@creativityobsessed tagged me to share a piece of your WIP.
Here is part of my Clois role reversal fic:
He eyed her curiously. “What do you think about her? Superwoman?”
She blinked, thrown back by the question she hadn’t been expecting. “Why do you ask?”
“Oh, I don’t know,” Clark replied, a little too casually. “I just realized that I never even asked- you’ve been hearing a lot about my thoughts, but you haven’t really said anything, one way or the other.”
“Is it going to be a make it or break it moment in our newfound friendship?” Lois asked, heartbeat speeding up. She was stalling and she knew it, but she had to come up with a pretty bland answer. While she had been pretty good at shrugging off the Blur or giving vague responses to anyone who asked at her old job, she found that it was harder to do the same with Clark.
Plus, she wasn’t quite sure if he would just get away with it.
And she wasn’t sure if she wanted him to let her get away with it either.
“Nah, I promise I’ll still like you,” Clark said, and she felt reassured, which didn’t make sense. “I mean, I will have to silently judge you for your frankly terrible taste …”
“Fair enough,” Lois said, letting out a half laugh. “She’s fine.”
“Just fine?” Clark questioned. “I mean, you don’t need to give me an essay, but I also don’t want to bug you with my … well, Lombard would probably call it fanboying …”
“The only person who cares about his opinion is himself,” Lois muttered, drawing a grin out of Clark. “And I’m okay with your … fanboying, Smallville.” The return of the nickname caused his grin to widen. “Heroes aren’t a bad thing; not my thing, but she is doing good for the world, which is all you can ask for. I’m just here to report the news.”
“Then I guess we should get back to reporting the news,” Clark responded.
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The Story of a Mad Girl [Annie Cresta x Finnick Odair Fanfic] - Helpless (Finnick POV) (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/ViMRY8hGv4 The tragic love story we all know, but with the happy ending they deserve. Icey mountains, acid snow, and white wolf mutts are the center of Capitol gossip regarding this year's arena. Unfortunately for 17-year-old Annie Cresta, she will find out first hand the truth behind these rumors after an unlucky reaping has her preparing to fight in the 70th Annual Hunger Games. With the help of her handsome and flirtatious mentor Finnick Odair, she might just survive one of the most deadly arenas yet. Are the odds in her favor? You tell me ;) Comment and let me know what you think! I always appreciate feedback :) *Disclaimer: This is Fanfiction, I do not own these characters or the Hunger Games. All credit goes to Suzanne Collins* Side Note: This is my idea of how Suzanne Collins would write if she were to do a Prequel on Annie and Finnick's relationship, specifically starting with how they met during Annie's games. ~Don't have Wattpad? Find my story here too: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13484607/1/The-Road-To-Insanity
For dearest @sophisticatedloserchick from @finnicks! i used the following prompts: being together for the holidays, shoveling snow, home for the holidays, and smut (the allusion to, in this case). your prompts were fantastic and i had so many ideas, but ultimately wanted to go for something that could fit during any time in their marriage.
i hope you have a fun, safe christmas and new year! ♥︎
title is from mariah's all i want for christmas is you since that’s all i’m hearing these days.
She almost topples over when the door slams shut.
“Can I just say I’m never volunteering for shovelling snow ever again?” Barry sheds his thick coat, throwing it over the back of a chair in their kitchen. He stops to shake his head dramatically, freeing the strands from the snow flakes.
Lowering herself from her little step, Iris remains standing by the Christmas tree, hand still raised as though she can reach the top with only her legs.
“Did the Flash regret helping the community out?” she asks, trying to stifle her amusement. When Barry looks at her with a tired pout, she laughs. “Oh, poor baby. You know the city loves it when you shovel their snow.” Lowering her arm, she crosses them against her chest as she turns to fully look at him. How’d the suit hold up?“
“I have to remind Cisco to make it snow-proof. You’d think that thing would keep me warm, but it didn’t!” He shakes his head, a little to enthusiastically.
He strides towards her slowly, as though he’s trying to play it cool. Iris keeps her eye on him, distrusting of why his hands are held behind his back.
“What are you doing?”
“What?” He presses a hand against his chest as he feigns confusion, pressing his lips together and asking, “Me? I’m doing nothing. I’m just approaching my wife. Is that not okay?“
Iris narrows her eyes. “No,” she says, watching how his expression blooms into actual surprise. “It’s not okay.”
Standing before her, he looks down at her. His smile blossoms into something cheeky, commanding butterflies to expand their wings in her chest. Then his gaze moves up toward the tree with the cutest furrow to his brow. She can’t help but follow his gaze, even though she already knows what he’s looking at.
Their Christmas tree almost brightens up the loft without the help of their lamps and lights. She’s decorated it in the Flash colours — red, gold, some oranges thrown in, too — with baubles, tinsel, and little cardboard cutouts of various shapes. It’s how they used to decorate their tree when they were kids. Sitting for hours at the kitchen table, they’d draw, cut, and hole-punch their paper decorations before threading string through it and hanging them off a chosen branch of the tree.
She doesn’t know why she’d thought of it now. It’s a tradition that’s been long forgotten ever since they were teenagers.
“You decorated the tree,” he says with a soft smile. He looks up at it in awe.
“It’s nothing special,” she says immediately. Brushing her hand against her temple, Iris looks up at him then the tree before shrugging. “Do you remember we used to do that?”
He’s reached out to touch her poor attempt at a Christmas tree. He nods his head, still smiling softly. “Yeah,” he says gently. “I do.” When he looks at her again, she feels tempted to press her fingers into the corners of his lips, as if to see if that’ll stop his smile from brightening his face. “I could’ve helped you.”
Looking away from him in sudden shyness, she shrugs one shoulder. “I wanted it to be a surprise.”
Barry’s hand is warm around her waist. “I’m surprised,” he says. “I’m very surprised.”
Iris smiles up at him, stepping closer to him. “Maybe you can help me put the ornament on the top of the tree?” Speed rivalling that of the Flash, Iris shows him what’s in her hand.
“You’re kidding,” Barry says in awe. He reaches out to touch it, but his fingers barely brush against it. She wonders if he’s trying to discern if it’s real.
Instead of their angel to sit on the top of the tree, Iris had scoured all the Flash fanatics in the city and beyond to find a Flash to take the mantel. She’d found one on Twitter with an iron tight positive reputation. She was a fanatic who liked to create her own Flash merchandise. Iris had tried her best to not give into the desire to buy every Flash figurine she’d created. A POP figurine and a tree topping ornament was good enough for now.
“Can you do the honours?” She hands him the ornament to take. “I’m not tall enough.”
Barry shakes his head. Without a word, he takes it from her and steps closer, arm brushing against her own. She takes quiet pleasure in the fact he has to stand on the tips of his toes to reach the top of the tree. When he places Flash on there, it looks like he’s at home.
She takes a big step back with him to gaze up at the tree.
“I can’t believe you did this,” he says, still looking up at the tree. She watches his eyes follow the trail of tinsel, then become distracted by the glowing red lights she’d wrapped around it. Christmas tree decorating was never quite her strong suit growing up, but she thinks she’s pulled off trying to mimic Joe West pretty damn well.
Barry’s arm snakes around her shoulders, his other hand easily fitting against her hip. Iris feels the temptation to stand on the tips of her toes, but she remains flat on the ground, wanting him to lean down toward her.
The hand on her hip disappears. She follows its movement upward to find him holding a twig of mistletoe.
“You are unbelievable,” she says with a roll of her eyes. After spending the last few days avoiding being in the same room as Barry in fear of being caught by mistletoe, she’s failed in her quest to remain curse-free. It’s a game they’d begun to play, one she always knew she’d lose.
“Did you know I avoided the kitchen because I was afraid you’d put it all over there?”
Barry chuckles. “I have my ‘kiss the chef’ apron for that.”
Iris loops her arms around his neck, pulling herself closer to him. Stepping on his shoes, she leans up, curling her fingers into the hair at the base of his neck. “Well, Barry Allen,” she murmurs. “You better kiss me, or face the mistletoe curse.”
He leans down, his lips almost brushing against hers. “I wouldn’t want the mistletoe curse,” he says, shaking his head slightly. Pressing upward, she feels his hand return to her waist, his other pressing against the small of her back to draw her closer to him.
She opens her mouth beneath his, humming at the warmth of his hand vibrating ever so softly against the small of her back. When he pulls back, her arms are still tightly locked around his neck. “I think we should kiss again. To make sure you’re safe from the curse.”
Barry nods. “Good idea,” he says, leaning down to kiss her again. Before she can even think to respond, he pulls back slightly. “I think we should definitely make sure we’re not cursed.”
With an arm snaking beneath her, he pulls her up against him. Wrapping her legs around his waist, her hands grip at his back. She hums affirmatively, trying her best not to smile. “I think that’s a good idea, Mr Allen.”
“I’m glad you agree, Mrs West-Allen,” he says. He kisses the corner of her lips quickly, then shifts her against him. He drops the mistletoe onto the floor as he carries her to their bedroom.
🍉 Do you prefer to write short fics or long fics? Multichaptered works or single ones? Why?
Long fics because I'm not very concise. I think I try to be for exchanges but if I get an idea, I just keep going and then end up overwhelming myself lol Single works are a bit more manageable than multi chapter so I lean toward that.
🍊 Who’s a character you don’t write for that often, but keep meaning to write for more? (They’re so interesting! But maybe you have trouble pinning them down, or keep getting distracted by another blorbo…)
Lane from Gilmore Girls. She showed up as a side character briefly in one fic but I don't think I have written her outside that. I would love to write Lane/Dave but I don't think I could keep up with their obscure musical references (a problem I have with Rory/Jess except with books). Also Steve is my favorite MCU character but I don't write him much (though more than Lane) and I would like to do that too. IDK why. Lack of ideas probably, outside of exchanges.
Gosh, yes. I have insane ADHD and if I didn't outline, I don't think I'd get anything done. Or at least anything coherent. Normally, I do a general outline first and just write down the whole idea with a few details. That usually takes 1,5-2 pages . Then I break it down into chapters and add more details, fleshing each one out. And before I start writing, I break every chapter into scenes, indicating POVs and key points of each scene. None of that is set in stone, things change a lot when I start actually writing (like changing chapter breaks and POVs) but overall it really helps me stay on track :)
7) How do you edit your fics? What do you look for in your edits?
My first draft is normally very rough. Sometimes in the first draft, scenes can be nothing but a bunch of dialogue lines and few indicators of where I want the whole thing to do. With the first round of editing, I try to catch typos and also add substance to every scene, adding tag lines and description and depth. After that my beta @akajb84 reads it and finds even more typos and inconsistencies/things that maybe confusing or unclear. And after that I edit again, correcting stuff and fixing what is not working. (I cannot believe we're doing this for free :P)
Aside from the obvious - typos and grammatical mistakes - I try to polish my stories as best I can with every round of editing, making it multi-dimensional, the characters interesting. I also try to catch tropes that I may overuse and maybe rework them to make sure that each story stands out as much as possible.
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27. What’s the nicest comment you’ve ever received?
I’ve received a few over the years but to me, the nicest ones are when people go beyond “Update soon!” and actually share their thoughts about what they liked, even if it’s just a couple of sentences. I like when people pick up on subtleties and nuances (some of them I add just for me a lot of the time and don’t expect anyone to notice them) or when they make connection to something I mentioned in passing early on. All comments by @akajb84, @svgurl410 and @wondrousdianas are usually like Christmas and birthday rolled into one :)
(from that The 100-Blade fusion I might never finish smh)
Raven's first encounter with vampires had ruined her life thoroughly. It made her question everything she thought she knew about the world, it damaged her spine, and it forced her into the position of having to kill a childhood friend -the loveliest, kindest boy she'd ever met.
for every “🌹” received in my inbox i’ll post one random sentence of a random WIP i’m currently writing
What’s a trope that you’d like to never hear about as long as you live, let alone write?
College AUs/High School AUs/General Workplace and De-powered/Always Human AUs... and Soulmate AUs. I’m not saying there aren’t good ones, ones that could even entice me by having other elements (I did like one technically-Coffee-Shop-AU that included like. Crime and murder xDD), but as tropes they are the opposite of why I’m into fanfiction and stories in the first place lmao. And I’d never, ever, eeeeeveeeerrrr write them.
How do you deal with writing pressure (ie: pressure to update, negative comments, deadlines, etc)?
A mixed bag I guess.
I have to unfinished WIPs in ao3 that sometimes come to mind and make me want to ~hide in shame lmao, but I’ve accepted I’ll get to them if/when I have the inspiration for them, and that I can’t force it.
I haven’t had to deal with truly hateful comments in fic (which I assume is a mix between ao3 being a calmer place, and the fact that I usually write about rareships few care about lol). Annoying ones, for sure (like requesting something out of the blue etc.). I’ve refused to reply to some, or to show them in the fics where I gave myself approval power of comments. Others I’ve replied to after a cooling-off period lol.
And deadlines, well. Just like rl deadlines, when it comes to exchanges/prompt fest/self-imposed deadlines, I’m terrible xDD, and often didn’t get inspiration until there was just about enough time to meet them LOL.
