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sprnklersplashes · 4 months

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hello all!

I've been contemplating this for a bit and I've decided to follow int he footsteps of other artists and use my writing to help palestine!

for the forseeable future, I'll be taking comissions for fics in exchange for donations to either operation olive branch or care for gaza, alternatively you can buy an esim!

to comission a fic, use this form. I will start writing as soon as I receive the prompt, but I won't publish it until I've received proof of donation. hopefully, the fic will be written in two weeks maximum, but please remember I am only one person.

I'll do a more in depth rundown of things I write under the cut, but the fandoms I have listed are Six of Crows, Heathers the musical, Mean Girls the musical, Gilmore Girls, Osemanverse and one ship from CAOS. If you know I ship something but it's not listed here, feel free to send me a dm and ask if I'll write it!

also if you're a writer for any of these fandoms and would like to get involved, please do reach out to me! we're stronger together!

from the river to the sea, palestine will be free!

Fandoms I write for:

Grishaverse:

-romantic wesper

-romantic kanej

-romantic helnik

-poly!crows

-any friendship pairing between the crows/found family

-familial dynamics between wylan and marya, jesper and colm and kaz and jordie

-character centric: wylan, inej, jesper, kaz, matthias, nina

-romantic zoyalai

-all can be canon compliant, canon divergent, show or book canon or au (please specify if you do/don't want one of these)

Heathers:

-romantic healthy jdronica

-romantic toxic jdronica

-dunnmara (martha x heather mac)

-romantic or platonic martharonnie

-anything veronica sawyer centric

-I will also write oneshots from the not beyond repair universe or the time won't fly universe

Mean Girls:

-romantic cadnis

-platonic damian/janis/cady, platonic damian+janis

-character centric: janis

Next to Normal:

-anything natalie-centric

-romantic henry/natalie

-natalie+diana, natalie+dan, natalie+gabe

Chilling Adventures of Sabrina

-romantic theo/robin

Gilmore Girls

-romantic luke/lorelai

-romantic jess/rory

-familial rory+lorelai

-complicated familial lorelai+emily, lorelai+richard

-anything rory centric

Osemanverse:

-romantic nick/charlie, lister/jimmy, bliss/juliet, pip/rooney

-platonic aled/frances, paris squad, shakespeare squad (loveless)

-romantic, platonic or inbetween michael/tori

-familial charlie+tori(+oliver)

character centric: charlie spring, tori spring

#fanfiction #fanfic writing #onthelastrain #heathers the musical #six of crows #mean girls broadway #osemanverse #gilmore girls #next to normal #cadnis #jdronica #literati #java junkie #wesper #kanej #helnik

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sultannamajor · 4 months

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AAAAAAAA I KNOW IM LATE TO THE FANDOM BUT I WROTE SOME CADNIS MUTUAL PINING FANFICTION FOR THE LURKERS OF THE FANDOM :DD

#cady x janis #cadnis #mean girls #mean girls the musical #mutual pining #sapphic #bisexual cady heron #lesbian janis sarkisian #fanfic #paint by numbers

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parkitaco · 2 years

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one thing i do love about being into fandom and consuming media This Way is that it is always there. every boring meeting i’m in, every stupid class, every time i need to check out i know those little gay people are waiting for me in the back of my mind and i can just. pull them out and use my silly little brain to put them in situations with little to no consequence or effort

#yes this is about byler #and cadnis #and every ship i’ve ever loved #every fanfic i’ve ever written was brainstormed and fully planned out during some sort of boring event i promise you

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maybeimamuppet · 5 months

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2, 5, 9, 11, 16 for the fic asks?

hello darling friend tysm for the ask!!

2, will you participate in any fandom exchanges or fic challenges, etc?

if i’m asked to absolutely!! i think they seem so fun but being in smaller fandoms i think they’re a lot harder to figure out. i’ve actually considered forming a few of my own for like halloween or the holidays and stuff but i’m kind of the only cadnis writer still somewhat consistently active and everyone else who writes for mean girls is into very different things (which is great we love to see it but it makes group stuff hard lol) and matilda i haven’t checked up on in so long i have no idea what’s going on in that little corner anymore whoops

5, which wip is first on your list to complete this year? will you post a snippet?

we are continuing my beloved series of ‘someone has to write all the cliche fics for this ship and by golly it might as well be me”! from the looks of things the first one to be finished will be a college au (professor/student) that i’m honestly really proud of. i’ve been hammering away at it for a while lol. but we also have a few more like that and obviously plenty more that aren’t that i’m not gonna spoil just yet but i’m very excited for them :)))

“As long as I’m your professor, this can’t happen, no matter how badly I want it to,” Cady says with a sniffle. She gently presses a kiss to the corner of Janis’ lips before she pulls away and takes a couple steps back. “I’m so sorry, Janis.”

Janis watches her go for a minute, barely feeling the frigid rain slamming against her face. Cady hunches in on herself and clicks off. “What about when you’re not my professor anymore?!”

Cady freezes and turns to look at her. “What?”

“Once I graduate,” Janis begs. “Can we be together then?”

“…Technically, yes, we could,” Cady says. “But-”

“Wait for me,” Janis says. “Please.”

Cady bites her lip, but she nods after a second. “Okay.”

“You will?” Janis asks, finally feeling hopeful enough to smile for the first time in what feels like years.

“I’ll wait,” Cady agrees. “If you’re willing to do the same. Come to me once you graduate, and… we’ll see what happens. Okay?”

“Okay,” Janis says, smiling around a sob. Cady does the same before she continues walking away.

unproofread snippet brought to you by maybeimamuppet :)

9, short term goals… what do you hope to complete this week or in january?

i’m really hoping to have that and the next chapter of pt done by the end of the month!! my third writing birthday is at the beginning of march and i’m really hoping to have a batch of fics ready to crank out by then :)) matilda is kind of wonky for the time being bc i have very few wips and i need time to sort through which requests i can actually do/want to do so they might be a while but focusing on my meanies for a while will be a nice change i think!

11, would you like to try any new fanfic genres or tropes this year?

i don’t think i do!! at least not in fics lol i’m good with my romance and family fluff sorta genres i’m in but i am trying to write a few publishable like real actual books that are a little different so we’ll see how that goes!

16, do you have one fanfic that you wrote a ton for, ages ago, but never posted? will this be the year come hell or high water that it WILL get finished and posted?

UHHHH honestly most of my wips are kinda like that lol. i hyper focus on one and then get bored with it and move on to a new one and herein lies the cycle of Big Issues. so i have a lot of like half-done oneshots (including requests i literally got in 2021 and am sobbing trying to get done i feel so bad). i do have an entire folder of ‘unpublishable fics’ that will never see the light of day. they’re mostly just writing exercises but some of them are just really embarrassing so most of them stay there lol. and i have a multi-chapter The Good Place au i started years ago and couldn’t figure out other than the title but i only wrote a couple scenes for it but that probably also won’t ever see the light of day. ce la vie ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

#thank you friend!!!#entropy with ezzy #ezzy gets an ask

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lexthan · 5 years

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fic recs: summertime by majestic-mother-mac

sometimes a few seconds can change a life forever.

#majestic-mother-macaroni #summertime #mean girls fanfic #cadnis fanfic #this is a good fucking fic!!#read it if you haven't already #m*#*#ph*#bw

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neon-vocalist · 2 years

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lipstick lolly

tags: @interesteddisaster @etchedstars (heya two birds with one stone :D)

i’m so sorry this is so late ahhhhh

yes i’m aware that the title is ass i had no other ideas :/

"Caddie?" Damian called, pushing open the door to Janis' bathroom. "Oh. There you are."

Cady smiled at him in the mirror, capping Janis' lipstick pushed to full height, making Damian cringe and reach for it involuntarily. "Hi, Damie. What's up?"

"Is that Jan's?" he asked, a hand steadying him against the doorframe as he recovered from the crime against makeup he just witnessed.

"Yep!" Cady replied, tossing the lipstick aside and turning around to hop up onto the counter. "Where is she?"

"I just saw her on her way out. Does she know you're here?"

"Doubtful," Cady shrugged happily, hopping off the counter and wrapping her arms around Damian's waist. "Actually... wait." She pulled her phone out of her back pocket and texted Janis.

Where are you?

She replied almost instantly. Coming over to your house ;)

Cady wordlessly showed Damian her screen. "So let me get this straight-" she began after he read it.

"You're not," he interrupted with a smirk.

"No. Well, yes, that too, but... she's coming to my house and thinks I'm home. And I'm at her house."

"Wearing her lipstick. Which you just brutally murdered."

"Yes."

"What are you gonna do, Cads?" Damian asked, already planning out how he was going to tell this story to the Plastics. Cady paused for a moment, thinking.

"Well, I guess I'll just have to beat her there!"

“Oh my God.” Damian shook his head and sighed dramatically as only a true theatre kid would. “How are you going to do that?”

Cady grinned devilishly as she described her spontaneous plan, Damian making a progressively worse attempt to not laugh as she explained. “And let me guess,” he said through giggles, cutting her off. “You need the car. Or the Jazzy.”

“Damian!” Cady pouted, her brilliant blue lips on full display. “I was just about to get to the math-y part!”

“You have got to be kidding,” he sighed, but let her keep going in her impromptu speech. It was clear to both of them that she was making it up pretty much on the spot, but Cady was positive it was going to work, and Damian just wanted to see how it played out.

“So,” Cady said, wrapping it up, “if it takes ten minutes for her to get from her house to my house on the actual roads, and it’s around two miles, and we’ve spent two minutes or so talking about this, that leaves us with probably five minutes to get there once we get everything together, if we want me in my house by the time she gets there.”

“Correct. And your plan of how to beat her in half the time is?”

“Simple. She has to stay on the roads. I don’t.”

“Sweet baby Jesus. And I assume you’re going to make me follow?”

“No,” Cady laughed, and Damian instantly relaxed.

“Thank the Lord.”

“That’s where you come in, though. If I don’t get there in time, which- let’s be real, I might not- I need you to call her and BS an explanation as to why I’ve suddenly Disapparated.”

“And how will you let me know you’re going to be late?”

Cady’s grin grew wider as she produced a pair of walkie talkies. Damian took one and clipped it to his jeans with an affectionate eye roll. “Okay, I need to go,” Cady said as she checked her watch and kissed Damian on the cheek.

“Wait!” Damian called. “How can I make sure you won’t get dead or kidnapped?”

“You have my phone’s location on yours, right?” Cady asked, not giving Damian enough time to check before she took off, leaving him standing on the driveway with his phone in hand.

“What am I gonna do with her?” he sighed, heading back inside and confirming that he did indeed have Cady’s phone synced to his.

Instead of watching the football game that was on or Dance Moms like he wanted to, Damian opted for watching Cady’s erratic red line on his phone dart back and forth and zigzag through side streets. After a few minutes of placing bets with himself on when Cady would tire out and slow down (and losing all of them), a text from Janis buzzed on his phone.

Damian. Why the fuck are you at my house.

He didn’t answer the message, only forged ahead with his newly realized plan. If Janis could see his location, he could see hers. He began to screen record the red and blue lines racing each other on his phone. He figured Cady would want to see them.

Oh, am I? he texted back, giggling as he imagined the way Janis would roll her eyes and sigh at him.

“Cads,” he said into the walkie talkie, “Janis is almost there. You either need to turn on the jets or accept that you’re not gonna make it in time.”

“Don’t worry,” a breathless Cady said from the other end of the line. “I just crossed the street in front of her car. I’ll get there in time.”

“You just what? How did she not see you?”

“No idea. Gotta go.”

Amused, Damian set the walkie talkie down and called Janis.

“What’s up, whore?” she answered.

“Always so polite. Hey, did you happen to pass Cady on the road?”

“Like in a car? No. Funny enough, though, I saw someone who I could’ve sworn was her crossing in front of me. But she’s at her house, right?”

Damian didn’t answer.

“Right?”

“Uh, sure.”

“Damian...”

“Yes?”

“What do you know?”

“I know nothing.”

“That’s for sure. Where’s my- where’s Caddie?”

“Were you about to call her your girlfriend?” Damian asked excitedly.

“Bitch. No, I wasn’t. She’s not my girlfriend.”

“You are going over to her house right now, she wears your makeup, you steal her clothing and stuffed animals, and I’ve seen you sit in each others’ laps so many times it’s crazy.”

“And?”

“You share spoons and straws. I’ve seen her take a lollipop out of her mouth and put it into yours.”

“And?!”

“Nothing. Just saying. That’s not very hetero of you.”

“Well, Damian, I’m not very hetero.”

“That’s for sure.”

“Okay, well, I almost got in a car crash because of you, so goodbye.” With no other warning, Janis hung up, leaving Damian to track the lines on his screen and silently cheer Cady on.

#paint by numbers #janis x cady #cady heron x janis sarkisian #cady heron #janis sarkisian #space safari #cadnis #mean girls #mean girls the musical #mean girls on broadway #ask games #this is so late i'm so sorry #system scribbles #tw swearing #wlw #fanfic #fanfiction

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homosandhomies · 4 years

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GOD i love that trope where two characters finally get together and everyone being like "???? we thought you were already a couple ???"

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jupitersson · 3 years

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ties that bind

Rated: E

Words: 7,173

Chapter: 1/1

“I thought I asked for you to be naked,” Regina says lightly, gesturing to Janis as she passes them to get to the closet, finally stepping out of her heels so she can put them away.

There’s no indication that either of them has moved, but as she’s reaching up to fill the empty space on the shoe rack, she feels someone press up behind her, two hands coming to rest on her hips as she stretches.

“I had something else in mind, princess,” Janis murmurs, allowing Regina to relax her posture and lower from her tiptoes before gently pulling both of her wrists behind her back and holding them there.

Regina inhales sharply, head turning to the side so she can catch a glimpse of the lazy smirk on Janis’ face. “Jay?”

[read the rest on ao3]

#mean girls #mean girls musical #recadnis #rejanis #cadnis #cadina #regina george #cady heron #janis sarkisian #mars writes #ao3 #fanfic

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bicaddyheron · 4 years

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hiiii

writing has really been a struggle for me lately. i don’t usually have inspiration or motivation and when i do manage to find some of that and sit down and write i don’t LIKE it and end up deleting it or only keeping a sentence

all that to say: i’m really really sorry to keep you guys waiting more but i probably won’t have chapter 19 up by this weekend like i had wanted to. i’m not sure when it will be done, but i promise i’m still trying and slowly working away at it. it’s difficult sometimes and right now it’s Bad! i’ll be back to it soon hopefully. all the love.

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venomdoves · 5 years

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Hey y’ all I’ve got a gay as shit oneshot in process,,,will try to have it up for lesbian visibility day in the evening

#mean girls #mean girls the musical #gianna yanelli #mean girls fanfic #sonja acquino #sophie kawachi #s o f t #some cadnis too #just a lot of gay

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sprnklersplashes · 2 years

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prompt: I’m a barista and you keep making weird faces when you drink the “Christmas cheer in a cup” coffee I make, why do you keep ordering it? (ao3)

Janis is convinced that whatever corporate asshole came up with this drink is a Grinch who hates Christmas and wants to ruin it for everyone. And by ‘everyone,’ she mainly means baristas who make minimum wage at a coffee shop because their parents are no longer willing to fun their cosplay habit. Meaning if they want to put together the best possible Yelena Belova costume in time for Comic-Con next year, they need to start saving now.

Hence, they have a “do it for her” meme filled with pictures of Yelena saved as their phone background.

You see, this isn’t just a regular drink. Oh no. If it were a regular drink, then Janis would be able to make it through their workday with the usual amount of groaning and complaining expected from any teenager working under the capitalist hellscape at Christmas. But this drink is different. Because in addition to costing more than she makes in half an hour (something she’s pointed out to Damian frequently), this shit takes twice as long to make as your average coffee. Not only are there three different syrups in that bitch-caramel, peppermint, and hazelnut-but she also has to throw some nutmeg in there, top with whipped cream and more cookie crumbs, and then remember to stick a little gingerbread man on top. All without killing herself or burning herself on the coffee maker because it’s probably older than the actual business is, and this place hasn’t been health checked since the Great War.

They call it Christmas Cheer In A Cup. Janis calls it “I do not get paid enough for this.”,

But the wildest part is that the damn coffee is only half the story Janis tells Damian on their break. Because apparently, the world is determined to make their December both incredibly stressful and also just so god damn weird.

It happens almost every day they work. They work Monday 5-10, Wednesday 4-10, and Saturday 9-2. Easy enough, and they can balance it with their schoolwork. Hell, sometimes when it’s dead, they’ll start making their notes at the counter, just to save time. And every time they’re on… they appear. Janis has taken to calling them “Mystery Athlete” on account of the letterman jacket they’re always wearing when they come in because it’s not like they ever get a name (they don’t do that kind of thing here). Six o’clock on Monday and Wednesday, one o’clock on Saturday. They were slightly late last Saturday, coming in at 1:15, but they still came. Sometimes alone, sometimes with two or three obnoxiously loud boys wearing the same jackets. Which is fine; regular customers are nothing new here.

Except for the fact that Mystery Athlete always orders that damn Christmas Cheer In A Cup, the very drink that makes Janis want to throw herself headfirst into the coffee grinder. They gave up on hoping that they’d change their order two weeks ago, and instead channeled their energies into not screaming every time they pick up the cup. If Janis thought they were cute at first, that has made them significantly less so.

Damian raised an eyebrow when she remarked that to him one day and wouldn’t even tell her what he meant by that. Bastard.

But again, that’s not even the weirdest part of this thing. Because that would be too simple. No, the weirdest part of this entire saga is that this person has ordered the Christmas Cheer In A Cup a total of ten times now, and every single time, they gag. Janis has seen it with their own eyes; every day they’re here, they come in, they order the monstrosity, they dump four packets of sugar in it, they take a sip, and they gag. And it’s not subtle either; they fully stick their tongue out, their eyes bulge out, their whole face scrunches up. Sometimes when Janis is close enough, they can even hear the choking-gagging noise they make. Janis doesn’t blame them, because yes, this shit is disgusting, but surely they know their pain is entirely self-inflicted.

Yeah, Christmas Cheer Kid is an utter mystery to Janis. And despite all the pain, they’re causing them by ordering this drink, they’re also the single most interesting thing to happen around here.

So there Janis is on Saturday morning, red apron over their ripped jeans and All I Want For Christmas playing in the background (she’s already asked, and no, apparently she can’t change it). The place is completely quiet; she’s only had two customers in the past hour. One of them still sits in the corner; broadsheet newspaper open in his lap as he sips his black coffee. He’s pretty cute, with his mustard coloured shirt and little beige fedora. And so Janis spends part of the morning sketching him on the back of a take-out page. They stick it up against the shelf, earning a compliment from their co-worker Sophie, and then take out their calculus textbook. Apparently, getting a half-paid scholarship to an arts-based school means you still have to do math. They plow through equations with pursed lips and a furrowed brow, scribbling out answers and rewriting them. They try not to fall into a pity party about their dyslexia, but it’s times like this they realise how much they hate it.

“Wow, that’s a face.”

Janis’ feet leave the ground, her whole body jerking backward. Her head snaps up, and her eyes widen, and of course who should be there but her Mystery Athlete, plus some of her usual pals. Standing there with an apologetic smile on their face while Janis tries to get their heart to stop hammering out of their ribcage. The universe must be having a field day, they think.

“Sorry,” Mystery Athlete says. There’s a red tingle in their cheeks, and it looks kind of nice against their caramel coloured hair. “Just… you looked in pain there.”

“Retail will do that to you,” Janis sighs. “As will calculus.”

“Oh, you’re doing calculus?” they squeak. To Janis’ surprise, they lean over the counter, and to her further surprise, she makes no move to hide her book. The kid looks up again, the red having faded to pink, and Janis wipes down the counter to ignore the flutter in their chest. “Sorry, I just really like calculus.”

“Really?” they snort. Anyone liking calculus is bizarre to them, but especially now. They shrug, tossing the cloth between their hands. “Never heard of a jock who likes math.”

“Jock?” they echo. Janis gestures to their letterman jacket. Now that they’re actually conversing, she can see the small ‘North Shore High’ stitched on in yellow. Ah, North Shore, she should have worked that out.

Mystery Athlete looks down and gasps, a small chuckle escaping them.

“Oh, no, I’m not a jock,” they explain. They clasp their hands together and rise up on their toes, the proud smile brighter than the fairy lights around them. “I’m a Mathlete.”

Janis freezes, their brain stalling to a complete halt. They don’t know what they were expecting but…. Not that.

“You’re… a Mathlete,” they say slowly. “Not a jock.” It feels so obvious now. The number of times they’ve come in and sat in the corner flying through a notebook. Their school plays against North Shore, and they’ve still come in on game days.

To top it off, they look at them again and just then notice the ‘mathletes’ written across the left side.

Wow, she’s setting a new record for stupidity. The kid doesn’t make fun of her; instead, they seem sympathetic, and that just makes it worse. She says a silent prayer for the ground to open up and swallow her down to the Earth’s core. Because plunging into boiling lava must be less painful than this.

“So, your usual?”

“Huh? Oh yeah. Thanks.”

They turn around as the milk heats up, their conversation sparking something in Janis. After all, they just looked at her notes, and that’s pretty personal shit. So it’s only fair that they can pry back to satisfy their raging curiosity.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Um, sure. I guess.”

Janis leans forwards on the counter, and the Mathlete mirrors her. The corner of her mouth turns up.

“I’ve seen you every time you come in here. You order this drink every time. That’s three times a week. Not stalking, by the way, just observant.” Mathlete nods before letting them continue. “So three times a week, I make this drink, and every time you hate it.”

“What?” they scoff. “No, I don’t.”

“Yeah,” Janis replies dryly, one eyebrow raised. “Ya do.” She shrugs her smile dipping, softening even. She looks down at the counter, rolling a paper straw between her fingers. Part of her whispers to get out of there now, a small danger alarm flaring up in her mind. Fortunately, or unfortunately, depending, she’s never really listened to that alarm. “I mean I’m not mad or anything. I’m just pretty curious.”

“Well….” They begin. “I’m-I… I just-” Red flushes their cheeks now, and Janis is torn between having fun and wishing she’d never said anything. Because while she pretends not to have feelings, she does, unfortunately. “I mean I-”

“Okay this is painful.” Janis gets her second shock of the day as one of the other jocks-Mathletes, she corrects herself-comes forward. He walks with a little too much swagger in his step, not to mention his lips seeming permanently pursed. Coffee Kid flashes them an apologetic look and that really tells Janis all they need to know. He flings an arm around them and Coffee Kid tries not to roll their eyes. “You see, my friend Cady here thinks you’re kinda cute, but they don’t know how to talk to pretty people-ow!” He rubs his side, where Cady’s elbow had just dug in. “What? It’s true. Anyways, they like you but they don’t know how to talk to you and they ordered that one drink the first time we came here and now we have to drive twenty minutes after practice to get coffee from here while we pass three perfectly good coffee shops on the way.” He beams, perfect white teeth and bright eyes. “Anything else?”

“No-thank you Kevin,” Cady says flatly. They rub circles into their forehead, their face crumpled. Kevin nods, either completely oblivious to the chaos he just caused or not caring, and asks for an oat milk latte.

He goes to sit down, taking the rest of the Mathletes with him, then it’s just them and Cady again.

“So…” Janis begins. That’s all they have really, because how do you react to something like that.

“Look, I’m sorry,” Cady says. “I didn’t mean for it to end up like this. I can-I can just go, it’s fine. You don’t need to do anything.”

“Woah, woah, wait.” The words are out of Janis’ mouth before they realise it, and this time they don’t ignore the fluttering in their chest when Cady stays. They follow their gut, as they often do, for better or worse, and lean down on the counter, a smile tugging on the corner of their lips. They play with a spare wooden stirrer, but they don’t take their eyes off Cady. “I finish in an hour. And if you’re still around… what do you say we grab something? Maybe hang out a little bit?”

“Sounds nice,” Cady says, and now it’s Janis’ turn to blush. “Just… no festive coffees this time around. Or at least no more Christmas Cheers in Cups.”

“Oh no,” Janis agrees. “I think we’ve had enough to last us a lifetime. And we don’t want to risk you getting any cavities.”

They end up getting milkshakes instead, despite it being the middle of December. As Cady talks away about their love for math, Janis reckons it was the right call.

#cadnis #mean girls broadway #mean girls musical #cady x janis #mean girls fanfic #cadnis fanfic #cady heron #janis sarkisian

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