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Omg I recently found your Miguel and Joel fics and your writing is so good!! I have to ask, as an aspiring fic writer, do you have any tips on how to write/improve fanfic or find your writing own style? I have so many docs files worth of half-finished fics (since I suffer from not-good-enough syndrome), and I try to learn as much as can from those I admire. If this ends up being answered, thank you so much!!

hey! thank you for the ask and it's taken me a while to answer cuz I had to think long and hard to give you something useful lmfao... and it means a lot that people enjoy my writing enough to even ask me for advice!! thank you anon, and I hope this helps :D

a/n: I'm not an expert, not even a little bit, but I like writing on here and I'm writing a book! so those are my (lack of) credentials - just a heads up

gonna split my advice into parts: before writing, during, and after; and also give some tips on writer's block / "not-good-enough-syndrome" (very very valid, btw)

Before writing

- Planning is not always necessary but I find it helps! it doesn't even have to be a really detailed one, like mapping out every story beat - but writing rough notes can help you guide it along better. And if you're not actively planning, thinking about the fic in more detail can act as a plan.

- Unironically, all my fics start off as vivid daydreams, which I then jot down notes, and start writing. If you think of your plan as guidelines rather than something rigid, it can help with flow. I.e. if when you start writing you're finding it hard to hit a certain beat, there's no need to force it in that direction.

- It can help to emulate the writing styles of writer's you like - like an artist study but with fics/literature you like. Take a couple of fics you really really like and jot down what you enjoy about it, and specificity is key. What about their language do you enjoy? Is it their use of metaphors, is it the way they describe actions, or the little character details they include? It can help to have this list on hand when you actually start writing.

- Similarly, you can try little writing exercises to get you thinking about that kind of thing. It think I saw this in a youtube vid, but a thing I've done in the past is take a scene from a movie or book and try to emulate in one of two ways, or both: first, as best you can remember, as close to the style of the original work as possible. And second, in your own words, trying to hit certain plot beats as best you can, leaving the rest up to you. For example, I always did it with the opening of the hunger game's first chapter, because it was something really distinctive to me and a property I enjoy. The important thing here is to not have the reference in front of you. The aim isn't to copy exactly, but to imitate / get your brain thinking about the way in which the author / filmmaker / etc portrays the story.

Whilst writing

There is a lot of very valid general writing advice in terms of language and actually writing, so I'll list some general ones below, (idk if this was quite your question tho):

- vary sentence length and structure. it adds rhythm and texture to your writing. but also be wary and try to align it to the context: i.e. a more fast-paced action scene would benefit from short, staccato sentences, but a scene describing characters falling in love (hazy, romantic, etc) might be better with longer, multi-claused sentences to drag out pace.

- focus less on stuffing in adjectives (i am very guilty of this, icl) but rely on the specificity of your nouns to portray information I.e. instead of 'spindly, thin and wire-framed glasses' using 'spectacles' is both more efficient and sounds a bit nicer.

- depends on the writer, but try to work backwards from images and motifs for characters, places, etc rather than the other way round. I.e. if your character is as fierce as a lion, instead of stating that as a simple simile, imply the metaphor with description: "her flowing mane (note specificity of noun, mane, not hair) cascades around her maw - spit-slick and eyes wild. Carnal, she was a killer; and God help those caught between her claws." (<< this is corny asf, lmfao, my bad. but u get the gist), and then you can pepper your text with callbacks to the motif - like little easter eggs for your reader.

- similar to above, adverbs often break up the flow of text, so choose the verbs carefully. Instead of "Hurriedly, he ran" even more info can be given with "tumbled" or "stuttered" etc etc

- break up dialogue with action rather than the usual alternatives for "said" .

- also also, "said" and other simple words are not bad to use at all!! sometimes they work better in the text than every dialogue word being "whispered" or "crooned" or whatever. you can repeat words without reaching for a thesaurus every time, cuz often its alternatives are more jarring and noticeable to read.

- honestly, above all the 'feel' of the text trumps everything else, or at least it does for me. There is no point using a super complex metaphor if it comes out of nowhere, or breaks up the tension of a scene. These aren't hard rules, and if it serves your story more to 'break' them, then you absolutely should! Definitely read aloud where you can (ik it's a little embarassing with fics, sometimes). In terms of my specific style, I'm a big fan of poetry so i like to pay careful attention to the way words and sentences sound! I love using fricatives or plosives or words that sound the way they feel (if that makes any sense), sentences that have rhythm due to placement of commas and semicolons - I think it makes for a more enjoyable read.

- don't be afraid to jump around when writing. Often, the issue is with starting out, so chop and change where necessary and jump around the fic. If there's a specific scene you're really excited about writing, write that first! and then once you're in more of a flow, the rest should be a bit easier.

- I can't really help with grammar cuz I know my grammar fucking sucks; there's probably an editor out there that has a heart attack everytime I overuse a semi-colon lmfao.

After writing

- For me, editing is the most important part of writing. Due to the way I write it's where a fic can really be elevated or fucked. A lot of the stuff I write initially is gibberish, and then is improved massively in the first edit.

- so with that, don't be afraid to shift things around: sentences, words, whole passages if need be. If you're writing in a word processor, take advantage of it's features. if it helps, make a copy of your fic and really 'fuck' it up: move shit around, get rid of wonky words, etc. be ruthless lmfao - cuz it's only the copy. if you tend to over describe (like me), I promise you that backspace button is your best friend.

- depends on how long it is, but take it in chunks (this is with both editing and writing) focus on the chunks and then expand out into the whole.

- it's important to be reflective. if you get through the process, or hit a slump and you're unsatisfied; be specific about why. where exactly did it stop working for you? is it the way you've described a scene? does it feel slow? too fast? do your characters feel flat? no stakes? be specific, and if you can, highlight where it went wrong. the comment feature on docs is my favourite to use because of this reason

- also, please remember to give yourself your flowers! where it works, no matter how small, make sure to highlight it and say, "I really like this bit, because of xyz". the 'because' is important, as it helps you do this again in later fics.

writer's block / not-good-enough-syndrome

- first off, remember that 9 times out of ten, you are your own worst critic. I guarantee that the things you don't like about your writing, someone will read and very much enjoy it! humans aren't great at being objective, so give yourself some grace and leeway to learn and improve.

- second, best way to overcome this is exposure therapy, imo. Tumblr is a great place for this: you can make a side blog and dump all the fics you think are a bit shit on there. It may gain some traction, it may not; but the most important part is that you've put yourself out there, and nothing exploded. and because there are no stakes, you can get rid of the blog as you see fit, with little to no consequences, and never have to think about it again.

- if you do end up posting, please don't get bogged down by the metrics! it can suck when something you've worked really hard on doesn't do very well. the great thing about fanfic, is that it's a really easy way to improve quickly. if you like something enough to want to write fanfic - you're more likely to write. More writing = more improvement, and you get to enjoy fucking around with the canon or a self insert or writing smut or whatever.

in terms of overcoming writer's block / having lots of half finished fics you can approach it a couple of ways:

- you can brute force finish a fic, no matter how shitty you think it is, and try to salvage what you can in the edit.

- lower the stakes! if you can't write a thousand words, leave it at 500! often when you move the goalposts closer, there's less of a mental block, and you end up bringing it to it's natural conclusion anyway.

- if you've got multiple unfinished fics, frankenstein that bitch lmfao. cut and paste and stick the best bits together. You like that one interaction? cool, stick it onto a bit from another fic. You've come up with a great piece of dialogue? great, stick it in the middle of that fic. Because you're not necessarily coming up with new content, just repurposing old bits and bobs, often you find you're writing the inbetween-y bits anyways and you've got a full fic.

- take a break! leave stuff unfinished, sleep on it; come back in a day, a week, a month. fresh eyes can make all the difference when you've been staring at it too long.

finding your writing style:

- read, read, read, read. other fics, books, even consuming media generally to find a voice. You can be reflective and specific, like I mentioned in the other points to help yourself along, but expanding your horizons will do wonders for your writing.

- e.g. my favourite book is Lolita and I'm in loooove with the writing style: it's a beautiful balance of poetic with a strong narrative voice. I love poetry (Ocean Vuong you will always be famous!), and gorgeous, existential films filled to the brim with subtext (Blade Runner 2049, Howl's moving castle, Moonlight, etc). You probably can't notice that explicitly in my writing but it does show up: I love wistful rambling, heavy imagery, strong thematic motifs... all things I've connected with in other media, and emulated in my writing.

Your "voice" comes later, I think - something that happens without you actively looking for it. Who you are, your experiences, your connections with other people: it's pretty hard to keep that out of your writing. So don't stress! The page is like a block of wood; it scratches, it dents, it erodes - chips away into something new, entirely. Your writing remembers, and it doesn't stop being yours when you walk away from it.

Hope this wasn't pretentious or annoying or anything! best of luck anon and feel free to dm me cuz I'd love to read whatever you come up with (no pressure, ofc).

If anyone has any other writing tips I will do my best to reblog them, thanks <33

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condomconfetti · 1 year

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I updated my rules. There was some stuff in there that didn’t make sense cause I had copied and pasted from my multi (why would anyone need to specify a muse? There’s only one muse here lmfao). There is a thing about tagging explicit content on this blog. All of it will have the tag ♡nsft so blacklist that if you don’t want it on your dash.

#♡ooc #♡psa

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missputotyra · 3 years

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MY EXISTENCE HURT WHEN I CAME ACROSS THIS TWEET CQL WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?📷

lmfao. cql said no❤️ to the gay love story and yes!!!!1111 to a whole boatload of fucking bs. Same energy as the multi chapter metas analyzing wzc’s ‘micro expressions’ in the show & calling enthusiastic ooc tear ducts 'character development’. Also the emphasis that’s placed on the most meaningless of things. He OOC caLLed hiM A-Xian this one time 🥺 . Yeah cheers, he also forced him to yank his hand away and unalive himself to prevent Lan Zhan from plunging to his death w him when he twisted his sword in that cliff face and tried to banish him with Zidian when he got back & tortured him with a dog, and spent 16 years (on the show) hunting down anyone he thought might be him

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( i dont care about copy pasting this blog Post this to me this is fucking dumb. ! )

It’s a Normal Fucking twitter thread Gushing about JC, It wasnt even followed by an untrue fact . They just notice in the untamed that Jiang Cheng Said A-Xian.

They say the Stans are putting emphasis on meaningless Crap when your targeting a Twitter thread that just Simply people gushing over something They didnt notice and adding in stuff cause you don’t like JC or The fan of JCs that don’t Protray him as an Asshole , Homophobic, Douchenugget who blames WWX for everything bad that happens and isnt punished for opening his mouth .

I dont even care for CQL . I’m watching the Donghua ,but I’m still going to defend the people who like CQL cause it’s none your beeswax why they prefer it over Mo dao zhu shi .

#jiang cheng #I looked into the twitter account that posted it they’re a minor on thier twitter bio !!#And they seem to Prefer WWX they aren’t even a JC Stan !! THEIR A WWX STAN What the hell anti JC .#what is wrong with anti jc people Jesus!#It’s a mild mannered thread nothing more nothing less #They’re just a kid !#mdzs #mo dao zu shi #mo dao zhu shi

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thecreelhouse · 4 years

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Kill the Lights // Chapter 2

Read chapter one here!

Steve Harrington x Original Female Character

Summary: After Violet- formally 003, a telekinetic, electrokenetic, and clairvoyant 19 year old- loses her first family, her first love, nothing is the same. She finds herself taken in by Hopper and El, struggling to find her footing and meaning to keep fighting. The Party, especially Steve Harrington, try to show her where her strengths have been hiding all along, and that no one has to fight their battles alone. Sometimes you don’t need to be rescued, but someone’s love and support while you rescue yourself sure doesn’t hurt.

Word count: 3,861 because I don’t know how to shut the fuck up

Content warnings: PTSD, self harm, suicidal thoughts, suicide attempt (sorry y’all this chapter is heavy as hell, Violet has been through a LOT. but nothing terribly descriptive), angst angst and more angst, grieving, cursing, depression

Author’s note: okay so honestly, I was nooooot expecting anyone to read this at all, and when I saw a few people have read chapter one, it made my heart hella soft. This is something I’ve been writing in my head for over a year now, and once season 3 came out I wrapped it around that to pass the time at work or while on long drives. So thank you to anyone who’s read and liked this, y’all are the bomb dot com. Does anyone say that anymore? Nah? Okay.

Btw, sorry if sentences/paragraphs post out of order. Tumblr thought it was a grand idea to eat half of this post when I was copying it over from pages lmfao. Okay. Onto chapter 2! Enjoy!!!

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Chapter 2: Slip The Noose

Amy was Violet’s first for a lot of things.

First friend. First person she could trust outside of the lab.

Taught her to drive for the first time. Helped her find her first job (a shitty diner waitressing job, but a job, nonetheless). Gave Violet her first home. Her first real home. Not a cold, sterile lab with sickening fluorescent lighting.

Amy was Violet‘s first crush. Violet‘s first kiss. Her first love.

That was something Violet assumed was normal. That anyone could fall in love with anyone else. She wasn’t raised among society, so she was blissfully unaware of how society treated anyone who was different. Amy told her, only for their safety. But Amy continued to love Violet, and Violet continued to love her right back.

What was a simple, mundane life shared among “friends” to most, was really paradise to Violet. Anything could be better than the life she was forced into at the lab. That was her personal hell.

Here, she could exist, without judgement. Learn what basic life skills Amy already knew for years, without being mocked or ridiculed. Violet, in return, showed Amy a sliver of a world she never knew existed. Not until she saw Violet use her abilities the first time. She admired Violet‘s courage to unapologetically own the brighter parts of herself. She also comforted Violet as the darkest parts of her past emerged.

It wasn’t perfect, but it was home.

Violet felt foolish for letting herself grow too comfortable in her new life. She thought the worst was finally over, the hardest battle already won. She never suspected someone still lurking within the shadows and among the people of Hawkins.

It was a year. That’s all she had with Amy. That’s all she had in this new life before it was torn so violently from her hands. One moment they were enjoying their corner of the world, their safety net. The next, Amy was taken from this life so suddenly. Violet still felt like she never caught her breath, even months later.

To the average person, it just looked like a tragic overdose of an addict once clean. To Violet, it was a rotten, multi layered lie. Amy never once touched any toxic substances... besides the occasional shitty beer, of course.

It was a sign. A threat, sent by someone from the lab. A big “fuck you” to Violet for escaping, and rebuilding her life. She was certain it was Brenner, even long after Hopper tried to tell her that he was dead for awhile now. She refused to believe that, even for a second. This wasn’t the dirty work of one of his colleagues. This had his name written all over it.

Hopper only offered to take Violet in once she revealed her number tattoo. She just had no idea that would lead her to where she was in hiding now- a cabin in the middle of the woods, on the edge of Hawkins, living with Hopper and his adopted daughter, Violet‘s sister, El. Another girl just like her. With abilities and a nightmarish past, just like her. She wouldn’t have trusted Hopper so easily if it weren’t for El and her story.

As for Amy’s body, she was buried in a simple gravesite, not too far from the cabin. Violet didn’t have the funds for a funeral, and Amy didn’t have a family outside of her partner after coming out to them.

It was a basic headstone that laid in the very back of the cemetery, among the others who couldn’t afford elegant resting places either. On the days she found it easier to leave her bed, she took flowers to her grave. Violets. Amy’s favorite, and the meaning for Violet‘s name, along with her new infatuation for the color purple.

Entering this new world, Violet loved how all the colors around her burst to life. Without Amy, though, everything had faded to dull, muted shades.

Some days, she wanted to find the strength within her to color her life back in. Others, she just really didn’t want to exist anymore. Not in a world where Amy wasn’t present.

Tonight, was one of those nights where she felt the latter.

The start of May; it had been a few weeks since she met Steve, and he’d been around a few times more since then, to pick El up or drop her back off. Usually for D&D nights and low key plans at someone’s house; Hopper was still wary about where she went and who she went with. He was especially more wary once Violet told him her suspicions that Brenner was still out there somewhere.

It was somewhere around 11 pm, when Violet heard muffled voices outside the door, talking about her again. She knew they meant well, but she was tired of everyone walking on eggshells around her, tired of everyone acting like she couldn’t hear their concerns. She heard them, loud and clear, just couldn’t muster up the strength to really start to heal.

When she felt like healing was useless, she went off on late night rides. Sometimes to visit Amy’s grave, sometimes to sit at their spot high on the cliff of the quarry, to stargaze. It felt empty to search the night skies alone, though. Other times, it was really just her driving around for hours, trying to clear her head.

Thoughts of guilt often floated around her mind; she felt the burden of being the reason of Amy’s cruel death on her heart every day. Being out and away was one of the few things that helped her cope with those thoughts.

Hopper didn’t like her going out alone, but she always brushed it off, saying she was hidden in the dark. Really, it was just that in these moments, when she needed release, she would self harm. Sometimes with sharp objects, sometimes with her own powers weaponized against her.

Violet wasn’t new to self destructive behaviors. It was her way of escaping mentally while physically stuck in the lab, too. It was the only thing she had control over, the only actions she called the shots on.

Brenner had to have noticed the scars over time, but why would he care? He wasn’t Violet’s real father, her real family of any kind. All he cared about was what he could gain by using her, and even that proved useless to him when he found out she could heal.

What good is a weapon of destruction if it can fix the very damage it causes?

Violet felt worthless for as long as she could remember. It was getting better with Amy by her side, but she’d be lying if she said their relationship made her pain go away completely. Amy knew of the self destructive behaviors, too. But after countless times of trying to intervene, she realised she could only do so much for Violet without Violet helping herself first.

So here she was, her skin crawled as she could hear hushed voices on the other side of the door, discussing if anyone’s seen Violet eat lately. If she’s had any water, if she’s slept at all recently and for how long. Her skin crawled with shame and disappointment, and her heartbeat was ready to bust open her chest.

Violet rolled out of bed, sliding her boots on, not bothering to change out of her shorts and tank top; it was another humid, sticky spring night in Hawkins. She shrugged her denim jacket on, and threw the bedroom door open. The conversation stopped, Hopper, El and Steve all looked over in her direction, and she felt her face grow hot.

“I need air.” She mumbled before quickly stomping out the front door. She slammed the screen door behind her before anyone could question her, and jumped on the bike. The engine revved to life, and she took a quick last glance in the side mirror, towards the porch. She saw El slam the door open and run out, watching with concern as she sped off.

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Time didn’t exist when Violet was suffering. Time didn’t mean a goddamn thing when the pain weighed so heavy on her soul. She wasn’t sure how long or short she was driving around for, but like her body was on autopilot, she ended up at the quarry cliff.

The sky was clear, stars freckling among the deep navy void. The moon was a crescent, but still shone bright, acting as her nightlight.

Violet was sitting on the edge of the cliff, kicking rocks off the side and watching them fall, fall, fall fast down below, into the murky water. This was one of those times where she didn’t want to keep existing, and existing in this moment felt like a chore. More than that. A punishment. Was this what she got for getting away? Maybe the lab wasn’t as bad as she felt. Maybe she deserves the guilt, the pain. Maybe she wouldn’t feel this heartache if she just stayed quiet and complied to what Brenner wanted.

“No. No, no, no. That’s exactly what he wants me to believe. He wasn’t family. That lab was never, ever home.” She thought to herself. This wasn’t the first time she wrestled with these thoughts, wondering if she brought it upon herself, escaping her abusers.

But that’s exactly what they were, abusers. Nothing better than that. So why did she feel like she betrayed her past?

“Get it the fuck together, Vi.” She mumbled to herself, her fingers subconsciously fidgeting with her small knife in the pocket of her jacket.

A few minutes of more mental wrestling and struggling, and she rolled her shorts up, whipped her knife out without a second thought, flicked the blade out, and immediately began to race it across the skin of her thighs. High enough to stay hidden, even with shorts on. Not like hiding it mattered much, not when she had the abilities to heal herself.

Violet let the wounds sting for a bit, her skin burned with pain. She never let the blood flow get too chaotic, just enough to feel it, before she would begin to heal. Even if she was an expert at treating and removing blood stains, it was still a bitch to worry about. So, the less mess, the better.

Violet outstretched her palm, letting it hover just slightly above the fresh wounds. A warm glow, followed by a soothing heat radiated from her palm, and into the skin below. It was almost instantaneous relief. The wounds began to heal and close up, as if watching a wound heal on a time lapse capture. All that was left behind on her skin were completely healed scars. Fresh scars, red and purple in spots, but still completely healed nonetheless.

“Stupid,” she mumbled to herself. She didn’t realize she began crying until hot tears fell down her cheeks. The crying that came with this seemed to hurt more than the self inflicted wounds. Violet was numb, so numb and so gone from the world. She felt herself emotionally float away as the stinging of her damaged skin still burned slightly. It was blissful, and she wished she wasn’t so goddamn addicted to the way it felt.

“What’s the fucking point if I can’t heal my heart? What’s the point if I’ll never heal enough to move on, to feel free? I want a life, I want a future, but how can I hope when it’s nowhere near in sight?” She thought to herself, crying harder now.

In the height of these moments was when she was the most destructive. She’s tried before, she’d try again, and continue to try to take her life when it felt this bad.

But, her attempts were always unsuccessful. It had to be the healing abilities, saving herself every goddamn time from the brink of death.

Some force so much stronger than her death wishes would yank her back to safety. Sometimes, she’d jump. Sometimes, she’d swallow pills. Sometimes, she’d try shocking herself.

The list went on. Nothing worked, though.

It made her even more depressed that she couldn’t leave this world when she wanted.

In the height of this moment, Violet pushed herself to her feet, took a few steps back, then a running start off the cliff. Her stomach flipped and her breath became short as she watched the rocks of the cliff whizz past her. The water was right there, she was so, so fucking close. She could practically touch the surface if she stretched her hand out a bit more.

And then it happened. Again.

Violet’s body was plucked against the force of gravity by an even stronger force. It launched her high into the air, high above the cliff, before gliding her back down quickly and onto her back on the cliff again. The wind was knocked out of her, and she coughed as she caught her breath, sprawled out on the ground.

“God-fucking-dammit!” She cried out while the tears started up again.

Eyes open but still swimming in her tears, she looked up at the stars. A blurry nighttime view above her, shining so beautifully, and yet here she is, wishing it would all go dark.

Funny, how her abusers thought her healing abilities were worthless, when they wouldn’t let her die. Not by her own hand, at least. Some would say that could be worth something.

To Violet, it was nothing. Absolutely worth nothing.

“Violet!”

Her head felt fuzzy; did someone call her name? Maybe this was just one too many times she’s ended up with a concussion after an attempt. She could be imagining it.

“Are you okay?!”

Her head lulled to the side, cheek touching the dirt and pebbles. Exhaustion began to blanket her; she could definitely sleep here if her eyes shut long enough.

“Violet, can you hear me?!”

Vision still blurry, her eyes began to close, until the strong force pulled her back up. It wasn’t until she blinked tears away that she saw it wasn’t a force, but rather, a person. Mind still fuzzy, she couldn’t make out who it was, just that it was a familiar male voice.

“We’re gonna get you home, okay? You’re gonna be okay, I promise.”

That was the last she heard before exhaustion took hold again, this time, for good.

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“El, honey, give her some space.” A woman’s voice drifted into Violet’s ears. She didn’t recognize who it was. She heard small footsteps shuffle away. “How long has she been out for?”

“Just since the ride over. I really hope it’s just her being exhausted... I didn’t see any noticeable injuries.” The voice from earlier. She still couldn’t place it, but she knew that one.

“Okay, why don’t you grab the first aid kit from the bathroom, just in case. And some warm wet washcloths.” The woman said to the younger man, and more footsteps led away from them.

Violet’s eyelids felt so heavy. She wanted to open them, to see where she was, but she was just so, so tired. So drained.

In another room over, she heard a door open and slam shut, followed by the woman shushing the noisy individual.

“Sorry, I’m just... is she... ? Is she gonna-“

“She’s fine, Hop. Physically. I think she’s just extremely wiped out.” The woman cut off Hopper, who must have just came in. A sigh of relief left his lips, and guilt fell heavy on Violet once again. She felt terrible for always worrying him, as if he didn’t worry enough with keeping El safe and sound.

“It took a bit, but I found the first aid kit, and here’s the washcloths.” The younger man spoke up again.

“I can help.” El said, and gently began to remove the crusted blood around Violet’s nose. Violet scrunched her nose up.

“I’m awake,” she croaked out. “I’ve been... just hurts to move. Head hurts too...”

More sighs of relief filled the room as Violet fluttered her eyes half open. The blurry haze faded off her vision, revealing a room in a house she’d never seen before. El stood by her side, Hopper furthest away to them, with a woman she had never met before. In the distance between them and El was Steve.

“Where am I?” She whispered.

“Uh, Mrs. Byers lives closest to the quarry, so this was the safest place to get you to fastest.” Steve spoke up, looking everywhere but Violet’s eyes. She instantly felt shame, realizing he was the one who found her.

“Joyce is a good friend of mine,” Hopper said, noticing the panic on Violet’s face, “we can trust her. It’s alright.”

He stepped forward kneeling on the ground next to Violet as she laid on the couch. El sat on the edge, holding Violet’s hand gently. It amazed her how that child had experienced the worst of the worst in her short life, and still handled her surroundings with such care and grace.

“How... how’d you know?” Violet managed to ask, looking over at Steve. His eyes finally met hers. She tried reading his thoughts, but a sharp pain flashed through her skull. “Jesus Christ!” She cried out, clutching her head.

Steve gave her a sympathetic look before answering her as she relaxed again, “El told us. She was really the one who found you. She called a code red over the walkie as I was driving back home.”

“I hope it’s okay... We were just so worried, and I had a bad feeling when you left.” El chimed in. “I used my powers to find you. I’m sorry.”

“What?” Violet said, feeling awful that El felt she had to apologize. “El, please don’t apologize for this. I’m the one who messed up. You were just trying to help. You’ve just been trying to be there for me. You and Hopper both.”

“Vi,” Hopper started, “We just want you to be okay. And we know it’s going to be a long while before you will be. This isn’t something you can just simply come back from. But we don’t want you to feel like you have to fight this alone.”

El nodded along as her dad spoke, before speaking up herself. “Friends don’t lie.”

Violet knew this was the number one thing among the Party, her friends. One of the most important rules among their group. And she assumed El applied that to her, too. Violet teared up again.

“I’m so sorry.” She whispered. “I didn’t mean to hurt you guys. It’s just so hard existing anymore. I feel guilty for moving forward in my life.”

“That’s understandable. But you shouldn’t be carrying all of that on your shoulders.” Hopper said. “We don’t want you to replace your first family. But we don’t want you to think you’re not allowed to find another while you’re still here. You’re allowed to feel what you feel, but you have so much of this life to see yet. Don’t take that from yourself. Not this early.”

Violet chuckled, rolling her eyes. “Couldn’t no matter how hard I try. Every time I do, something stops me. I can’t even kill myself correctly.” She half joked, but Hopper knew she was still serious enough. “How much of a failure am I if I can’t even die by my own hand?”

“I think that something stopping your attempts has been you all along. Just... you looking out for you.” Joyce spoke up, half smiling. “Sorry, probably not my place to butt in, just know the support extends outside of the Hopper household too.”

“She’s right, y’know.” Steve followed, “There’s a whole group of us rooting for you. No pressure either, but we’re all here for you too.” She knew he meant the Party. Violet gave him the tiniest smile as a silent thank you.

“Stay as long as you need, by the way,” Joyce said. “I don’t want you heading back home until you feel okay enough to get up.”

“Thank you,” Violet whispered, and Joyce smiled before walking out of the room. She had such a motherly presence that she never saw on anyone else before. It was soothing.

Hopper patted Violet’s shoulder gently before getting up, “if you need anything, don’t hesitate to ask. I’ll be in the kitchen with Joyce. If you‘re not feeling alright to drive home, we can leave your bike here till tomorrow.”

Violet’s face dropped. “Shit! I forgot all about my bike. Fuck, I’m so sorry.”

“Language, kid.” Hopper warned, mostly joking, though. “I had Joyce come with me while you were still out, and drove it back here while she drove my truck back.”

Violet sighed out of relief. “Thank you so much.” If she was forced to live through her personal hell here on earth, she should at least have it with one of the few things that still brings her joy.

Hopper began to walk out of the room when El said, hiding a fit of giggles, “I can’t imagine him driving a motorcycle.”

“I heard that, kid!” He called out from the kitchen. El couldn’t hold the giggles back anymore, and they were contagious. Violet began to laugh along with her. She looked up at Steve while laughing, a blush forming across her face as he joined in on the laughter.

As the sounds died down, Steve rocked back and forth on his feet before saying “I should probably head out and give you guys space. I’m really glad you’re okay, Vi.”

Violet shot up, a little too quickly for her dizzy head’s liking, before saying, “Wait!”

Steve stopped walking to the door, looking back at Violet.

“Stay.... please.” Violet spoke out, voice shaking a bit. “You watched me try to do something incredibly stupid and helped me.... it’s only fair I learn a little bit about you too, huh?”

Steve flashed a soft, but genuine smile in Violet’s direction. There was something about the way she was so direct about her pain that made him only want to learn more, and not just about the bad. The good, too. All of it.

“Yeah, after all,” he started. “It’s kinda tradition around here... building bonds and starting friendships over trauma. I’m all ears to your story too.”

El gave Violet a knowing smirk, and Violet gave her one back. “You can hang around too, kiddo. We got lots to catch up on.”

El reached over and squeezed her into a hug.

“Just,” Violet said, “Please take it day by day with me, guys. This isn’t going to be easy. It hasn’t been, and I’m fucking terrified. But I have to keep going. I have no choice. Just, be patient with me.”

El nodded at her words, squeezing her again. Steve nodded too, slowly walking over to the other end of the couch to sit with the girls.

“We’re here for ya’, Vi.” He said. “Remember, friends don’t lie.”

#steve harrington x ofc #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x oc #stranger things x oc #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things fic #stranger things x reader #kill the lights

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amadeus-of-the-north · 4 years

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Trope Tag Game

Thanks for the tag @chocolateghost & @dena-1984 love you guys! Sorry it took so long lmfao, I didn’t know what to do (bc I’m dumb) and I also had to switch to my computer to copy & paste bc my phone is a BITCH!

slowburn or love at first sight (no offense to my love at first sight homies, but the fics just aren’t as good) // fake dating or secret dating (fake dating fics make me angry bc they keep missing opportunities to be together!) // enemies to lovers or best friends to lovers (both, I like to think I’m cultured) // oh no there’s only one bed or long-distance correspondence (not gonna lie, this one was TOUGH) // hurt/comfort or amnesia (the amnesia ones make me sad) // fantasy au or modern au (depends on the fandom) // mutual pining or domestic bliss (mutual pining is cute but OOOOO sometimes it be testing my patience) // smut or fluff (both, life needs to be SEASONED! we don’t eat unseasoned chicken in this house) // canon compliant or fix-it (Taco Bell, think outside the box) // reincarnation or character death (I like both tbh, but I’m weird and enjoy being a sad bitch from time to time) // one-shot or multi chapter (FEED ME MY DARLINGS) // kid fic or road trip fic (UGH childhood to adulthood romances just HIT DIFFERENT) // arranged marriage or accidental marriage (hmmm I don’t see accidental marriages often enough) // high school romance or middle aged romance (UGH we love teenage dramatic angst) // time travel or isolated together (I like the emotional ones, they’re so good!) // neighbors or roommates (AND THEY WERE ROOMATES!) // sci-fi au or magic au (they be doing some next level shit) // body swap or genderbend (uh not really a fan of either I’m afraid) // angst or crack (no question, hands down the easiest one to answer) // apocalyptic or mundane (I would like you to know that I Googled this just to make sure I knew what the fuck was up)

*The commentary was unnecessary but I have a bad habit of sharing my opinion without asking LMFAO*

Tagging: @tubbylita @thereylohandtouch @nostopidontlikeattention @arin-arryn @vivilove-jonsa

(Lol leave me alone, I don’t have friends)

#tag game #all the tropes

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therainroguebts · 4 years

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♡︎ This or That Fanfic Edition ♡︎

Tagged by the incredible @janellion, thank you so much for thinking of me ^~^)/ As always, I will post the original tag for easy copy and paste and then I will edit it to my own liking beneath the cut! You can find Kayla’s answers here.

slow burn or love at first sight // fake dating or secret dating // enemies to lovers or best friends to lovers // oh no there’s only one bed or long-distance correspondence // hurt-comfort or amnesia // fantasy AU or modern AU // mutual pining or domestic bliss // smut or fluff // canon-compliant or fix-it // reincarnation or character death // one-shot or multi chapter // kid fic or road trip fic // arranged marriage or accidental marriage// high school romance or middle aged romance // time travel or isolated together // neighbors or roommates // sci-fi AU or magic AU // body swap or gender bend // angst or crack // apocalyptic or mundane

❇ slow burn or love at first sight.

I... am not a patient person at all ._.) Slow burn fics can be awesome if done right, but most of the time I just get bored. Not to say the fic itself is boring or bad, that’s just how I am with things that are too long. It’s the same with anime! If given the choice, I would choose love at first sight simply because of that.

❇ fake dating or secret dating.

I don’t mind either, to be honest, but I feel like I’ve read and written more secret dating than I have fake dating. I guess there’s just something about trying to keep it a secret!

❇ enemies to lovers or best friends to lovers.

Again, I don’t mind either one, but I feel like best friends to lovers is more likely and much easier to write and read. Enemies to lovers can be very tricky because the whole point of being enemies is to hate each other, so it can be super hard to successfully transition into a loving relationship and, as mentioned above, I don’t have the patience that it would take for this.

❇ oh no there’s only one bed or long-distance correspondence.

This one is hard for me to choose. While both are amazing, I’ve found myself thinking about a long-distance fic for a while now, especially in the SMAU since, so I feel drawn to choosing that option.

❇ hurt-comfort or amnesia.

Most of my fics end up being hurt/comfort lol it’s basic and simple and I love that. I’m also not really a fan of amnesia fics. To be honest, I can’t really call any of the few that I have read.

❇ fantasy AU or modern AU.

While I certainly do enjoy fantasy, I feel more at ease with modern, both in writing and reading. My brain isn’t the... sharpest crayon in the pack and fantasy can come with loads of technicalities that my brain struggles to properly grasp. Plus you can relate more to modern!

❇ mutual pining or domestic bliss.

Both, to be honest haha But if I had to choose, I’ve definitely read/written more for mutual pining over domestic bliss. There’s just something so... final about marriage.

❇ smut or fluff.

Now, I enjoy smut. Most people do! But for me, reading/writing smut is more of a fleeting thing. I’ll sometimes get into the mood for some smut, but then I partake and I move on. Meanwhile, I’m always in the mood for fluff!

❇ canon-compliant or fix-it.

I honestly don’t think I can properly choose one of these because, well, in my opinion, all fanfics are technically fix-its while still remaining canon compliant. At least the fics that I write/read are, because they add an extra element that changes the story in ways while keeping it the same at the same time! Does that make sense??

❇ reincarnation or character death.

I avoid character deaths in both writing and reading. Period. But if I had to choose, it would be reincarnation because I have written this before. I’d rather keep avoiding fics about such things, though.

❇ one-shot or multi chapter.

As stated earlier, I have the patience of a flea. Most times, I just want to get in and get out, even with my fics. Reading, I lose interest fast. Writing, I can’t think of a good plot most times to make them keep going. Still, this doesn’t stop me from partaking in either lmfao But you can probably tell this by looking at all of the series that I haven’t finished.

❇ kid fic or road trip fic.

I’m not entirely sure what kid fics are? Is that just fics where the characters are kids?? Since I’m not sure, I’ll just choose road trip fics, which can be a fun read! I’ve personally only written it once or twice, though.

❇ arranged marriage or accidental marriage.

I... I’m sorry... accidental marriage?? How do you accidentally get married?? I am so confused. I don’t like arranged marriages because I think they are unfair but they are good plot armor for fics hehe

❇ high school romance or middle aged romance.

100% no contest. As someone that missed out on the high school experience and mostly watches school anime, I LOVE high school romance. While I have read/written middle aged romance because most people age them up, not feeling comfortable writing for teenagers ._.) Which, for smut I get, but eh.

❇ time travel or isolated together.

Time travel has never been my thing because that requires knowledge of different time periods or the brain power to create future/alternate times. However, I have been wanting to write a quarantine fic recently, partly inspired by #Alive which was a surprisingly good movie (and the English dub was funny).

❇ neighbors or roommates.

As roommates, you have so many more opportunities to make a bond and grow a relationship. This can be a lot harder as neighbors, or maybe I’m just biased because I personally never talk to my neighbors or interact with them or even SEE them most days.

❇ sci-fi AU or magic AU.

As stated above, sci-fi is above my brain’s pay grade lol I don’t understand most of it and it just doesn’t interest me. Now, magic? Love it! Especially if there are magical transforms involved! Though I’m not sure they’d be quite as epic in a fic.

❇ body swap or gender bend.

There’s just something about turning my favorite male characters into females for a short time that I just love. Though I’ve only written for it once or twice and I don’t believe I’ve read anything for it, either haha I just remember seeing these pictures of the Prince of Tennis boys turned into girls in bathing suits and it was just *chefs kiss*

❇ angst or crack.

CRACK. No contest lmfao While angst can be nice and needed to further a plot, I have more than enough angst in my real life and would rather NOT have too much in my fics. Crack can be hard to reach without being labeled simple comedy, in my opinion, but when you get there, it’s just amazing.

❇ apocalyptic or mundane.

I think apocalyptic can be fun in doses, but mundane just seems more... reachable, I guess? Slice of life has always been one of my go-tos because of its simplicity. It’s everyday life and feels more real and obtainable, you know?

Tagging: @kiralushia @kyokosasagawa @pudding-head-kenma @jen-and-jax @nekoma-hoe @sugaanoya @k-eijiakaashi & anyone that sees this and thinks it looks fun!

If you do NOT want to be tagged for such things (or if you do), please let me know!

#tagged #tag game #this or that #this or that game #this or that fanfic #this or that fanfiction edition

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