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me: i love slow burn

also me, on chapter 2: kiss or i’m setting the house on fire

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Okay, so… this is not a promo post (well, it sort of is), but mostly, it’s a huge THANK YOU. 💛

i don’t even know how to start this without crying a little, but here we go: thank you to everyone who’s been cheering me on, buying my books, leaving sweet messages, telling me how something I wrote actually helped you figure out a character or gave you that little spark again. 🥹

it’s been such a weird, beautiful, vulnerable ride putting these books out into the world. i wrote them because i was tired of reading the same lifeless writing advice, and i just wanted someone to talk to me like a real person about how to make characters that actually breathe. and now… here we are.

you’ve read them. you’ve messaged me. you’ve left reviews. and yeah, some of you even said “this made me feel like i wasn’t alone in this writing thing,” and honestly, that means more to me than I can put into words.

so if you’ve supported me in any way (bought a book, shared it, left a review, even just told a friend) thank you. i’ll never forget it.

and if you’re new here or still thinking about it… the books are for writers who want to write characters that feel more human, just honest help from one messy writer to another.

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love you all. seriously. thank you for helping me do this.

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Hey Writers!!

Even if it's bad, Write it Down!! Because you cannot edit an empty page.

Kisses,

Moon

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I hope this vampire bat running on a treadmill will make your day better

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writing isn’t hard it’s just emotionally devastating and time-consuming and requires full body possession by an idea

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I found the ring for SALE HERE

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Tech Tuesday: Curtis Everett

Summary: Your ex-boyfriend is a patient in the ICU where you work and he plays at your heartstrings.

A/N: Reader is female. No physical descriptors used.

Warnings: Abusive ex, Hospital setting. Please let me know if I missed any.

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Chase had woken up and seen you. Whether he remembers you or not is another story. Right now he's still too weak to do much but lay there and go in and out of sleep with the all the machinery he's hooked up to. But he knows you're there, and that scares you.

Part of you knows you'll be okay. He doesn't hold sway over you anymore. You're not the naive girl you were when you first got together, thinking he was the bad boy with a good heart. That he only treated you badly in public to keep his reputation. That the sweetness he treated you with in private was proof he really cared about you.

You know better now.

You also know that men can be better than Chase. Well, you think they can. You know Curtis is, right? Or are you still just hoping he is?

You message Curtis saying you're not up for gaming tonight. He's quick to tell you that's okay and doesn't question why. Yet more evidence that Curtis is better than Chase. Chase questioned everything you did and made you feel like what you wanted was always less important than what he wanted. Curtis trusts you. More importantly, he respects you. He knows if you wanted to talk about it you would. It's not indifference, it's trust and respect. Right?

Okay, maybe Chase does still have some sway over you.

Curtis isn't gaming tonight. He's got too much nervous energy to sit still. Instead he ends up cleaning his entire apartment. He wants to be near his computer in case you need to talk. The frustration at not being able to just step in, and not being able to pull the plug on the machinery keeping Chase alive, is let out, bit by bit as he scrubs every inch of his place.

He has to hold back. He needs to prove to you that he can be trusted to simply have your back. He wants to protect you, but he must acknowledge and respect that you are strong in your own right. That you can fight your own battles. More importantly, that your boundaries are not stomped on.

Then he thinks of something. It's not much, but hopefully it'll help. Especially if he asks permission first.

That's odd, you think as you see the notification from Curtis. Usually he waits for me to say something.

Snowpiercer85: Can't sleep. Gonna go for a drive. Want me to bring you anything?

You feel yourself wanting to cry. He's offering help without forcing you to accept. And you know if you turned down the offer, he wouldn't make you feel guilty about it. He's not the type to hold that against you.

HeartMonitor3000: Will you let me pay you back? Snow: Sure.

Heart: You know that cafe, Mad Hatter's Tea? They have the most delectable red velvet macarons. Snow: How many do you want? Heart: I'll take what you can get me. They're open late for the college kids but they might be low on stock. Snow: I'll let you know when I've got the macarons. Heart: Thank you, Curtis. I really needed this.

You really could use the comfort food. The cafe is nowhere near your apartment and, even on your days off, you're either too tired or too busy to go there. You probably could've chosen something closer to the hospital for him to drive but, looking over at Chase's bed, you know you can use all the help you can get. And maybe, just maybe, letting Curtis help wasn't such a bad idea.

Curtis tells you he's arrived and you tell your boss you're taking your break. Curtis might be expecting just to drop off the cookies, but, hopefully, he won't mind talking with you for a bit.

He's out of his car by the time you get to the parking lot. He greets you with a smile, holding out a box with the Mad Hatter's Tea logo on it.

"Got their last batch," he informs you. He's not going to mention that he got a deal on them because he doesn't want you thinking about the price, about paying him back. His heart wrenches when he sees you. You look so tired, especially when you got close and finally let your shoulders relax.

You open the box and let out a little squeal at how many there are. "Did you try any?" you ask him. He shakes his head and you give a playful pout. "That's no good! You gotta try one, they're delicious!"

Curtis smiles and takes the one you offer him. His eyes widen as he eats it.

"I told you! Delicious!"

The rest of your break was spent talking and laughing with Curtis as you share stories and cookies. By the time you have to go back to work, you're feeling so much better that you give Curtis a big hug as thanks. You don't feel how his heart races at having you so close, but you do feel how firmly he holds you.

Back at the nurses' station, Vanessa tells you Chase woke up enough to write to her about if he wants or needs anything. He wrote your name.

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Me while writing a devastating tragedy: “It’s fine. It’s okay. The fans will write fix-its.” Rocking back and forth, paper crumpled between my fingers, eyes bloodshot, and hair wild with a pen stuck in it: “The fans will write fix-it’s… The fans will write fix-it’s… The fans will write fix-it’s… The fans will write fix-it’s… The fans will write fix-it’s… The fans will write fix-it’s…”

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— what if bella had chosen jacob?

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werewolf content on the vampire blog⁉️ i fr love these two together so much…they had so much potential both in the books and movies + i wish their relationship had been explored more ☹️ jacob black will always have my heart i’m sorry

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The Arrangement - Ending

Summary: Jake's done a lot of things to keep his sister, and then his niece, safe from his parent's influence and manipulation. If he wants to keep them safe, he has to marry you.

Word Count: ~1.8k

A/N: Reader is female. No other physical descriptors used.

Warnings: Bad parents, Body shaming, Talk of abuse, Talk of human trafficking. Let me know if I missed any!

Part 15

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The parents were enjoying their evening. Montgomery and Carol had invited William and Cordelia to join them for drinks at their favorite restaurant to celebrate the progress being made. Not only was the penthouse getting turned into a better hosting space, but the kids had been caught being intimate! Surely a pregnancy announcement was due at any time.

"We should probably start up some rumors now," Cordelia proposes. "If anyone has their doubts, it's because the pregnancy is so well hidden from her size."

"And it'll excuse how much food she's eaten at these events," Carol rolls her eyes. "The number of friends I've had tell me how crass she is about her eating! How does she not see it hurts our image as parents?"

"I've heard it's not just her now, either," Cordelia whispers. "Apparently, others have started engaging in such lowbrow behaviors."

"Kids these days," William shakes his head. "Though that does remind me, how are things with the..."

Montgomery picks up on his meaning. "He's been transferred to an assisted care facility. They run a tight ship and no one will be allowed to visit, nor will he be allowed out, without our permission."

"Excellent," William nods. "No expense spared when it comes to protecting our image."

"Cheers to that," Montgomery raises a glass for a toast, the others joining him.

Their continued chatter is interrupted by the arrival of two well dressed men. The slightly shorter one with close cut hair speaks first.

"Excuse me folks, I'm agent Nick Fowler with the CIA." He pulls out his badge to verify. Pointing to the other man he continues, "this is agent Jonathan Pine with Interpol." Pine also shows his badge. "We need you to come with us."

"What's going on?" Montgomery blusters, drawing attention.

"We'd prefer to handle this quietly," Pine responds. "If you'll simply come with us we---"

"We're not going anywhere until we know what this is all about!" Cordelia snaps. All eyes are now on the table.

Fowler clears his throat and announces, "the four of you are under arrest for attempted murder, money laundering and human trafficking. You'll all need to come with me."

William is immediately red in the face. "This is preposterous! We've done nothing of the sort!"

"You have the wrong people," Montgomery insists. "Let me see the warrant!"

Pine hands over the document and, as he reads, Montgomery's expression goes from enraged to shocked.

"We are allowed to contact our lawyers, yes?" is all he's able to say.

"This isn't good at all," their lawyer tells them.

"But we didn't do any of these things!" Carol shrieks, Montgomery having given up on trying to calm her.

"The evidence says otherwise," they point out. "It's your name on the penthouse, the address of which was found in the ledger of a known human trafficker that was recently arrested. Their books also show money laundered between your company and Jensen's and then sent to known fronts for drug dealers. Your own children are willing to testify against you."

"What?!" Montgomery is caught off guard. "We never did anything to them!"

"Did you, or did you not, force your daughter into marriage?" the lawyer sighs, knowing the answer.

"Well that isn't...that's not...It's how things are done!" Carol yells, slamming the table.

"Not legally," he answers. "Additionally, your son has signed a statement admitting to his own part in the forced marriage, as well as the Jensen's threat of kidnapping an underage girl for the purposes of marriage. He also says that a friend of his from the party admitted to being paid to give him his car keys and encouraging him to go drive. While the friend is currently being hunted down, the two of you are the primary suspects."

"It's hearsay!" Montgomery bellows. "We can easily say it's just our greedy children clamoring for our fortune."

"Jensen's lawyer has contracts indicating otherwise. The contract was drawn up for their son and the details are...incriminating. And even if that contract were to go missing, their son has, reportedly, offered up his own copy of the contract into evidence. That contract is enough to really cut the jury's disbelief of any other evidence associating you with the criminals you're charged with helping."

He tries to go over their legal options, but it isn't long before the two are turning on each other.

Things aren't going any better for Jake's parents. They turned on each other even faster, shouting loud enough that lawyer-client privilege wouldn't be able to protect the secrets they accused each other of. Agents Fowler and Pine are sitting within earshot, taking notes along with DA Barber who was gathering evidence for civil and criminal charges at the city and state level.

Pine had to admit, when Clay had called in his favor, this wasn't what he expected. But given what they've been learning, even if the evidence Clay's team had planted didn't stick, there'd be plenty of other things to keep these people in prison.

It was a good thing Barber had asked the guards at the jail to keep an eye on them. Carol and Cordelia not only ended up accusing each other of more things for Barber's people to look into, but they ended up having to be put in separate cells because they kept attacking each other. The last attack caused Carol to have to be seen by the nurse while Cordelia ended up with a black eye.

The four of them know there's nothing they can do, especially with how much they've already admitted to while arguing, as their lawyers continued trying to calm them. All they can do is wonder how they lost control so quickly.

In the end, it really hadn't taken much for you to convince Travis to throw your parents under the bus. He needed a target for his anger and, considering how quickly they turned on him, he was only too happy to send them to prison. Especially in exchange for a reduced sentence for his own crimes that came to light in the discovery phase of the lawsuit. And he only had to lie about his keys.

The Losers waited until after your own testimony, signed statements, and other legal filings were done before filling you in on the whole plan. You were grateful for that, unsure of your ability to lie, even by omission. it turns out they were working on a plan even before the wedding.

"Takin' out Travis was essential to do right away," Clay explains. "If he was dead or otherwise incapacitated, Jadah wouldn't be of nearly so much interest to her grandparents and the pressure would ease up right away. Aisha snuck his keys into his pocket while he and his friends were partying. After that it was all about findin' all the money both families had and Jake gettin' it to look like it was goin' to the wrong people."

"I would have been able to do that a lot faster but there were so many public appearances," Jake grimaces. "Then again, if I hadn't gone to those, I wouldn't have had as much time with you." You smile softly at him as he intertwines his fingers with yours.

"After that, we just had to fine tune the dominoes so none of 'em would fall on you and then put in a phone call to an old buddy o' mine at Interpol."

"Apparently all it took was a couple of agents showing up at the restaurant to get things going," Aisha shrugged. "People talked, investors and allies got spooked. Ended up creating even more of a mess than we predicted."

"All the more reason I'm glad we took the extra time to keep you safe," Jake adds.

"I don't think you're ever gonna get any of your family's money," Clay speculates. "But we've got enough funds to help you get back on your feet."

"That's so much more than I ever could have expected," you smile. "I really thought that, if anything ever happened to my parents, I'd be forever on my own and left with nothing. So thank you, all of you, for helping me."

"You were as much a victim in this as Jake," Aisha points out. "Probably even more so because you actually had to live with them for your whole life. Which reminds me, we're getting you into therapy, ASAP, and you will not argue with me about it."

"Wouldn't dream of it," you assure. "I know I'm going to need all the help I can get with...processing everything."

A couple of years later you find yourself affixing the hammerhead shark cake topper to your wedding cake. Jake had tried to argue for purchasing a cake, not wanting you to overwork yourself since you'd insisted on cooking for the event as well. You countered that it was such a small wedding, there really wasn't that much work to do. But he could help you out by taste-testing all the food.

You'd both decided to wait until the dust had settled from your parents' arrest before you got married. Neither of you wanted any lingering legal problems to get in the way of the wedding and marriage you wanted. You and Jake did end up getting some of your parents' assets. You'd used a good portion of yours to try to help Travis get a fresh start away from his old life, including you.

And you'd started your own life as well. You were now employed as the donations manager for an aquarium. It wasn't a dream job, but it does let you see sharks every day and your background in ecology helps you sell people on making donations. You're even able to help acquire grants and get to give tours of the shark areas from time to time. Which, in turn, made it easy for you to have your wedding held at the aquarium, a real dream come true for you.

Jake's family had also been very good for you. You never knew family could actually be loving and supportive, you thought it was all a fantasy sold by movies and TV. The only "friction" was Jake being worried Cougar would steal you away but you were quick to reassure him you prefer adorkable sweeties to silent sexymen. You even made it a point to hold Jake's hand whenever Cougar was around. Eventually it sunk in for Jake that he really was the one you wanted. And that's when he got on one knee for a "proper proposal."

And now you're here, the two of having a dream wedding with only the people you actually care about. Jake tears up while reciting his vows and you don't think twice about letting your own happy tears flow. The photos from your wedding are full of genuine smiles and loving kisses. You've never felt safer or more loved and accepted than you do with Jake. And, for the first time in your life, you're not afraid of the future.

A/N2: Thanks to everyone who's been reading along with this series! It's been a fun ~16k words of writing and I'm happy to have shared them with you. And, as with all my other stories, asks about this story will forever be open.

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Yes please and thank you

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trying to subtly increase my word count (x)

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went through the scariest moment of my life by distracting myself with writing fanfic and telling myself you are a writer, so fucking write and that actually got me through it without breaking down (also turned out things got better and everything was okay).

thank you fanfic writing, thank you fandoms, thank you archive of our own

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no one talks about how much of writing is just whispering “does this make sense” to the void

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hi!!

Hi! I was waiting for you!!!

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How to write hospital scenes 

From someone who’s definitely been in too many and would very much like a refund...ツ

⊹ Waiting rooms are emotional purgatory. They’re too bright, too quiet, and weirdly timeless. Fluorescent lights buzzing, TVs playing muted news no one watches, coffee that tastes like burnt stress. People aren’t relaxing in there, they’re just existing, awkwardly pretending their phones are interesting while dissociating at 40% battery.

⊹ Everyone talks in a whisper, but not because it’s respectful, no, it just feels wrong to speak normally. Like the walls might be listening, like if you talk too loud, something worse might happen, even the loud people get quiet in hospitals.

⊹ Overnight stays are hell. hospital chairs? medieval torture devices with upholstery. even if someone’s trying to nap next to a patient, they’re not sleeping. They’re half-listening to the symphony of beeping machines, nurse shoes squeaking, the occasional cough, and distant Code Something crackling over the intercom. it’s anxiety with a blanket.

⊹ The smell is unforgettable, like it’s not just antiseptic. it’s plastic and cafeteria meatloaf and sweat and fear and the smell of a place where people are very much not okay. the first time your character walks in, it’ll hit them like a wall. later, they might not even notice, or maybe it’s the only thing they can smell for days after.

⊹ Talking to doctors is a weird performance. You're trying to be calm, they’re trying to be calm. But no one is calm, your character wants to ask 47 questions and not sound desperate. The doctor explains things like they’re narrating a science video, and when they leave, someone will immediately go “wait... we forgot to ask” every. single. time.

⊹ Monitors beep constantly. half the time, it’s nothing. A wire got loose, someone rolled over. But the second it is something, the vibe shifts fast. Nurses appear like ghosts, machines start going off, and everyone starts moving. And your character? they might freeze, or panic, or forget they have lungs. Go with whatever makes sense for them, but make it visceral.

⊹ Time goes full funhouse mirror. Ten minutes waiting for test results feels like a year. A full hour stretches into eternity, meanwhile, three hours can pass without anyone realizing it. You can use this in your pacing, make it drag when the waiting is unbearable.

⊹ Hospital cafeteria food: Garbage. It’s either offensively bland or stupidly overpriced. The grilled cheese is six dollars and tastes like regret, and someone will 100% cry into a cold sandwich at 3am, because grief doesn’t care where you are.

⊹ People start fixating on tiny, random things. They can’t control the big stuff, so their brain zeroes in on a sock slipping off, a crooked IV pole, the repetitive drip-drip-drip of medication. Let them obsess over something small, it’s how the brain copes with being completely powerless...