(I was so excited to get this tag because I spent most of yesterday evening desperate to get back to my WIP because of where I left it, and being unable to do so. So it's nice to get to share!).
"[Still]," Simon interrupts. "It doesn't make it hurt any less."
If one could drown in a gaze, Simon thinks he might have drowned in Wille's. His eyes are dark and fathomless and watching Simon with such an intensity that Simon feels utterly consumed by it.
"It doesn't," Wille whispers.
Their faces are so close together that Simon sees the exact moment that Wille's eyes drop down to his lips then immediately back up again. It's a terrible idea, potentially the worst idea in the world. But the world is almost destroyed, and Simon can't find it in him to care.
So when Wille leans forward slightly, stopping just as their noses brush together, Simon only hesitates for a moment before closing the gap between them.
I'm going to tag (with no pressure!): @pagegirlintraining, @earlgrey-lateatnight (and I know you're doing gift exchange, so only if you have something different you can post: @malinowaj and @almostlake)
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81k!! That's amazing! Of these, do you have any in in a genre that is new/ uncomfortable for you to write in?
Hello!
This is a really interesting question. Yes, there are a couple that I'd probably put in this category.
I have something set in a fantasy world that is way, way, way out of my comfort zone. I'm still in the fairly early planning stages of that one and am trying to psych myself up to do some world-building (my favourite thing about writing fanfiction is that the world is already built 🫠).
I also have one that delves pretty deeply into grief and... it's not a thriller as such, but some unpleasant things happen in it. I've written a lot of this one, and I'm really enjoying the process. I know it won't be for everyone, but I'm hoping I don't do it a disservice. It's a bit nerve-wracking.
There's another than I've just started that set in a post-apocalyptic future. I'm really (really!) excited about that one, but, again, it's a very new thing for me and I don't know how well it will work.
Ooh! And there's also one where I'm testing out how much I hate writing more explicit smut 😂 That's also very new for me. And uncomfortable 🥴
So! Lots of new things! Some will work, and some won't. But it's fun to try them!
I'm always curious to hear about your writing process and what you have percolating! I'd love to see a snippet of something you suspect maybe won't go anywhere? only if you feel inclined to share. 💜
That's a really interesting question! And yes. There are a couple of things.
This is one I started writing years ago. I wrote it as a canon divergence from the end of s1. And I didn't have any grand plot ideas or anything, I was just playing around with writing them arguing. And I wondered how they'd both react if the first time Simon said he loved Wille wasn't in a quiet, calm moment like in canon.
I didn't write the actual argument, just the aftermath. I like to think they weren't arguing about anything really serious. But maybe they were and this was a more tense moment. I don't know 🫠
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“Of course I fucking love you!” Simon yelled. His chest was heaving up and down with the force of his exclamation. Wille saw the moment Simon realised what he’d said in the slight shake of his head, eyes wide.
Wilhelm was frozen in place. The space between them that had provided a well needed buffer as they’d argued now felt like a million miles. Wille wanted to run to him, pull him into his chest, kiss him into oblivion. But he knew he shouldn’t. He knew that Simon hadn’t meant to fling the words at him in anger.
Wilhelm swallowed. “You—?”
Simon groaned loudly and threw his head back. But the fight had almost completely gone out of him. “Wille, can we just—” He sighed loudly, bringing his head back and levelling Wilhelm with a look. “I’m really annoyed with you still.”
First of, 81k of fics in your drafts is genuinely impressive wow. Are there maybe any post s3 or fics with Erik in it that you’d want to share a snippet of? :D
Impressive or concerning? 🫠
I have absolutely nothing post-s3. My post-canon fics tend to come to me in a blaze, I write them down, then I post them, then they're done. I don't have any big, exciting ideas of things I want to write about post-canon at the moment. Probably because the fic I just finished posting was a massive dive into a post-canon scenario.
I also don't have much Erik. I have one fic that is very Erik-centric BUT... he, uhm, isn't alive in it 🙃
He is alive in one of my WIPs, though! I started writing this literal years ago and lost some steam (see: another shiny idea came to me and this one got dropped). This is one that I assume I'll come back to because I have several thousand word written and most of it plotted. But until then, here is a scene with Erik in all his annoying-older-brother glory.
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Yanking open the door to his bedroom, he stopped short. Erik was lounging on his bed, looking, for all intents and purposes, like he belonged there.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” Wilhelm snapped.
“Good afternoon to you too, dear Wilhelm.” Erik unfolded himself and stood up from the bed.
“Fuck off,” Wille grumbled, untying his tie and flinging it onto the floor. That was another thing. Why the fuck did he have to get so dressed up for a pointless fucking cello lesson?
Erik tutted, and Wilhelm had had enough of people judging him for one day, for his lifetime really. “What do you want, Erik?” he sighed. “I’m really not in the mood.”
“I can see that,” Erik said, ambling over to him. “Aren’t you supposed to be with Evard for another” – he checked his watch – “twenty minutes.”
“He let me go early,” Wille lied.
Erik scoffed, it was a sound he only ever made out of earshot of their mother. “That’s not likely.”
“Yeah. Well. Maybe he likes me better than he liked you.” Another lie. No one ever liked Wilhelm more than they liked Erik.
“Not possible,” Erik joked. Erik knew it too. “Why do you insist on making your life more difficult?” Erik laughed and reached out to ruffle Wilhelm’s hair. Wille ducked out of the way and scowled at his brother. “Just take the classes and stop throwing a strop every time something doesn’t go your way.”
Grumbling, Wille stalked to the other side of the room to grab his hoodie. “I wasn’t stropping,” he said, “I just don’t understand why I have to keep taking the lessons. When am I ever going to use cello playing?”
“It builds character!” Erik said, dropping back down on Wilhelm’s bed.
“You sound like Jan-Olof,” Wille snorted. “And get off my bed. You’re not staying.”
“Do you need the room to yourself to get your frustration out?” Erik wiggled his eyebrows and Wille felt his cheeks heat up.
He hated how cavalier Erik was about things like this. It shouldn’t be a big deal, but to Wille it was, and he didn’t appreciate being made to feel weird in a whole different way.
“Gross, Erik.”
“It’s not gross. It’s very normal. And maybe you should do it more often if you’re this wound up.” Erik leant back, crossing his hands behind his head.
“I do it plenty. But it’s none of your business. Get out of my room, Erik.”
Erik paused for a moment, as if considering refusing, a smirk on his lips. Being Erik’s little brother was sometimes the greatest thing in the world. And sometimes – like today – the most infuriating. But Erik must have seen something in Wille’s expression because he just exhaled and heaved himself up as if it had been his decision all along.
“Alright then,” he said. “I’ll leave you to your privacy.” Wilhelm did not like the tone of voice Erik was using. “But I’ll see you at dinner, yeah?”
Wille made a non-committal noise, but they both knew he’d be at dinner. No point in poking the bear more than necessary. So Erik just saluted and left, giving Wille the space to fling himself face down onto his bed and groan into the mattress, where he remained until he was called to dinner an hour later.
How do you have 33 fics going and finish any of them ? I have so many ideas but I don’t want to abandon any of them .
'Fics' is probably me being a bit generous. Very generous actually. They're mostly just ideas. My system is just to open a word doc as soon as I think of something and then chuck everything in there.
And 'going' is also generous. They sit there and marinade for a while (some of them literally years) and then usually one or two grab me a little and I write more. Those are the ones that are most likely to get finished. The word count in them ranges from 0 to a few thousand words.
Perhaps it helps that my ideas rarely come to me as plots and almost always just as individual scenes that I build a story around. So I often write that scene down and then it doesn't go anywhere (because it doesn't have anywhere *to* go). So a lot of them don't feel abandoned because I've written all I have for them right now.
There are a handful that I've got fully plotted, and I would be upset to not get to finish those. But the way I approach writing is literally just as something I do when I have a chance. So I tend to not have lots of grand ambitions for it. (Mostly to avoid disappointment in myself).
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...because I've been working on my gift exchange fic. But, if anyone's interested, I do have over 81k words written across 33 Wilmon fics (plus one Edmar) in various stages of completion. I don't really know what I'm saying except... if anyone wants a snippet of something, then you're welcome to ask (send me a number, or a genre, or a trope, or... anything you're after). I'm always willing to witter on about stuff I've been writing, even if I've not looked at it in a while.
And it's a reciprocal offer. If there's anything anyone wants to share bits of or talk about, please do! Either in reply to this, or in DM, or in a separate post. I'd love to hear what anyone has been working on. Even (maybe especially) if you haven't picked it up in a while.
Hiii could i plss request medkit x gn reader where reader confesses their feelings to medkit in a bar?? Thx ^_^
I can't help
Falling in love with you.
Warnings: alcohol mentioned
Notes: I don't like how short this was, I'm still struggling to make a long story. I don't know what to improve on this since it really covered the whole plot I tried to do.
The humming of the warm light smoothens with the music from the speaker. It sang out old music, made to soothe out anyone within the building.
You wiped a glass clean from behind the bar, simply making it shine brighter under the orange light. You hum to the tune of the song, your eyes focus on the glass in your hands.
“One more please.” A voice calls out from the side, a man has made himself comfortable on the seat. You nod, placing the clean glass down with the others. Picking up the shot glass you fill it with the man's preferred beverage and slides it to him. He thanked you without even looking up. You don't think much of it just walking back to your post to continue prepping the rest of the glasses.
Footsteps approached your bar and sat in front of you, “Evening, [Name].” You recognized that monotonous tone. You lift up your eyes to the teal figure. A smile crept up your face as you caught his eyes. “Evening, Medkit. The usual?”
The man nodded as he sits down and you went to make him a glass of cold whiskey. “You're early that usual,” You mused, trying to pick up a conversation with the serene man. “Did something happen?”
Medkit stayed quiet for a bit, “I just finished my work quicker.” you hums to his response pouring the whiskey in his glass.
“Seems like it.” Silence falls over you both except for the sound of muffled conversations in the background. You served Medkit his whiskey and resumed your cleaning. “So, How's it been?”
“Per usual, Sword and Rocket has been getting into a lot of trouble.” you chuckled at that, shaking your head. “Those two always seem to make your life more interesting.”
“I hope you're also not pushing yourself too hard, you look like you got a new line on that face.” Medkit gave you an irritated yet amused look making you chuckle. “Oh, don't be like that, it's true!”
“I hear your concern. You, too, stop staying up.” You gasped and feigned a hurt look, “I would never!” a small smile grew on Medkit's face.
A comfortable silence falls once more upon you both. You finished your cleaning and prepared a new glass of whiskey for yourself. “Cheers?”
“Cheers.” You clank your glass against his before sipping it. “Y'know, you should get out more. There's actually a lot who's interested in you, been wrecking me for your numbers.”
Medkit raised a brow, “I see no use in a distraction.” “But it's nice! Imagine a Medkit falling in love!”
Medkit sends you a playful glare and you respond by smirking. “It's not that bad, it might also help you out.” You smoothen, drinking your beverage.
You watch as he mumbles something, you send a soft smile and glance around the bar to check on everything. Your eyes land on two couples, who enjoyed their time together, lost in each other's gaze.
“It really is not a bad thing, to have someone look out and care for you. In a romantic sense.” Medkit stops his idling and looks up to you. “It's nice to love someone and receive the same. I've always wondered what it would be like, even back then.”
“It's really a shame the one I fall for is the same to betray us. Even then I still believe in what love is, even after the scar. It's not like it's a big one.”
“.. I've always wondered if you'd feel the same.”
The song from the radio changes to a different one. The music hums in the air as it suffocates you with the orange light feeling more like it's burning you than something that'll guide you to look through the dark.
“I'm sorry I…” you both caught each other's gaze, you both stared at each other before you laughed it off. “Ah! Sorry I rambled off! I really need to stop that..” you looked away not giving Medkit a chance to respond as you walked over to assist a new customer.
The gaze stayed on you as you worked, with curiosity and interest. Maybe he will reciprocate. Who knows.
what if the Spectra made it where sometimes Reader's injuries don't heal after rounds, it only happens to them because the Spectra knows some of the others don't like them and just like to see them suffer (I think it would secretly feed off their pain)
Reader hides it and just goes to their cabin to bandage themself but then a survivor (someone who feels bad for them) comes in and offers to help
Idk if you have done one of these
Also you don't have to do this as a request, I just thought it is a good oneshot idea
I'm gonna write it as a thought or something..
Spectre doesn't have any specific opinion regarding Reader, they see how Reader is the most that suffers amongst the others and it LOVES that. They might do stuff like you said, or at times makes you unable to heal at all during rounds just for the sake of watching how you'd adapt to it and them trying to break you.
