?

I don’t have a strong preference. Afternoon/evening. I like having multi-hour blocks, and I use the Forest app to keep me off my phone while I do it.

8) Where do you take your inspiration from?

Plot bunnies come from all over the place: random thoughts, memes, real-life conversations, suggestions from other fandom people. I tend to have a pretty strong “THIS IS A STORY I WANT TO WRITE” response when something grabs me the right way.

9) In your xxx fic, what’s your favourite scene that you wrote?

Haha this is probably why I’m not supposed to just answer all of these in order. XD I’ll answer for my current WIP: the scene where Geno kisses Sid for the first time. So soft. So angsty. 😈 (My own story has cursed me to love Geno. I am doomed.)

10) In your xxx fic, why did you decide to end it like that? Did you have an alternative ending in mind?

In general: I know how my stories are going to end when they start. Sometimes it does evolve a bit as I write. One thing I’d like to play with is including more of the main characters being together at the end of the story, instead of ending it at the moment when they get together; the latter makes sense from a tension perspective, but I’ve been finding when I read lately that I want more of the happy times at the end, so I’m going to try to move in that direction.

11) Have you ever amended a story due to criticisms you’ve received after posting it?

Only for typos, I think.

12) Who is your favourite character to write for? Why?

Ooooh. Either Patrick Kane or Jonathan Toews. There’s something so compelling to me about Patrick’s fanon voice. And every love interest in every original story I try to write is Jonny.

13) Who is your least favourite character to write for? Why?

I...don’t really write about characters I don’t like? I wish Auston Matthews would shave his mustache.

14) How did you come up with the title for the xxx? - You can ask about multiple stories.

About fifty percent of the titles I come up with are desperate scrambles because I’ve got nothing. The other fifty percent I have a perfect song lyric for from the start.

15) If you write OC’s, how do you decide on their names?

I only write OC’s in original fiction, but: I’ve been phonebanking lately, and I’ve been writing down all the good names I come across. The best so far is someone with the last name Quackenboss.

16) How did you come up with the idea for xxx?

MAGIC.

17) Post a line from a WIP that you’re working on.

Oh...oh no. Um.

“It doesn’t matter what he was thinking about. His knot popped; that’s the important thing.”

Some of you can probably guess what that’s about. :)

18) Do you have any abandoned WIP’s? What made you abandon them?

Mostly on my computer. I have a lot of beginnings of stories I haven’t finished yet; many of them I’ll probably go back to. I tend not to post things until I’m done or close to done with them. (That one Star Trek fic being an exception. Mea culpa.)

19) Are there any stories that you’ve written that you’d really love to do a sequel to?

YES. The 1988 timer one and the 1988 story where Patrick’s a girl who sneaks onto the Blackhawks in disguise. I’d love to do a Bennguin version of both of those.

20) Are there any stories that you wished you’d ended differently?

Hm. Some of them I think I rushed a little. More Than I Could Ever Promise, I think it needs a good old-fashioned battle scene in the mountains at the end to really round out the plot.

21) Tell me about another writer(s) who you admire? What is it about them that you admire?

Have I mentioned astolat? What, only two or three hundred times? I should mention her again, then. Give me that woman’s ability to plot. Inject it into my veins.

22) Do you have a story that you look back on and cringe when you reread it?

Haha. I often have slightly cringy moments in my old stories. You Made My Life an Adventure, I definitely didn’t really know what I was doing yet...

23) Do you prefer listening to music when you’re writing or do you need silence?

I usually listen to music.

24) How do you feel about writing smutty scenes?

Turned on.

25) Have you ever cried whilst writing a story?

Yes. The sequel to My Heart Forgets to Beat.

26) Which part of your xxx fic was the hardest to write?

The Sid/Geno wolfverse story I’m working on now is maybe the hardest thing I’ve ever written. The language barrier is such a new challenge for me.

27) Do you make a general outline for your stories or do you just go with the flow?

I don’t formally outline, but I tend to have a sense of the major plot beats. One reason I love writing fic is that the plot and world tend to be straightforward enough for that. I have a lot more trouble doing that with original fiction.

28) What is something you wished you’d known before you started posting fanfiction?

This will radically reduce the amount of time I spend writing original fiction.

29) Do you have a story that you feel doesn’t get as much love as you’d like?

Like You Have a Secret I think is less read than some of the others because it’s het, but I really love it. Similarly, some of my stories that are inspired by other works (Tangled, Doctor Who, The Giver) tend to be read less because people think they need to know the source material, when really I deviate from the source material so much it’s not important.

30) In contrast to 29 is there a story which gets lots of love which you kinda eye roll at?

Huh. Probably not. I’m definitely surprised when some stories take off -- Kinda Narrows It Down I wrote pretty quickly, on a whim, and I was surprised by the extent to which it resonated with people. Turns out lots of people think Tyler was coming out in that tweet. XD

31) Send me a fic recommendation and I’ll post it for my followers to see! (The asker is to send the rec not the answerer)

Ooh. Ignoring the terms of this question, but: I just read this TK/Patty story and loooved it. It’s a different take on werewolves than the one I use in wolfverse, and it’s super compelling:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24029188

32) Are any of your characters based on real people?

Hahahahahaha. (I mean...less so than you might think.)

33) What’s the biggest compliment you’ve gotten?

I absolutely love it when people write screaming flaily responses to my fic. Also anytime anyone says that they’ve been having a tough time and my story was exactly what they needed. Maybe my favorite was the responses to More Than I Could Ever Promise that told me it read like a novel; that meant a lot to me right then.

34) What’s the harshest criticism you’ve gotten?

Fandom is amazing; people almost never give me concrit. I did have someone ask once if I randomly chose when to stop writing and just ended my stories there. I was pretty offended, since of course that’s not true at all, but I can see where they were coming from: my stories tend to wrap up after the characters get together, and sometimes there’s a lot of potential story left to tell at that point. But stories have to end sometime.

35) Do you share your story ideas with anyone else or do you keep them close to your chest?

I tend to share them! I find other people’s enthusiasm to be strongly motivating, and sometimes people have awesome suggestions I wouldn’t have thought of.

36) Can you give us a spoiler for one of your WIP’s?

Well, I only have the one. XD Sid...is about to have an important conversation with Mario.

37) What’s the funniest story you’ve written?

Ooh, I’m not sure I’m the write person to answer! No idea, really. My recent TK/Patty is probably pretty funny. Or maybe Quality Time, where Patrick doesn’t understand why he keeps losing track of time when he’s cuddling with Jonny. Anything with a super dumb protagonist, probably.

38) If you could collab with any other writer on here, who would it be? (Perhaps this question will inspire some collabs!) If you’re shy, don’t tag the blog, just name it.

Wow, I have no idea. I’ve never really written a story with someone, so I’m not sure how that would work. I want to say astolat again but honestly I’d be too intimidated.

...no, I’m gonna say astolat. Even if I made a fool of myself I think I would learn a ton.

39) Do you prefer first, second or third person?

Third. For some original stuff I like first person, but third feels right for the hockey boys.

40) Do people know you write fanfiction?

My close friends do. Most of my friends have the vague idea I write fic, but they don’t know my username or anything.

41) What’s you favourite minor character you’ve written?

Patrick Sharp. No question.

42) Song fic - What made you decide to use the song xxx for xxx.

I will legit listen to a new album with a doc open to write down promising lyrics. Titles are HARD, y’all.

43) Has anyone ever guessed the plot twist of one of your fics before you posted it?

I think people guessed where the Tangled fic was going. Though I also liked the guesses that it would be about Patrick’s mullet. XD I don’t really mind when people guess twists -- in the kind of story I write, it’s more about the experience of reading it than about surprise!

44) What is the last line you wrote?

“His parents have always been very respectful of any choices Sid’s wanted to make. They haven’t pried into his private life when he’s tried to set boundaries. But they’re wolves, and they know him a lot better than Jordy does. Sid isn’t going to be able to keep it a secret from them what he’s going through.”

...no guarantee it survives in that form. :D

45) What spurs you on during the writing process?

Getting the story out of my head and into reality! Spoon out that lake, baby.

I also do love the prospect of posting it for people to enjoy and respond to. It’s one of the reasons I find fic so much more rewarding than original fiction, where the timeline to a readership is so much longer.

46) I really loved your xxx fic. If you were ever to do a sequel, what do you think might happen in it?

Things, probably.

47) Here’s a fic title - insert a made up title. What would this story be about?

This exercise might be going off the rails a bit. (If anyone does want to pose this to me, feel free!)

48) What’s your favourite trope to write?

Ooh. Mutual pining. Friends to lovers. Werewolves. :D

49) Can you remember the first fic you read? What was it about?

The first fic I ever, ever read was a random Kirk/Spock one I found through google, and I was like “OMG IS THIS WHAT AROUSAL FEELS LIKE”

50) If you could write only angst, fluff or smut for the rest of your writing life, which would it be and why?

Oh man. Angst, as long as it can have a happy ending. But it just wouldn’t be the same without the smut.

#this was fun #i guess i should go back to work now #fic #fandom #ao3 #tropes #hockey rpf #writing #patrick kane #jonathan toews #sidney crosby #geno malkin #tyler seguin #probably some other people

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heart-bones · 3 years

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both @saanguis and @malglories tagged me to do this a few days ago so I'm finally getting to it:

zodiac: Virgo sun, moon in cancer, Gemini rising. (i think? i must've done so many online charts lol)

height: 5ft 2in. 3in? Something.

last thing i Googled: yami no matsuei box set, since the copies i have are bootlegged. by the time you get to the last episode, the subtitles are unintelligible filled with typos and sentences that don't make sense haha. (they start to have the wrong names in places and it's just bad. I can put it together mostly through context and the teeniest bit of Japanese knowledge I retained lol but it'd be nice to have a legit version.)

song stuck in your head: thankfully nothing this time around but it was "this is Halloween" and "kidnap the sandy claws" for like two weeks a while ago.

# of followers: I think only thirty or so for this blog since its new. But my old one I'd had for about ten years had like 2000 or something.

amount of sleep: its either four hours or 15, there is almost never an in-between.

lucky numbers: ¿

favorite song: i have so many but off the top of my head i can think of a few--- tsuki no koi uta and eden by d but specifically from that live in like 2008? also syunikiss from malice mizer, wake by dir n grey, ijin no yoru by buck tick, shingetsu by atsushi sakurai. halfsleeper , the waves have come, and they'll clap when you're gone by Chelsea Wolfe.

favorite instruments: violin, piano, i really thought the ukekele craze from a few years ago was so cute. I've always wanted to practice all three but i keep getting acrylic nails lol

dream job: i never really had one? i think about this a lot since I relocated a few months ago and i still just want something that doesn't make me want to die while allowing me to live comfortably but also maintain the things I like like staying platinum blonde + having long nails + traveling with my girlfriend. If it could be like a small perfumery boutique or queer Cafe or something like that then all better. I've also been thinking about tattoo parlors or piercing places ???

aesthetic: i started using "ghoul femme" a few years ago and it is pretty accurate. I like black, sharp, angular, leather , velvet or netting, pointed boots shaved hair with sharp liner alien vampire spooky bones and things but also lace and fur and luxurious roses and jewelry pastel doll pink with heavy lashes and sculpted filler lipped bimbo princess. I like all of those things and I want to be them in equal shares somehow all the time

favorite author: wow i really wish i had one. i feel like i mostly end up reading Stephen King lol I went thru my anne rice phase of course. I really loved Shirley Jackson's Haunting of Hill House and anything I've read by Neil Gaiman. I read like two novels by Haruki Murakami after seeing his stuff everywhere a few years ago but it was just sort of boring.

favorite animal noises: mostly cat stuff but that really specific pbbrrt!!! noise they make when you pet them while they're sleeping

random: i have an antique glass jewelry box filled with both my & my girlfriend's old teeth.

Sorry this is so long guys. This took me like two hours to do for some reason.

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rogerina-yee-haw · 5 years

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"Oranges"

Joe Mazzello x Reader One shot

summary: your elder brother has a best friend and you've been in love with this guy since you were five. But this guy is Joe Mazzello and he doesn't love you back. Or this is just what you think.

word count: 2,4K+

a/n: I wrote this some time ago for my baby @starfleet-wannabe 💓 since my girl received some amazing news this week, I decided to finally post this fic, because Erin deserves a lot of Joe and good stuff in her life ily bby ❤💕💝💞💖

tagging my love @chicagoblackhawkslover96 cause she asked and cause i love her very dearly!💖💕🖤❤✨

warnings: fluff!! fluff!! fluff!! some angst (just a tiny bit), implied smut and typos (as usual lmao)

Oranges.

When you were five, Joe gave you two oranges, because you were crying over a broken toy. He was fifteen, tall and very sweet, while asking you what happened and smiling at you softly. He had been your brother’s best friend since forever, and you grew up having him around; so Joe, hanging out in your house on the regular basis, wasn't an unusual thing.

When he gave you those two oranges - your favorite fruit - your heart skipped a bit for the first time in your life. You didn’t know what happened and why it happened, but you certainly liked the feeling. It made you feel sweet and nice, and you stopped crying immediately. You shared the oranges with Joe as you two were sitting on the grass in your backyard; he kept on smiling and asking about your day - just to distract you from the broken toy.

“Joe!” your brother ran out, panting as he spoke. “Come on, the boys are waiting!”

“I’m having a very serious conversation with your sister, Chris!”

Your brother huffed and winced. “This can wait. Besides, if we don’t go now, Chloe will leave the party”.

You saw the way Joe’s eyes sparked when your brother mentioned the girl’s name, and he got up and left with Chris, telling you to be careful at last. You still remember how your little heart ached when he left.

You accidentally threw an orange at his head when you were fifteen yourself. You aspired to be a juggler and Joe was laughing at you as you were telling him about it.

“You can’t be a juggler,” he said, sitting down at the kitchen table. “Your mom won’t simply let you”.

You rolled your eyes. “I bet your ass, Mazzello. When she sees my skills, she’ll understand that there’s no other choice for me. I’m a great juggler”.

“No, you’re not”.

“You wanna bet?”

He let out a deep sigh and then looked at you; his hazel eyes were scamming you, trying to burn you down - or you would state it like that. You were lost in his gaze. Lost and found only in him. “I’ve never understood your terrible desire to bet on everything, Y/N”.

You huffed and crossed your arms over your chest. “You know I’m good. You’re just a pussy, Mazzello”.

He rolled his eyes at your remark. “We both know that Chris is the biggest pussy in this household. But alright. Show me your skills”.

You took three oranges from the bowl, two in your left hand and one in the right, and took a deep breath. “Goddamn it, Y/L/N, it’s not like your life depends on it or something”.

“Shut up, Joe”.

You started juggling the oranges and it was really bad. They were falling from your hands right on the floor or on the kitchen table; you were picking them up, starting juggling again, and Joe was just wheezing. He was holding his hands on his stomach, cackling and tilting his head back, as he was laughing loudly. He didn’t even notice that you stopped juggling and just kept on laughing. You clenched your jaw and started breathing heavily, as you felt anger rising from your stomach to your chest. You took one orange and threw it right into his forehead, making him jump from his seat and look at you shockingly.

“The fuck are you doing, Y/L/N?”

Your answer was simple. “Juggling”.

As Joe was plotting his revenge, your mom walked into the kitchen, ruining the moment. “Joey! I didn’t know you were back!”

“Yeah, Mrs. Y/L/N, I’m here for a couple of weeks. Life in Los Angeles is very-”

“Boring”, you finished for him. He glared at you and sighed heavily.

“No, Y/N. It is very stressful”.

“Of course it is. Especially with you and Chris working yourselves off there”.

Despite being rather angry with each other, you and Joe involuntary shared glances. Your brother wasn’t the hard-working one, in contrast to Joe.

"So, your mom told me you have a girlfriend. As your god-mother, I would be very happy to see her and approve of your choice”, your mother smiled lightly and you rolled your eyes. Of course, Joe had a girlfriend. Of course. He was twenty-five years old, he should have had someone. At this age, your parents were already married with a child. Of course.

“Oh, trust me, you won’t regret meeting her”.

He smiled so widely and happily that your heart sank, making you believe that you and he would never happen. He was ten years older than you, an actor and your brother’s best friend, who never considered you to be more than a little girl, crying over a broken toy.

Even three years later, when he practically stumbled upon you on your prom night, he still didn’t see you as an adult. You were eighteen then, already legal, wearing a short pink dress, that was giving easy access for observing your long legs - even then Joe didn’t see you as a possible romantic interest.

“Wow, sorry, Y/N”, he said after you hit each other accidentally with your shoulders. He looked you up and down and gave you a cheeky grin. “Going out?”

“Prom night. Waiting for my date”.

He hummed in response. “Got it. Have a nice night. But don’t drink too much. Well, you should drink as it is your senior prom, but don’t get agitated like-”

“Joe”, you interrupted his rambling. “I got it. You can stop giving me a lecture, Chris has already done that today. Twice”.

“Yeah, yeah, I know. I’m just…” he sighed as he looked you straight in the eyes. “You just grew up so fast. I still remember you crying over that broken Barbie”. He smiled and your heart melted. Maybe it was the first time you realized that you loved him - desperately and infinitely. You loved his hazel eyes, that were looking right into your soul, his soft ginger hair, his sweet smile and him.

You felt your breath hitching, and your eyes started looking everywhere but at Joe - and it was a straight sign of you being nervous and flustered. So you tried to hide it, by chucking and turning your head away. “Yeah, I guess. That Barbie was pretty important to me, you know”. He laughed and scratched the back of his head.

“Yeah, I remember. Good luck tonight, Y/N”.

He remembered. Your heart pounded crazily in your chest throughout the whole night; and not because your date was a hot guy who wanted to get in your pants the entire time, but because Joe remembered. You came back home in the morning, with messy hair and your lipstick smudged all over your face from kissing with your date; only to find a glass of water, an orange, and a note on your bedside table.

“Oranges help with the hungover. Trust me. Joe.”

Now you were twenty-five, the same age Joe was when you threw an orange at his head. You couldn't call yourself a juggler, because the only thing you juggled with were your emotions as you were on the edge of mental breakdown while working with kids. Teaching maths in middle-school made you go crazy, as your students didn’t always listen to what you said. You saw your family rarely and, instead, you saw Joe almost every day. You couldn’t get enough of each other when you stumbled upon one another in February.

He just got back from filming “Bohemian Rhapsody” and you were coming home after a long day of dealing with middle-schoolers. You met in Starbucks and hearing him say, “Sugar honey iced tea, Y/N!” made your day much better. It also brought back all the feelings you had for him, all the love you tried to get rid of your entire life. You lived in a small flat with your cat Nancy and had a failed engagement behind your shoulders. And Joe was the sun that shined through the darkness and brought you back to life. He had breakups, heartbreaks and a lot of pain in his life, but still remained happy and excited about everything. At that moment you hadn’t seen each other for a year - and it seemed that it would take you the same amount of time to catch up on. You had talked for three hours, looking at each other and slightly touching one another. His gaze was constantly fixed on you, as he was looking at your face, into your eyes and staring quite obviously at your lips. You were giggling like crazy at every joke he told, tucking your hair behind your ears and biting your lips. You were all grown and legal, you thought, he should do something with it.

You were by Joe’s side through his darkest and saddest moments, holding his hand and hugging him tightly, while he was crying, clinging onto you as if his life depended on it. You spent more time with him rather than with your family, and your mother noticed it but didn’t say anything. She just silently watched Joe finally falling in love with you.

Summer was nearing its end, and you and Joe were even closer now. You spent too much time together for it just to be called “friendship”. You used to hang out at his place much more, as it was bigger and you liked it more than your own. He said yours was much cozier and he couldn't stop gushing about Nancy who seemed to love him even more than her rightful owner.

In August your childhood friend invited you to her wedding, and Joe was your “+1”, as you just couldn't show up alone to the wedding where you ex-fiance should have been with his new girlfriend. Your ex didn’t even bother you that much, you just wanted to be with Joe. As you have always wanted.

He held your hand and had his arm over your shoulder the entire time, and you kept smiling non-stop. At one point, when you were standing outside, shaking under the cool summer wind, he wrapped his jacket around your shoulders and kissed you. He tasted the way you always imagined - like oranges and summer. You answered to his kiss, leaning in closer, trying to get as much of him as possible. When he pulled away, you both were breathing heavily and grinning.

“Wanted to do it since February”, he whispered, and it sent shivers down your spine. You smiled softly and took his face in your hands, and kissed him again. You couldn't get enough of him. He couldn't get enough of you. That led to you two going to his apartment.

You ripped each other’s clothes off and you squeaked - you didn’t have anything else to wear to go home in the morning. “Don’t think I’ll let you go that easily”, Joe said in between kisses and you smiled, taking his blazer off.

Since you were introduced to the world of sex, you had been dreaming of this moment. You spent hours, thinking of Joe - while masturbating or regularly daydreaming or even when having sex with any of your partners. You imagined him like this, between your legs, fucking you into oblivion, too many times; but in reality, everything was much better. Joe kissed you feverishly, hungrily, like he had been starving for eternity. You both were sweaty, out of breath and happy.

"That's a weird thing to do", he noticed when the two of you were having breakfast at eleven in the morning, too fucked out to wake up earlier after hours of devouring each other.

"What exactly?" you furrowed your brows and looked at him.

“Eating oranges with coffee for breakfast", he shrugged his shoulders.

"Your fucking fridge is empty! Oranges are the only eatable thing in there. Or do you expect me to eat that old sandwich?"

"It's not old! It's been there just for a week."

"It's rotten, Mazzello."

"No, it's not! You don't understand how a refrigerator works apparently!"

"Well, enlighten me then, you fucking smartass!"

And the way he spoke about the work of the fridge - telling you his one was the most special on the planet - made you fall into him deeper and deeper. You realized that you hadn't ever even loved before Joe - and was it, ever, a-before-Joe phase? It seemed to be non-existent. You had spent your whole life, trying to run away from these feelings, trying to fall for someone else, just to forget him. But it wasn't possible. Ever.

So when he kept on ranting about fridges and how his sandwich was not rotten - you felt in love with him more than at any time before. It was something magical about this moment: the sun was piercing through the window, Joe's eyes glued to yours and - oh god - you didn't know it was possible to love someone that much.

"So when you say it's rotten, it's really-"

"I've been in love with you since I was five", you blurted out, being completely unable to control your emotions. Joe stopped talking and stared at you, without even blinking.

"W-What?"

"It's stupid", you gulped; why on Earth would you even say that out loud? "I shouldn't have said it. I don't want to put any pressure on you, it's idiotic, we just fucked for once and I'm already saying this type of shit-"

"Me too".

Your brows drew together. "What?"

"I've been in love with you too", he said firmly, and you let out a breath you didn't even know you were holding. "Not since I was five or something, you weren't even born then", Joe started babbling like a little kid and it made you chuckle; but you could already feel the tears forming in your eyes. "Maybe for a year. Maybe when I saw you with that piece of shit you were going to marry - maybe then I realized that I've been hopelessly and stupidly in love with you, Y/N".

Joe's eyes sparkled in the soft sun that was gleaming throughout the kitchen and you felt like crying just because of a loving look you saw in them. It was this pure bliss you had been dreaming about. It was everything you could have ever asked for.

And it was Joe. The man you fell in love with too long ago. And you couldn't be happier.

#joe mazzello #joe mazzelo imagine #joe mazzello fanfiction #joe mazzello fic #joe mazzello x reader #joe mazzello x you #joe mazzello fluff #imagine #fic #fanfiction #my writing

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k-l-a-n-c-e-a-c-a-d-e-m-y · 4 years

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I was tagged by Rin @kokkuri3 KISSES U ON THE FOREHEAD

RULES: Answer 20 questions, then tag 20 bloggers you want to get to know better. (20.... thats way too many people to bother um)

Name: Delta Nicknames: Uhhhh my friends call me “whore” sometimes lol but I think one of my friends once called me “Del” and “Delts” but im p sure it was a typo but wow is that super cute lmaoooo Height: 5′6 Languages: English and a super tiny small amount of Swedish Nationality: American Favorite season: Man it’s a toss up between winter and spring tho I love the atmosphere summer has and fall is nice too... tbh whatever season it currently is my fav is the opposite of that Favorite flower: Hyacinth, Celosia, and sunflowers tho I love all flowers but those are my top!! Favorite scent: black cherry merlot....... Favorite color: I am a huge fan of any pink Favorite animal: Sharks... bats.. but spiders are my top I adore those freaky lil dudes Favorite fictional characters: ah geez theres a lot so ill name a few but uhhh Senku Dr. Stone,, Fukuzawa BSD,,, Noelle BC,, Lily Servamp,,, Noe VNC.. just gay people tbh Coffee, tea, or hot chocolate: I’ve never a huge fan of coffee but i like the smell,,, ive recently been drinking citrus green tea cuz its supes refreshing but hot chocolate is my fav Average sleep hour: just whenever it gets dark tbh i love taking naps and sleeping in gen so a lot of times i wake myself up early just so i can roll over and go back to sleep lmaoooo Dog or cat person: I love both but i think i lean more towards cats Number of blankets you sleep with: i have comfy sheets and a comforter and ill ocassionally bring over the two blankets i have on my couch Dream trip: uhhhh maybe back to sweden or japan Blog established: uhhhhh 2013 I think? ive never moved blogs cuz im a sentimental fool lol Number of followers: 894 but im p sure most of them arent active anymore or theyve moved blogs Random fact: when i had my wisdom teeth taken out, i cried over killua and gon’s relationship and my mom had no idea what was going on but she just agreed with everything i said

umm i guess ill tag

@speckledbears @littlesky770 @amigarafualt @nyaruhodou

but anyone can do it and say i tagged u!!! also dont feel pressured to do this at all ;;;;;

#delta #tysm for tagging me rin i love u sooooo much #sorry it took me so long to respond im so happy that u tagged me ;;;;

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cynoirsure · 5 years

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Rules: answer the questions and tag people you’d like to know better

tagged by the lovely @chulliesgf!!

1. nicknames: jin, julie, jay!

2. zodiac sign: libra sun! ♎️

3. height: 157 cm/5’2”!!

4. last movie i watched: avengers endgame (round 2 HDJSJD)

5. last thing i googled: “kyungsoo choke hold” IM SCREAMING I FORGOT ABOUT THIS

6. favorite musicians: oh wow!! uh... george gershwin, ralph vaughan-williams, and frederic chopin for classical music, and overall i think shaun, jorja smith, hozier, ravyn lenae, and childish gambino have really good musicianship! oh and bts of course

7. songs stuck in my head: cherry wine by hozier, if i can’t have you by shawn mendes, and nobody by hozier (stream wasteland baby 😤)

8. other blogs: @noiretudier, @mimikkyungsoo

9. following: 393, followers: 138

10. do i get asks: not really, i send out a lot of asks though!

11. amount of sleep: usually 4-5 hours at a time but recently its been 6!

12. lucky number: ahh 13?

13. what i’m wearing: high waisted jeans, a pigeon tshirt from yesstyle with many typos

14. dream job: baker in a cute little neighborhood! or maybe a manuscript editor...

15. dream trip: singapore → tokyo → seoul → taipei → manila

16. favorite food: ahhh probably zarusoba? or tbh maybe tarts...... miss fruit tart [chef’s kiss] mwah

17. instruments played: piano, violin, clarinet, ...voice LMAO

18. languages: tagalog, english, learning japanese and korean, sometimes can understand italian due to extensive music knowledge

19. favorite songs: i made a playlist like a few hours ago not for this game but just overall—

20. random fact: i know every lyric off the self titled shawn mendes album

21. aesthetic: messy notes on a dark desk, 2 cups of matcha lattes, sirens.

tagging!!! @submissive-bangtan @yoonqos @taemimmie @she & @teanites 💝💞💓💕💘❣️💖💗

#tag game #i talk too much ahsjsjdbs

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anghraine · 7 years

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Having been wowed by your fanfic ("wandering inside this night" holds a special place in my RO heart), I'm curious: what is your writing/editing process like?

Oh, thank you!

My writing process really varies depending on what I’m doing, but I can explain it in terms of wandering inside this night.

It’s long and rambly, so you can scroll down for a very concise tl;dr version of The Process.

1. Eureka!

I pretty much always start out with 1) a vague sense of something I want to write about, and I sort of mentally fish around until I land on an idea, or 2) an idea pops into my head, or 3) some combination of both.

The last two are the most common for me—I have more ideas than I could ever write. With wandering, it was definitely that way.

I was hollering into my tags about the Cassian-Leia parallels pretty early, which … Jyn-Han is obvious, but I felt like the Cassian-Leia ones went relatively unnoticed but were probably more profound. And as spies in the ragtag ANH-era Rebellion, it’s more than possible that they’d know each other; I’d made babbling posts, but I really wanted to do something with it. So I sketched out a backstory in until the last chance is spent, but I still wanted more, and also to get into Han-Jyn at the same time, and also just—have something fun! And suddenly (I was actually at a Trans-Siberian Orchestra concert, lol) the idea popped into my head of jumping to the Han/Leia meltdown of 1980 with established relationship Jyn/Cassian.

2. Percolation

This is particularly important for longer fic (or any long-form writing, really), but it helps with shorter things, too. It’s where you’re not actively working to figure out details or more ideas, much less writing, just passively letting your mind wander. It’s best if you’re actually doing something else—something that doesn’t take much attention, but enough that you can’t completely focus on your thoughts, like showering or washing dishes or something.

When something does come to mind, I scribble it down (or stick it in a doc in some form that will hopefully make sense to me later). Sometimes it’ll be scraps of dialogue, or a phrase I want to make sure gets in somewhere, or a plot-point, just anything that pops up. Ideally, though, I don’t write anything beyond that—just note down anything I might forget and let my ideas develop freely.

Normally, I’d only do so much of that with something like wandering (fairly short, fairly light). But I ended up snowed in with my extended family, where I was both bored and unable to sit down and write. So I’m sitting there entertaining myself by imagining Jyn and Han, drinking buddies, and how that’d work with the Cassian-Leia brotp of ruthless idealism (Han would be jealous!), and just having that percolating in my head while I read fic and let stray thoughts pass through my mind. (‘Okay but Cassian would fucking hate Han’ being uppermost among them, lol)

3. Brainstorming/Outline

At this point, I try to pin down the free-floating ideas and/or organize what scraps I have into something coherent. With something longer, like ad astra, I generally do a pretty traditional outline—decide what the story is specifically going to cover, and where the things I’ve actually written fit with that, and what’s going to go in the spaces between.

It’s not classroom-style brainstorming; I usually brainstorm ideas by trying to put together an outline. I’ll be “okay, I want to start with something like that shot of Jyn on the platform with an Imperial ship at the end, but it’s Bodhi” and “they get sucked into the Death Star and Jyn exploits Cassian’s injuries to get in” and then I sit down and figure out how I’m going to get from one to the other. “Okay, so—there’s no way they can actually get Kaytoo, but maybe something—yeah, she just up and grabs his dismembered head l o l, okay, and there’s the jump into the ship which rattles Cassian further, and she’d try to treat him with whatever supplies are available, and we’d have Bodhi trying to get out without being shot down, and maybe I can work in the your father would have been proud of you line, and Jyn goes to check on Bodhi and they see the Death Star and…”

Also, it helps a ton to actually talk ideas over with someone else. With me, it’s generally @steinbecks—not some strict ‘this, then this, then this, tell me what you think’, but ‘I had this idea’ and ‘OK BUT IMAGINE IF’ and ‘haha yeah exactly’ and ‘shit you’re right they do change outfits’ etc.

4) Drafting (The Big One)

Ideally, I only get to this after nailing down an outline or at least getting a lot figured out in chats/notes to myself. That’s what I did for pretty much all my most successful longfics—First Impressions (f!Darcy/m!Elizabeth), Season of Courtship (Darcy and Elizabeth’s engagement), we get dark, only to shine (AU of The Borgias that moves the canon pairing getting together from S3 to S1), and now ad astra. It helps a TON if you have trouble with discipline and direction, as I do, because you can always go back to it and figure out where you need to be headed when you’re muddled/uninspired, even if some details change along the way. (They always do, for me.)

I did some of that with wandering, but … I was snowed-in, lol, and finally everyone had gone to sleep and my head was full of ideas. So I laid down with my laptop and just dove right in with the only clear line I had in mind:

Han Solo once had apleasant conversation with Cassian Andor.

Just once.

That was where I planned it to begin! The actual beginning came later, because I very quickly ran into a problem—the sentence worked to jump into exposition, not an actual scene. And with the exposition, I needed to introduce 1) Cassian’s hatred of Han, 2) Han’s lesser but firm dislike, 3) Cassian and Leia’s history together as spies, 4) Han’s brief and half-hearted attempt to suck up, 5) Jyn and Cassian being married, 6) Han’s friendship with Jyn, 7) Han’s jealousy as contrasted to Cassian and Jyn’s mutual trust, etc. Yikes.

So I kept getting mired down in explanations and flashbacks (I actually wrote the scene where Jyn drunkenly complains about finding something for Cassian’s birthday, lol) that slowed it down. And I wasn’t really happy with anything—I constantly niggled at sentences and moved things around and rephrased and it just didn’t work right. I actually have the document I worked in (I didn’t have Internet at the time), so you can see this sort of intermediate stage:

I niggled with it for the rest of the vacation, then it hit me that the issue was that starting a fic with exposition was the real problem. Starting with ESB-era Han just being ESB-era Han could let me work the exposition section in, and without the pressure of it being the opening section I could keep it to a tangential aside and move the jealousy around and so forth. And from there I could just leap to the canon scene with bonus Cassian-Leia shared indignation, and impulsively I added Kaytoo at the end.

Moral of the story: if you keep trying to make something work and it just won’t, there’s probably something deeper going on. Take a step back and figure out why it’s not working, and often you’ll be able to correct course. Once I tacked in that little ‘Han sulks’ section at the beginning, it all fell together easily.

5) Revising!

You can probably guess from #4 that I do a lot of this as I write rather than after I write. That’s true, to an extent.

It can be a very … I wouldn’t say discouraging, but sluggish way to write, because you end up struggling over phrases you might not even keep in the end. I genuinely think it’s best to at least try to restrain the impulse to polish everything, but at the same time, there are some of us who genuinely can’t keep going if the current section isn’t working (again, see #4!). So I allow myself a certain amount of freedom in polishing-as-I-go, while restraining the impulse to do anything more substantial. The single best way of doing this is sprinting—writing in short, timed bursts with little to no editing, ideally with a partner that you check in with. (Again, I generally do this with @steinbecks.)

However, even if you edit as you go and turn out pretty clean drafts, you should still revise at the end. What I generally do is, first of all, just quickly re-read. The writing process is a lot slower than the reading one, and it’s easy to get so focused on particular passages or sections that you lose sight of how it’s working as a whole. So that quick read-through is a way to back up and see how it’s holding together. It’s best if you give yourself a break before you do this—a day or two at least, to get your mind out of the writing mode and look at it with relatively fresh eyes.

(I will say that I almost never wait. But I do pretty much always end up editing chapters yet again in the first couple of days after I’ve posted them. Sometimes it’s contuinity, sometimes a passage that isn’t working quite the way I thought, whatever. There’s always something. It’s why the chapters I post at Dreamwidth are generally cleaner than the ones at Tumblr, which are cleaner than the first versions posted at AO3.)

However you do that read-through, the most important for me is the next one. At this point, I read the whole fic/chapter/essay/whatever from start to finish—out loud. In fact, if it’s possible, I’ll do a full-on dramatic reading. By reading aloud, you can catch things like typos that your mind silently corrects for your eyes, but also it’s easier to notice sentence-level problems like repeated words/phrases and unvaried sentence structure. If something makes me cringe when I read it aloud, I cut it or rewrite. If saying it aloud makes it sound wrong for the character, it probably is wrong for the character. Sometimes I do the dramatic reading revision two or three times.

And then I either post or print!

The short version:

1) I get an idea, 2) I let the ideas develop without thinking too hard about them, 3) I nail down and think up specific ideas, mostly through chat and/or outlines, 4) I plow through a draft, rearranging/adding material if things just aren’t working, and 5) I revise, once with a quick re-read of the whole thing, and then again by slowly reading it aloud to myself to catch problems with (primarily) mechanics, voice, and word choice.

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Operation: First Noel (5/7)

Well, @xhookswenchx, Day 5 is coming to you a tad late, but here it is, 1.6k of pure exhaustion-driven silliness. Seriously. There is really no substance to this whatsoever. But then, such can be said for many of the treats we consume during the holidays. :) Apologies for any typos. Thanks for reading. See you tomorrow.

Find it on AO3. Missed a chapter? Get caught up here.

Summary: When the residents of Storybrooke enjoy a rare period of peace over the holiday season, Henry asks his family for something he’s never had - a real Christmas. A series of holiday vignettes. (Captain Swan/Captain Cobra/Captain Charming. Canon Divergent. Domestic Fluff, Humor, & Smut. Rated E purely for Chapter 4.)

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Chapter 5: On Being Awesome at Christmas

“Merry Christmas Eve!”

Emma gapes and then laughs when her father opens the door to the loft wearing a Santa hat and a cheerful grin. “Very nice, Dad.”

He beams and steps back to let her, Killian, and Henry in. “Your mom thought it would be fun,” he says, nodding toward the kitchen.

Emma looks to see her mother standing at the sink in a pretty silvery cardigan with reindeer antlers perched adorably in her hair. Snow cocks her head playfully, her expression sunny. “Just getting into the spirit,” she tells them. “You weren’t kidding when you said Christmas was a big deal. The amount of neat Christmas-themed stuff we found on the internet is insane.”

“Yeeeah, well, it’s pretty big business,” Emma chuckles, handing David her cookie platter before Killian relieves her of her long wool coat. Her pregnant nose immediately picks up on the savory aromas wafting through the air. “Smells great.”

“Turkey, mashed potatoes, gravy, green beans, stuffing, and cranberry sauce as requested,” Snow announces, reading off a hand-written list that was sitting on the counter near her.

Henry, still in his coat and with a wolfish grin on his face, is already standing by the stovetop with his head almost directly over the pan of gravy that simmers merrily there. “Awesome.”

Emma looks impressed. “Wow, you really went all out.”

Her mother shrugs. “Hey, we promised to help give you guys a real Christmas, and we may not be Granny, but your father and I know our way around a kitchen.”

“Well, we brought Christmas cookies and pecan pie, since we know how you feel about apple,” Henry says proudly, setting his foil-wrapped dish to one side on the counter.

Snow arches an eyebrow at him. “A whole pie or half a pie?” she asks teasingly.

He gives a harassed sigh and rolls his eyes. “Come on, that was three months ago.”

“Just checking.”

Emma sends Henry back down to the Bug to get the gifts they brought for her parents and Neal, and she busies herself with helping Snow in the kitchen while David and Killian attempt to keep her energetic little brother in check while he chases his favorite rubber ball around the loft.

“What time is Regina coming?” Emma asks.

Snow glances at the clock. “She should be here any minute.”

Emma fixes her mother with a questioning sidelong look while finishing the mashed potatoes with a generous splash of heavy cream. “How does she feel about this whole Christmas thing?”

Snow pours the gravy through a strainer and smiles patiently. “Well, you know Regina. She’ll join in with the right encouragement, but she’s rarely the one to lead the celebration.”

“No, I meant since she’s the one who kind of… stole Christmas. Before.”

Her mother gives a little laugh. “You know she doesn’t actually have anything against Christmas, right? She’s just like the rest of us – it’s new to her,” she points out, pushing the last bits of gravy around the bottom of the strainer. “I mean, clearly she understands it's supposed to be fun, or else she wouldn't have withheld it from us and then given it back to Henry later. She gets it. I don’t expect her to show up wearing bells, but I’m sure she’s as open to enjoying it as we are.”

Emma grins wryly. “Well, if she isn’t, we can always spike her eggnog.”

Snow laughs. “What?”

“Eggnog. It’s a drink.” Emma tilts her head thoughtfully and goes to investigate the contents of the refrigerator.

“Is that like grog?”

“Is what like grog?” Killian asks interestedly, coming over to fish Neal’s ball out of the corner. He rolls it back across the floor toward the living room where Neal and David are now distracted watching Henry tuck presents beneath the Christmas tree.

Emma rolls her eyes. “Mention grog and a pirate appears,” she says, smirking at him affectionately.

He shrugs amiably and props his elbow up on the breakfast bar. “I am what I am, Swan. Now, what about grog?”

“Not grog. Nog. Eggnog,” Emma chuckles, pulling a jug of whole milk out of the refrigerator and setting it next to the cream before reaching for the eggs. “It’s something people drink at Christmas. It’s egg, sugar, milk, cream, and a little nutmeg. I’ll show you. You can spike it with rum or bourbon or whatever, especially at Christmas parties where the guests are unsuspecting. Makes for interesting stories.”

“A Christmas tradition involving rum, and I wasn’t told until now?” Killian tsks and angles his head at her reproachfully.

Emma grins, her lashes shielding her eyes as she glances down to locate her parents’ handheld mixer under the counter. “Admittedly, an oversight.”

He snorts. “I should say so.”

Regina arrives by the time Emma finishes whipping the eggnog mixture together. Per Snow’s prediction, Henry’s other mother appears to be in good spirits and doesn’t have a hint of bah humbug about her. The corner of Emma’s mouth quirks as she watches the woman cuddle Neal on her lap and entertain him by conjuring little dancing lights in the palm of her hand. She hasn’t doubted Regina’s ability to find redemption for a long time, but there’s still something heart-warming about seeing the woman who was once the Evil Queen now joining her family to celebrate a holiday like Christmas. Honestly, if Emma thinks about it, stories like Regina’s and Killian’s, stories about lost souls consumed by sadness and resentment who, through the love and forgiveness of others, found their good hearts and new beginnings – those are some of the most Christmas-y stories of all.

The eggnog chills in the refrigerator while they sit down to dinner, pushing another table end-to-end with her parents’ regular one in order to make room for all seven of them and the impressive spread. Everyone has too much to eat; they all do a double-take when even Henry slumps back in his chair and claims he’s so full he can’t move.

He does move, eventually, as do the rest of them, when Neal's bedtime rolls around. Emma's little brother hurries about giving goodnight hugs and kisses to all assembled before Snow shuttles him up the stairs. The rest of the party migrates to the kitchen. Henry joins Killian and David in clean-up duty, Regina seats herself at the breakfast bar, and Emma hauls the eggnog out and begins to ladle it into mugs.

Regina lifts the mug Emma hands her and studies the cold white concoction dashed with nutmeg inside. “What is it?”

“Eggnog,” Emma explains. “It’s a Christmas tradition.”

Killian sips from his mug tentatively and furrows his brow as he licks a trace off the bottom edge of his moustache. “It goes down well enough, love,” he comments, setting it on the counter and reaching for his flask, “But I agree it could use a little something.”

David, hands tied up in the sink, agrees to a little splash of liquor in his cup as well, and Killian turns next to Regina, brows raised. “Your Majesty?”

Regina eyes her eggnog again, unconvinced of its merits, before holding it out to him and nodding. “What the hell.”

Killian chuckles and pours her a healthy dose. He tucks his flask away, retrieving his cup and clinking it against hers. “Cheers.”

Regina’s forehead wrinkles as she drinks, and she swirls some eggnog around her mouth like a sommelier before swallowing. Her frown disappears, and she pooches her lower lip and shrugs. “Well, what do you know? I guess rum is good for something after all.”

Killian laughs and points at her approvingly, cup in hand. “Ah, you see? There may be hope for you yet.”

While they wait for the pie to re-warm and for their stomachs to recover enough to eat it, Henry convinces them to play a few rounds of dice, using sugar-coated peanuts to wager. Regina initially sniffs at the idea of participating in such a boorish activity, but she begrudgingly allows her son to teach her how to play. Once she shoots her first game, however, her competitive nature takes over and she proves to be quite aggressive, especially when pitted against Killian, who is, naturally, the most experienced player in the room. Her enthusiasm only grows after her second cup of eggnog, her cheeks becoming delightfully rosy and her laugh a little louder, and Emma and Killian share amused looks when she goads them into playing one last game.

“Why, Regina,” Killian quips, “Who knew you’d make such delightful company with a few shots of rum in you?”

“Shut up, Pirate, and place your bet.”

It’s a great night overall, but the highlight comes near the end, after they consume the pie, when Killian gets up to take the dirty plates to the kitchen and David, who’s preparing to wash more dishes, meets him halfway.

Regina, her dark eyes still shining and a little glassy, suddenly cackles and points. “Hook is under the mistletoe,” she sing-songs.

Killian looks up to see David’s share of the plant hanging from the wooden beam above them. He glances at the Prince and rolls his eyes as he begins to turn back to Regina. “Surely, you don’t expect me to—” His words are cut off when David, who’s also enjoyed a couple servings of eggnog, merely plants a big smacking kiss on his cheek and walks back to the kitchen sink as if nothing ever happened.

Regina snickers. Snow titters behind her hand. Emma laughs until tears sting her eyes and her diaphragm hurts and the baby begins to kick. And Henry looks around at their family with a grin almost wider than his face and declares that for people who have never done Christmas before, they’re pretty awesome at it.

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My latest blog post from the cosy dragon: Interview with E. A. Barker

An Interview with E. A. Barker, author of Ms. Creant: The Wrong Doers!

E. A. Barker believes he is an average guy in mid-life who has led a mostly average life. His readers may not agree with his assessment. The single biggest difference between him and most other people is his pursuit of knowledge. Throughout his life he never stopped asking the simplest question: Why? E. A. describes himself as a collector of ideas and a purveyor of dot connections. He attempts to present his findings in an entertaining fashion in an effort to encourage people to read—especially men who are reading far too little these days. E. A is an advocate of education for its ability to affect social reform and actively promotes the idea that a global conscience is possible.

COZY DRAGON INTERVIEW

Everyone has a ‘first novel’, even if many of them are a rough draft relegated to the bottom and back of your desk drawer (or your external hard-drive!). Have you been able to reshape yours, or have you abandoned it for good?

(E. A. laughs.) It’s crap! I write narrative non-fiction partially because my ability to write quality dialog is so lacking in my opinion. I am reasonably certain I am at least decent at what I do. Ms. Creant ‘s mission was to challenge the beliefs of the reader so that we might change and grow as humans. This is a niche which I believe best suits my abilities.

Some authors are able to pump out a novel a year and still be filled with inspiration. Is this the case for you, or do you like to let an idea percolate for a couple of years in order to produce a quality book?

I admire prolific writers who can produce quality works time and time again. For me, it does not come so easily. I suppose my percolation happens during the extensive research phase, which in the case of this book, represented a one year period.

I have heard of writers that could only write in one place – then that cafe closed down and they could no longer write! Where do you find yourself writing most often, and on what medium (pen/paper or digital)?

Wow. Your first sentence supports my working theory that we writers are merely scribes channeling the thoughts of some other entity. This is probably not the place to get all weirdly metaphysical so I will move on to the question at hand. I can write wherever I can make my body comfortable and where there is little distraction or noise. Paper notes always litter my workspace, if not the entire room, until such time as they are compiled by section into my trusty old HP laptop.

Before going on to hire an editor, most authors use beta-readers. How do you recruit your beta-readers, and choose an editor? Are you lucky enough to have loving family members who can read and comment on your novel?

I have never been clear on how the literary world uses some terminology. My scientific background tells me to speak of alpha readers first. To me, the process is as follows: 1) I produce a very rough draft which is then read by alpha readers whose sole job it is to blow sunshine up my butt so that I can find the courage to continue. In my case, it was my hairdresser. 2) I then read, revised, re-read, revised . . . until I realized I was stuck in an endless loop and had to seek professional help. 3) Enter my editor—who I picture in my head as Ilsa of the SS—she is what I believe to be my beta-reader. Laura had no trouble telling me how I had gone off course (content editing); nor did she lose any sleep over pointing out my embarrassing grammatical errors; and I believe she rejoiced in highlighting the literally thousands of typos and punctuation errors. This is what makes her good. Her ability to completely devastate any ego the writer in you had developed, will either force you to be better, or quit. Badly shaken, I chose the former. I made massive revisions which fleshed out ideas, supplied answers, and ultimately resulted in three additional chapters. The most observant of readers might see where I ended the book on three separate occasions. She was recruited by writing a cheque. 4) The gamma reader was my proof-reader who line edited (a.k.a. copy edited) the manuscript prior to publication. She only found another five hundred or so mistakes in punctuation as well as missing words I just could not see when I read those sentences. She was recruited through a negotiated exchange of services and the promise of a signed hardcover.

I walk past bookshops and am drawn in by the smell of the books – ebooks simply don’t have the same attraction for me. Does this happen to you, and do you have a favourite bookshop? Or perhaps you are an e-reader fan… where do you source most of your material from?

I LOVE PAPER BOOKS! It is easy to understand people who like digital books though; they can buy books for far less money and could carry their entire library with them at all times. There is a danger that we should be discussing in the digital revolution we are in the midst of. I USE LIBRARIES to source most information. Libraries have always been the keepers and conservators of knowledge. Budget cutbacks combined with limited shelf space are leading many libraries into e-book information technology systems where the librarian will no longer be the curator. Whosoever controls “the cloud” will then control all knowledge. We must continue to encourage a balance between paper and digital books or we risk quickening our fall into a dystopian nightmare.

Oh my! Asking an author if they have a favorite bookstore is leading them to potential career suicide. ANY bookstore that carries or recommends Ms. Creant: The Wrong Doers! is a favorite of mine. I do however frequent a local used bookshop in the Beaches area of Toronto near my home.

I used to find myself buying books in only one genre (fantasy) before I started writing this blog. What is your favourite genre, and do you have a favourite author who sticks in your mind from:

childhood? Jules Verne

adolescence? Frank Herbert

young adult? Robert Heinlein

adult? Hemingway? I am now trying to read the greats across previously unexplored genres including poetry—something I would never have done when I was younger.

Social media is a big thing, much to my disgust! I never have enough time myself to do what I feel is a good job. What do you do?

Social media is a massive time suck that keeps us from writing. I would like a PA to take it over but I have yet to have a quality unpaid one offer to do so.

This is my approach:

Facebook is number one in terms of users. If you are willing to track people down and stay engaged with them, it can be powerful. Therein lies the time suck factor—engagement. Facebook goes out of their way to minimize your reach. Only 3 to 7% of your friends and followers will see some of your posts regularly.

Twitter is second in terms of users; limited in terms of post length, but UNLIMITED in terms of reach—all your followers and all selected hash-tags receive your posts, you can tweet @ anyone on twitter and they do not put you in jail for over engagement.

I tweet daily and send the tweet to both my facebook profile and my author page. In theory you could do this in 30 minutes per day but you would not have the all important needed engagement with other people.

Not long ago, I found statistics which clearly showed you really only need to be engaging on Fridays and Saturdays. This opens the door to time suck savings by posting (a.k.a. updating status) each day, but engaging just on those two days.

Understanding the value of any marketing effort is often difficult to measure in immediate sales—social media is epitome of this. After two years of working social media an average of three hours per day, seven days a week, 360ish days per year, I will tell you its value cannot be measured monetarily. When I attempt to do this, the numbers make me feel foolish.

$0.03 is what I have been paid per hour.

30 minutes is invested in each follower.

Followers rarely buy your book but about 1% will.

You will get 0.1% response from a twitter campaign.

My RATIONALIZATION for continuing at all is I committed to this for two years–one year leading up to this release (the building phase), and one year of promoting the book after release. I assure you there will be a massive scaling down of social media work once the book has its first birthday.

So what are the positives?

You gain a handful of digital pen pals from around the world—priceless.

A good percentage of initial sales and reviews will come from people you meet on facebook.

It is the digital equivalent of flyer distribution and it is free, if you do not count your time.

About 50% of blogger interest came through social media channels.

The best alternative to social media marketing is REAL WORLD marketing but you must be an extroverted salesperson to do this, and many writers are not. Some will have costs which can quickly add up.

E-mail campaigns have netted the greatest amount of interest thus far with about a 10% response rate. This is literally 100 times better than social media and introverts can do it.

Direct mail promotion to independent bookshops and libraries seems to generate interest.

Attend book fairs and sell signed copies.

Public speaking is always an opportunity to sell books.

Pitch indie bookstores and other merchants on buying or displaying consignment copies of your book.

Send out review copies to literary critics. Most will not give you the time of day, but just one published positive review from these people can make a career.

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Answering interview questions can often take a long time! Tell me, are you ever tempted to recycle your answers from one to the next?

Your questions were thought provoking and multifaceted so I could not cheat. We are faced with some stock questions which cause us to reiterate answers. I have yet to copy and paste an answer, but who knows what the future may bring.

Ms. Creant: The Wrong Doers!

This book was created for everyone from young adults to seniors. It was written from a male’s point of view, speaking to men who are endlessly struggling to understand the opposite sex. For women, this is a fascinating journey inside the male psyche. The book gives a young reader a glimpse of the future, with a recommended time-line for key life events. Mature readers, who have already experienced much of what is discussed in the book, should come away with a new found understanding and perhaps even closure. Ms. Creant is a controversial, entertaining, yet informative look at everything which influences human behaviour including: relationships, life, health, biology, philosophy, sociology, theology, politics, genetics—even physics. E. A. Barker shares twenty-four “inappropriate” stories of life with women. The author based these stories of women behaving badly on his real life experiences, spanning four decades of his search for an ideal partner. The lessons taken away from the book will serve to help readers make better choices, become more aware, grow and change—at any stage of life.

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