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My new blog for my original writings!

Hi Everyone!

My name is Haley Michelle and this where my original writings live. I primarily write fanfiction, so there's a chance you've already read some of my work.

I hope to be professionally published one day, so those stories will go here for the time being.

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Reblog if you are a fic writer who welcomes moodboards, playlists, remixes, art and any other type of gift based on your stories.

Hell yes, everyone is always welcome to do any of the things, you will have my undying love and appreciation for it. (Translations are also a-okay.)

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Hey everyone,

I know I haven’t written anything on this blog in quite a while and that’s because I’m not much into bands anymore. This blog will be left up, but I don’t think I’m going to continue my Bandom stories.

I hope you understand. You can follow me over at my main blog @emofairyprincessofarkansas, my actor blog @actorfrustration, and my multi-fandom blog @multifandomfanfiction.

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Behind the Scenes of Fic Writing: 30 Questions for Authors

What was the first fandom and/or pairing that you wrote fic for?

Do you participate in any writing events or challenges throughout the year? If so, what do you like about them?

Do you write fics from start or finish, or jump around?

Do you outline before you start writing? If so, how far do you stray from that outline?

What is the perfect environment for you to write in?

If you’re really concentrating, how many words can you write in a day?

Which part of writing do you struggle with most?

Do you listen to music while you write? If so, share a song that’s been inspiring you lately.

Do you prefer to write AUs, canon divergence, or canon-compliant fic?

Do you enjoy writing dialogue, exposition, or plot the most?

If you could only write angst, fluff, or smut for the rest of your life, which would it be?

Is there a trope you haven’t written yet but really want to?

Is there a trope you wouldn’t write if it was the last trope on earth?

If you were stuck on a desert island with only two characters, which would you pick?

A Hollywood producer tells you that they want to film just one of your fics. Which fic would you want it to be?

What is your most underrated fic?

What fic are you most proud of?

What is a line/scene you’re really proud of? Give us the DVD commentary for that scene.

Who is the easiest/hardest character for you to write about? Why?

What’s your favorite minor character you’ve written?

What is the one fic that got away?

Have you cried while writing a fic?

If you had to remix one of your own fics, which would it be and how would you remix it?

How did you come up with title for [x fic]?

Which idea came to you first in [x fic]?

Which part of [x fic] was the hardest to write?

If you were ever to do a sequel to [x fic], what do you think might happen in it?

In [x fic], what is a happy, post-fic headcanon you have about [pairing]?

Send me a word. If it’s in your WIPs, include the sentence and a short summary of the fic.

Tell us an idea for a longfic you want to write in the future.

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If you're still taking request, can I get something with Ben Bruce? I don't really care what about. Fluffy or smutty, doesn't matter. Thank you.

P.S. I love your stories. Obsessed with your Andy/Clary/ Ben ones.

I can try. I haven’t really written anything on this blog in a long while. But I love Ben so much. I’ll have to give this one some thought until I can come up with an idea.

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REBLOG IF YOU ARE HELLA BORED AND WOULDN’T MIND SOME CURIOUS ANONS.

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Alone on Valentine’s Day

Title: Alone on Valentine’s Day Chapter: One-Shot Pairing: Jack/OC Rating: T Fic Summary: Ali is alone on Valentine’s Day because Jack is on tour. Author’s Notes: Posting this now because who knows if I’ll actually write something for Valentine’s Day this year. Inspired by the above moodboard by @ylove-bandaesthetics​.

Ali woke up and rolled over towards Jack’s side of the bed, before remembering that he was still on tour.

Holidays like this were difficult. She’d have to go to work and see her co-workers get gifts.

She grabbed her phone and pulled up Instagram. She scrolled for a while until she came to a picture on Jack’s.

It was a photo of him biting into a rose with the caption, “Hugs, Kisses, Valentine wishes!”

She laughed.

The picture was definitely a very “Jack” thing for him to do.

She double-tapped the photo. She rarely commented on Jack’s posts anymore, because it usually ended up in two factions of the fandom fighting.

The ones who wanted Jack to be happy and the ones who wanted Jack for themselves.

Jack knew she loved him.

Ali eventually dragged herself out of bed and got ready for work. Walking into the office with her coffee, she saw the red and pink balloons on people’s desk. She knew when she arrived at her desk that there wouldn’t be anything.

Jack had wanted to send her something, but she refused telling him that the only thing she wanted for Valentine’s Day was him. If she couldn’t have him, then she didn’t want anything.

“Good morning, Ali!” Marilyn said. Marilyn sat across the aisle from Ali. Marilyn was a blonde haired woman in her early fifties and a surrogate mother to Ali.

“Morning, Marilyn.”

“So, any big plans for tonight? Being Valentine’s Day and all?”

“Not exactly.” Ali tried not to look sad, even though she was bummed that Jack couldn’t be at home with her.

“I think Ray and I are just going to stay home and make dinner together.”

“That sounds sweet.”

Marilyn noticed the sad look in Ali’s eyes. “Oh, sweetie. He’s not here is he?”

Ali shook her head. “I knew what I was getting into dating a musician. But it’s fine. When he gets back, he’ll be home for a few months.”

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Ali tried putting off going home as long as possible. She was dreading going home to an empty house while everyone else was heading out to dinner with their significant others.

When 5:30 hit, Marilyn logged off and grabbed her stuff. “Don’t stay too late, sweetie.”

“I’ll head home soon, I promise.”

“Tell you what…” Marilyn pulled out $20 and handed it to her. “Get yourself some good wine and some chocolate. And then maybe take a vacation day tomorrow.”

“Thank you. I hope you and Ray have a good night.”

Around 6, Ali sighed. She couldn’t put it off any longer. She grabbed her things, logged off, and hit up the liquor store on the way home. She was going to make herself some dinner and then get drunk and probably cry herself to sleep.

She probably wouldn’t even call Jack tonight. Jack was the last thing she wanted on her mind.

Ali unlocked the door and her mouth dropped open. The apartment was covered in balloons and there was the biggest bouquet of roses she’d ever seen sitting on the kitchen table.

She walked over to the roses and dropped her purse and the bag containing her bottle of wine on the table.

There was a card sitting in the roses.

Ali opened it up and read, “Turn around.” She gasped and spun around.

Jack stood there holding a pink sucker up.

Kiss Me.

Ali did what the sucker said and threw her arms around his neck and kissed him. Her hands threaded through his multicolored hair.

He’d changed the color of his stripe again. Now it was blue.

Her favorite color.

She pulled back, tears filling her eyes. “How are you here?” she breathed.

“Flew in this morning after you left for work.”

Ali sniffled. “How long are you here for?”

Jack sighed and stroked her cheek, swiping the tears away with the pad of his thumb. “Only for tonight. I fly out early tomorrow morning. I’m sorry.”

“Shut-up.” She kissed him again. She didn’t care that she only got to have him for 12 hours before he had to leave again. All that mattered to her was that he was here now.

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‘Tis the Damn Season

Title: ‘Tis the Damn Season Chapter: One-Shot Pairing: Andy/OC Rating: T Fic Summary: Andy returning to his hometown for the Christmas holidays means one thing: Her. Author’s Notes: Inspired by ‘Tis the Damn Season by Taylor Swift. I meant to write this around Christmas, but some stuff happened in my personal life. Also, I feel like it’s been longer than two months since I last posted, but oh well. The OC in this doesn’t have a name, simply because I didn’t feel like it was important to give her one.

Andy pulled into his parent’s driveway and got out. He was in town for the Christmas weekend, just like every year.

Although this year was different. Life had been since his split from Juliet. He needed to get away L.A. for just a little bit.

His mother was waiting for him on the porch.

“Hey mom,” he said.

She hugged him and they heard a truck speeding up the road.

Andy couldn’t help smiling.

“I’m sorry. I saw her the other day and it just slipped out,” his mother told him.

The truck pulled up to the house and a small redhead got out. “Andy!” she squealed.

Andy turned just in time for her to launch herself into his arms.

“I missed you,” she said.

Andy squeezed her tighter. “I missed you too, babe.”

She smiled at the old term of endearment and placed a small kiss on his neck. She pulled back and Andy looked at her beat-up truck. There was mud on the tires, so clearly she’d been mudding with her brother.

“I’ll let you guys catch up,” she said, “But you’re mine tomorrow, Biersack.”

Andy laughed and gave a small salute. “Aye aye, boss.”

She kissed him on the cheek and made her way back to her truck. She got in, but not before blowing him a kiss. She pulled away from the house and disappeared down the street.

“Well she hasn’t changed,” Andy said.

“All I know is one mention of your name and that girl lights up. I wonder why…” his mother said, giving him a small smile.

Andy shook his head.

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The next day, Andy parked his rental car between the Methodist Church and his old elementary school. The place they first met.

Sure enough, she was waiting for him.

He approached her and sat on the swing next to her. He took out a cigarette and lit it.

“Thought you stopped,” she said.

They sat in a comfortable silence before she stood up.

“C’mon.” She led him to her truck and they went back to her place. As soon as she shut the door, Andy was on her. “God, I’ve missed you,” she whispered.

“Show me how much.”

Her blue eyes sparkled as she led him into the bedroom.

This was their routine.

Whenever Andy came back to Cincinnati for the Christmas holiday, they’d have the weekend to pick up where they left off. Amy and Chris had come to expect to not really see their son for the entire weekend.

Afterwards, as she lay on his chest, Andy started to think. What if he didn’t leave? What if he stayed?

“Penny for your thoughts?” she asked him as she traced the tattoos adorning his body.

He looked at her and she could see the thoughts on his face.

She sighed. ���It has to be this way. You know that.”

“But what if it didn’t?”

“Andy, I can’t ask you stay the same way you can’t ask me to wait. Your life is in L.A., not Cincinnati.” She saw his heart break every time he left, but this was the way things had to be. She was the only one who truly knew him. She could tell which smiles were fake and which were real.

But he couldn’t ask her to leave. Cincinnati was her home and she loved it here, whereas Andy’s home was in L.A. “Come here,” he said.

She crawled up his chest and kissed him again.

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They slept in half the day the next day like they used to and soon it was time for Andy to leave again.

She and Andy drove in their separate cars. After turning in the rental car, she met him outside the entrance to the terminal.

Andy didn’t want to leave her. He wanted to crawl back into the warm bed with her and say fuck everything in L.A.

“Take care of yourself, okay? I don’t want to get another call from the guys saying you’ve broken your leg or something,” she said.

Andy laughed and kissed her forehead. “I’ll try.”

They said their goodbyes and Andy was so tempted to press his lips to hers, but he didn’t want to rumors to start spreading.

The media and his fans knew about her and he spoke about her fondly in interviews. To the outside world, she was simply his childhood best friend, but him she was so much more.

“Go, before you miss your flight.” And just like that, she watched him leave.

Just like the first time and all the times after that.

But she didn’t shed a tear, because this is the way it just was. And neither of them could do anything about it.

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Live blogging “Alive and Burning 2” on my main @emofairyprincessofarkansas if you want to get updates.

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Learning to Let Go

Title: Learning to Let Go Chapter: One-Shot Pairing: Ashley as Dionysus/OC Rating: T Fic Summary: Brigid hates clubs, but then she meets a man who changes her mind. Author’s Notes: Inspired by the above moodboard by @ylove-bandaesthetics.

Brigid glanced around the room at the people around her. She hadn’t wanted to come to the club, but her friends refused to leave her at home so she went along anyway.

She’d had several men try to hit on her, but she brushed them off. She wasn’t interested in hooking up tonight. In fact, she was more likely to go home alone because her friends would find someone to hook up with.

But then he walked in.

The atmosphere in the club completely changed. It felt thicker, like a fog had taken over everyone in the room.

The man approached Brigid. He was sharply dressed in a white dress shirt, dress slacks, and a black suit jacket.

Brigid thought it was odd attire for a night out, much less a club. Maybe he was a business man on his way home from work and he wanted a drink.

Although, his neck was free of any tie or accessory. He had shoulder length dark brown hair and cheekbones that could split diamonds. “Why are you sitting over here all alone?” he asked, taking a sip from a crystal glass of blood red wine that appeared in his hand.

She could see tattoos on his fingers, but they just looked like random letters. “How did you get that wine?” she asked.

This bar didn’t serve red wine. Red wine was reserved for fancy restaurants.

“You’re very perceptive for a mortal.”

Brigid thought his phrasing was weird, but she didn’t question it.

The man wiggled his fingers and said, “Magic.”

Brigid sipped her drink.

“You haven’t answered my question. What’s a pretty girl doing sitting here all her lonesome. You should out on the dancefloor having fun.”

“I don’t like clubs,” she told him.

The man laughed. His smile would make any woman melt. “What’s wrong with clubs?”

“People just come here to get drunk and hook up.”

“You can still have fun.” He held a hand out to her as another song started. “May I have this dance?”

Brigid considered it for a moment before she placed her hand in his. She slid off the barstool and the man led them to the dancefloor.

They stopped in the middle and the man turned her away from him so her back was pressed his front.

Brigid blushed. She jumped when the man’s lips brushed her ear.

“Just let go. Let the music guide you. Focus on that.” He put his hands on her hips and pulled her flush against his body.

Brigid felt a fog enter her mind. She forgot about the people around her and focused solely on the man’s hands holding her hips.

It was like nothing else existed.

She let the music take her away and dictate how she moved. Her hands moved independently of her mind and grabbed the back of the man’s head.

The man chuckled darkly in her ear, sending a shiver down Brigid’s spine. Brigid’s whole body felt like it was on fire and it was hard to breathe. But she kept dancing.

The song ended too soon.

When the man’s hands left her body, it was like a cold bucket of water had been dumped on her. She was aware of the people around them and the sweat dripping down her back.

Had it really only been a couple minutes?

Brigid felt like she had been dancing for hours. Her limbs ached and she was parched. She wanted him to touch her again. Dancing with him felt like a drug and she needed another hit. Brigid turned to face him now, committing every curve and line of his face to memory.

“What’s your name?” he asked.

“Brigid.”

The man smiled and Brigid felt her heart skip a beat. “Like the ancient Celtic Goddess?”

Brigid shrugged. “I imagine my parents just like the name.”

“Then you and I are more alike than you think.” The man stepped back from her and kissed her cheek. “Farewell, fair Brigid. May we meet again.” He turned and disappeared into the sea of bodies, leaving Brigid alone on the dancefloor.

When her friends invited her out again, she’d go along. But only with the hope she’d meet her mystery man again. She needed to dance with him again.

To feel that complete freedom for just another second.

And if she didn’t, she’d remember him every time she heard that song or drank red wine.

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It is with a heavy heart that I’m here to announce that “Morning Light, Mourning Star” has run it’s course and that there will no longer be any Jenni/Remington/Andy content.

I will continue to write for Andy, but as a solo artist only (much like the former members of One Direction). This means there will not be anymore BVB as a band one-shots. My feelings on BVB started to shift when Ashley left and it hasn’t been the same since.

Andy and Ashley will now be classified as solo artists on my band list. Thank you for being understanding.

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you’re drunk at this festival and dancing on the table and when you eventually fell i caught you with Andy Biersack or Remington Leith?

I think I might do it with Andy since his new look is really doing things for me. *smirk*

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Oooh I would love to see the spin the bottle prompt with any of the Palaye boys!

That could be really fun. Not sure who I would do yet.

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Can you do a Mark Hoppus oneshot where he spoons you and comforts you when you have period cramps, and can you use lots of pet names please🥺

This is so cute! There need to be more stories with Mark.

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Let me know if you’d like to see one of these! I’m trying to get back into writing for bands.

better ideas for chance encounters than a bar or coffee shop:

a storm is delaying our flight home and i’m afraid of thunder, please talk to me while we wait

we’re both in small claims court and i got into a huge fight with the person suing me but you stepped in to hold me back before security got there

i drove two hours to the closest video rental store that’s still operating and you were checking out the only copy of the movie i was after

i hit you with my car but luckily you’re okay, but we should still exchange information i guess

our friends that we came here with went off together and now we’re making awkward small talk

i was worried about buying something off of someone creepy from craigslist but oh no you’re hot

my friend talked me into playing a drunken game of spin the bottle even though we’re all adults and now we have to make out

we both decided to take a [yoga/fencing/cooking etc] class and we’re the only two assholes not taking it seriously and everyone else is giving us dirty looks but we keep grinning over at each other

my date just made a scene in public and got arrested and now i’m stranded in a city without a ride home

sharing a cab together

you’re trying to get me to sign a petition and i have no idea what you’re talking about

you’re drunk at this festival and dancing on the table and when you eventually fell i caught you

i tried to get a part time job at this place right by my house but they hired you instead and i have to see you every day when i go there now

blind date!

my roommate is your ex, and your roommate is my ex, and i caught them sleeping together and told you so now we’re pissed off and going on a date to get away from them even though we didnt really know each other before now