#i enjoyed writing this so much i love those 3+1/4+1 fics hehe
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Hi! This is my first time asking someone in Tumblr, so I don't know if this is the right place to ask or is this a place to make a request only?
But I have a question regarding tips on writing fanfic or the twisted wonderland character in general.
1) How do you write the characters personality in the fic? Do you have to do a lot of analysis characters before writing it?
2) How can you describe the moments and the vibes especially the creepy and angsty moments so well? It is as if you're in the story yourself!
3) How can you get such a good and unique ideas?
4) I love your fics! It's so amazing that I've always check up your ramblings to see new stuff! Also, you're so funny it's cute
Hi hiii!! :D this is the right place to ask all things! Thank you for your questions! I love rambling about writing, so I'm happy you're curious.
1.) I often study their canon habits and interactions to see how well that translates into yandere. In twst's context, there's a lot of potential (considering many of the cast are inspired from villains and the storylines have gotten dark on plenty of occasions). I also just enjoy analyzing characters!!!! It's so fun to look at them individually but also the dynamics and connections shared between other characters as well as their backstories and motivations. If it's a character I haven't written much of before, I'll do more research and analysis beforehand. When it comes to book 7, I've held off on spoiling myself as best as I can and diving into the plot because I want to be surprised when it comes to English. orz which is why I've yet to write anything in-depth for Silver, Lilia, and Sebek.
2.) Aaaa I'm glad it feels immersive! I look at it objectively and try to imagine what someone might do in a certain situation. It varies by character and personality, but then it's also fun to consider the various ways in which paranoia or anger or angst can take someone. I've felt raw, paralyzing fear before in the past, so sometimes I draw from my own experiences when writing those sorts of strong, all-consuming emotions! I also think the setting can help add to the overall atmosphere and feeling in a story. Using the weather to reflect emotions in characters, using the scenery to juxtapose something horrible with something happy, using the allure of various settings to add to the romance or heartbreak, etc etc. There are so many elements to a story that can be played with to get the desired emotional effect!!!
3.) I think it's just in my nature to tell stories. I adore writing and coming up with new ideas. >w< I'm always looking at things through a creative lens hehe. Most of my ideas are the product of my thinking too much or considering a simple subject in a complex light. I like being able to add unexpected twists to the plot.
4.) THANK YOUUUUU!!!! ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و ♡ I'm immensely flattered you would tune into my ramblings. And thank you for thinking I'm funny! This is arguably the highest compliment anyone can bestow upon me. I greatly enjoy being a court jester and making others laugh or smile. (˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧
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Finally getting to respond to those who were so kind to me in messages, comments, and reblogs in the past week! @otomiya-tickles was a blog with mainly tickle fics, but you guys definitely made it feel like there was more to it :)
I piled all my answers into one big post and will treasure them for as long as Tumblr decides to keep me online this time 🤭
@lovelymessybubbly: Ahhh I remember sending that ask long ago and always wondered if you received it. I still think the timing (of my leave and your return) is ridiculous hehehe, but I'm also glad to stick around and to see you back! I hope the hiatus has been good^^
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@dokidoki-muffin: absolutely honored to have inspired you and not only that, I think you're a great friend and I love our chats and our recent collab had me filled with joy^^ !! 🧁
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@fluffandgiggles: I love your blog, the fics you write and the fandoms you choose and your kind personality, I'm glad you got to go from anon to your own blog and hope you can have fun with it for as long as you like to!
@skayleay: Sending love back to you, thank youu*w*
@beth-bethar00: Thank you 🥺
@tiredleekaz: Your message made me giggle hehe thank you for the support for the x amount of years, I also realized how easy it is to lose count when I think of all my different 'tumblr eras' 😂
@lilliee0: Sorry you had to find out this way hehe, and thank you! My account is in a good place *dramatic music plays* (no it's actually not lmao)
@rachi-roo: The Real OG 😳 I'm not sure I can accept that compliment but I thank you for it!! :3
@blobbirobbi: Sending love right back, also your tickle stories are always welcome hohoho
Anon #1: Heheh right! I know I"ve once said that even if I would quit my blog, I would never deactivate voluntarily (and definitely not without announcement) so it would have to be Tumblr to take care of that. To think that actually happened :). Hope you have a lovely day too!
Anon #2: Ahh I'm glad I could help introducing you to the tk community! Thank you for enjoying my fics, all the best to you too!^^
@infrequent-creator: Don't miss me yet, I won't be gone entirely :) I'll be here, and I'll be loud. Just my fic production will come to an indefinite stop, or break. Who knows.
@yourgigglebugmaya: Ahhh that flatters me! Thank you so much^^
@shyanon01: Thank you for the sweet message!
@hakurei-k: Hahaha! Well I'm still here too and ready to adore Solomon together.
@dirtpie39: I had to google that lololol ('sike'). Thank you for re-following^^
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@moongeonight: 4 years ago!! ahhh I'm happy to hear it and hope you're still having fun! :D
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....and also ofc special speciaaaaal thanks to everyone else who reached out in DMs (I hope I answered you by now but will check soon), and to my dear friends on discord 😘
even though tumblr makes it look like my blog never existed, my evil spirit will live on and I'll keep being annoying 🤣
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a lonely bed is a cold bed is a really cute fic but what will happen to jay, if they broke up? will he be able to sleep by himself? just a thought maybe make a part 2 of the story hehe >.<
First of all, thank you, I appreciate the support 💕 Second, I can sense the angst and although I'm not a big angst person, I loveee the idea too much... So ask and you shall receive!! Have fun reading part 2 (≧▽≦) btw, this hurt me so much emotionally sooo yay, but fr loved the request. It was pretty fun to write. Hope to see you and your ideas again soon, anon!
an empty bed is all I have now | enhypen jay
warnings: talk of nightmares, tears, jay not over y/n, just a lot of heartbreak pain
genre/au: A LOT of angst, fluff, ex bf!jay
word count: 1.1k
summary: it's been a couple months since things went wrong between you and jay, and he only hopes that you're handling the pain better than him
sidenote: this is a semi-requested part 2 of 'a lonely bed is a cold bed'. read part 1, for more context. enjoy reading lovelies <3
Heavy breathing could only be heard in the room. The shine of the moon is barely seen through the window. A bedroom that used to be filled with so much warmth and happiness now feels strange and cold. Who knew that you leaving could cause such a change in.. everything. You really made such an impact in his life and now that you're gone, it all feels different.
Sleep eludes Jay. He dreads the night. He dreads the fact that he has to lie in the same bed that you used to sleep in; and just try his best to sleep. But every night is the same. The same place, with the same routine, and the same nightmare that ends up washing all his efforts to rest down the drain. And it seems as though today was no different.
Jay clenches his hand over his chest and tries to pace his breathing, "calm down. It's not real, it's not real, it's not.. real." He harshly wipes away any tears that might've fallen and forces himself up and out of bed. "Maybe some food will get this off my mind," so off to the kitchen he goes. He rummages around in the fridge and takes out some milk, looks in the cupboards and gets some cookies. Classic.
Heh, cookies and milk. Her favourite go-to midnight snack. I remember she always had this right after waking up from her bad dreams
He sets his snack on the dining table and sits down with a thud. He doesn't eat though. He just watches the water droplets run down the side of the cup because of the condensation, a pool of water gathering at the base of the cup. "She'd probably tell me off again for not getting a coaster. I'll have to listen to her lecture again on 'furniture care'... Shit, I wanna hear her voice so bad, even if it's just her telling me off." He bitterly laughs and blinks away the tears that brim his eyes. "The milk's lukewarm now, haha gross."
The sight is sad and pitiful, even Jay would agree if he could see himself right now. A single ceiling light barely lit up the dining area he was in. Jay's figure lonely eating on one side of the table, head tilted down with a sullen look on his face.
He felt so empty. This house no longer felt like a home. Without you here beside him everything just felt unfamiliar. There was no one to join him for meals and ask for a bite of his food even if you both ate the same thing, you always claimed that his food was tastier. Nobody could greet him with the hugs and kisses he loved so much by the door anymore. He could no longer listen to you ramble about your thoughts when you inevitably stayed awake from your nightmares. He gets it now, your fear of sleeping after those dreams. He only hopes that you have someone to talk to about it, even if it's not him. Jay opens up his phone and scrolls down till he finds your name. He opens the messages between you two and stares at the last message you sent him.. 4 months ago.
Nothing... what did I expect? AGHHHHH OF COURSE SHE WOULDN'T TEXT YOU!! You're so stupid to think that she would
These days he wonders how you're doing. If you're getting some sleep or still having trouble with it. He begs whatever deity is up there that you're alright. He hopes that you're doing better than he is. Jay hated the present so much. He missed the past, the past that had you in it. Maybe that's why he often stayed awake. Besides those frustrating nightmares that he has, he stays awake waiting for the moment you would call or text him; telling him you need someone to talk to or someone to listen to you, as you get everything off your chest. Then you'd likely ask him things like his regrets from the past, his fears of the future, the things he wants to keep in the present. He loved.. no, loves that about you. How you're able to be so vulnerable with him and allow him to be vulnerable with you too. If only you could listen to him now, he'd tell you that he regrets not being selfish and keeping you by his side till now. He hated that he let you go so easily. Too thoughtful to hold you back and too in love with you to stand the idea that you would be unhappy here. It was for the best. So why, why can't he let it go? Why can't he let you go?
"Huh, what's-" he touches his lip and sees the blood that stains his finger red. Jay clenches his teeth and runs his fingers through his hair, pulling on it in frustration.
UGHH WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME!! WHY AM I LIKE THIS TODAY?! GOD I JUST MISS HER SO FUCKING MUCH
"Forget it, nothing's gonna change. It's late, I should go back to bed. I have work later." He tosses his trash in the bin and places his cup in the sink, deciding that he'll clean it later. The male walks back to his bedroom and covers himself with the sheets. He shivers as he settles into the bed. It feels cold. Colder than before. What’s new? It’s not like he didn’t know that the bed has slowly felt colder these past few months. It will never be the same as before, nothing will, not even him. It’s time he faced the facts… You are gone. He can kiss cuddling you at night goodbye. No more listening to the sound of the other’s heartbeat to lull us to sleep. And he can no longer sleep easily, breathing in that comforting and home-y scent that you always have, of fleshly warmed blankets, sweet pastries, and the slightest bit of forest pine (kudos to you always wearing Jay’s hoodies and shirts).
He opens his phone once again and clicks on the latest photo he had of you. You look so happy here. Arms hugging your hoodie clad figure and smile so bright it could battle the stars. It was just a normal day then, but you made it feel so special… If only he knew what the future held, maybe then he would’ve cherished that moment just a little bit more. He strokes his thumb over the photo and lets his tears fall now, giving up on holding everything in. “I miss you, y/n, so so much. I hope you know that I still love you.” He bitterly laughs to himself. Does he even get to say that? “Sleep well angel, I hope I see you in my dreams.”
Did y'all see what I did there in the last sentence, hehe it hurts. I hope you all enjoyed reading. All support is much appreciated ^^
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Weekend Update 04/14/2024
Nerdie, you’re kinda late tonight.
Yeah, it was all taxes this weekend. 😭 Ugh. But it’s done. Let’s not talk about it anymore.
OK…So what’s new?
Back to work after time off. Adjusting and writing. I did watch the Ryan Gosling SNL episode. I laughed so hard.
I did get a manicure and pedicure - 💜 purple hehe!
I did read some fics this week:
1. Something Old by @fhatbhabie (Javi G x plus size female)
2. Sexting by @reallyrallyauthor (Steven Grant x Marc Spector x Jake Lockley x You)
3. Enchanted to Meet You by @beskarandblasters (Din Djarin x f reader)
4. Fires at Midnight by @inept-the-magnificent (Lucian Flores x f reader)
5. A Midnight Plea by @soft-persephone (Marc Spector x fem reader)
6. A Galaxy Far Far Away part 6: Halloween at Juniper Cottage - Pick your own pumpkin by @grogusmum (Din Djarin x earthling f reader)
7. I’ll Give You The Moon by @soft-persephone (Marc Spector x fem reader)
8. Mi Santa by @fhatbhabie (Frankie Morales x reader)
I did write some this week 👀 I’m sorry I’m advance. Things ended up dark. 😭 Those are marked with the red.
Back & Nose, Hair and Hat - (Only Parts of you Mr. Morales Series)
Her smile was worth it - for the iamasaddie writing challenge 2.0 (Pero Tovar modern AU DARK FIC)
Interlude Two - Tell me about her and Part Seven Merging the Star Clusters - (The Lake between us Series)
Scarlet Stains and their Echoes (DARK FIC) - Post Apocalyptic Fluff and Stuff
Chapter 3: Can we talk for a minute? - This is the Neighborhood Din Series.
This week there were a few things, like the writing challenge 2.0 @iamasaddie put together. We sent in asks, pick a color (I did it to myself, I asked for mob enforcer- where else was the fic to go but dark?) Despite being kinda freaked out at what I wrote (I’ll need to process that later) I like it. I usually don’t do dark fics but given recent themes in my writing it’s there. 👀 So I’ll write it if it pops up in the brain.
And this past weekend (I totally missed but sweethearts @perotovar and @honeyedmiller tagged me in) was the @swiftiscruff friendship exchange. From what I saw, people are writing fics for each other, making gif and moodboards and proving much needed friendship and fun. 😎
I’m sure there are other things. But I dunno what they are. 🤣 I hope everyone enjoys what they’re working on. And if you need to rest, drink some water, dance around, nap, all the things.
This week there will another chapter of Din’s neighborhood, I FINALLY have more Din fluff. Well in the neighborhood and Star Ocean Series. I should have another chapter of Benny and actual fluff post apocalypse. It escaped last week. So we’re bringing it back.
No more Ezra and his gumbo or tanktop 🥺 Part 8 will be up next Sunday. His prose will be no more for now. 🙃
My Frankie miniseries will be almost done. This Friday and the next Friday of my math is right. lol
Special thanks:
@mysterious-moonstruck-musings for finding an excellent pic of Frankie’s back and giving me notes on smut that I chose not to use for now
@connectioneverywhere for letting me talk their thumbs off and putting them to sleep. 🤣
@soft-persephone I see you 👀 Two words: Dem noses. 👃 You know. 😄
@megamindsecretlair You need to write about some curls! Telling me and Softie to write about them. You know which curls. 🤭
@soft-girl-musings Songbird, Cabbie and loud ass Marcello on drums. Why did I half expect him to be playing drums on SNL? 😂 He was wearing a very loud shirt so half credit.
@tinytinymenace it’s always fun seeing your namesake laying and just relaxing. 😎 With a dope poof.
@604to647 I really appreciated your ask and messages this week. 💜
Have a great week everyone! 🥰
Love Nerdie ❤️❤️❤️
#weekend update#Nerdie’s update#just under the wire#pedro pascal characters#oscar issac characters#fanfiction#fanfic rec#lovely friends#and just some fun
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tagged by @thisisapaige thank youu 💙
20 Questions for Writers
1. How many works do you have on AO3? 6 (i'm new to posting my stuff there)
2. What's your total AO3 word count? 33,807
3. What fandoms do you write for? Spn, tho back in the day i wrote weird ass crossover things for some games + comics + films and manga lmao. and none of those were in english
4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?
dressing down, shotgunning gone right, a couple of firsts, dancing moves, chipped coin
5. Do you respond to comments? i try to respond to all of them, even if with just a thank you, and i cherish them all very much
6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? umm for now it's dancing moves i guess? because it's very open and they're nowhere near done resolving their issues
7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? a couple of firsts. they will be fine and they will have a lot of sex :3
8. Do you get hate on fics? not that i know of? i mean in the comments everybody is very nice :')
9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? WELL. the thing is. i only read and write fics with smut because yolo carpe diem and i love smut and i think when it's well written it adds A LOT to the characters. or i just want to read steamy stuff for my own benefit hehe. anyway yes i write it and it can be anything really, but usually it's on the verge of desperate and they're very obsessed with each other. i'm also a monsterfucker and love wing kink so that too. aaand i like writing d/s dynamics <3
10. Do you write crossovers? in my earlier days - yes, i've written a couple but it's just some bits somewhere in my folders and only one person besides me saw them. in spn fandom i'm not really interested in it
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? not that i know of and i don't think i'm that popular lmao
12. Have you ever had a fic translated? as of now - nope
13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? no and i honestly don't think i'll be able to because i'm too protective and too 'it should be my way and style and nothing else' person so i'd be a nightmare to co-write with
14. What’s your all time favorite ship? destiel (duh) and mckirk (so many years have passed and yet they still hold a place in my heart)
15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? idk i have hope that i will be able to finish them all eventually. but probably the 'Skating Gays' fic because i can't focus enough to do a proper research on all figure skating shit and i don't want to write it half blindly and also in my head it's like at least 40k long and it intimidates me because i usually write much shorter stuff
16. What are your writing strengths? dialogues and smut (or i hope so at least)
17. What are your writing weaknesses? can't stay motivated and focused to write Big Works and probs the whole 'what's around the characters' descriptions
18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? i'm bilingual myself with knowledge of bits and pieces in other languages and it doesn't bother me even if it's in a language i don't know, it can even be left without any footnotes if the meaning of this bit is for the audience/another character to fail to understand the character speaking. other than that i can read the translated text and be okay
19. First fandom you wrote for? hmm. hard to remember but if we're digging deep enough it was probably tsubasa reservoir chronicle
20. Favorite fic you’ve written? i love all of them? i put my whole pussy in all of them and i enjoy them after. but IF i have to choose...dancing moves and dressing down probably. still. HARD
tagging @jactingjoices @hauntedpearl @angelcasendgame 💜
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Mr Van der Linde Pt. 1 - Dutch x Reader
OK I’m working on like a bagillion things atm but I wanted to get something out before the years end to prove that I’m alive and writing (those of you waiting on requests I promise I will get to them)
I’ve been sitting on this bitch for months and have a ton of ideas for it but I wanted to see if it was anyone’s cup of tea before I poured hours and hours into it but tbh i probs will either way hehe
Also I tried to make the location ambiguous but I’m a UK gyal and the UK uni experience is all I know so don’t shout at meeeee sorry
Also pt. 2 this will be slow updates fyi. But I am nothing if not a completionist so it will get finished eventually
Happy holidays to those celebrating! The fic is on ao3 if you prefer.
Summary: You meet John's father after your first term of university, and find your growing attraction to him difficult to ignore.
Word count: 8,248
Content warnings: Modern AU, age difference, alcohol, mentions of drug use
PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3 | PART 4 | PART 5 | PART 6 | PART 7 | PART 8 | PART 9 | PART 10
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You hated driving with John, he was far too reckless and half the time you were sure he wasn’t even paying attention to the road, but when compared to getting an overly expensive train or a stuffy coach, it was a no brainer. John’s warped view of the value for money, thanks to him growing up with an abundance of it, also played in your favour in that he refused to take any contributions for fuel.
After meeting John at a welcome party for your student accommodation, you soon bonded over growing up in a similar area - his house was just an hour on the train from you.
From then on, you’d often attend each other’s pre-drinks before nights out, and that soon led to you battling through your hangovers together the following day. You frequented his flat more often than your own by the end of the first semester, enjoying the company within it much more than that of yours. He and his childhood friend, Javier, had asked to be put together in their accommodation and he was always a lot of fun on nights out and super easy to get on with, and you discovered he’d taken the same course as you which saved you the worry of being alone in lectures. One of his other flatmates, Sean, had drove you insane when you first met him as he wouldn’t stop talking, but you soon grew to love him, too.
Abigail was another of his flatmates, and he made the dire mistake of pulling her on the very first night; making the living situation unbearably uncomfortable for everyone else, especially when the two made the event an “accidental” reoccurring theme. It was no secret that she was smitten the moment she met him, but John being John and John also being a university student he had no desire to enter anything serious, even if he did like her more than he let on.
You’d grown close to one of your own flatmates, Karen, and she often joined you on your trips to the flat across the hall, and after she’d drunkenly got with Sean on one of the nights out, being intoxicated became a requirement for her to visit the flat to calm her embarrassment. So, you all began smoking weed together on a regular occasion, and the small group became your favourite thing about university so far.
Although you were already saving money by getting a lift most of the way home, the day that John had wanted to return for the Christmas holiday only had expensive ticket options for the final leg of your journey on the train, but two days later was much cheaper and he’d kindly offered you a place in one of his spare rooms. You gladly accepted, eager to see how nice his house was and spend a bit of time with his younger sister, Tilly, who you’d only spoken to over facetime but whose dry sense of humour you found hilarious.
“Fuck, John, stop cutting people off,” you craned your neck backwards, watching the most recent victim of John’s erratic road presence throwing up the V’s at his car.
“Stop backseat driving,” he batted his hand, but as always there was no irritation in his relaxed raspy voice, one that was getting raspier by the day considering how much he smoked. If it wasn’t weed, it was cigarettes and oh there he goes lighting another.
“You do know this is why your car stinks, right?” you asked, cringing slightly at how careless he was even with his nice expensive vehicle.
“You’re starting to sound like Abigail,” he scoffed, taking an extended inhale from the cigarette and blowing the smoke at you for good measure, laughing in that signature wheeze of his when you recoiled.
Pushing the button to crank the window down, you leaned over and allowed the fresh air to fill your lungs now that you were back on normal roads.
The pair of you soon reached a more rural area, and John cleared his throat when he pulled into a gated entrance. You gawked at the property, once John had used his fob to open the gates to reveal a driveway filled with decorative stone leading up to a gorgeous big house.
“Shiiiiiit,” was all you could muster as you admired the beautiful brick and windows when you stepped out of the car.
“Yeah, yeah,” he dismissed, flicking his cigarette and leading the way to the front door.
You’d never seen a door so grand, dark wood that looked heavy and a golden lion's head holding the knocker. John fished his key from his pocket as you rang your fingers over it and didn’t care for your interest when he flung the door open.
“’m back!” he called into the house, which somehow felt homely despite how large it was. It was only a few moments before Tilly came charging down the stairs and flung her arms around him. You smiled as the pair embraced, one of the few brother-sister duos you knew that didn’t hate each other. They were extremely close, and you’d found out after a few weeks the reason why.
John’s mother had died when Tilly was only young, and your heart ached for the two kids but thankfully it brought them closer and they always had each other’s backs, with the guidance of their father, who had understandably been broken by her passing, along with their older brother.
Tilly greeted you too, and you shook her hand as she bounced in the direction of the kitchen. “Dad’s in the back room watching the game with Arthur,” she informed the two of you as you followed in her direction. You’d heard a lot about Arthur, John’s older brother, and had the privilege of seeing a photo of him once. He didn’t live at the house, instead with his boyfriend, Charles, and if you’d have known he was going to be there today you might have made a bit more effort.
You tried to be subtle as you took in the gorgeous room, black granite counter tops and high-end appliances only a backdrop for the big family kitchen that boasted an island in the middle with stools pulled up to it as it functioned as a breakfast bar too.
As Tilly helped herself to something from the cupboards, you followed behind John to the adjoining room where you could hear noise from the TV in the form of a football commentator.
You weren’t often nervous, not really, but something about this big house made you wonder what sort of man owned it and managed to make it warm and inviting while single-handedly raising his three kids. And when you saw him, lounged back on his sofa, wrapping his long ringed fingers around the neck of his cold beer bottle that paused on its way to his lips as his eyes landed on you, you had to gulp.
And when your name rolled of his tongue, that voice so deep and rich, you tightened your grip on your bag and quietly sucked air into your lungs as you smiled at him coolly. That didn’t help either, just brought your attention to the faint smell of tobacco in the air mixed with cedarwood and some delightful cologne that you wanted to inhale even more of.
But christ that’s John’s father you’re thinking about and you’re stood there like a moron and he’s waiting for a response. “Mr Van der Linde,” you swallowed. “Thanks for letting me stay, your home is lovely.”
John tutted loudly at your ass-kissing display, but you didn’t miss him shrinking slightly when his father turned his attention to him.
“I see you’ve not developed any manners while you’ve been away,” he tipped his chin down at the man who now gave off the aura of a boy, before looking back at you. “Thank you, miss. Please make yourself at home.”
You nodded and swallowed again, hoping it wasn’t noticeable to anyone else but God your mouth felt so wet all of a sudden. He was John’s father, alright, in possession of the same rugged charm held by his son, but much more refined and much less boyish. He shifted slightly in his seat, propping his leg up on the L-shaped sofa that he’d claimed the corner of. You darted your eyes away, reminding yourself not to look between his legs but wishing you could because those tailored black trousers did wonders for him.
“That’s Arthur,” John pointed lazily at the other man in the room, and you hadn’t even looked at him yet, but you were glad for something else to focus on. He was also a treat to look at, even more so in the flesh and you wondered what it was about this family that produced these kinds of men because you’d never encountered anything like it and now here you were in a room with three of them.
“Nice to meet you, Arthur,” you smiled and the man nodded in acknowledgement, nudging his beer upwards slightly.
Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Mr Van der Linde loosen the collar of his crisp white shirt, that’d been rolled up to reveal his forearms as a substitution for changing out of his work clothes to make himself comfortable.
“Will the two of you be joining us, son?”
You looked to John, part of you hoping he’d say yes but part of you desperate for any excuse to leave the room so you could breathe. John opted for the latter option, muttering something about being hungry and tired and wanting to settle in after the drive and Arthur asked when he planned on telling them all about his life at university, for him to just mutter later as he departed the room, and you quickly offered a smile to the two gentlemen before following him out.
“I’ll let you pick a room before we get the bags,” John began the walk up the stairs and you grunted behind him.
“Pick? You mean there’s more than one?”
He shrugged, as he always does when he felt uncomfortable discussing his financial situation. Half the time, you thought he hated having money, but you supposed it was more his manifested embarrassment over how much it set him apart from other people. Nobody would guess if they didn’t know, both due to his mannerisms and his insistence on often wearing the same t-shirt for a week straight.
“Well, where’s your room?” you asked, thinking that picking whichever was closest to him was the safest bet.
John pointed up, before walking towards a door which when opened, revealed another small flight of stairs. “Mine’s the attic. You’ve got the choice of that one,” he pointed at a door in front of you to the left, “and that one,” he pointed behind you at a second door, before making his way up the stairs to dump the first of his stuff.
You looked between the doors and decided to investigate the first one. It was bigger than your room at home, decorated in white and duck egg blue with a large double bed in the centre. The theme was the ocean, a beautiful painting above the bed depicting a grand ship on a calm sea. You’d be more than happy to stay here, hell a sofa would do you fine, but you still gave the other room a look even if out of pure nosiness.
The second room was warmer, dark wooden furnishings with an accent of a pretty mustard colour. The double bed was tucked into the corner beside the window, looking out over the garden and countryside beyond. There was no theme to this room, but a few decorations appeared to be antiques. You dropped your bag by an old-looking gramophone and ran your finger over the brass horn, marvelling at something so pretty being hidden away in a spare room. You peered at the disc inside, making out Tchaikovsky in faded lettering and reached your hand out to turn the crank, but recoiled when you realised you’d probably end up breaking it.
John’s feet thundering down the stairs prompted you to turn towards the doorway and he beckoned you to follow with the tilt of his head as he peered inside. You did, and the two of you made your way to the kitchen in search of food once your suitcase was safely situated in your room.
“There any dinner on?” he called to the next room.
“What’s it look like to you?” Arthur called back and John grumbled something about him being a smartarse.
“Half time is in five minutes, we’ll just order takeout if you decide what to get,” Mr Van der Linde called, prompting John to reach into a drawer and pull out a handful of menus.
“I forgot they even had paper menus,” you mused, leaning up beside John as you ran your hands over them to splay them out and get a good look. It all looked so good; you didn’t care which one they ordered from. “I’ll eat anything,” you announced and John huffed.
“You always do this. Can’t you pick for once?”
“I don’t mind! I could eat a horse I’m that hungry.”
John just rolled his eyes and scanned over the menus before pulling two of them out and presenting them in front of you. “Choose between these two then, I’ve whittled it down.”
You sighed, thinking that’s a fair deal as you looked between the two options: Indian or Thai.
Both were delightful, but you knew John would complain if you didn’t make the decision. After a minute of back and forth, you decided the tofu guay tiew was the most appealing and vocalised your choice of Thai.
“Dad’ll be happy,” he remarked, collecting up the other menus and unceremoniously jamming them into the drawer, “that’s his favourite.”
At the small sense of pride that filled your chest, you cursed yourself internally. Something about the man made you want to please him, an odd sensation for you since you usually could care less what other people thought. Besides, it was just a takeaway for Christ’s sake.
Shifting from the next room prefaced the two men that parted from it, expressions content and you assumed their team was winning. They were both so tall, because of course they were.
“Are you staying for dinner?” Mr Van der Linde asked Arthur who nodded as he deposited the beer bottles into the bin.
“Sure, I wanna hear all about little Johnny’s adventures,” he had a strong southern drawl, and proceeded to ruffle John’s hair who shoved him away in displeasure.
“Did you let our guest choose?” Mr Van der Linde then asked, raising his eyebrows at his other son before glancing at you with a small half-smirk.
John answered by reaching over the counter and handing him the menu, his eyes lighting up once he realised which one you’d chosen. “Good choice,” he hummed, not looking up at you and instead reaching into his pocket for his phone. “What does everyone want?”
“We can just use the app,” said John.
“No, I’ll call.”
John’s sigh caused the man to harden his gaze.
“It’s quicker over the phone,” he explained irritably.
“Dad’s an EOP,” John informed you.
“EOP?” Arthur repeated.
“Enemy of progress,” John responded, as though it was terminology even a baby should know, despite he himself only learning it from you a month ago.
“I am not,” the man grumbled. “Just don’t see the point of an app, is all.”
You smirked at the back and forth as Arthur rolled his eyes. “Someone just order the damn food,” he drawled.
Once everyone had ordered, including Tilly who it turns isn’t overly fond of Thai food but was quickly reminded by her father that she’d had free reign over the house and choice of takeout for three months, and it was only fair that her brother got to pick on his first night back. John teased her, saying that she’d become spoilt now that she was practically an only child.
“It should get here in time for the end of the game if we order and you collect it, otherwise we’ll have to wait an extra twenty. Up to you.”
“We’ll collect,” John answered without pause.
“You students really that hungry, huh?” Arthur chortled.
“I’m just excited to eat something that’s not instant noodles or beans on toast,” you hummed, thinking longingly about how much you’d missed a well-cooked meal.
“Or instant noodles on toast, in your case,” John teased.
At the looks of disgust directed at you, you huffed. “It’s nicer than it sounds!”
“That a thing you do often?” Arthur asked, more than intrigued by the strange diet of a student.
“Only when I fancy a change,” you shrugged and he scoffed, partially in disbelief and partially in amusement.
“Well, let us hope that your meal tonight is slightly more appealing,” Mr Van der Linde slid his phone back into his pocket, beckoning Arthur to follow him into the back room as the commentator announced the start of the second half.
You and John had left almost straight away to pick up the food, just to keep yourselves occupied, and thankfully it wasn’t long before you were back at his house and greeted with an already-set table including a couple bottles of wine.
It was a bit of performance getting everyone’s correct orders to them, but eventually you were all seated. Mr Van der Linde was at the head of the table (of course) with Arthur and John either side of him, you sitting next to John and Tilly sitting next to Arthur.
“Help yourselves to wine,” Mr Van der Linde gestured to the bottle of red and John didn’t need to be asked twice, pouring himself a large glass which his father eyed suspiciously.
John side-eyed you and laughed at your pursed expression. “She has a uh... an aversion to red wine,” he explained to the table.
You threw him a glare, embarrassed that he was bringing up your drunken tales from when you were learning your limits, even if you’re still yet to be mindful of them.
“Ha,” Arthur barked, “I’d like to hear that story.”
“Nobody is hearing that story,” you paused, “especially not while we’re eating,” you shuddered at the memory, looking at the delicious food in front of you and willing your brain to think about anything else.
“This is proper wine, not like that shit you students drink,” Mr Van der Linde huffed. “Just try a tiny bit.”
You obeyed, albeit hesitantly as you offered out your glass and John poured a mouthful in. Bracing yourself, you sipped it and tried to ignore the eyes around the table on you.
It tasted rich, smooth and warm on your throat and nothing like that red wine you’d experienced at university which was more closely related to window treatment. “Oh,” your tongue lapped slightly in your mouth, “that is nice.” You held your glass out again for John to fill and Mr Van der Linde chuckled to himself.
“I still want to hear some drunken tales,” Arthur took a sip of his own wine as you took another of yours.
“Well, I have plenty about John,” you smirked, forking some of your noodles into your mouth and nearly groaning at how good it tasted. Tilly’s eyes widened with intrigue.
“Don’t you dare,” he hissed, stomping his heel onto your toe under the table.
Your squeak turned into a laugh, and you raised your brows at him - I’ll keep your secrets if you keep mine.
He shifted his attention back to the food, knowing he had much more to lose in the present circumstance, and your agreement with one another was settled.
“How are your lectures, son?”
John shrugged. “Fine.”
“What are you learning about?”
You smirked around your next sip of wine, knowing that John hadn’t got a clue about the contents of his course given his terrible attendance to his lectures.
“Uh... Ethics.”
“Anything else?”
John attempted to remember the names of the modules he’d done the bare minimum for, but it didn’t seem to fool Mr Van der Linde one bit. He had mentioned that the push to study philosophy had come from his father, and unlike most kids that did something because their parents wanted them too, John didn’t seem to care. He much preferred being out of doors, with animals or working with his hands. Above anything, John preferred not working. So, a three-year degree, paid for by his father where he could slack off for a little while longer was more than welcome.
The way his father looked at him, you could tell John would be getting a talking to in a more private setting at a later date, but he instead turned his attention to you in favour of not lowering the mood around the table.
“Do you have more of an interest in your course than John does in his?” he asked you, his voice not entirely cleared of his disappointment and John noticed it too, shrinking his shoulders slightly.
“I suppose so,” you said brightly, hoping to alleviate the tension.
“You’re studying philosophy like John?”
“Oh, no,” you sipped at your wine, feeling as though you were being interviewed for your place on said course all over again. “Computer Science.”
He raised his eyebrow in surprise and Arthur hummed to vocalise how impressed he was. “Smart girl,” Mr Van der Linde said thoughtfully before taking a bite of food.
“She’s only interested in it because she has to be,” John scoffed, and you wondered if part of him was jealous at the praise you were getting that he wasn’t. “She’s got a scholarship,” he clarified.
You cleared your throat, embarrassed and slightly irritated at John for mentioning it. “I have to keep my attendance above eighty percent,” you shrugged nonchalantly.
“A scholarship? My my,” Mr Van der Linde brought his glass to his lips.
You just shook your head. Truthfully, you wouldn’t have even been able to go were it not for the scholarship; it would have been far too expensive, so you didn’t really have a choice in the matter if you wanted a place on the course.
“Do you know what you want to do for work?”
“Not really, suppose I’ll just go into software - that’s where most of the jobs are,” you took another sip of the wine and found your glass empty. “I guess I won’t go into app development, though.”
Even though you could slap yourself for trying to banter with him and only coming up with something so pathetic, he chuckled into his glass and his eyes were warm as they bore into yours when he licked a stray droplet from his bottom lip as he set the glass down.
You could swear you clenched.
“You always get flushed after wine,” John commented with amusement, refilling your glass before his own.
“I’m not,” you said quietly, holding your knuckles to your cheek and yes, your skin was burning. You grumbled and dipped your head, the spicy flavours of your dish now something you were all too aware of.
Mr Van der Linde just observed you, something unreadable on his face or maybe the wine had gone to your head and you just no longer had the capacity to distinguish emotions.
“Well,” he wiped a napkin over his mouth and sat back in his chair, his plate completely emptied of food. “I’m glad you’re around to keep John in check.”
“She isn’t as sensible and innocent as she looks,” John said over a full mouthful and Arthur tutted at his lack of table manners.
“That so.” Mr Van der Linde wasn’t asking. He sipped at his wine.
“Sure I am,” you cleared your throat, finding your voice once again but having nothing more to say to defend yourself. You couldn’t deny that John had experienced you in a light that was more than ill-fashioned, thanks to the numerous substances you’d experimented with over your short friendship so far.
The conversation continued long after dinner finished, Tilly talking all about her new school year and it was clear how much her father and brothers adored her; looking at her with all the love in the world and your heart swelled at the display. Your head swelled too, and you stopped your alcohol consumption after your fourth glass of wine, knowing you’d have a fierce headache in the morning.
Unfortunately, the conversation didn’t turn to the topic of Mr Van der Linde, and in your drunken haze you couldn’t stop your mind wandering as you thought about him as he sat there, a soft grin and slightly heavy eyelids following the wine and beer he’d drank that day with a hearty meal to top it off. You desperately tried to keep your gaze on whoever was talking, and for the past twenty minutes it’d been mainly Arthur. He briefly mentioned the business Dutch owned (what the business was, you had no idea) with another man, Hosea, his most trusted friend and colleague.
None of you had realised how close to midnight it was, and you rubbed at your eyes once Arthur pointed it out and called for a taxi to take him home. A yawn and a stretch later, you stood to excuse yourself too.
“Thanks again for dinner, Mr Van der Linde,” you said, picking up your cutlery, plate, and glass and loading them into the dishwasher.
“Please,” his voice came from right behind you and you stifled a gasp as you turned. John and Tilly were saying their goodbyes to Arthur at the door, but Mr Van der Linde was right next to you and god did he smell good.
And god, were you drunk.
“Call me Dutch,” he crooned, loading his own dishes beside yours.
All you could think to respond with was a nod. “Alright, thanks. Dutch.”
His brow softened at hearing his name on your tongue and he allowed himself the slight indulgence of wandering his eyes down your form as you walked away, clearly trying to hide in your walk how quickly the wine had gone to your head. He was in no position to judge, attributing his interest in his son’s pretty friend to nothing more than a drunken lapse of judgement that would go no further than that.
-
Your mouth was so dry.
The room span a little as you opened your eyes, but the headache wasn’t as bad as some you’d had previously, thankful that it was still dark out and you didn’t have to deal with any blinding lights. Rolling over within the comfort of the bed, which you could tell was dressed with a very expensive sheet and duvet set, you tilted your phone that sat charging on the nightstand and checked the time. 03:43.
Lord knows why you didn’t bring a glass of water to bed, or at the very least have some before you went to sleep, but you needed some right now and sat up to swing your feet onto the floor.
The house was still warm, and you ran your hand over a radiator in passing to find that it was on a low heat, so no wonder. You wore your plain, oversized, grey t-shirt and some underwear that you always referred to as your ‘boy shorts’. Drunken you had decided to be a little modest, at least.
(Mostly) sober you didn’t follow that trend, venturing onto the landing without pulling on some trackies, saying to yourself that you’d only be a moment anyway, so it was no matter.
You tiptoed down the stairs, thankful for the minimum creaking of the floorboards and made your way to the kitchen, the tiles cold on your bare feet.
There were a lot of cabinets, and while it felt rude to rummage through them you didn’t have much choice unless you wanted to lean over and drink straight from the tap, which was a much worse position to be caught in should someone see you. You eventually found the cupboard with the glasses and mugs, and after pulling out a pint glass you filled it up and gulped it down within seconds.
You did the same thing again, and as you were halfway done with your second glass a dim light was flicked on and you almost choked on your drink.
“Didn’t mean to startle you.”
Turning, you held your hand to your mouth to mask the massive gulp of water you held in it, and you swallowed it down as gracefully as you could, wiping your lips with the back of your hand as you cleared your throat to greet Dutch.
“It’s no problem,” you shook your head. “Sorry, did I wake you?"
He shook his head too, dismissively, and you didn’t miss his eyeline drop to your legs before back at your face.
“Shit,” you muttered, moving to hide your bottom half behind the island and he smirked.
“Don’t worry about it.”
But obviously you did, you’d known him shy of twelve hours and he’d just found you in his kitchen dressed the way you were and he’d probably seen half of your ass when you were turned the other way.
You glanced down at yourself by uncomfortably.
He let you fester for a moment under his smirk, before shrugging off his night gown to reveal his broad and surprisingly muscular chest, black hairs decorating it as well as his stomach. “Here,” he handed it out to you over the counter, leaving himself in just his red and black checked bottoms.
You took it without thinking, most of your brain power allocated to the task of not staring and you looked at the garment in your hands. “You don’t have to -”
“It’s fine.” He looked almost bored of your apologetic demeanour, something you realised he’d seen a lot of from you. You took the robe and wrapped it around yourself, the softness of it making you want to curl up but not quite as much as that scent did.
“Thanks,” you mumbled and he nodded. “You don’t have any painkillers, do you?” you asked, feeling like an immature teenager that couldn’t handle her drink. “Just in case.”
“Of course.” He moved round the counter and opened a drawer, tutting at the creased-up menus that jammed it and you did your best to hide your amusement. A rattle from the packet later, he pushed two out and offered them to you, and you held your hand out for him to drop them in. You popped them in your mouth and leaned your head back to gulp down some water.
He stared at your neck as you did so, but ripped his attention away when you brought your head back down.
“Is your head hurting?” he asked, stepping towards you and holding his hand to your forehead while brushing your hair away soothingly.
“Oh no, not really,” you swallowed. “It’s just in case it does in the morning.”
“I see,” he said plainly, casually returning his arm to his side.
“Thanks... again.”
Leaning back on the counter behind him, he crossed one foot over the other and offered you a gentle smile. You took another few sips, emptying your glass.
You glanced from Dutch to the sink and back to Dutch, before making your way over to fill up again. Now he was right next to you, silently observing and you didn’t face away from the sink as you drank down some more water. You could feel how warm he was, it radiated from his chest, and you were glad to have sobered up because you were certain drunken you would’ve just leaned into it, and how awful would that be.
Awful. Terrible. Definitely not wonderful.
Gulping down the rest of the glass, you finally felt satisfied and filled up once more so you could bring some it to bed with you. You turned to the man beside you, who did nothing other than blink.
“Good night, Mr Van der Linde.”
“Good night, miss.”
You walked out of the kitchen, remembering you hadn’t called him Dutch like he’d asked but supposing it wasn’t a big deal and you couldn’t think too long on it without the image of him topless crept back into your mind.
He’s John’s dad.
Shaking your head to hopefully rid it of your thoughts, you pushed open the door to your room and closed it gently before climbing into bed and curling in on yourself, keeping his nightgown wrapped around you.
-
Despite it being winter, it was too hot when you woke.
It was no surprise, given the heating was on and you were wearing Dutch’s robe and had a thick duvet draped over you. You kicked it off, star-fishing and grimacing at the sweat that’d pooled on your lower back.
09:07.
You brought up your messages with John.
Going to get a shower if you don’t mind.
John was mostly hit and miss with his sleeping schedule, sometimes he’d be up at the crack of dawn and other times he’d sleep in until mid-afternoon. Today, you were thankfully he’d been an early riser.
Knock yourself out.
You stayed still for a moment, before sliding out of the bed and unzipping your suitcase to find your toiletries bag. Not wanting to change into anything that was clean, you opted for keeping Dutch’s nightgown on since you were only walking across the hall.
But when you did, and reached your hand out to open the bathroom door, you could hear the shower on from inside. You frowned and turned, in time for Tilly to depart from her room to the right.
“Oh, John’s just gone in,” she informed you.
“Fucker,” you grumbled and she tilted her head at you in questioning. “I just told him I was getting a shower.”
She giggled apologetically, her eyes shifting to look behind you at the sound of a door opening. You turned. Dutch. You hadn’t realised the room next to yours was his.
“You’re welcome to use my ensuite,” he yawned, patting Tilly’s arm as she passed him to go downstairs.
“Are you sure?”
“I wouldn’t offer if I wasn’t.”
“Right,” you nodded. “Thank you.”
“There’s no shower in there,” he leaned against the door frame, folding his arms over his now (unfortunately) covered chest. “Just a bath, but I can draw you one up no problem.”
A bath. God, you missed baths. Your accommodation only had crappy showers that were unbearably inconsistent with their water pressure and temperature.
“I’m sure I can wait,” you shrugged, not wanting to trouble him even a little.
“John’ll be at least 20 minutes,” he pointed to the door with disappointment, “bath’ll be full in ten.”
You swallowed, now feeling like it’d be rude of you to say no. “O-Okay, thanks. But I can run it.”
“Please, allow me. On account of my idiot son,” he scratched the back of his scalp lazily.
You huffed a laugh, not wanting to oppose him anymore and gave in. “Alright, I appreciate it.”
Dutch nodded, disappearing into his room and you busied yourself back in yours while you waited. You were fiddling with the gramophone again when he rapped at your open door.
“You just turn the crank,” he informed you.
“Oh, yeah, I didn’t want to break it.”
He huffed in amusement, meandering over and stopping next to you to wind it up.
You smiled fondly, as the ever-familiar Dance of The Swans began playing.
“Swan Lake,” you hummed, more to yourself than Dutch but he turned to you with his eyebrows raised.
“You like ballet?”
“Love it. Used to take lessons when I was younger, not that I was any good,” you snorted. “Swan Lake was always my favourite.”
His smile was warm, and eyes intrigued. “Do you go to see the shows often?”
“Not as often as I’d like, it’s been a couple years actually.” Life as a student didn’t often allow room for the luxuries of tickets to the ballet.
Dutch nodded thoughtfully. “Well, your bath is ready.”
You followed him out the room, the song reaching its crescendo and fading out in your ears as the two of you walked further away from it. He opened the door to his bedroom, motioning for you to enter.
“There’s a speaker in there if you want to put on any music, John says it’s Bluetooth or something.”
God, he’s adorable.
He’s also John’s father goddamnit.
“Thank you,” you cleared your throat, walking past him and through the next open door, stopping at the frame.
“Take your time,” he hummed after you and you nodded in appreciation as you closed the door. You'd wanted to sneak a peek at his room but couldn’t very well do so with him watching you. You dropped your things on the floor and locked the ensuite, turning to the pristine bathroom that felt warm and cosy despite the fact it was mostly grey, the floor slate and the standalone bath by the small window at the end.
The smells inside the room were wonderful, and you peered into the steaming tub and to your surprise it was filled with bubbles, the water a shade of lavender and you were impressed that he even had the supplies to make such a delightful bath.
He’d even lit a candle for you.
You shrugged off his robe and hung it on the back of the door, taking a second to smell it and make sure it didn’t now reek of your sweat. Thankfully, it didn’t.
It was the best bath you’d ever had. You’d played some of your favourite relaxing music and looped through an entire album before you cracked your eyes open, realising how long you’d sat in the warmth as your hangover dissolved away.
Giving the bath a little once over with the scourer and bathroom spray you found under the sink once the water was out, you rubbed your nice-smelling moisturiser over your skin and dressed in your clothes for the day; feeling miles better than you had done a few hours previous.
You only allowed your eyes to rake over Dutch’s bedroom briefly, dark mahogany furnishings and an extremely inviting king-sized bed with silk sheets in the centre of the room. The only think you didn’t like was how eerily tidy it was. You left quickly.
The scent of something sweet greeted you and you cringed slightly upon seeing the hands of the fancy kitchen clock reading the time of 10:25. Whoops.
Nobody seemed to mind, greeting you as John and Tilly sat at the breakfast bar while Dutch cooked over the stove. You flicked John’s ear as you passed him for stealing your shower, although you weren’t really that bothered since the alternative was much more desirable. He rasped his laugh, as usual, and you could tell he’d just had his morning cigarette, though you suspected he was missing his weed that he’d usually smoke on a Saturday morning.
“You were pretty wasted last night,” he slung his arm over you, and you pressed your forehead into his shoulder.
“I wasn’t that bad,” you mumbled into the fabric of his hoodie that you’d borrowed on more than one occasion.
He vibrated with a laugh, resting his head on top of yours and you pondered which one of you had really been that drunk, considering he was showing signs of a strong hangover; he was always very snuggly after a particularly heavy night. “Hair of the dog later?”
“You’re going out tonight?” Tilly asked and John looked to you.
“If we don’t find anything else to do, probably. We did say we were only going to go if Javi went anyway.”
“And is he?”
“Not sure,” you hummed, shifting to lay your head on John sideways (he was surprisingly comfortable given his lean frame) and pulling out your phone to find no new messages from Javier.
Thoughts on tonight?
You set your phone on the counter, not expecting a reply until much later when he finally joined the land of the living.
“We could go on a walk?” Tilly asked sweetly and John groaned.
“A walk,” you jabbed his side, “would be lovely. Maybe in a few hours when John’s recovered.”
“Coming, dad?”
Dutch cleared his throat, seemingly very focused on his cooking and slung the tea towel over his shoulder. “Uh... Perhaps. It’s colder than it looks out there.”
He brought two bowls over, one filled with fresh berries and another with melted chocolate. You groaned in delight and sat up from John, peering at the selection.
When the bowl of chopped banana arrived along with lemon juice and sugar, Dutch allowed himself a glance in your direction and his lips turned up at the sight of you eagerly eying the food.
He finally brought over the pancakes, sauce, and fresh orange juice before seating himself beside Tilly.
You salivated at the display in front of you, the best cure for a hangover that wasn’t quite the same when you’d made it back in your flat. “Thanks so much, Dutch,” you hummed, beginning to stack your pancakes with toppings.
“It’s my pleasure,” he chuckled, pouring out a cup of coffee.
Internally, John briefly questioned when you’d gotten to a first name basis with his dad but didn’t give it much thought to it and soon his full focus was on the food in front of him.
“I got a load of washing,” he chewed his last mouthful after pretty much inhaling his breakfast, washing it down with a glass of orange juice.
“You know where the laundry room is,” Dutch countered calmly to which John scoffed and stood to grab his washing that’d accumulated over the past few weeks. “Do you want to wash anything, miss?”
“Oh,” you swallowed your juice, remembering your suitcase full of clothes that needed washing. “It’s fine, I do have some but I was just going to do it when I got home.”
“Nonsense. When John’s finished you can put a load on.”
You shrugged. “Alright, suppose I may as well.”
Later that day, Dutch called up the stairs to let you know the washing machine was free and you ambled downstairs after separating your clean clothes from those that needed washing. He directed you to the laundry room and you placed your suitcase on the dryer and opened it, deciding that one load should be enough. You looked at his fancy washing machine, slightly uncertain on how to get it going.
As though reading your mind, he appeared in the doorway and cleared up your confusion. You turned to thank him and found his eyes cast down to your pile of clothing – and you were mortified to see your underwear right at the top. In an attempt to play it cool, you looked back to him and he gave you a smile, one that had you questioning if he’d even been looking or if it was just a figment of your imagination. You returned his expression, turning back to desperately try and remember what he’d just told you about how to work the appliance and you leaned over to turn a dial and pretend you knew what you were doing. You breathed a sigh of relief when the door clicked shut after an extended moment, and dumped your pile of clothes in.
Unfortunately, the weather was both cold and rainy by the afternoon, squashing all hopes Tilly had of going on a walk. She made you promise that when you next came round, you’d join them on one and you were reminded that you had to leave tomorrow but the prospect of returning was an exciting one. Incidentally, Javier had no desire to go out in the rain and so yours and John’s plans were cancelled too, but you went to the drive through for a late lunch that you’d both finished by the time you returned to his house.
Instead, you spent the rest of the day on the sofa with Tilly and John, flicking through Netflix and bundled under blankets. Dutch put you to shame by having a better social life and going out for beers with his friends that evening, but he made a lasagne to go in the oven when the three of you got hungry, and the entire thing was demolished in no time. Nursing a rather large food baby, you turned in at around 11pm.
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“Are you going to come and watch?” John asked you after he informed the room that he'd be playing football with the guys on that dreary Sunday.
You glanced out the window and back to him with a frown. “It’s pouring rain. And I see you’re going back on your promise to give me a lift to the station.”
“I never promised nothing,” his expression told a different story; he’d just forgotten. “Dad’ll take you,” he gestured to his father who looked up from his phone.
“Course I will,” Dutch stated, and returned his attention to the device in his hand.
“Oh, it’s fine, I can get a taxi -”
His expression alone silenced you as he looked up once more, an eyebrow raised at you to stop protesting. “I insist,” he said after letting the silence hang in the air for a bit. You just nodded.
When John left an hour later, he gave you a big squeeze goodbye and you told him to at least do some revision for his exams in January, to which he countered that they didn’t even count to the final grade and you couldn’t really argue with him on that. With Tilly up in her room and a couple of hours to kill before you had to leave, you tried to find something to watch on TV but had no luck and sighed as you eyed your laptop beside you. May as well try and get some work done.
You begrudgingly pulled up the code for one of your assignments, but soon found yourself focused and began to make some decent progress.
“What on earth is that,” Dutch commented, leaning on the back of the sofa as he squinted at your screen over your shoulder.
Huffing a laugh, you craned your neck to look back at him. “Broken code,” you stated, before looking back at said code.
“Looks... interesting. How can you concentrate with this on?” he gestured to the TV.
“Oh,” you looked up, half forgetting it was even on. “It’s just background noise.”
“I see. Mind if I watch something?”
As if he was asking you, like it wasn’t his own house. “Course not.”
He moved round the sofa and dropped himself in the spot you’d first found him in, and he flicked through the channels until he landed on a cooking show, and you were reminded of how delightful your dinner was last night.
“That lasagne was so good,” you commented, not taking your gaze off the screen in front of you.
“I’m glad you liked it. Can I get you a drink?”
“Oh,” you blinked at him, “no, I’m fine thank you.”
You returned your attention back to your work and settled into the cushion of the sofa. It felt oddly normal to sit with Dutch, while he did have a very intimidating aura, he was also the kind of person you could sit in silence with and not have it be awkward. He lounged back, watching his show while you typed away on your keyboard.
Before you knew it, an hour and a half had passed, and you rubbed your eyes before closing your laptop.
“Ready to get going?”
You groaned and rested back, wishing you could curl up on the comfy sofa instead. “I guess,” you grumbled.
Dutch chuckled fondly. “You’re welcome back anytime.”
“Thanks Mr Van der Linde,” you smiled at him, and there was something about the way he was looking at you...
Or perhaps it was your imagination.
He cleared his throat as he stood, placing his warm hand on your shoulder as he passed and you almost leaned into it, but he was out the room before you could and all that remained was that scent of his. You shivered as you stood.
The short journey to the station was delightful, in Dutch’s fancy car that had heated seats and was pristinely clean. You only allowed yourself to look at him once, the way he sat back and leisurely stirred the wheel with one hand, his other one resting on his thigh.
“Have a good Christmas, miss,” he tipped his head as you turned to close the door, and you returned the sentiment.
You were actually glad to be leaving, a little fantasising was harmless but there was something about that look in his eye that had you wondering if perhaps it could be a reality. And, of course, that was territory you’d never venture into; sleeping with your friend’s dad, a man twice your age? Absolutely not. Time to enjoy Christmas at home and forget all about him.
When you couldn’t find one of your favourite pair of knickers, the lacy, dark grey ones, you tutted at yourself for forgetting them even though you were sure you’d packed them. But when you returned for second term at university, they weren’t anywhere to be found in your flat, either.
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20 Questions for Fic Writers
Thank you @wanderingblindly I love love LOVE answering these!
1. How many works do you have on AO3?
Just five! I haven’t actually published very many (obviously) but maybe I will in the future :-)
2. What’s your total AO3 word count?
40,450 apparently!!
3. Which fandoms do you write for?
These days, just F1 RPF. I used to write for other fandoms (the other published fics on my AO3 are for The Arcana, if any of y’all know that lol)
4. Which are your top 5 fics by kudos?
Given that I literally have five published…
- fallingforyou (random Lestappen word vomit)
- Enchanted (Lando’s Version) (little Landoscar drabble thing)
- The Magician (The Arcana - I wrote this one unemployed summer, mostly while wine drunk, aged maybe 22)
- Grimoire (The Arcana)
- Eridanus (The Arcana - this had potential but I never finished it teehee)
5. Do you reply to your comments? Why or why not?
YES! I don’t get very many, and appreciate each and every one! It makes me feel validated ngl 😅 i love engaging with other people who have things to say about something I create. Like, that’s so cool right?!
6. Which of your fics has the angstiest ending?
Honestly, none of them. I’m a sucker for a happy ending, so I will be tying up all loose ends to finish my fics. Maybe I’ll say Enchanted (Lando’s Version) purely because it doesn’t really have an ending - just a “perhaps”.
7. Which of your fics has the happiest ending?
I guess fallingforyou. I think it ends on a fairly hopeful note.
8. Do you get hate on your fics?
Not so far! I don’t think I have enough of an audience to generate hate comments, so I’m grateful for that lol
9. Do you write smut?
I do! Not necessarily very well, mind. It’s not often very dirty, more romantic smut. Is that a thing? It is now.
10. Do you write crossovers?
Nope. That’s some big brained behaviour and simply is not for me. I can’t keep up with one fandom, let alone multiple lmao much respect to those of y’all who manage it!!
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
Not to my knowledge. Like I say, I don’t think I have enough reach.
12. Have you ever had a fic translated?
Nope - for reasons above!
13. Have you ever co-written a fic?
Not really. Although I help out my beloved Lola ( @twinkodium ) on hers, if that counts
14. What’s your all-time favourite ship?
LAWD i do not have one 💀 currently Lestappen or Brocedes (thanks to @like-pilot-lights for that one hehe)
15. What’s a WIP you want to finish, but probably never will?
Like In Karting, my Lestappen passage of time daydream. Will I ever get to the end? Probably not! Do I love it dearly? Absolutely!
16. What are your writing strengths?
Openings. Like, first lines. I can introduce a scene like nobody’s business. Just don’t ask me to finish it.
17. What are your writing weaknesses?
Pacing. I desperately want to just get to the point, which makes my fics feel rushed. Pls help me fix this.
18. What are your thoughts on writing in other languages in fics?
Besties i don’t even write well in English 💀 I feel like a lot of the time, it serves no great purpose. Especially if it’s randomly inserted google translate phrases that nobody speaking that language would ever actually use.
19. What was the first fandom you ever wrote for?
I guess like Harry Potter or One Direction, circa 2010 lol
20. What’s your favourite fic that you’ve written?
One that I published anonymously of the Dead Dove: Do Not Eat variety. I love it so much - it’s genuinely the only fic of mine that I read back and actually enjoy. I usually just publish my work and leave it there.
Of the fics actually associated with me, I suppose fallingforyou? I dunno. I actually hate both of my recent ones soooo
I don’t know who hasn’t been tagged yet, so I’m tagging @twinkodium and @lestappenforever because I love you both and I love your work and I wanna hear everything y’all have to say :’)
#I’m not linking my non-f1 fics#I don’t think any of my active followers are here for the arcana content#but I did link my ao3 profile so if you wanna read them they’re there#thank you for tagging me!!!!#I love thèse sm#I fear I do not have enough work published to make this very interesting#maybe I’ll actually finish some fics#those of you who read this:#you guys are very encouraging ilysm#fictalk
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20 Writer Questions
Was tagged by @emilie786!
1. How many works do you have on Ao3?
I currently have 46! I have a couple sittin' in the crockpot tho hehe.
2. What’s your total Ao3 word count?
164,375
3. What fandoms do you write for?
Historically, I have written for Star Wars and Star Trek. Right now I am writing for The X-Files :)
4. What are your top five fics by kudos?
My top 5 are all older fics of mine: "When Sunrise Comes Early," "From the Depths of My Two Brain Cells," "The Voyager Bunch," "Ex Equis Scientia," "I'll Always be Around, Wherever Life Takes You"
5. Do you respond to comments?
Absolutely.
6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
Hmmmmm hard to say because I tend to end even my angstiest fics on a hopeful note.... I guess maybe "Night Visions?" Or, I'm sure there's a one-shot back in Ye Olde Star Wars collections somewhere that was extra angsty, but I am not going back to read those right now because I have neither the time nor fortitude.
However, I will be publishing something during Merry Month of Cohen that is p angsty so keep an eye out for that he he :)
7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
Again, hard to say because I end almost all of my fics on a happy/hopeful note. I feel like maybe "Blessed Be The Man?" I really liked the way that one ended.
8. Do you get hate on fics?
Not really. I've had some... aggressive? comments before that bordered on rude, but they never seemed to be coming from a place of hate. Usually, it's just people who enjoyed the story but made the presumption of telling me an element they had wished was different in a way that was not very politely worded. I don't take a lot of offense to it. I'm not popular or controversial enough to get actual hate comments lol.
9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?
Nah bro. I get giggly and weird when writing a kiss scene; what the characters do beyond that is none of my business lol.
10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?
Not really? I tried writing a Star Trek Voyager/Star Wars crossover once but never finished it because it was not clicking. Other than that,,,,,,,, I guess @well-and-true and I keep having our Treksonas do holodeck programs based on The X-Files, which hasn't really been ficced (yet) but it's fun to imagine! Lots of shenanigans.
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
Not in the manner that this question is asking, but I do consider the AI scrapping stuff to be theft and I'm not cool about it.
12. Have you ever had a fic translated?
Nope.
13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?
Yes! With @emilie786.
I've also done a LOT of idea bouncing with @baylardo @jellybeansarecool @elephant-in-the-pride-parade @maliciousalice @well-and-true and, while it hasn't turned into official co-writing (yet :]), their ideas and conversations and artwork have all been *deeply* valuable acts of collaboration. It's not co-writing in the official AO3 sense, but their words of encouragement and ideas are inseparably woven into almost all of my works from the last couple years.
14. What’s your all time favorite ship?
I am very much impacted by the ole Hyperfixations so my favorite ship will almost always be whatever I am currently obsessed with. I never stop loving ships though. They are always lurking in the back of my mind. And sometimes they cycle back to the front. (right now I am DEEP in the MSR pit hehehe)
15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?
Ummmmmm I outlined an extremely ambitious fic based on the Threshold!AU that would be multichap to the extreme and I LOVE it a whole lot but I am not sure I will ever have the fortitude or attention span to actually write the whole thing. I want to so bad.
16. What are your writing strengths?
I like the way I write movement and nonverbal comm. I also like my dialogue, once I get a good understanding of the way a character talks (it can take a bit).
Aside from that, I like my comedy. I love love love writing comedy. I love the beat of it, I love the nitty-gritty of correctly timing it, I love that it can be dry or slapstick or subtle or witty, I love that it can be situational. I'm not a perfect comedy writer, but it's a shoe that fits me well and, IMO, I continue to fit better and better as I learn and practice.
17. What are your writing weaknesses?
HOO BOY well,,,, lately I feel like I have been struggling with "show don't tell." IDK why. I also hate how often I start sentences with "He" or "She" and I wrestle with finding more interesting ways of beginning sentences. I mostly write short-form fics, but I am working on a multi-chap fic right now and I have discovered that longform plots can be difficult to wrangle. I just wanna skip the "plot" and get to the good stuff (the significant character scenes).
18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?
If I could I would.
19. First fandom you wrote for?
Way back in Yonder Years of fanfiction.net, I wrote for Marvel. Specifically, Captain America and Agent Carter. You will never find them.
20. Favorite fic you’ve written?
And Still, The Sea is Salt. I wrote it 2 years ago and it is still, IMO, my best work. It's a little more.... niche? of a ship and fandom (Pike/Una, Star Trek SNW) but I liked the story I told and the way I told it. And the poem I incorporated into it.
I also really liked my very first Star Trek: Enterprise fic, "Parent-Teacher Association," because I felt like I nailed the characterization and (as prev mentioned) I LOVE writing comedy.
This was fun! Tagging: @singeart, @elephant-in-the-pride-parade @jellybeansarecool @gaitwae @more-better-words @jenksel and anyone else who wants to
#I realized today that#while I only have 46 'works' on AO3#if you count out my oneshot collections#as individual fics#i have published 106 fics on ao3#which is absurd#I used to be such a prolific writer#now I publish maybe 10 fics a year#maybe#what was I on before????#ANYWAY LOL#I really like reading when people do these#its so fun to hear people talk about their processes and stuff
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20 Questions For Fic Writers
Thank you so much for the tag @incorrectcoldflashblog! This was really nice to think about and look at the stats since I don't normally look at them. It was a pleasant reminder.
1. How many works do you have on AO3?
I've been writing on Ao3 since '19 and I have 116 works right now, hopefully, it'll be 117 by the end of the weekend if I can get my shit together
2. What’s your total A03 word count?
843,577
3. What fandoms do you write for?
Supernatural, Spideypool, Merthur, and Buffy Verse (mainly Spangel though)
4. What are your top five fics by kudos?
Distraction: Scars - Rated Mature (1,173 Kudos)
This is a Bad Idea, Rated Explicit (920 Kudos)
Waiting for the Perfect Time, Rated Teen (654 Kudos)
Distraction: Voice(s), Rated Explicit (614 Kudos)
Breakfast, Rated Explicit (427 Kudos)
5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?
Yes! Always! I might be slow sometimes, but I always respond to a comment. I appreciate them so much. It always makes my day to know someone else besides me enjoyed a story I wrote. I also just love talking about my stories.
6. What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
Hahaha, I write so many sad and angsty things. I normally try to make a happyish ending cause I know people enjoy that (not sure if I always hit the mark, but I try). So this one took me a while to dig through stuff. I think it would be Foolishness? It's pretty sad and tragic. I enjoy it.
7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
I live in the bitter-sweet and I don't think I have many that are purely happy. I feel like the happiest of endings will not be published till next year though. I think The Valley Kingdoms is pretty happy. Even if in my mind it's not an end more like a middle, but it is the end of that part of the story.
8. Do you get hate on your fic?
No, not yet.
9. Do you write smut?
Yes. So much smut.
10. Do you write crossovers?
Hehe, I write crossovers of my own stories. But no not of fandoms.
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
Not that I'm aware of as of now.
12. Have you ever had a fic translated?
Yes, I've had two fics translated, and I am beside myself with joy that someone wanted to take the time to translate them for others. Wine and Dine is available in Russian as well as some of Learn (I believe they have only done up to chapter 5 of Learn on Ficbooks)
13. Have you ever co-written a fic?
Nope, not yet.
14. What‘s your all-time favourite ship?
I swoon for Spideypool every single time, forever.
15. What’s the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?
Dude this question is evil right now. I am currently trying desperately to empty my drive of my WIPs (not counting my multi-chapter fics) before switching how I store my stories. I still have so many not-posted works, and I want to finish them all. But, I know I won't. I probably won't finish Once and Future Soulmates. It's an angsty sci-fi meets fantasy Merthur idea I started writing that has a few chapters written, but it's a big project and idk I just haven't gotten to it. As far as posted WIPs I plan on finishing them all.
16. What’s your writing strengths?
World building and that blend of happy sad. I think I'm pretty good at that
17. What’s your writing weaknesses?
Word choice and like lack of repetition with body movements. I struggle with body movements and tracking.
18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?
I typically don't, other than like phrases I know. Writing in character dialogue is hard enough, to be completely honest.
19. First fandom you wrote for?
Lord of the Rings! I still have some of it posted on my Ao3 but my old drives and the internet ate the rest of the story and my prequel ;-;
20. Favourite fic you’ve ever written?
It would be a tie between any of the Monster Eater Verse fics and the Common Deadpool Distractions series. I love those verses so so dearly and I re-read them often.
Thank you so much for tagging me this was truly a pleasure to sit and think about and look over the things I've written over the years.
No Pressure Tags: @idabbleincrazy, @hobbyistauthor, @fantasticstoryteller, @maggot-monger and anyone else who would like to <3
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hewwo ms sezzie may i ask for your five favorite desserts and five fave fics you’ve written? uwu
AHdjsjdhaj I’ve only written like 5 fics! 😂 thank you uwu
Top 5 Fave Fics I have written:
5. Curiousity Tickled the Cat
This one makes the list despite it being a bit of a drablle because I was proud of myself for writing a character that I don't have a fixation on hehe~ And a lot of people like Scaramouche so I was happy to provide!
4. Overworked
Thoma needs some love, so I was wishing to give him some. Also at the time I had the Rona so I managed to get a sick fic out (because I can only write those when I am actually sick LOL)
3. Of Drink ... and Tickling?
Some Lee Zhongli that the brewing event inspired me to write... it is also my second fic! The days where Genshin was less painful to consume *glares at Kaveh's backstory*
2. Locked Out
My Kavetham fic! I was really happy with how I managed to characterise them and worked hard to trying to make some sort of more realistic~
1. Fashion Choice
My first fic and also another one I am super proud of when it comes to how I wrote the characters. Also brings back memories of ChiLi :')
Top 5 Fave Desserts:
5. Cake? Chocolate cake?? Fucking delish but boy does pastry give me heartburn 🍰
4. Okay in Australia we have TimTams, and they are awesome little bickies 👌
3. Milkshakes~ 🥤
2. Dark chocolate! 🍫 I used to be scared of it but I’ve recently acquired the taste for it. It’s so much healthier too!
1. Ice cream!!! Chocolate to be specific, I’m fussy hehe 🍨
As much as I love all these, I do have some lactose intolerance so I can rarely enjoy them without getting very sick 😭
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I know you're a busy person, but I saw this on Twitter and I'd love to know your answers 🙈 also no pressure, take all the time you need ❤
Hello, @chloelapomme!! So incredibly sorry for the late reply! I was meaning to answer your ask sooner but I family matters came up following up with my new college classes for spring so my hands has been full.
But nevertheless, I was so happy to see your ask and the questions you sent me! I enjoy answering these! So thank you for the wonder ask! 💜
It's taken me a couple of days to finish these questions but at last, I have!
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✎*ೃ˚ 1. Fics Completed This Year? ✎*ೃ˚
I've Completed two fics in 2022.
Heartaches and Heartbreaks - NHPrompts22
Mine (Naruhina Halloween Oneshot)
✎*ೃ˚ 2. Fics started this year? ✎*ೃ˚
I've started three fics in 2022.
Heartaches and Heartbreaks - NhPrompts22
Mine (Halloween Oneshot)
When Love Lasts - 2022 NH Month Event
✎*ೃ˚ 3. Drabbles written this year? ✎*ೃ˚
In 2022, I wrote a lot of drabbles. (I can't say an exact number, maybe 27 or 28, give or take)
Some of them are standalone drabbles, while others are the next parts of my ongoing stories The Unknown and Heated.
Some drabbles I've started I may not finish, I've decided.
Some drabbles are destined for upcoming stories. I won't talk too much about those though, hehe.
✎*ೃ˚ 4. Total Word Count for the Year? ✎*ೃ˚
Although I'm unsure of my exact word count, I'll just say it's wayyy more than 100,000. I've written a lot in 2022, and I'm sure it's more than 100k words—possibly even 200k or 300k, easily.
I just write so damn much. 🥴
✎*ೃ˚ 5. Longest Completed fic of the year? ✎*ೃ˚
Actually, I haven't finished any lengthy fanfics this year. Sadly. 😭😭
Hell, none of my main fics (Heated & The Unknown) are finished, and that's a bummer. However, I'm committed to completing The Unknown and Heated in 2023.
The only thing I completed in 2022 was the oneshot book - Heartaches and Heartbreaks which was a contribution to the NhPrompts22 event that was hosted by @tessdrawss back in March of 2022.
So for 2023, I'm really getting my butt in gear, haha. I want to finish a lot more stuff.
✎*ೃ˚ 6. Shortest completed fic of the year? ✎*ೃ˚
The shortest fic I finished in 2022 was a Naruhina Halloween special one-shot. The fanfic one-shot was named "Mine," and it was a horror fic that I had wanted to write for a long time.
I had the plot in my head all year in 2022 and really wanted to write it, so I decided to write it as a special during Halloween in 2022.
The one-shot was divided into three long portions, lol. In all honesty, I have no idea how to keep one-shots short. It’s a real struggle.
✎*ೃ˚ 7. Favorite fic to work on? ✎*ೃ˚
My favorite story to work on, eh? I suppose I should say "The Unknown." I've been working on that fanfiction for so long and it’s truly taken me on a wild writing journey. I have to be honest and say that I really love the horror, gore, and dark romance the fanfic possesses.
I really adore how I portrayed demon Naruto in the fic too. Idk, something is wrong with me, I know, lol. He's so freaking scary but hot at the same time. Idk, how I accomplished that.
I am definitely looking forward to writing the conclusion for what I have in mind. I am really awaiting the time I will be able to have time to sit down and really write this fic because I have so much planned for it, lol!
I've been just really busy. I am also easily distracted too!!
But in 2023, I'll be spending a lot of time working on this story and moving it to AO3. However, I had originally intended to alter this story greatly. I want to improve and tweak it.
The Unknown, though, has to be my current favorite of the several fan fictions I'm working on.
✎*ೃ˚ 8. Hardest fic to work on? ✎*ೃ˚
To be honest, the fanfic 'Heated' has been bothering me. I continually experience writer's block and I dread writing the fic. I'm also finding flaws in the fanfic.
Don't get me wrong, I adore the fan vs. idol trope that "Heated" creates, as well as the fact that Naruto is the leader of a popular band and Hinata’s the cutesy fangirl, but…I find myself continuously modifying stuff in the fic, and I dread writing it.
I'm not sure what my deal is.
But, despite my frequent setbacks, I expect to finish the fic in 2023, hopefully at the end of spring.
✎*ೃ˚ 9. Writing lessons you learned this year? ✎*ೃ˚
I've learned that forcing myself to write is never the solution. I discovered that the best moment to write is when I am inspired, as well as when I have planned exactly what I want to write ahead of time.
I believe that you should never force yourself to write or create any sort of piece.
A dear buddy once said that it takes time to create a masterpiece, so give it some time! Do not rush the process!
@sessakag I'm looking at you, haha! 💜👀💜
I also just have advice in general, advice that I have learned myself this year as well.
Never, ever allow someone to force you to do anything. Do it on your own terms, when you are no longer preoccupied with life's hassles. You'll have a lot more fun with the process.
Don’t force something to be, is what I am saying. Things will play out as they should.
In 2022, I had to remind myself several times that writing is a passion, not a job. Calm down, Niya, sheesh! Lol.
✎*ೃ˚ 10. Most Anticipated Wip for Next Year. ✎*ೃ˚
Without a doubt, it's The Good Old Days. I am really excited to bring the ACA characters and the plot back.
I am very excited to share the crazy narrative of (A Crazy Accident’s) Naruto's past with my readers. I've been dying to write this particular fanfic for such a long time, and I'm thrilled to announce that I'll be publishing this fanfiction in 2023!
It’s about time, right, lol!
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I hope you enjoyed reading my responses to the wonderful questions at the top. I have a lot planned for 2023, and I'm excited to see what I come up with as a result.
In 2022, I have accomplished a lot but I plan to accomplish even more in 2023. 💪🏽
Once again, thank you for the ask Chloe! I hope you've had a wonderful Christmas and equally wonderful start of the New Year! 💜🤍
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#ask me anything!#my ask box is open!#powerful_niya#2022 reflection#Writing exercise#Thanks Chloe! ❤️#💌 - niya's asks ✨
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1, 3, and 4 for the fic writer ask game. 😁
I am so sorry it took me a while to get to this! But thanks for the lovely ask!!!! Very much enjoyed it!
1. Share a song that makes you think of [fic title]
Ohhhhhhhhh Great one!!! I love this question!!! Since you didn't pick out a fic, I'll just pick some ;D Sooooooo "I've Got You Brother" was the source of inspiration for my short story 'I've Got You Brother (and I Won't Let Go)' in the story "The Days We Can't Get Back" about the Batcher's past.
For my original works, the three songs (My Love Has Gone Across the Sea, My Immortal by evanescence, and Carry You by Ruelle) because of their theme and lyrics always remind me of my story "Shelter from the Storm" --Hunter x OC story.
Now as I am typing and thinking...I realize I use music and lyrics A LOT for my writing....so obviously "For the Dancing and the Dreaming" I have a story for that...I have two WIPs: Kiss the Girl and Call Me Maybe .... hehe, I think I went way over what you were looking for :D
3. What’s your favorite fic that you’ve written?
EEeeeehhhhhhh how can you ask me to choose from my children?!?!?! ;P hehehehe quite seriously though, amazing ask. I don't know if I have a favorite :D But I must say, "For the Dancing and the Dreaming" is definitely near the top of my list. "If Only Time" I love the concept but not sure I executed it too well. "This Bond Between Us" is also a favorite because it is such a different concept with a force-sensitive Hunter and once I got going on the request I had a lot of fun doing it. "I Can't Take You Anywhere" is probably one of my favorite humor ones I've written. Gotta love me some Hunter & Crosshair doing a coffee shop run ;D
4. How many WIPs do you have right now?
Heh. Heh. Heh. *nervous chuckle* I have 13 tabs up on my computer presently but those aren't all my WIPs....total I have 'about' 50 😬 I'm horrible I know. I WILL finish them! I WILL finish them! (one of these days. More and more ideas just keep coming and I can't 🤯 if only I didn't have to work and could just write forever, I tell ya)
Writer Ask Game
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Thanks @natures-marvel for the tag!
End of the Year Fic Review 2022
1. What is your AO3 account?
Nharidy
2. How many words did you write total in 2022?
189, 604. Apparently. I'm not sure if this counts the entire fics that were finished in 2022 or only the chapters that were published in that time span. But that's what ao3 says, so I'll take it at its word.
3. How many fics did you publish in 2022? How many multichapters vs oneshots?
Other than two fics that started before 2022 but were finished in that year, 5 fics. Two of those are multichapters and remain unfinished. Two are finished multichapters. And one is a oneshot.
4. What was your longest fic? Your shortest fic?
From the ones started and finished in 2022, Did I ever Leave the Lights On is the longest and Cul de Sac is the shortest.
5. What was your most popular fic? Your least popular fic?
Not counting Children of the Dust and Who in the Sunshine which started publishing long before 2022 (and with which comparison of the rest would be unfair haha), according to average and ratios of hits, kudos and comments, etc, Did I ever Leave the Lights On would be the most popular. Noli me tangere or The Invention of Andrés de Fonollosa would be the least popular.
6. What fic didn’t perform as well as you thought it would?
I honestly never have any expectations for fics. I have wants, obviously haha, there are ones I'm more excited for than others, but I never have any idea which fics would be liked or perform well and which wouldn't.
7. What fic performed way better than you thought it would?
Again, I don't have expectations. And I don't think anything that was published in 2022 specifically surprised me.
8. What was your favorite fic you wrote from 2022?
Hm, if we're counting only the ones I started and finished in 2022, that would be a tie between lights and the invention of Andrés de Fonollosa. I enjoyed writing both very much and they are the fics I'd sometimes return to read passages from or so.
If we're counting started but unfinished ones, I would also choose The Swan's Symphony. It's obviously still very early for me to really know how I feel about the fic, but since It's the one I'm still writing and I'm very hyperfixated on now, it should have a spot.
9. What was your favourite fic that somebody else wrote in 2022?
Hm, difficult to choose. Very. I'll pull a Kal here (and take the chance to form a mini rec list of the fics I enjoyed in 2022)
Those Violent Delights by Aphelius. It's a multichapters fic with three chapters published so far. It has one of the most interesting premises I've encountered in this fandom. Andrés is a criminal psychologist who gets personally entangled with a loose serial killer, Palermo. Both Andrés and Martín are very in character (and very insane). Strong Hannibal vibes. Beautiful depiction of obsession and insanity and larger than life characters (which is the right way to approach berlermo) with also a very honest love story. One of my top favorites.
Solo per te by Alley. After the bank heist, Martín returns to Buenos Aires. And Andrés appears. Like always, even through Google translation (one day I'll fulfill my promise and learn this language. Then I'll reread those in the original!) it's a very sublime and elegant piece of work that gives berlermo their due nuance. A very enjoyable and emotional read.
A Lamb for Our Love by Brownest_goldfish. It's still incompleted, but remains a great read. Berlermo's (established) relationship takes a dark turn after Andrés returns from a horrid kidnapping. Granted, I know more about what will happen in the second chapter (hehe) but the fic takes a very interesting, dark psychological dive into berlermo and everything their relationship represents to each of them. Check the tags before reading it.
A Lover in the Story by Brownest_goldfish. Terminally ill Andrés grows fascinated with a serial killer on the loose. A slasher fic set in a creepy small town. Impecable slasher vibes for those who love the genre, and incredible character work.
Remember what your old pal said by Rocinan. ToyStory au. Nothing else needs to be said on the matter. One of the funniest and most in character fics of the year.
Birdcage by Rocinan. Another of my favourite dark fics. An obsessed "boom boom ciao" victim of Martín's isn't satisfied with Andrés' existence in Martín's life, and decides to punish both of them for it. I.e, berlermo go through hell and back at the hands of some pathetic blond. A great read. Check all the tags before reading.
Dark Fantasies by NaturesMarvel. This could be considered cheating because it was written as a gift to me. But I'm being completely objective here! Berlermo being the dark assholes they are, and having their sweet moments still.
But in this twilight (our choices seal our fate) by Alfredo_Kesmann. Twilight AU. Nothing more need to be said. The world needs a berlermo twilight au and Alfredo Kesmann delievered. A hilarious and incredible read.
Something Borrowed, Something- by Anonymous. Another VERY interesting dark read. Andrés is abuducted by Gandia (this fandom really has a thing with getting Andrés' abuducted, as if the true victims are the people who have to live with him in their house), basically brainwashed into taking anything Gandia throws at him as he believes his blue eyes captor is his best friend and soul mate, Martín. Very well written unreliable narrator pov. Definitely give it a read by read the tags first.
Like the Painting of a Sorrow by Brownest_goldfish. A very poetic character study of Andrés that gracefully and concisely explores his relationship with himself, Martín, Rafael, Tatiana, beauty, and chaos.
Reflection by Alley. Berlermo are more of a background relationship here, actually. But hey are still depicted beautifully and accurately. And otherwise, this is a Mulan AU where Sergio decides to go to war in place of Andrés as he's too sick. So a very fun read! Also, Tokyo is Mushu in this version, Sergio's guardian little dragon. Literally nothing is better than this.
#tagging this in the hope that tumblr gets some mercy on me and lets me find it later#berlermo fic recs
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Wednesday WIP
Hello! 👋🏽 Nerdie here, I am working on a few things:
1. A second entry for @undercoverpena ‘s April Showers Challenge (maybe featuring an agent I haven’t written for a bit). I had a burst of an idea which was different than the original one I had. Such is a Nerdie brain. Don't get lost in there, but there are cookies.
2. Finally progress of my “Wedding 101 with Dieter” fic! I had been having trouble with it. I’m happy to have more Maya, Dieter and Daisy. 🤭 I apologize to @angelofsmalldeath-codeine in advance for any undue stress I shall cause you.
3. Going to finish up my short Frankie body part series which sounds menacing but is the opposite. 😂 Very much so lol It’s called “Only Parts of you Mr. Morales.”
4. I’m working on a Javier Peña series because I feel like I need to give him something nice. Just one thing. 😆 It's very sweet, I have 2 chapters and no idea what to call it. Pfft, go figure. No idea how long it will be - sorry, won't be ready for a bit. Between Javier P and Joel recent. I need to be nice to them. They’re both very haunted. 😖
5. I'm still working on both Din fics and Benny. I'm redoing the outlines. Bullet points are friends and not our enemies. I think. Will there be more random Star Wars people? Is Obi Wan Kenobi a children’s author and Luke that old man who swings his lightsaber in the yard?! Both these things are true. 😌 Messing with Star Wars canon one character at a time. 😂😂😂 The sweet Din fic will remain so. My walking pile of nervous Beskar. 💚
And that's about it, I've cut back a bit on writing to do more school work (papers...ugh...writing about not Pedro. 👀 Eww...)
Previews under the cut:
Anyway, somehow, I went from being stuck in chapter five for 'Weddings 101 with Dieter' to now being in chapter six. I'd like to thank Hemmy for being so encouraging and @megamindsecretlair for discussing Pedro and Oscar with me the other night. I feel like I should make notes and keep both of those in mind for future fics because it's the right thing to do.🫡 Just thinking about it is… 🫠
This is a small excerpt from chapter six, we should all know Nerdie's humor by now 🤣:
“Who’s banging on my door this damn early?! You better get out of here!”
“Dee at least ask who it is.”
“I don’t care, it could be the president, pope or, no Beyonce could come in.”
“I am not meeting Beyonce in my robe. My hair is a mess, my face is puffy, I haven’t showered yet…that’s not who it is!”
“I mean, if she shows up on this door, she’s gonna have to be okay with my bare ass, balls and your robe with your cute puffy face. It’s just us. You don’t need one. I’m just going to take it back off to eat you for-”
“MR. BRAVO IT’S ME ZACK! YOUR ASSISTANT!” He screamed, he didn’t need to hear Dieter removing anything off of Maya or eating her in any capacity, they can do that after he leaves later. Never any filter with this damn man, he just needs to remind himself of his loans. This job pays the loans.
Gotta love how....open Dieter is with everything. Even Sasha Fierce is not safe. 😭
Second is from my pending Javier Peña fic (I'll think of a good name, I swear!):
Meeting his gaze had her mouth run dry, the sandy tone to his skin contrasted with more papaya tones in his neck. Dark hair and kind eyes behind a gold pair of aviators perched on his curved nose. Tourmaline waves parted on the left side of his crown were matched by his bold eyebrows and thick mustache. His lips were a lace pink and plush. The sunlight made the sweat along his neck glimmer, accentuating its definition. The light blue shirt made the reds and browns in his skin stand out even more. “Did you need to get some fresh air too?” She asked, he could be doing that, escaping someone like she was doing or something else entirely. Now she was curious too, about this man who’d chosen to sit next to her.
I very much enjoy my description of Javier, hehe 😉
That's it! Normally I have more, but it's either still in bullet form or in my head. 🤭
NPT: @maggiemayhemnj @604to647 @connectioneverywhere @morallyinept @rhoorl
@goodwithcheese @soft-persephone @djarinmuse @pedroshotwifey @magpiepills
@secretelephanttattoo @tinytinymenace @inept-the-magnificent @soft-girl-musings @mysterious-moonstruck-musings
@laurfilijames @grogusmum @alltheglitterandtheroar @jessthebaker @musings-of-a-rose
@julesonrecord @wannab-urs @schnarfer
#wip wednesday#Nerdie update#javier pena fanfiction#dieter bravo fanfiction#din djarin fanfiction#benny miller#pedro pascal fanfiction#fanfiction
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When you get this, reply with your favourite five fics that you’ve written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love.
i was tagged by @tightredpants and @elorianna !!! this was actually v fun to do and i loved reading everyone else’s and hearing what you guys think of your own writing :) so interesting and adds a whole new layer to my appreciation of your works
1: time in a bottle
the story of Alex and Miles’ relationship, told through the myriad of ways to say “I love you” without using such words
my big bang fic! i spent SO long working on this one, coming up w how to use each of the 100 ways to say i love you (though i only used like 30 of them cos all 100 would’ve been insane), planning out how to line the ideas up w their lives, writing and rewriting every scene... i think i rewrote each at least once, most of them more than that, lol. i reread this fic the other night after not having read it in a WHILE and it actually held up for me. i love how it all came together, how full circle the first and last vignettes are, the way you see their relationship develop thru the little snippets over time. it’s my longest fic too which i treat as an accomplishment cos i usually don’t have the stamina to finish a longer idea.
2: you’re my top 100 shows
in a better, happier universe, Miles goes home to Alex after all his shows, and this is probably (hopefully) what happens
UGH i love this one. if time in a bottle hadn’t been a product of so much hard work this would be my favorite of all my fics. it came to me so naturally, i’m not even kidding when i say the entire fic was inspired by one comment a friend of mine at the time made. she was talking about miles’ look and vibe during the coup de grace tour and how the fluffy hair and makeup and everything makes him look very ‘ruffled and soft’ and ‘buzzed and content’ ... no joke those words inspired the whole fic. and they’re of course in there :) i could just see the whole story in my head and i wrote it in one sitting like a maniac. i also just love alex being fully obsessed w miles and miles treating alex like he’s made of glass. hehe. plus i’m weak for middle of the night sleepy sex. so yeah. definitely one of my fav fics of mine.
3: a wonderful week
“It’s been a wonderful week, hasn’t it, Miles?”
my first fic!!! this was so fun to write, i wasn’t even writing it at first with the intention of posting it, i just rewatched that interview and the look on alex’s fucking face when he says it, knowing how all their shows during that wonderful week had gone... ugh. they’re so gay the fic just wrote itself basically
4: never get tired of dancing (with you)
Miles and Alex are both going back on tour this year, and it makes Alex a bit nervous.
this is my most recent fic after not having written in literally years and i’m honestly very pleased with how it turned out. it’s been a hot minute since i’ve written anything and my life has been insane since january but i finally sat down and properly listened to miles’ new album and it just opened the floodgates. i had a vague idea from a while ago for a fic where alex is having a bad day and miles comforts him and i started trying to flesh out that idea but it turned into this fic somehow. i rly enjoy writing alex’s overthinking and miles helping him through it by simplifying the issue alex has made so complex in his head cos it’s what i imagine their dynamic to be irl and i feel like demonstrates why they are so good for each other. they’re v different people but they complement each other so beautifully and clearly would go to the ends of the earth for the other and it just warmed my heart to make a little world for them again ❤️
5: saturn’s return
saturn’s return is when the planet saturn comes back to meet your natal saturn in your late 20s and early 30s. it is a wake-up call, and this is why so many fear it’s sobering realities. if you’ve spent your twenties in a fog, coasting on your youthful charm, it becomes obvious that your foundation is too flimsy for the long haul. sometimes we make life choices before we really know who we are. at saturn’s return, some of these choices are revealed to be out of sync with our true destiny.
ah yes. saturn’s return. this one is very special to me even tho i rarely reread it since it makes me cringe for some reason. i had such a cathartic time writing it, like i wrote the whole thing in a day or two and posted it kind of hastily cos barely a day later i decided it actually wasn’t finished and went and wrote like 8k more words and had to repost it lmao. but i am proud of it, it was a cool concept to build a story around and it also was super validating how well it was received and all the comments i got definitely motivated me to keep writing and made me feel like a part of the little milex bubble on here with you all :)
so yeah :) most of the fic writers i would tag have already done this so i tag whoever wants to do it and specifically my love @yellowloid 🥰
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