#yeah i never name my WIPs until i post them and even then

[neverevan]

Inspiration Saturday 📸

This wip is loosely based on this post of mine and based on the initial outline I expect it to total out around 20k, but I have like 3 much longer fics on my list before this, so it probably won't be written any time soon, but it wouldn't leave my mind today, so!

After a serious injury on the job, Eddie takes up light duty as the temporary Instagram Manager of the LAFD and even though he's now physically healed, he's still not ready to return to active duty. The job has its perks though; namely the new guy who joined the 118 shortly after Eddie left.

Tags and a longish snippet under the cut 💛

“Hey Diaz, sure you don’t want in on the action instead of playing around with your camera?” Buck asked, lifting his helmet a little, probably to see Eddie better in the harsh sunlight.

He had ash smudged all over his face, giving him a ragged edge that Eddie thought fit him just a little too well. His turnout coat was open, revealing just how tight his shirt hugged his body underneath.

“And what if I prefer the camera?” Eddie asked playfully. “And I told you to call me Eddie.”

“Not until you tell me what it’s short for.” Buck grinned at him teasingly and Eddie clicked the button on his camera again, to capture the way the sun hit his laugh lines; sue him, the man was gorgeous.

Buck had this weird thing for nicknames and though Eddie found it kind of endearing, he didn’t really understand why Buck didn’t just ask the team what his name was if he wanted to know so badly — maybe it was part of some kind of game that Eddie never learned the rules for.

“You know this year’s calendar is coming up.” Eddie said, lowering his camera back down to his chest.

“Yeah? Are you the one shooting it?” Buck stepped in closer, still holding the jaws of life in his hands while everyone continued packing up behind him.

“Why? Would that make you wanna do it more or less?”

Buck chuckled lightly, before swiping a gloved finger across the tip of his nose, leaving yet another black mark there.

“I don’t know. Am I gonna be the only one taking my clothes off?” He raised his eyebrows suggestively and Eddie only had time to roll his eyes jovially before he was cut off by Hen.

“Stop riling up the poor guy and help us put these away, I’m starving!”

“I’m n-not rili—” Buck stammered, all his earlier bravado suddenly gone.

“Come on Buckaroo, it’s lunch time.” Chimney chimed in as well, walking past them and dropping his medkit into the back of the ambulance.

Buck looked back at Eddie and shrugged sheepishly. “Duty calls.”

“Yeah... I gotta upload these too.” He lifted his camera with a sigh, indicating the pictures he just took.

“Well, I hope you got my good side.” Buck smiled at him with a mischievous glint in his eyes and Eddie just grinned back at him.

As if you have a bad side, he thought to himself.

“Buck, come on!” This time it was Bobby who yelled over, so they both knew that they ran out of time.

“Coming!” Buck called back, still not taking his eyes off of Eddie. “Take care, Diaz.” He added gently before he finally turned around and jogged away, leaving Eddie standing in the middle of the road, watching as the engine and the ambulance pulled away.

“Yeah, you too, Buckley.” He mumbled to no one in particular.

I was tagged by @disasterbuckdiaz and @watchyourbuck thank you mwuah 💛

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#look I have like one new wip a day #these boys are doing things to me I can't put into words #also I have no idea what's with me and mini mood boards but I hope you're having a good time with them cuz I am lmao #also also I don't know why they can only talk in questions #😅 #buddie #911 #wip #the insta fic

[soshadysoquiet]

TUA fanfic WIP: Sibling Beach Trip

I've recently devoured @assaily 's WIP posts and you know what, why hoard all of my WIPs when I may never finish them and people might enjoy them?

Having said that this isn't a snippet so much as it's a 2 thirds done fic that I've lost inspiration for the ending for so grab yourself a drink and enjoy!

Working Title: Beach No Beach. Love a working title

Length: 6k. Self control? Who is she?

Premise: Post apocalypse a family beach trip is proposed. Five has his reservations and is finding real life hard to adjust to, but he'll go if that's the Sibling Movement of the week. This is basically a slice of life fic that I'm pretty sure was going to build to Diego needing to save Five from drowning at the beach, because of course it was, but I think the rest of this has enough low-level angst and family moments to be entertaining on it's own.

Warnings: This fic discusses body dysmorphia in small detail and has underage drinking from Five.

It was embarrassing. More than embarrassing, really.

Shameful.

But Five couldn’t swim.

They’d had what constituted as ‘lessons’ when they were kids, apparently. Five had very limited memories of life before the Apocalypse, and often they seemed more surreal than anything.

‘We did?’ He asked blankly, barely looking over his morning cup of coffee to Viktor and Klaus.

‘All the time bro!’ Klaus replied breathily, laughing, eyes just a little wide in the thrill of memory, or possibly at Five not remembering something. ‘You don’t remember the pool? I’m pretty sure Dad blocked off the door after we started sneaking down there to play.’

‘I remember.’ Viktor nodded along, smile curling his lips so that his face lit up. ‘That’s how we found about Diego-‘

‘And his creepy fish power!’ Klaus looked ready to implode with hysteria and even Viktor bent to the table with a snort before looking between them.

‘You really don’t remember that?’

‘Diego isn’t a fish…’ He spoke slowly. He was talking to children after all. Or maybe he was hallucinating again. It happened. Hiding his grimace, Five took a sip.

‘Yeah! Yeah he can really hold his breath, come on you have to remember that, we teased him for weeks!’

‘Yeah that was kinda mean of us.’ Viktor grimaced a little into his own coffee. Probably for no reason, Viktor at that age wouldn’t have said Boo to a goose.

Hold his breath? It almost was a memory. Someone laughing, Diego pouting, then throwing a fit.

‘I think I’d remember us finding out about that.’

‘Maybe you blocked it out, it was pretty horrible at the time.’ The tone shifted after Viktor’s words.

‘Why doesn’t that surprise me.’

‘What doesn’t surprise you?’ Diego.

‘Speak of the devil!’ Klaus chorused, Five flinched a little at Diego’s hand falling briefly onto his shoulder as he passed. But it was barely noticeable now, he’d almost got a hang on it. ‘We were reminiscing about the time Dear old Dad decided to test out our underwater endurance.’

‘You mean when he held us all under the water until you all near passed out and I beat all your asses.’

‘Definitely would have remembered that one.’ Five murmured, covering up the chill skipping over his flesh.

‘Technically you didn’t beat my ass, since I wasn’t included in How to Drown Your Kids 101.’ Viktor replied with a darkly amused smirk and the sort of steel satisfaction that only true trauma inspired.

‘Well I’d have beaten you too.’ Diego retorted, confident as he went about fetching some ungodly looking juice concoction from the fridge.

How many different fruits went into just that, how many vegetables? The math wasn’t worth it, wasn’t worth the pang of mixed dread and desire it inspired in him.

‘And then we all called you, ah, well, never mind eh?’ Diego’s glare had silenced Klaus.

‘For the record, we’re sorry.’ Viktor offered, voice so gentle and meaning.

‘I’ve got nothing to be sorry for.’ Five retorted. He wasn’t there after all, and he was above childish name calling. He had found more creative insults.

‘Well you got off the hook easily anyway, you weren’t even there.’ Diego chimed in, but did take the time to nod to Viktor in a passing sense of camaraderie. He sat heavily at the table and looked at them all as he took a drink. ‘What brought this on anyway?’

‘We’re trying to convince little Fivey-‘

‘Older than you!’ His insistence was soundly ignored.

‘To come to the beach with us all at the weekend.’ Diego hastily swallowed the mouthful of his juice. What could all those ingredients even taste like together? Five shook his head at the sight.

‘Hell yeah you should come! You don’t get out enough.’

‘I get out plenty.’

‘To the library maybe.’ Klaus mumbled, twiddling with the buttons undone on his shirt.

‘Come on Five, it would be fun!’

‘Would it really?’ He sighed, wished he’d just blinked back up to his room with the coffee.

‘Its the beach bro.’ Diego’s voice was so deadpan that Five managed to feel insulted.

‘There isn’t even anything there! It’s all dead anyway!’ One of his hands gestured with the coffee cup for effect as he complained but the others were staring at him and, oh, right. Nervously he cleared his throat. ’I mean-‘

‘No, no what is it?’ Klaus was too gentle. They’d started doing this recently, paying attention to him rather than responding with their own drama and pushing what he said aside. Five didn’t know what to do with it. And it only took a few rapid equations to work out the cheapest way out of this situation.

‘Fine I’ll go. But don’t expect me to enjoy it.’ He blinked away. But not far.

Paranoid.

‘Alright alright.’ Five muttered quietly at Dolores’ imagined critique from where he sat in the pantry, listening.

‘Well, that was surprisingly easy, only took ten minutes.’ Klaus sounded both pleased and a little disappointed. Had he not wanted Five to come after all, or had he just wanted to do more wheedling?

‘What do you think he meant by it being dead?’ Viktor asked, voice contemplative and too damn observant.

‘I swear to God Klaus, if you making him go to the beach causes another apocalypse-‘

Diego and Klaus devolved into childish squabbles and Five blinked out of the pantry.

The beach huh. He hadn’t seen it in decades. He’d only been the once. If they’d ever done any missions by the sea as children Five certainly didn’t remember it.

It could be nice this time.

‘We can’t swim Dolores.’ In the emptiness of his room, the reminder drifted lifeless. He’d learned that one the hard way. ‘And only you can float.’

-

A weekend beach trip sounded like hell to Five but apparently he was one of the few. Yet it was interesting that the closer they got to the date the more cracks appeared in the others’ armour.

Diego would boast about his abilities, but when Luther had guffawed ‘oh my god! Fish-Boy!’ Their knife-wielding vigilante had begun to stammer on and off when they talked about the ocean. Allison had bitched at Luther down the phone for it, as had Klaus in person. Five had been listening in on parts of the phone call.

Because he liked to hear their voices, not because he was paranoid, Dolores!

But it wasn’t just Diego.

Allison had sounded hesitant, and wanted to bring Claire, but remained nervous about mixing Claire with their family. Five usually made himself scarce on the rare occasions that Allison brought Claire around. It had only been twice, but no matter how much he wanted to meet her, Five didn’t have anything to fall back on when interacting with people outside his siblings. Unless they were a threat, or it was for less than two minutes.

Three minutes fifteen had been his record, at the library where he went to practice. And after that he’d had to go hide in the bathroom stall and have a minor panic attack.

With people that mattered it was harder. Because there was only so long Five could talk to someone who mattered before he fucked it up. He’d only been able to say ‘Hi, nice to meet you’ to Claire before becoming overwhelmed by her childlike open-stare and making an excuse to run away. But he wasn’t the only reason for Allison’s hesitance.

Five thought she was worried about the crazy rubbing off.

During last month’s visit Klaus had told Claire the story of Dead Uncle Ben after she’d caught Klaus talking to what looked like thin air. Five had overheard on the phone call the week after how Claire had begun ‘talking to Dead Uncle Ben’ at school. For a custody battle situation, it was understandably a nightmare.

Diego always had knives on him, and children had sticky fingers. Claire kept trying to pull them out from Diego’s pockets and holsters and fingers. It wasn’t as if Diego encouraged or approved of it, but he had offered to teach her before he’d caught Allison’s look. And even at the beach Diego would probably be packing at least three knives. Probably more.

Luther had been fine at first, and was Claire’s favourite uncle. But then  the Holy Trinity of Stupid; hitherto named Klaus, Luther and Diego, had loudly reminisced about the all the times Luther had accidentally injured them during training when they were kids. Even Five had joined in; Luther  smacking him hard enough into the wall after a mis-timed jump and cracking his arm during combat training were ironically some of his clearer memories. Allison trusted Luther with Claire’s life, but she had looked a little green around the gills as they all laughed about it.

Viktor hadn’t done anything to directly inspire worry, but Allison had told Luther she was worried about Claire finding out what she’d done to her sibling when they were children. Five had stopped listening to the phone call once Allison started crying, feeling more than a little guilty about his eavesdropping.

So, Allison was apprehensive about Family Fun-Time at the Beach because it involved Family Fun-Time. Otherwise known as ill-facilitated chaos.

Klaus worried about taking Ben to the ocean and Ben being sad about only being able to be so-corporeal in the ocean. A guilt Five felt Klaus didn’t need to put on himself, given that without him there would be no beach for Ben. But he’d been told he had a rather unsympathetic view on things and asked to leave. It didn’t help that Ben was apparently desperate to go to the ocean and also sad about it, apparently.

Or so Five could tell from what he’d heard when he stood nearby Klaus’ room at night, or followed him at night down the street, or when he was hiding in the pantry eating fluffed-nutter sandwiches and just listening to his siblings being alive.

-

Friday lunchtime and Five thought that most of the pre-beach drama had probably run its course, that said nothing for what would blow up when they were actually there in typical Hargreeves-style. And he counted the journey to and from as a separate nightmarish entity altogether, but at least this time he was one of the cats to be herded, not the one doing the herding. Small mercies.

They were just lucky that Lila had decided not to come. Apparently their powers ‘gave her a headache’ whilst she was pregnant. Five had gone to visit her out of boredom and sibling duty, and swore to report back on the idiocy for her, and had somehow gotten roped into shopping.

‘Just zap us all there, I want to feel alive again.’

‘You could do it yourself.’ He pointed out, and she groaned and grabbed his hand. They did that a lot, held hands. Five had actually come to enjoy the brusque contact with his most violent sister. There remained a certain comfort in the knowledge he was holding the hand of another killer.

‘Don’t be a prick.’ She groaned. He waited, brow raised. ‘Look you’re more practiced than me alright! I don’t want to jump there and find out little Lila Junior is all over the floor somewhere else!’

‘Okay that’s disgusting.’ He’d blinked them just to stop the conversation, but not so quick that he hadn’t seen her wicked grin at his pain.

And, of course, after jumping that far, he didn’t have the juice to escape.

‘Do you even own anything that isn’t some god-awful dark academia bullshit?’

‘Rich coming from a punk.’

‘You’re going to the beach not a banquet-‘ They’d snapped and bitten at each other whilst grinning through their shark teeth and Lila had forced him to buy a pair of truly heinous swimming trunks about the length of the Academy shorts he’d used to wear. At least until Allison had dragged him out shopping again.

‘You wore that nice suit in the Sparrow timeline, you do not need to go back to looking like a prep-school kid.’

At least Allison had taste.

And secretly, Five had been glad that someone had made him do it. Old routines were the hardest to break for him when they seemed so ultimately unimportant.

‘Sunglasses!’ Lila belted out, breaking his musings and dragged him roughly over to a stand. She’d fussed over trying on shades and insisting on him doing the same and Five had allowed himself to pick out a pair he actually quite liked.

They suit you better than those goggles. Five huffed a smile at that. Dolores always had deplored his apocalyptic wardrobe.

‘I just, I want to be out there, but I’m not sure I’m ready to be out there.’ Five’s head popped up over the sunglasses stand.

‘Viktor? Luthor?’

‘Five!’

‘Lila?’

‘There’s the boys! No Klaus?’

‘He was, um, what are you doing here?’ Luther stumbled the words, other than Klaus and Five, the siblings were still somewhat awkward around Diego’s partner. Lila didn’t let it show, but Five thought the distance there bothered her. Five certainly wasn’t the one to know what to do about it. Klaus had told him he ‘imprinted’, like a duckling, and that had been enough ‘friendship’ talk to last another lifetime.

And he got embarrassed enough by Diego’s obvious happiness at him taking the time to include Lila.

Five held up the shorts he was being frog-marched into buying.

Not that there was a point, because he wouldn’t be stepping foot in the ocean ever again.

‘Apparently this is required dress code.’

‘Oh, same.’ Luther grinned a bit, before his face fell. Viktor, who’d been the one talking earlier, looked a little sullen.

‘No offence, but me and my spawn are going to walk away from all this.’ Lila gestured and excited stage left back towards the child section where, embarrassingly, Five had just come from to get the shorts in his hand. She had meant that their powers were bothering her, a weird pregnancy side-effect, but the pair of them looked a little slapped in the face.

‘What’s up with you two?’ Five asked, coming around the sunglasses stand to eye them up and down better. ‘Was it Diego? It’s usually Diego.’

‘What? No.’ Luther insisted. Viktor cleared his throat.

‘It’s just,’ Viktor paused for a breath and looked to Luther, who nodded encouragingly. ‘It’s hard to, cross some hurdles, with the dysmorphia.’

‘It’ll get easier, or I hope it will.’ Luther’s half-encouragement was half-hearted but well meaning, and Viktor offered him a small sad smile. Five just frowned at them.

‘Dysmorphia?’ He rolled the word around, squinting. ‘The medical condition?’ He frowned harder. In a sense, Luther’s ape-like physicality could be called that. But Sloane had gone a long way to helping with that. But she wasn’t fully welcomed into the loving disaster that was his family yet, so she wouldn’t be at the beach. Maybe that was the problem.

He’d said the wrong thing, Luther was flushed in embarrassment and Viktor put a hand on his arm before cutting in.

‘No, well-‘

‘Sort of, in my case. Both I guess.’ Luther spoke over Viktor, seeming to pull in his confidence with a truly remarkable strength. Strength of character that their father had always failed to measure. Much like Viktor’s patience.

‘Body dysmorphia. It’s when you might feel like the way your body looks isn’t how you think it should be. It’s how I felt, before. And somedays there’s another new hurdle to cross.’

‘It’s not comfortable, the idea of being on show like that.’ They managed their words with aplomb, but Five was somewhere between them and himself.

Maybe that was selfish, but he found himself looking at his own hands as they spoke, jaw a little slack.

Dysmorphia.

‘Oh.’ He didn’t have many more words for them, but the silence suggested he should, so he pulled away from himself and looked to them again. ‘What are you going to do about it?’

Taken aback a little by the blunt question, they looked at each other. Viktor found his voice first.

‘We were debating between making a ’t-shirts are ok’ pact or a-‘

‘’Skin or nothing’ oath.’ Luther finished. Five didn’t think he had the skill set to say the right thing.

You do. Dolores insisted softly. You’re kinder than you think.

‘Well, let me know what you decide.’ He offered, hoping he was somewhere on the track to wiping the misery off their faces. Three apocalypses and it’s still the human condition bringing us all down. ‘I’ll join you.’ Decidedly he nodded, and turned to make sure Lila wasn’t getting caught shoplifting. Honestly her skills needed some improvement. Although she would probably say the same about him.

Viktor and Luther’s seaside-problems Five could understand maybe a bit better on a personal level than those afflicting the rest of his family, because there was a certain degree of dysmorphia to all their bodily situations that didn’t bother dwelling on but couldn’t not be dwelt on at the beach. It wasn’t like he enjoyed looking at himself in the mirror, so on some level he got it.

He’d bring a t-shirt in case.

-

Despite their united worry, and Five’s pessimism, the Hargreeves family all descended on the mansion Friday evening for their trip to the beach the following day.

Five nearly blinked to the roof when Claire ran up and hugged him, standing with his fists clenched throughout and then vanishing behind the bar. As in hidden behind the bar. He had long ago sworn to Allison that he wouldn’t drink in front of Claire. They could at least both agree that she was a child.

Luther and surprisingly Viktor got drunk on the other side of the bar and Klaus merrily joined in.

Lila dropped Diego off to stay overnight since they had an early start come the morning, and Five contemplated blinking into their car to escape whilst Diego shouted at her to not do anything criminal while he was gone.

Allison escaped to smoke twice in between fretting about which sibling to entrust Claire to in the meantime, and quickly decided to just put Claire to bed instead.

Five listened to it all hidden behind the bar. Klaus knew he was there, he kept passing his glass down for Five to refill. Five left a shot out for Ben as well, because it felt polite, Even if apparently Ben disapproved of alcohol.

All too soon, they were turning in for the night in dribs and drabs.

Five hung on until the end. Surprisingly with Luther and Viktor.

‘Ahem.’ Luther cleared his throat and knocked a little sloppily on the bar top as they were turning to go. Five had been humming ‘Dream a little Dream of me’ for Dolores for the last few minutes and hiccupped himself to a stop. ‘For tomorrow, no shirts.’

‘No shirts!’ Viktor chorused loudly and very, very drunk, toppling a little from the sounds of it.

‘No shirts!’ Luther joined in and the pair stumbled up for the night.

‘No shirts.’ He toasted to the air, took his last swig and went to pick up Dolores-

But she wasn’t there. The shop had thrown her away.

In a flash the martini glass he’d been drinking from smashed against the bar where he’d thrown it.

You’re gonna have to clean that up now.

‘I know, I know.’

He ignored the catch in his voice as he moved to do just that, craving to hold her and getting glass shards instead.

—

‘Get up Five! Christ, there’s always one.’

‘And it’s usually him, or you. Actually it's usually you.’

‘Shut up and help me! Oh wait you can’t.’

‘Wow, low blow.’

‘Oh I can go lower-‘

‘Shut up.’ Five smacked his pillow at Klaus like a true teenager and glowered. His hair was ruffled and he smelt like a bar.

‘You look like some nasty little cat I found on the sidewalk and just want to put in a blanket,’ Klaus half-crooned, half sneered, grabbing his grumbling gremlin of a brother. ‘Now come on, get up and showered or Allison will have our asses.’

‘Have our asses!’ All three of them turned with slightly horrified gazes to see Claire standing in the door giggling, fingers pressed over her mouth and looking like she knew exactly what she was doing. The little tyrant. With a final giggle she turned and ran. ‘Mooooooom!’

‘No no no no no!’ Klaus abandoned Five to his fate and sprinted off after his favourite little terror of a niece. If she made it to Allison, they were all doomed.

She made it Allison.

Five managed to get himself somewhat presentable, down the stairs and into clothes. In fact they all did, more or les on time, it was a Hargreeves miracle.

‘Loving the shorts buddy. You needed more colour in your wardrobe.’

‘Keep talking and I’ll sk-‘ Five stopped himself, Ben snorted uncharitably behind Klaus’ shoulder as Claire looked eerily around at them, eyes wide and guileless. Klaus cleared his throat whilst Five’s brain seemed to re-wire itself, clutching his coffee for dear life and eyes shielded by shades. ‘Skkkunk you.’

‘Skunk you.’ Claire mouthed, hand benignly in Allison’s, eyes bright with hell-fire.

‘Skunk me?’ Klaus turned to Five again, disbelief and laughter battling for dominance in his chest. ‘That’s the best you could do?’

‘Keep talking, and you’ll find out.’ Five’s coffee got grumbled into and Ben guffawed behind them.

‘You’re both idiots.’

‘Shut up Ben!’

‘Dead Uncle Ben’s here?!’ Klaus shrivelled under the weight of Allison’s incredulous raised brows turning to him with the sweet promise of death as Ben ‘awwed’ behind him.

-

Allison had already had to put up with Claire having a tantrum about not being able to talk to Uncle Ben, and had thrown her hands in the air when  Klaus had said Ben also wanted to talk to Claire.

‘Sure, why not! Let’s just wheel her right into therapy rather than window-shopping it!’ She had stormed to the back of the bus and sat next to Five, because he was currently the quietest and she saw the least of him.

Ben’s blue conjured form absolutely enchanted Claire, and her eyes swelled so large and happy and un-affected by rumour as she looked gleefully between Dead Uncle Ben and her Mom that it made Allison’s heart lighter.

Watching Ben form into what existence Klaus could give him was always a delight, if a bittersweet one, and Allison found herself relaxing a bit at watching the joint joy on her child and brother’s faces.

They had taken the bus to the beach, changed three times and by the time the ocean breeze was coming salty and refreshing through the window Allison’s hungover siblings had drunk enough coffee, water and juice to grace the land of the living. Viktor and Luther had woken from their nap enough to tease Diego about his upcoming life of parenthood. She’d berate them, or join them, but honestly they were just the warm up act for the terror Allison herself could inspire if she told Diego the truth of parenting. But she didn’t quite want to do that.

Something in her knew the horrors too well to joke about them right now, the emotions always too present. And some dark voice inside her said that she didn’t get to lord it over anyone. Not with the mess she’d made the first time round.

And probably was making, letting her kid talk to her ghost Uncle.

‘It’ll be fine.’ Allison jolted a bit, and glanced down at Five, slumped still somewhat bonelessly, dressed in a plain top and tropical beach shorts that were almost the same shade of yellow as Allison’s own bikini under her wrap dress. Five was alert enough to be verbal, which was good, but not quite enough to move further down the bus and put up with their family’s particular brand of unending bullshit.

‘What will?’ She asked, bewildered. ‘This family trip? I’m pretty sure its’ already gone way better than it should, which means we’re due for a tsunami at least.’ He snickered at that and she smiled at the rarely heard sound.

‘Well I won’t disagree, but I meant Claire with Ben. If anyone can talk sense to her, it’s the one who usually holds the brain cell.’

And Five was somewhat right. Despite the way he very awkwardly coughed and looked through his fringe out the window when Claire came to sit between them.

‘Mom, I’m sorry about pretending to see Dead Uncle, I mean, Uncle Ben at school. I know it’s a Serious Topic now.’ She nodded solemnly, and Allison felt her face crease up in adoration at the attemptive-adult look on her daughter’s angelic face. And the apology that she wasn’t sure she deserved, but couldn’t help melting over. ‘But that doesn’t mean I’ll stop talking about him because Uncle Ben and Death are important.’ And just like that, adoration turned to the sort of disbelief that only children could inspire. Five snorted.

‘Smart kid.’ He muttered, and Allison found her smile reforming.

‘Thank you Claire, and you’re right, those are important topics. We’ll have a talk about bluntness at, a much, much later date.’ Because there were only so many Serious Parenting Moments she could handle before 10 in the morning. She thought she had an easy out, but then Five was turning to Claire with a devilish look at Allison over his glasses and a truly awful smile. Her stomach dropped.

‘Whatever she says don’t listen to her, your Mom mastered bluntness at age Six.’

‘Six?!’

‘Six.’ Five nodded.

‘I think you should go talk to Uncle Ben while he’s here sweetie, Uncle Klaus can only keep him visible so long-‘

‘But I wanna talk to Uncle Five too!’

‘No you don’t-‘ Allison and Five flashed each other an awkward look at their matching words.

‘Hey Claire! Claire! Wanna see the octopus in Uncle Ben’s belly-‘

‘NO SHOWING HER THE HORROR!’ Allison shouted as Claire squealed and ran for a glaring Ben and shit-eating Klaus.

She didn’t have one child, she had a whole bus of them.

-

The beach spray in the air wasn’t like he’d thought it would be.

Five watched the unreal blue hue of the ocean, heard the waves crash rather than slosh thickly, felt sand rather than trash and rubble under his feet.

It was beautiful.

‘So, we doing this?’

‘We’re doing this.’ He glanced to Luther and Viktor. They’d set up their family’s base-camp on the beach, and Allison was over at the nearby changing huts getting Claire sorted. Diego had set them up under one of the available umbrellas and was lecturing Klaus on sunscreen. Because of course he was.

Red rays from the too-hot sunlight burnt through the distorted atmosphere, piercing dust-and-storm clouds, lighting the grey sloshing water in an eerie light.

‘Don’t you want to swim? I always wanted to swim.’

‘Hey Five!’ Sand hit him in the face. Five spluttered and spun around. No crap littering the golden sands. Just his family and the blue tide. Disguising his shaky breath, Five glared at Diego. ‘You too, sun cream, come on line up.’

‘Sun cream Nazi.’

‘Want me to spray it in your face Klaus?’ Klaus just groaned, turning around obediently as Diego sprayed an endless can of aerosol ‘factor 30’ onto his pale skin.

‘Might as well get it over with Five. He’ll have his way.’ Klaus pouted.

‘That I will, alright, you’re done, come back in three hours.’

‘Alright Mom.’ Klaus mocked with a grin and escaped away, donning his brimmed hat and heading to the ocean.

‘You’re up.’ Diego beckoned him over and Five shook his head snorting.

‘The sun’s not even radioactive at this point.’ Diego stared and then grabbed him.

‘You’re the most in danger, young skin is important to protect.’

‘Get off me!’ Five snatched the can and roughly sprayed over himself before throwing it back. ‘Happy?’

‘That’s not how you apply sunscreen bro.’

‘Its literally what you just did.’

‘No sunscreen, no sun.’ Diego stated with an impressive amount of finality and pointed at the towels under the parasol where Viktor and Luther were lurking. Beyond them, Allison was running after Claire to the water.

‘Fine by me.’ He wasn’t swimming anyway, and he’d had enough of the sun’s harsh rays. Diego seemed appeased, and headed to the ocean himself.

Five settled down and, seeing his remaining brothers had already removed their shirts, did the same. Solidarity and all.

Job done, he settled back, and watched the ocean.

It was even more mesmeric now than it had been back then, thick with ash and ruined life, but the largest amount of water he’d seen in months.

He hadn’t washed in months.

Is it even real? Dolores laughed at him

‘Of course it’s real.’ Walking there had been a dream, heart thudding, shedding clothes along the way haphazardly, stumbling over ruble and Dolores in his arms, in a dream till the water sloshed over his ankles.

The sensation had sent shivers up his spine.

‘Hey, you swimming?’ Viktor nudged him back into focus and Five looked around him, glad of the sunglasses hiding his eyes.

‘No.’

‘Really? But we’re at the beach, and it’s pretty empty, even Luther’s in.’ It took Five a moment to notice that yes, he was. Tossing Claire up in the air and into the water as she squealed in delight. Diego looked like he was doing some pretty serious swimming while Klaus and Allison lounged in the shallows.

‘You go, have fun. I’ll guard the camp. Wouldn’t want us loosing our clothes.’ He got a frown at that, but Five had lost his Academy uniform that day on the beach and with it the only reminder of home he had left, the only identity he had. Not to mention the only clothes he’d had.

Just because he’d wanted to feel water and hadn’t weighed them down.

‘Well, come over when you’re ready. You’ll like it.’ He grinned in lieu of answering and Viktor shrugged and went off, both him and Luther bare-skinned from the waist up and wearing it with growing confidence.

Smiling a little, Five folded his arms behind his head and stretched his toes into the sand. It burned a bit, but the feeling was unlike anything he’d felt before. He kept doing it over and over, finally sitting up and admitting that he wanted to touch it.

Five settled off the towel and felt the sand all over, shivering, digging his fingers into it.

Dry and hot on top, cool and heavier underneath if he dug down far enough.

Golden, soft.

His fingers found a shell and Five took a while staring at the delicate pattern, mesmerised. He looked for more.

‘What are you doing?’ Five had to get a better handle on being snuck up on. He looked around to see Claire staring at him, rocking on her feet.

‘Finding shells.’ He replied.

‘I’ll help!’ She lay down next to the hole he’d dug and reached her arms in to tease through the sand. ‘They’re pretty.’

‘Uh, sure.’ Seeing how deep Claire had to reach into the hole, Five looked around and winced. Half of their belongings were covered in sand and to match the hole was a large mountain he’d moved aside, digging straight down mindlessly.

‘Is this one good?’ Claire pulled out a long, thin shell, poking Five’s knee with it.

‘Its great.’ He took it and tried not to feel her eyes on him as he looked it over. ‘It’s a razor clam shell.’ He offered, turning it over in his fingers and admiring the barred pattern. He put it in the ‘clam’ pile.

‘Really? What’s this one.’

‘A snail.’

‘And this one?’ Five glanced over from where he’d reached for another speck of porcelain white buried in the sand.

‘A crab claw.’

‘Where’s the rest of the crab?’

‘Given that that’s it’s arm, I’m assuming that it’s dead.’

‘Like Uncle Ben.’

‘Like Uncle Ben. Although, I don’t know if crabs have ghosts that stick around, that’s really an ethical and philosophical debate on the presence of a soul and frankly it’s exhausting.’

‘Oh.’

‘Claire! There you are, don’t run off like that!’ Allison looked vaguely harassed as she hurried to them. ‘Oh, Five, thanks for looking after her.’

‘Don’t mention it.’ He replied, somewhat guilty where he had moved to sit in the hole he’d dug, and hadn’t even noticed Claire being ‘missing’ in the first place. He’d been too focused by the texture of sand and delicate shells.

‘What are you two doing?’ The frown and amused quirk to her mouth suggested that this wasn’t normal.

‘Uncle Five’s collecting shells.’ Incredulous eyes turned his way, Five scowled.

‘I can stop.’ He snapped out.

‘No, no Five, it’s okay. People collect shells at the beach.’ Her assurance was swift but gentle, genuine. Claire was looking at him wide-eyed.

‘Oh. Okay.’ He replied, somewhat derailed from defending himself.

Prickly. Five ignored Dolores’ fond chuckle.

‘Impressive hole Five.’ Luther came up behind Allison and Five hopped out enough to sit on the rim of his sand pit. Claire squealed on seeing him and reached up to be lifted, she kept hold of the crab claw.

‘What is that?’

‘It’s Uncle Five’s dead crab!’

‘Don’t touch things like that!’ Allison wrestled it from Claire  who pouted.

‘Uncle Five touched it!’

‘Well, he’s a heathen, not a lady.’ Five snorted, but didn’t deny it. ‘Let’s go wash your hands.’ Claire was led away with a plea of ‘but mooooooom’ and Luther took her place.

‘You’re not swimming?’

‘Apparently I’m collecting shells.’ Five gestured over to the neatly sorted collection he’d accumulated.

Dolores liked them.

‘I just thought you were digging a hole. Maybe we should make a sand castle.’

‘A what?’ Luther was already gathering the sand Five had piled up and grinned.

‘I’ll show you! I used to try and make miniature ones on the moon with the moon dust I collected, but we could make a really big one!’ The childlike enthusiasm was enough to stir Five’s eternal curiosity, he followed Luther out of his hole and felt the sun lap his skin as they began forming a ‘foundation’.

It was surprisingly enjoyable. Therapeutically technical.

It looks good.

It did, Five thought.

Give it a tower for me, like a princess would have.

‘It needs a tower.’

‘Good idea. And a flag.’

They built for a while before Diego came to join them and added himself in with a comment of ‘sick’. They stuck one of Diego’s knives in the top in place of a flag and Viktor and Klaus came by with a heaping assortment of lunch foods.

‘Feeding time at the zoo!’

Allison and Claire followed having been in the sea again, and Five got up and stretched from where he’d been hunched over. The water glittered in the sun.

Five thought he might like the beach.

‘Five, your back!’

‘What about it?’ Five looked at Diego askance but got pushed under the shade.

‘It’s coming up red already, I told you to stay in the shade.’

‘Such a parent in the making.’ Klaus teased. ‘What? I think it’s sweet, really!’ Ben, apparently, was getting involved.

‘I’m fine.’ Five protested, but was wrangled onto one of their sandy towels and he watched bemused as Diego wetted a t-shirt and draped it over Five’s shoulders. The coolness did feel good, he hadn’t realised how hot his skin had gotten. Sometimes it was hard to feel things.

‘After lunch, you’re putting sunscreen on.’ Diego warned with a raised finger and firm stare. ‘Now drink your water.’

‘You’re not the boss of me.’ But he wasn’t about to waste water, so he drunk what he was given and ate the hotdog passed his way and listened to their chatter. With the distraction of the sand gone, his thoughts ticked lazily back to the last ocean trip he’d had.

He’d been so hungry that time that he’d contemplated eating one of the rotting fish carcasses before deciding better.

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#the umbrella academy #tua #five hargreeves #diego hargreeves #klaus hargreeves #luther hargreeves #tua fan fiction #tua fanfic #allison hargreeves #viktor hargreeves #ben hargreeves #family bonding #slice of life #wip

[deejadabbles]

I am here to stir the pots thots! After the delicious ideas that arose in this post (especially in the comments lol) I couldn't get this idea out of my head. @blueink-bluesoul I hope this is a fitting apology for adding to your WIPs 😜

(Implied) Hunter x reader x Hound

warnings for: highly suggestive themes (Minors DNI) jealous and possessive Hunter, predator/prey elements and vibes, scent kink, mentions of alcohol.

Hunter had never considered himself a possessive man.

Slow to trust? Sure. Protective of his loved ones? Absolutely. Overly protective of some? Well, he was too big of a man to wave off the notion without thought.

But possessive?

Hunter had never considered it, or jealously, for that matter. That is, until he met Hound. More specifically, until he saw the way you lit up around Hound.

You had spent the first year of the war on Coruscant, working closely with the Corrie Guard, until your skills landed you with the Bad Batch. It made sense that you had...old friends, that some of the boys in red and white had gotten your affection long before you even met Hunter and the others.

Logically, he knew that, but even still, Hunter couldn't deny the clench of anger that filled his chest when he saw you run at the ARF trooper with that adorable smile. And he certainly couldn't deny the growl that escaped him when said trooper scooped you up in his arms and held you tight.

He couldn't stay annoyed at the other man for long, though, especially not when Hound was so enthusiastic as he pulled Hunter into a brotherly hand shake when you introduced them. Still, with you squished between them in a booth at 79's, Hunter couldn't shake the nagging urge to pull you against him every time Hound rubbed your shoulder or nuzzled against your skin. Especially since you giggled every time he did it.

"You know, Hound, I think Hunter's the only trooper that may have your tracking skills beat."

That brought him out of his possessive musings, your praise like music to his ears. Hound did not seem bothered by your comment, if anything, the ARF trooper quirked a brow in interest.

"Oh yeah? That's high praise coming from you, cyare. That true, Sarge?"

Tech was always the best one at bragging (or, "stating fact" as he called it) but somehow, Hunter couldn't find it in himself to be humble right now.

"I'm the best tracker in the GAR," but, because he still had a nice side, he added, "I'm sure you've got some skills too, though."

That made Hound laugh, a bark of a thing, staying true to his name. "Oh, that almost sounded like a challenge, brother."

"Ooo," you smiled into your drink, eyes darting between the two of them, "now that's something I'd like to see."

Hunter flicked his eyes down to you, and he liked the way you squirmed a little under his half-lidded gaze. "Maybe we should test our skills against each other." He looked back up at Hound, who was wearing a mischievous, toothy grin.

"I'm in, how do you want to do this?" The way Hound looked down at you, much in the same way Hunter couldn't keep his eyes off you, gave the sergeant an idea.

"You wanna help us, mesh'la?" Hunter asked, making sure his tone was low, the tone that he new made your heart race.

Your throat clenched as you swallowed, "How would I do that?"

Hound made a knowing sound, his grin somehow getting wider. "I think he wants us to track you, sweetheart. Wants us hunt you across Coruscant."

Oh, Hunter could feel your reaction to that and if all this time around you in the tight quarters of the Marauder hadn't taught him a new level of self control, he might have given into the urge to slip his hand down your body right there.

Instead, Hunter said, "Catching you would be the best prize, after all."

Maker, if he could smell your excitement already, what state would you be in when they track you down and caught you like a scared doe?

"Al-" you had to clear your throat, "Alright, I'll be your little prize."

Hound sounded more like a cat when he purred, "That's the brave girl I remember. This is going to be fun."

Hunter scooted back in his seat, allowing you just enough room to squeeze past him and leave the booth. "We'll give you a head start, mesh'la. Don't make this easy on us."

If you were shocked at the abruptness of the command, you didn't let it show. Instead, you downed the last of your drink, made sure your perfect ass brushed against him as you climbed out of the booth, and scurried away at a fast pace.

Hunter could feel something primal stirring low in his stomach, and, sitting beside him, he knew Hound was feeling the same thing.

#this is actually just a ploy to egg on that WIP sev XD #hunter x reader #tbb hunter x reader #hound x reader #ARF trooper hound x reader #deeja writes #spicy lemons

[carbonfiction]

Hiraeth ; Part 1?

(A homesickness for a home or person to which you cannot return, a home which maybe never was; the nostalgia, the yearning, the grief for the lost places of your past)

Summary: Sometimes Karl would have dreams, of a small girl with the prettiest smile and hair like strands of ambered gold. She'd play with smaller him in the dirt, dress covered in mud and dust like it didnt even matter to her. She was his best girl, his favorite, the daughter of a shepherd. The only one to give him the time of day and didnt judge him for being.. Well, Him.

He just wished he remembered her name or why he would dream of her.

A/N: Im not too sure where im going with this so please bare with me- also hi, not yet dead, just fell into a large pit of negative feeling. Take this WIP as my return? I guess?? Hopefully this makes sense and hopefully more to come! Lemme know what you think!

Also posted on AO3

Karl was dreaming again, snores slipping from his lips. It was part of the same dream he always seemed to have, of summer days and a childhood he could no longer truly recollect.

This time he'd run through long cleared mining caverns and the tall grass of fields, all weathers, all terrain, chasing gleeful laughter ahead of him. It was a distinctly feminine little laugh, flowy and light, carefree in only the way a child could be. He would play chase until his lungs burnt and his legs could no longer carry him, then and only then, would she appear.

She’d stand above his head peering down as he lay wherever his legs dropped him, head tilted with a smile full of mischief.

“Too slow again!, i told you i could run fast and you wouldn’t catch me, slowpoke” She’d tease him, tounge poking out her rosy lips, her small boot making gentle contact with his shoulder enough to jostle his body.

“Yeah, yeah, you got me. Not my fault your little magic boots beat mine, Karl-0 you-100” he’d tease back to her wheezing, finally sitting up but panting like a damn dog

She’d laugh again then as she smoothed out her dress, pretty and pale, and sat beside him in whatever dirt or trodden land they were in. “they aren’t magic boots silly, they are from the same cobbler who made yours! My daddy says im just quick on my feet, from helping chase the sheep probably.”

Karl would roll his eyes, huffing under his breath about her magic boots, sheep be damned.

She’d stay with him then, no care for his brooding or his loss of their game and talk. The two of them simply conversing and laughing and playing just about anything and everything, nonsense or otherwise, until a bellowed shout would come from the direction of the little village.

Then and only then would she leave him, bidding him a little wave and a shout as she bound off “night Karl! Same time tomorrow alright?”

Hed always watch her leave, belly sore from laughter and cheeks from the smile he’d find on his face. her hair bounced in its ribbon held ponytail, the back of her dress dirty from sitting and rolling on the ground.

Then, once she had left his sight, just as always, he’d wake. Leaving his little dreamland just as lost to himself as when he had begun having these dreams? Nightmares?

#karl heisenberg #karl heisenberg x reader #resident evil #resident evil village #a wip if i ever saw one #please bare with me #i dont know what im doing #but theres ideas #re village

[cranberrymoons]

🧟‍♂️ franken-wips 😎

Rules: post 3-6 sentences of your most recent WIP's, with titles, and people can send you asks for more 3-6 sentence snippets! tag as many people as you want or just use this as a reason to add a few new sentences to your projects!

I was tagged by @hbyrde36 and THANK YOU because I have been absent for a few weeks while i tried wrap my head around my own writing (do you ever do that? have a weeks-long existential crisis about your own writing and disappear as a result? anyway..........)

{untitled steddie cowboys fic} (this is due in a few days and i STILL do not have a title for it)

After a few minutes of walking, they find themselves at the door to a saloon, a sign overhead advertising Clean Rooms: $3. “They’d better be, for that much money,” Robin says as they lean against the wall of a building across the street, eyeing the place up. Their shoulders bump together, and she bites down on the end of one of the pins she’s kept tucked up in her hair since they left Louisiana three days ago. “What d’you think?” Steve makes a soft, doubtful noise. It looks pretty dim, and there aren’t many people around. He’d feel better back on the main street where the crowd is easier to disappear into, where they can make a quick getaway if they need to. He’s about to say as much when the door to the saloon pushes open, revealing a man with a guitar slung over his back, a cigarette hanging loose from his lips.

{untitled 911/buddie fic} (lmao i had never even WATCHED this show until a couple weeks ago and then i wrote 10k about them in a single weekend rip 🤦‍♀️ genuinely do not worry about it)

“What, you don’t want to marry me? The moms at school already think we are.” Their hips knock together, and Buck flexes his hand in Eddie’s grasp as the other comes to settle at his waist in the mirror of a dancing pose. “I know they do,” Buck says quietly. He raises his eyebrows. “And I didn’t say I don’t. Seems like you just never asked.”

{untitled steddie summer exchange fic}

i'm not allowed to share snippets from this but it's in the works 😇

the seas be ours (steddie pirates au that I DESPERATELY need to update once i get the rest of my miscellaneous projects under control)

“Found her tied up in the hull,” Eddie’s saying. He nudges his foot against hers, drawing her attention away from Steve. “Hey, you got a name?” She blinks up at him then narrows her eyes. “Yeah.” She tilts her chin. “You got any food?” “Yeah,” Eddie says. “We do.”

tagging @medusapelagia @thefreakandthehair @urmomsonfire @penny00dreadful @wynnyfryd @steddieas-shegoes @shares-a-vest @starryeyedjanai

#tag games #my fic

[maesterchill]

WIP Snip Tuesday

(it can be a thing!)

Thanks for the tags @tackytigerfic and @wolfpants - your snippets were a delight! Find them here and here. I'll post a snip from the fic I attempted to write for Wireless, but never got even close to finishing. Perhaps some day.

It was after a raid on Dervish and Banges two months later that Harry saw Malfoy again. After he and Ron had arrested the illegal artefact dealers and had them Portkeyed into custody, Harry went for a little walk through Hogsmeade village. 

He hadn't intended on Madam Puddifoots as his destination. Not consciously at least, but he realised after five minutes that his feet had led him there. It might have had something to do with Malfoy standing outside the entrance on a stepladder stretching for something with his wand.  Over-stretching by the look of it—Malfoy’s jumper was riding right up his back, and he’d gone up onto his tiptoes. 

"Careful!" Harry shouted, to which Malfoy startled, and wobbled, and tried to right himself, and then wobbled some more, until finally the stepladder tipped over, bringing Malfoy down with it.

Thankfully Harry had one of those new wand holsters. Nought to spellcasting in zero point four seconds, or so the saleswix said. It was thus he managed to soften Malfoy’s fall with a speedy Cushioning Charm. 

Was Malfoy grateful? No, of course he bloody wasn't. Shouting at Harry and calling him all manner of offensive names, and Harry had certainly never heard Godric Gryffindor’s name used in such an imaginative and crude way before. It was kind of impressive.

Harry wasn’t sure what he’d expected from Draco Malfoy really and put his hands up in an I surrender fashion. Malfoy stopped his tirade and scowled, picking up his wand and pocketing it. His cheeks were pink, and they ballooned as he blew warm air onto his hands.

“Sorry, Malfoy, it looked like you were about to fall, so I thought—”

“You thought you’d make sure that I did by roaring at me at full volume.”

“Well, no, that wasn’t my… Listen, can I buy you a drink to apologise?” Harry was as surprised as Malfoy looked by that question. It was clear neither of them had been expecting it.

Malfoy frowned. “It’s quite obvious that I’m working, Potter. Besides, as an employee, I get all the free tea I like, so I’m really not that thirsty.”

“Alright, fair enough. Well, I’m heading to the Three Broomsticks now for a butterbeer or three, so if you get off soon and you change your mind—”

“I’m not off for another forty minutes, so I…” He paused and fiddled with his scarf, pulling it tighter around his neck. “Anyway, I’m not sure your girlfriend would be too impressed, you buying drinks for someone like—”

“I’m single, actually. Have been for a few months. But that’s not— This isn’t a date," Harry laughed. Perhaps a little too loudly. "I just wanted to say sorry for giving you a fright. So, yeah, pop over when you're done. I should still be there.”

“Oh.” More scarf-twisting. “I see. Well, I shall think about it.”

“Do,” Harry said, feeling pleased for some reason. Walking away with a whistle.

Malfoy never showed up. 

Which was a relief really, Harry thought as he went to bed that evening. He would’ve had to have had a conversation with him, and that would just have been awkward. 

It was just, well Harry’d been wondering why Malfoy worked at Puddifoots, of all places. Wondering for a while.

#yet another fic with light stalker harry potter wondering if draco malfoy is up to something #because why not #it is my catnip #my emotional support trope #drarry #drarry wip #drarry wip snip #maesterchill writes

[xenon-demon]

WIP Weekend! 🖋️

So I've been tagged in various WIP games this week by @stobinesque @penny00dreadful and @steves-strapcollection - thank you all Very Much for the tags!! <3 (even if the tags were because I am an Enabler Of Fic, I recognise my true calling is to be a hype man and writing is my side gig lmao)

Anyway I have a reasonably free weekend this weekend and a BURNING DESIRE to get something ao3-ready. Also FYI these rules are a slightly modified version of the ones Sam (penny00dreadful) is using, because I am using the "Fuck It We Ball" approach and cobbling together all the various WIP games into something that will work for me.

🎆 Rules 🎆

In a reblog (or new post w/ rules attached), post up to five (5) filenames of your WIPs; not titles, file names.

Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We’re posting progress here. If you haven’t made any, go make some and come back to post!

After you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write 3 sentences in that file. If the filename is one you can’t share from (for example, an event fic), write 3 sentences on it anyway, and then 3 more on another to share.

That’s it! You can invite others to join in, or just post. If you tag me in your post, I will send you an ask request!

I am listing my WIP names as a poll; the poll will run for 24 hours and at the end I'll do the maths on how many votes each WIP received. I'll then set a goal to write 100 words per vote* for each WIP, and make a post of the vote breakdown for accountability! (*I may change this to be more than 100 words per vote if I don't get many votes in total.)

Snippet from "steve overstimulation projection manifesto" (SOPM) under the cut!

So yeah. Eddie can’t handle sudden change, big deal.

Steve can, for the most part; he's a lot more adaptable. No, Steve's weakness is people.

It took Eddie a while to realize it, and even then, he didn't truly understand until after they'd started dating. After all, how could the former King of Hawkins High possibly find socializing difficult? Eddie remembers all those bitter glances he used to shoot King Steve's way, jealous of how effortlessly he commanded the court of public opinion - not that he'd ever admit to it. But then Steve fell from grace, underwent more character growth than Eddie thought one man was capable of, and now Eddie knows the truth: uneasy lies the head that wears a crown. (Eddie is forever in debt to his freshman year English teacher for pointing him in the direction of the battered copy of the Complete Works of Shakespeare in Hawkins Public Library. If only poor Mr Collins knew Eddie was only interested so he could use it as inspiration for D&D campaigns.)

Steve is absolutely charismatic; he knows how to tell people exactly what they want to hear, or make them feel special in a way that keeps them coming back for more. The catch is it's an intentional act. It's a mask that Steve used to be terrified he could never take off, as he mournfully confessed to Eddie one night while sharing a joint in the trailer. As it turns out, Steve just needed better friends; with Robin, with the kids, with Eddie, he finds it so easy to just be himself. He doesn't have to censor himself or fret over what image he's presenting to the world, and can instead relax and actually enjoy the company. Steve's joked around with Eddie before that it's actually kind of good for their relationship that Steve used to have to try so hard - he knows how to flirt without even consciously thinking about it. What Steve doesn't know is that he could go into graphic detail about the shape of his toenails and Eddie would still be listening with hearts in his eyes.

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And now some tags, both for visibility and as an invitation to join in if you'd like to/aren't already doing a writing game for the weekend! <3

@sailing-through-hawkins @onirislanding @inairbinad @eriquin @scarcrossdlvrs @patchworkgargoyle

#steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #steve x eddie #steddie fic #wip weekend #autistic steve harrington #<- is The Deal with SOPM. i promise i'll give it a real title soon <3 #also YES I still have some WIP game asks in my inbox and YES I do live in shame #unironically the hardest part is choosing what snippet to hand out lmao

[clotpolesonly]

i carve my name...(wip)

oh that one!!! that one is a very angsty sad gen Sciles thing that i started for an event like 2.5 years ago, and one of the very few things that i picked a title for before finishing it cuz i neeeeever do that 😂 (alternate title option was "such a shame that we play strangers") i think it's set fully post season 5?? season 5 was fucking rough for them lmao and i wanted to explore just how much that season broke their friendship

He doesn’t say anything now. Scott knows he’s awake, so he doesn’t bother pretending that he isn’t. For a long few seconds, they just look at each other. Then Scott looks away. He shifts on his feet. Through the darkness, Stiles can just make out the way he opens his mouth and then closes it again. Stiles finds the energy to push himself upright. He rubs at his forehead and says, with a tiredness that goes far deeper than just a lack of sleep, “Is something wrong? What’s happening?” “No,” Scott says. “No, there’s nothing— Everything’s fine, I just—” He trails off, and Stiles lets him. Scott’s hand comes up to run roughly through his hair. Silhouetted against the streetlamp outside the window, Stiles can see that it’s shaking. Scott lets out a sharp breath and meets Stiles’ eye again. “I just miss you.” The words sit heavy between them. Stiles feels like they should mean more to him, like they should hit him harder. But he’s having a hard time feeling much of anything lately, these last few days especially. He doesn’t know what it is, but everything is five steps away and he doesn’t have the strength to reach for it. Scott is five steps away. He’s right there, and isn’t this what Stiles has wanted? Isn’t that what he’s been fighting for this whole time? Not to lose Scott? He still wants that, doesn’t he?

[...]

Scott shifts beside him. “Do you remember that game we used to play?” he asks, barely more than a whisper. “When we were kids?” Stiles’ breath catches. He swallows. “Yeah.” “Can we play it again?” Eyes already stinging, Stiles lets them close. “Yeah.” It’s another minute before Scott says anything else. He used to be quick on the draw, back when they were kids, always full of words bubbling up and spilling out. Even the stuff he would never tell anyone else, he didn’t hesitate to tell Stiles. And that was the whole point of the game, wasn’t it? They started playing it after Stiles’ mom died and his dad insisted he needed to “talk to someone”. He meant a therapist, but Stiles threw a fit. He didn’t want to talk to someone, and he definitely didn’t want some old guy asking him a bunch of invasive questions and telling him how to feel. “You can talk to me instead,” Scott said then, earnest as anything. “I won’t even talk back at you! I’ll just be nobody, and I won’t ask you any questions or tell you anything. You just say whatever you want to. I won’t even look at you, if you don’t want.” It doesn’t qualify as a game, really. But they played it a lot, in those months after he lost his mom. And they played it again, after Scott’s dad left. Whenever one of them had feelings they didn’t want to admit to anybody, the other would be nobody for a night and just let them talk until they’d talked themselves out. No questions, no responses, no eye contact. Just words in open air, heard but unacknowledged. It wasn’t therapy, but it worked for them.

it gets really sad from there ok even i'd forgotten how goddamn heartbreaking this WIP is, i really should get back to and finish it someday, if only to provide myself with some fucking closure akdljfgh

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ask me about my wips!

#and the answer is #Anonymous #Sciles #Teen Wolf #fics by me

[flownwrong]

ask game yay

Happy Wincest Wednesday! (or Sunday in this case) I have a few questions for people to answer. Feel free to answer them all or just one (or none at all) even if you’re not tagged!

what song describes samdean the most?

man. i used to have a painstakingly crafted playlist with like narrative and all but it's been rendered obsolete in the couple years since by the change in both my taste and my perception of them. if i had to choose one right now, i'd go with you and i in unison by la dispute, because la dispute are 1) good poetry 2) good at longing and devotion 3) this particular song is about grief but not loss of love so it feels like a post-finale song (i encourage you to listen or read the full lyrics)

I will sing sweetly, hope that the notes change but

I do not need it to happen. I’m not resigned to it. And

If they never do I’ll sing your name in every line

Just like I did throughout this, just like I’ve always done

In every gun, the empty church, and every tortured son

In all those giving up, in all those giving in

Until I die I will sing our names in unison

my other go-to artists for them would be mount eerie and, ig, townes

if spn was set in europe, what country would the Winchesters be from? What language/languages would they speak (+ what car would they drive if not the impala, kinda)

haha okay i don't have any strong headcanons but i can tell you about a specific russian au we had going with friends and even meant to ttrpg the setting a little but it never worked out

dean was driving an old volga gaz-21 third series (which might have connotations that do not need exploring at this juncture but i'm actually very bad at both cars and soviet history lol) which would be pretty damn cool if lovingly maintained all the way from 60s to 2005 and of course dean would call it "lastochka" (a common endearment for beloved cars) only i have no idea how possible it would be for hypothetical john to get one in the first place

and he wouldn't really have grown up on bootlegs of western music so much as the likes of Kino and maybe even Grazhdanskaya Oborona which was weird af but also massively beloved across different classes subcultures and backgrounds so

talking monsters of the week, i'd love to see their ass kicked by a rusalka (mermaid but creepier) or even a domovoy for comedy (those are generally helpful but mischievous) and get into all kinds of trouble with an array of superstitions while helping the babushkas who give the superstitions power by relying so strongly on them, especially in little villages...

is there a project you’re working on currently? Do you have a line or sketch from it to share?

maybe? i hope to rework one of my longer wips into a short but finished (god please) fic but don't hold your breath

what’s the first fanfic for supernatural you’ve written? Did you publish it? Or if you don't write: what's the first fanfic you remember reading?

yeah, i've published it. was for first-time fest, where you picked an episode and did a first-time. coincidentally, i was going through my drafts and found a 2+ years old reblog of it i never posted, so since i didn't even reblog it for timezones then, have a link now (if you read it and like it feel free to reblog this blast from the past haha)

is there another codependent/enmeshed duo from a different fandom you enjoy? Are there parallels to Sam and Dean?

jesus. dunno, i don't think so? they have quite a unique combo of wholesome/dark/devoted

what type of wincest dynamic do you currently enjoy most? (sexual, platonic, dark, fluffy, early seasons, etc.)

the same one i've always enjoyed most — late seasons kind of bittersweet but securely established relationship vibe (in spirit of self-promotion, do check out my ao3 for more of the same haha!)

tagging whoever wants to be tagged etc etc. @prince-of-elsinore tysm for tagging me—it was fun!

#tag games #spn #wincest #samndean

[tavina-writes]

For the fanfic writers asks: 🛒🦅?

:DD Nemain!!

🛒 What are some common things you incorporate in your fics? Themes, feels, scenes, imagery, etc.

ooo I'm a plant biologist, so I think in terms of imagery I often talk about plants, especially for the outdoors.

In terms of themes and motifs...I feel like I write a lot about like, nostalgia, guilt, and mourning? Also intergenerational trauma and how that applies to legacies and inheritances and what that might mean for being unmoored from/feeling disconnected from your own personal history and how you came to be. I write about that a lot.

🦅 Do you outline fics or fly by the seat of your pants?

Oh my writing workflow is hideous. 😂 The best that I can explain it with is:

an idea is created by yelling into the dms of my friends on discord at speed

I write down a basic premise for it in a word document

I write the first scene (or what I think is the first scene)

I write some amount of scenes in varying degrees of "finished" in nonchronological order compared to how it's presented in the fic. (This just means that when I wrote NHS post canon mental breakdown, the scenes in that fic aren't in chronological order and I didn't write them in the order they were presented in the fic either. Much less in the order that they actually happened in universe.)

I keep detailed notes about what I've done like oc's names, ages, titles, character building details, worldbuilding details, maps, place names, timelines, etc after I've written them into a scene somewhere.

sometimes I put a note in about like [finish this scene] and [that thing with hanguang-jun's fucking bathtub]

keep going until I finish

The other insane thing about my writing workflow is that

I make a new document for every day that I'm writing with the wip title and the date and I copy paste over the scenes I've written into the master document where they're supposed to go in story at the end of the day. As you may imagine, because I don't write in order, this is all just SCENE CHUNKS. I sometimes don't even write an individual scene in order, (typical workflow here is first third, last third, middle third, and then the stitching that glues them together) so you may imagine the screaming that's happening in my documents. 😂

Sorry it's so insane. I honestly think any time I tell someone about the writing workflow they're like "you live like this???" And it's like "unfortunately, yeah, this is how I produce everything unless it's a 100 words of drabble."

tldr: I have never met an outline and I think it might be best if I didn't.

Thanks for the ask! This set of asks is here.

#my writing #asks and answers

[floralneonlights]

I know I've been posting a lot and I'm sure some of you are tired of my pfp and username but I keep having a lot of ideas so excuse me for being slightly unhinged. Regarding the time skip in my version, it'll still happen because I honestly think it'll show more of C!Aphmau's personality. Except it'll be shorter, like 5 minutes/years. Shad has a bigger role earlier on by masking himself as a messenger of Irene for Zane. giving him a role as a false prophet. In reality, it was to get close to Zane and Garroth as he already made Vylad into a Shadow Knight (rewritten version, Vylad died way younger and was made into a Shadow Knight. I think since Zane and Garroth are descendants of Esmund, Vylad was used by Shad to get even closer to the two. Vylad was able to age until he was in his late 20s.). I mention this because he then possesses Garroth, similarly to the brainwashing in the original plot expect Zane would already but like "okay wait actually this sucks what am I doing" or whatever. The same thing follows out where Shad/Garroth is acting really strange and when they all group together to basically have some sort of intervention and follow Garroth into the woods... yeah, except more of the central cast is there. (Aphmau, Katelyn, Laurance, Dante, Zane, KC/Nana, Lucinda, and Emmalyn + Kenmur since they were there originally.) [ THIS SECTION OF HOW IT HAPPENS IS STILL A WIP. ] While in the Irene Dimension, Shad doesn't need Garroth anymore since he was just a ploy, and as Emmalyn and Kenmur try to come up with a way to get out as quick as possible (IF possible), the rest of the crew has to hold off Shad. Garroth is still a bit dazed because of .... possession.

Garroth, getting Esmund's relic, is able to fend off the others by fighting off Shad. That's when Zoey gives up her immortality to get them out and Garroth is left behind. Essentially the same thing. Once they get out, it seems Phoenix Drop is still in a good condition despite all of the guard and lord disappearing, turns out, Dale came out of retirement to take over as head guard again and Aaron has taken over as temporary lord. (By this point, I would assume Aaron has shared his name and gotten closer with Aphmau.) Aphmau is distraught by being gone for five years while it was only five minutes for her, leaving her children behind. Of course, she goes straight to them and holds them. She later talks to Aaron about lordship, and they both agree they should be co-lords if something happens to the other or if Aphmau gets in another situation similar to the Irene Dimension incident. Emmalyn and Kenmur try to find a way to get Garroth out of the dimension, Zane is engulfed with self-hatred and guilt... So forth. This is still a wip on how it plays out. If you have any questions about the characters (as I am reworking them currently), please ask! And feel free to ask specifics, it honestly let's me consider things I never have :]

#minecraft diaries #mcd #mcd aphmau #aphmau #mcd shad #shad the destroyer #shad mcd #mcd rewrite #minecraft diaries rewrite #HERE WE GO I GUESS #I'm autistic that's my excuse here

[anistarrose]

🌀🌤🌧🌪 :3c

my computer's displaying the emojis weird so hopefully I got the right ones, let me know if not!

🌀Post the fic summary for a fic you haven't written/published yet. It can be hypothetical or something you really plan on releasing...

okay I don't think I had a single proper summary written for a WIP prior to now, so thank you for encouraging me to get off my ass and write a tentative one for the maurcretia divorce fic:

At one point, Maureen never thought she could fall in love with a client of Miller Labs — but that was before Lucretia came into her life, brilliant and witty and mysterious, and Maureen is hooked, drawn as is her nature to Lucretia and her secrets.

At another point, Maureen never thought she could fall out of love with Lucretia — and she doesn't, not exactly — but nevertheless, as the pair's dueling projects near completion, the weight of secrets and stubbornness weighs heavier and heavier.

were they ever married? no one's quite sure. are they divorced? i hope to convince you that they absolutely are, in a fic coming very very soon :)

🌤️Share your favorite piece of dialogue from your WIP.

from "untitled barry midlife crisis" fic, which is set shortly pre-starblaster:

“I — I fucking figured you were working on the bond engine, Barry, you’re always working on the bond engine — but for Pete’s sake, for how goddamn long this time? Did you stay the night here?!”

Barry leaps to his feet, immediately the most animated that Davenport’s seen him in days.

“Dropped my fantasy car keys down the fantasy parking lot sewer last night!” he exclaims, holding up his hands as if to add what can you do? “So I came back to my lab, settled down for the night, and had a whole fantasy mid-life crisis!”

I actually rewrote this one recently and it's full of STEM major in-jokes that are funny mainly to me but possibly other people as well, it's basically complete but I'm saving it for when I need to post a breather between angsty fics. speaking of,

🌧️Share something angsty from your WIP.

from a "lup lives... until glamour springs" AU:

“Taako, I don’t think she’s going to make it.”

Taako sits bolt upright. The door in front of him is closed, the room is dim — dimmer than he remembers leaving it, even — and Lup is still breathing softly, thank gods, thank more fucking gods than Taako can remember the names of —

And looming over foot of the bed is a human-shaped specter, cloaked in black shadows and a glowing crimson robe. On reflex, Taako throws an arm over Lup, clutching his wand.

I wrote most of this one just yesterday, and it occupies a very specific place on the hurt-comfort spectrum that I honestly don't know how to articulate 😭

🌩️ Share something funny/cracky from your WIP.

ooh I got a good one from a basically complete hurloane piece I'm gonna try and polish up for next week:

“Ooh, babe, you’ve gotta see this meme Carey posted,” Sloane says with a chuckle, and shows Hurley her screen. It’s a very, very compressed Fantasy JPEG of a horse that’s captioned, in Fantasy Impact font: “jeffandrew found some of the horses and made them vampire horses.”

“Wow. So deep,” Hurley deadpans. “Is this the rogues group chat again?”

“Yeah. Magnus reacted with a cow emoji, Barry replied with a picture of himself holding up a piece of paper that reads ‘I don’t understand this meme and at this point I’m too afraid to ask,’ and it looks like Angus didn’t see this yet — which he better not have, ‘cause Carey posted it way past his bedtime!”

there's more group chat silliness where that came from in the final wip so stay tuned :)

(send me writing ask emojis!)

#i have a lot of nearly-finished wips right now so i've got a lot of offerings here #taz balance spoilers #ask meme

[laundrybiscuits]

WIP Weekend?

ETA: Asks now closed for WIP Weekend! Thank you everyone!

Tagged by @eriquin! I've never done one of these before but what the hell, I could use a little motivation to get back into writing. I don't foresee this being a regular thing so if you want to request stuff from me, now's the time to do it!

Rules, list, snippet, and additional info under the cut.

Rules from the original post:

In a reblog (or new post w/ rules attached), post up to five (5) filenames of your WIPs; not titles, file names.

Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We’re posting progress here. If you haven’t made any, go make some and come back to post!

After you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write 3 sentences in that file. If the filename is one you can’t share from (for example, an event fic), write 3 sentences on it anyway, and then 3 more on another to share.

That’s it! You can invite others to join in, or just post. If you tag me in your post, I will send you an ask request!

If you’re reading this, you’re invited!

If you see someone posting a WIP Wednesday Game snippet, send them an ask! Make them write.

WIP list:

hazy cosmic jive

matchmaker fic (snippet below)

young man what do you wanna be

bake off (yes ok I'm putting this up for grabs!)

Eddie winces. “Please never say that again. And yeah, I’m just saying, right now we’ve got no solid proof either way, but the odds aren’t great.” “Okay, but sometimes it’s just about the person, right? Like, even if she’s never felt that way about another girl before, once she gets to know Robin, maybe there’s gonna be—you know. A spark.” Eddie drags the covers over his head so he can hide from this entire encounter. He’s not a saint, sure, but he’s not a bad person. He doesn’t deserve this.

Some additional guidelines I'm adding for me specifically: I'm a little busy this weekend so depending on how many asks I get, I might not respond to them right away; I'll be accepting asks until whenever I wake up on Monday morning (BST); anon will be on until then. No idea how many asks I'll get, but I'll do my very best to answer them all eventually.

This is very much not how I usually write, so I have no idea if it'll produce usable content. But hey, let's give this a try!

#ask games #wip weekend #will I regret impulsively adding the gbbo au to the list? only time will tell!

[evaofkonoha]

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

hehe yay! I got a bite! thank you Magma ;) As for a scene that was cut, unfortunately when I kill my darlings, I really kill them, so they are gone forever :(

However~ I do have quite a few WIPs I have written that may never see the light of day, so I am happy to share a bit from one of those!

This is from a thing I wrote back in April maybe? It's called "Boy of the Year," it's SNS, specifically power bottom Sasuke dynamic and helplessly pining Naruto. Honestly, it's mostly just smut XD I needed inspiration, so I sprinted this whole thing out pretty quick if I remember. correctly. For some reason it's set in Fort Worth? Yeah... idk either. Maybe I will still post it one day? Until then, here is a very long and not totally smutty but a little tease from this WIP!

(warning this is hardly proofread or anything, it's in pretty raw form) --------------

Sasuke is… intense, as Naruto has discovered. 

The door wrenches open, Sasuke already nude, signature smirk on his stunning features. Sasuke’s bold attitude towards his body, and sex, has taken some adjustment on Naruto’s part. Sasuke is so incredibly confident that answering the door naked is probably without a second thought. 

Of course, Naruto can’t help but ogle his incredible body, so lithe, all lean muscle and flawless pale skin, everything about him is elegant. That’s the only word in Naruto’s limited vocabulary that seems to sum up all of the parts of Sasuke Uchiha. Even in the throes of passion Sasuke is exquisite. 

Meeting those dark brown eyes again, glittering, Sasuke appears very aware that Naruto is blatantly checking him out, like he always does when they meet up. Naruto can’t stop the blush that blooms across his cheeks even if he wanted to. 

“You’re slow,” Sasuke says, tone light, as he leans against the door frame, making no effort to hide his body. It is taking all of Naruto’s self control to not look down at Sasuke’s cock, which is semi-hard and gorgeous and right there.

“It’s busy, it’s Saturday, and I have to cross through most of downtown to get here,” Naruto explains, trying to force himself to stop bouncing in place, afraid it makes him look eager. Which is hilarious because he is eager.

“I’m feeling restless,”

“I figured,” Naruto says, suppressing a sigh. Naruto functions as Sasuke’s pick-me-up, the same way his black coffee does. 

A soft hand reaches up to caress Naruto’s cheek, leaving Naruto shivering slightly at the touch.

“I’m glad you came over, [character name] isn’t in town right now, and I’ve had a really long day,” Sasuke croons, his melodic voice drawing Naruto in. 

Closing his eyes in a combination of frustration and pleasure, Naruto pleads, “Please don’t talk about [name] while I’m here.” 

Sasuke chuckles softly, “That’s right, you don’t like me mentioning my other friends,” his hand moves lower, caressing Naruto’s neck, grabbing onto the collar of his shirt before roughly pulling him closer, “You’re so jealous…” Sasuke’s voice is playful, breath tickling his ear, leaving Naruto quivering in the apartment’s hallway. 

“C’mon,” Sasuke pulls him in roughly, letting the door slam shut behind them before throwing Naruto up against it with a solid thud. Those sinful lips descend on him, kissing his breath away. It’s immediately sloppy and wet, Sasuke’s tongue plunging into his mouth, taking control of the kiss. The taste of tobacco and peppermint tea is exquisite, so uniquely Sasuke. 

That tempting, naked body moves in flush with Naruto’s, his fingers playing with the neckline of Naruto’s shirt. On instinct, Naruto’s hands move to Sasuke’s waist, gripping slightly, earning a barely-there moan.

Teeth bite and pull at Naruto’s lower lip, a little spark of pain turns to pleasure drawing a guttural groan from Naruto as heat and adrenaline flood Naruto’s body, pooling in his lower abdomen. Prior to Sasuke, Naruto never liked anything painful, never found it arousing. It’s different now. Everything with Sasuke is different.

#naruto #WIP #snippet #ask #ask game #thank you magma ilysm #lol at the [insert character name] bit #it's unedited plz don't judge #sns

[piratefalls]

20 Questions for Fic Writers Game

i wasn't directly tagged but i have put off the open tag from @ejunkiet long enough and i'm also bored, so since i'm sure a ton of people have already done this i won't tag anyone, but if you do it i want to see it!

1 - How many works do you have on AO3?

an even 40.

2 - What's your total AO3 word count?

just shy of 170k, which absolutely blows my mind because it doesn't seem like that's possible.

3 - What fandoms do you write for?

previously hawaii five-0 and teen wolf, but i'm currently attempting to write for red, white and royal blue.

4 - What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

all are teen wolf except one, but in order: (Waiting) Until the Sky Falls Down on Me; Today and Every Day; I'm Gonna Give All My Secrets Away; Man, Interrupted; and it's my (pants) party and i'll cry if i want to. this gives a pretty comprehensive idea of what i'm about lol.

5 - Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

i'm usually very good about it but they used to build up and i get anxious thinking about responding to all of them lol. but i love responding to them when i can!

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

i don't really do angsty endings? i just went back and checked every ending and if it's not entirely happy it's at least hopeful lmao. i don't think it's in me to do angsty endings.

7 -What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

i've got a lot of happy endings but i'm gonna have to go with The Comedy (Is That It's Serious) because that fic was really just me dealing with my mom having and then beating cancer and that kind of feels like the happiest ending.

8 - Do you get hate on fics?

i never gotten hate, but i did get someone telling me to make changes now that we knew what happened in canon (i speculated about sibling names) and it was just a weird thing to suggest.

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

i have, but it's not my most favorite thing to do? i have to be in a very specific mood and it has to be necessary. i don't think i can write pwp lol. i don't think i've written smut that wasn't some form of connection/expression of love.

10 - Do you write crossovers?

i don't. i do enjoy a good crossover though!

11 - Have you ever had a fic stolen?

one was posted to goodreads during that whole fiasco and i had it taken down, but man did the comments on that hurt lol. i don't write because i think i'm particularly good at it, i do it for fun. so yeah that kind of sucked but occasionally i was like "yeah that's fair lol"

12 - Have you ever had a fic translated?

not to my knowledge, but i'd love it!

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

i haven't! i'd love to someday. i think i do my best when i can collaborate/bounce ideas off someone.

14 - What's your all time favorite ship?

i mean in terms of bookmarks, 1000% sterek. firstprince is very much up there. kastle is my all time favorite het ship and i'll never forgive the fact that we didn't get them outright confessing their feelings. never. mcdanno is there too. (i made a lot of friends from the mcdanno fandom.) once upon a time i'd have said destiel but that fandom really tainted that for me.

15 - What's a WIP that you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

hahahahahaha i talk about this one on a semi-regular basis, but i have like 13k of a post-series Person of Interest fic that i'm probably never gonna finish but it's got some really good shit in it. i've thought about reworking it to make it an au for another fandom but it's so deeply reese and finch that i'd have to rewrite every piece of dialogue. and it would require people having seen the show because it won't make any damn sense without it. (i'd consider sharing it though.)

16 - What are your writing strengths?

introspection and character analysis, for sure. i love just kind of flaying a character open and digging into their thoughts and feelings and what motivates them. the most fun. also writing really off the wall shit. it hasn't failed me yet lol.

17 - What are your writing weaknesses?

any kind of worldbuilding. i also don't think i'm particularly good at smut but i'm also not using cringe euphemisms (the worst one i've ever read was "chocolate star" and i'll let you imagine what that was describing, if i have to know it so do you) so i'll say my smut is at least passable lol.

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

i mean, it's fine? i don't really think about it much except when i have to go all the way down to the notes section to figure out what's being said and then jump back to where i left off. whatever happened to doing that thing where you hover over the phrase and the translation pops up above it?

19 - First fandom you wrote for?

first fandom i ever published for was teen wolf. first attempt at anything was criminal minds. it didn't go well.

20 - Favorite fic you've written?

so going back to 16, the things i had the most fun writing were, for introspection, definitely Written in the Scars on Our Hearts (about all the ways a person can be touched either physically or emotionally), and for off the wall, Got Your Body On My Mind (I Want It Bad) because that venn diagram joke is some of my best work. the comments section was so great lol.

[wttcsms]

wips + more info on them

no more keepin’ score (now i just keep you warm)

dick grayson x f!reader — womanizer/playboy!dick x maneater!reader aka a fic where reader just might be able to play the game better than boy wonder 🤭 it’s probably going to be a longer one shot bc of how i have the pacing and transitions set up, so we’re looking at at least 15k minimum. so… slowburn, lots of banter, mutual pining but pride gets in the way, jealousy, play stupid games; win stupid prizes, this whole fic is so taylor swift coded it’s not even funny

it will come back 

jason todd x f!reader — red hood x socialite!reader fic where reader comes from one of the richest, oldest families in gotham. parents are always busy and rarely ever at home, leaving you alone to your own devices. you first meet jason when he attempts to literally rob your mansion, and he almost gets away with it until you catch him in the act. you let him get away, but not before making him have dinner with you because this is the fifth night in a row where you’re eating alone + there’s more food here than you could possibly finish. thus begins a bit of an untraditional type of relationship!! i have one scene planned out where one night, he catches you taking in a stray cat & he makes a comment along the lines of “you sure have a habit for taking in strays” (as in, he’s poking fun at himself a little bit + referring to himself as one of your many strays) and you’re stroking the fur of the cat before smiling all sadly and saying “yeah, but they never stay” (as in, jason himself is always coming and going) and it hits him how lonely you must really be. then one really rough night as robin, he stumbles onto your doorstep, bleeding and bruised & without a moment of hesitation, you’re dragging this masked stranger into your home and trying to save his life and he’s barely conscious but he keeps saying your name & the voice is so familiar and then it hits you: he’s robin. of course, we then have his death, and you don’t want to believe it but you’re older now & your parents are pushing to have you marry some heir of a large company + then we have jason returning from the lazarus pit, and he can handle being replaced by bruce but you? the sweetest girl in the world, the only truly good and innocent person in this world — even you’ve abandoned him? so a good portion of the fic is him hearing abt your engagement and breaking into your room, just like old times; he’s always been rough around the edges, but this time... this time, it’s almost like he’s not even willing to listen to reason or your pleas for him to understand your situation. content will contain massive size kink, huge breeding kink, slight dubcon, happy ending!!!, possessive sex, possessive!Jason. around 6k for the entire fic maybe?? possibly could be longer, depending on how deep i delve into the backstory of your relationship hehe

the other 3 fics’ contents + synopsis can be found on the wip section of my pinned post <3

#the fact that my titles r so long kills me every time