lorelilly

[lorelilly]

I have risen from the grave to update my Spommy Spies AU! :D

Chapter 2 - when you're lonely, am I ever on your mind on constant repeat? is it me that you want? - out now!

[lorelilly]

hi! i noticed ch 5 of all this potential mentions halloween coming up. is halloween going to be featured in the plot of ch 6 at all ? :)

Hi there! Unfortunately Halloween doesn’t get a whole lot of attention in the next chapter. I’m sorry. But we do get a short bit about how Tommy and Spencer spend the holiday. From here on out, time is going to start passing a bit more quickly in this fic than it has at the start. So you might see me reference the holidays as they pass just as markers of time, but I probably won’t linger on them. I definitely do have something big planned for Christmas break in chapter 7 though! It’s not really Christmas related, but I still hope people will like it :)

[lorelilly]

LOOK AT IT!!!! 🩷🩷🩷

You guys I’m fully gonna cry. It looks like a book cover. I’m not on twt but please go support this artist if you are. I’m losing my absolute mind over here.

[lorelilly]

hiiii!!!! if someone hypothetically made art for all this potential but didnt have a tumblr, what would be the best way to send it to you? much love and hope ur doing well!

That would be so hypothetically super amazing and awesome!!! 🩷 I’m also on Discord at Lorelilly_ if that helps? Sending you love back and I hope you’re doing very well too!

[lorelilly]

it is honestly amazing how much of writing and editing is just. logistics. like... do i use a name here or a pronoun? if i move this dialogue tag to the middle of this line and break it in half, does the end of the line hit harder that way? what if i move the tag to the front? what if i remove it entirely? ...wait, whose point of view am i in; can i reasonably say this character is appalled, or must i say they look or seem or sound appalled? is this a deliberate action or a step-removed one; is her hand closing on his shoulder, or is she closing her hand on his shoulder? environment environment environment, we need to break all this dialogue up with some narration, the scene is coming untethered. what! are! they doing! with! the rest of their bodies that are not hands! fuck fuck fuck FUCK i forgot we covered this two chapters ago and now i either need to cut this whole chunk or find a reason to reprise the conversation from earlier. name or pronoun? name or pronoun? name or pronoun? move this clause around in this sentence? oh i'll add this phrase-- nope, never mind, past!me added the same phrase two lines down. okay, if i add too much environmental narration it's going to take away from this bit, but not enough and it won't feel grounded. what if i move this to its own line? where the FUCK are their hands?

[lorelilly]

Hiii. Are you still working on White Clovers? Asking for a friend 🥹

🥹🩷 This is so sweet. I’m trying to give as much focus as I can to my active spommy fic until it’s finished (I think I have 2-3 chapters left at this point). I just know myself and if I bounce around too much it’ll make it hard for me to finish anything. But when that’s done I’m excited to dive back into my old WIPs/ideas. And White Clovers is something I still definitely want to write.

[lorelilly]

Hey Tommy, dude, buddy…what cha doing? 😂

[lorelilly]

you are so loved, you have no idea, spommytwt adores you

Okay but this is so crazy to me. One of my fandom friends actually sent me a screenshot just the other day of someone talking about ATP on Twitter (cause I don’t have an account) and when I tell you I Lost. My. Mind. Like you mean to tell me that people are talking about my fics on a platform I’m not even on?!?! ME?!!?? But I’m just a guy!! It’s honestly makes my heart feel like it’s gonna explode with joy. Thank you so much. 😭🩷

[lorelilly]

Chapter 5 of ATP is up!

Bless my sweet friends who took much less time to read and give feedback on this chapter than I anticipated. I couldn’t do this without you. 🩷

This chapter is much more Tommy-centric than the last couple of chapters have been. And it’s also the longest one by far. I hope you enjoy!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63983329/chapters/172493224

[lorelilly]

Hey y’all (still feels wild to say that. As if random people on the internet are actually listening to me). I know I’ve been kinda quiet lately. Life got busy in a good way, and then got busy in a bad way, and now I’m finally starting to get back into things. So with that being said, I’m working on final edits now for my next chapter of ATP. I should have it posted in the next couple days. I really hope y’all think it’s worth the wait. ❤️

[lorelilly]

The best advice i can give any creator is do it before you're good at it, do it BEFORE you're happy, do it while you suck, do it while you're doubting yourself and get stuck the fuck in, because waiting around to be "good enough" is a motherfucking trap of the highest degree. You'll get good along the way and better after every project is complete. Remember, this is the greatest thing you've ever created, and then you'll do something else. You're only ever gonna get better, but not if you stand still.

[lorelilly]

So normally I’m a big soft baby who avoids stories that I know will emotionally destroy me. But l’m still recommending that everyone read this. The tension, the longing, (the smut). I opened this fic up and I’m not sure I breathed until I finished. Bravo sir.

Chapters: 6/6 Fandom: Smosh Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Spencer Agnew/Amanda Lehan-Canto, Spencer Agnew & Shayne Topp, Courtney Miller/Shayne Topp, Angela Giarratana & Amanda Lehan-Canto Characters: Spencer Agnew, Shayne Topp, Alex Tran, Courtney Miller, Amanda Lehan-Canto Additional Tags: Medical Inaccuracies, Pregnancy, Infidelity, Fluff and Angst, Hopeful Ending, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Mild Blood, Fluff and Smut, Gratuitous Smut Series: Part 1 of Given, Granted Summary:

Spencer is learning about God for the first time. He’s ten, twelve, sitting in Sunday school and learning who God is, who God should be to him. He’s thirty-three and learning what God tastes like, what God sounds like, what God feels like around him, how God falls apart. How could he forget? How could he ever forget?

[lorelilly]

Sometimes comedy rooted in friendship looks like one person saying “get off me” to a fake houseplant and suddenly 4 grown adults are threatening an ornamental banana leaf.

The level of solidarity is as heartwarming as it is chaotic. 😂🩷

[lorelilly]

wip wednesday

spencer is headed to california to get his wings, before he goes tommy gives him one night of freedom before he is swept up in the inevitable tide of war. in the tropic heat spencer holds tommy’s close to his heart and sends him letters from vietnam.

inspired by the song “travelin soldier” by the chicks.

text below the cut! feel free to send me questions ab this wip!

Dear T,

I thought it was hot in Florida, but it doesn’t compare to the heat here in Vietnam. Even on the base, which is pretty far inland, it still feels like the tide could just sweep you away. I almost wish it could.

I had to do my first air strike yesterday, it’s crazy how something you love to do can quickly turn to something you hate. The first few minutes in the sky I feel free, like I can just float above it all, like maybe I could fly back home to you. But then reality knocks me on my ass as I plug in coordinates to drop more bombs or agent orange. Every time I hear one of those bombs go off I feel sick, like it’s my fault. I know logically I’m just a cog in the machine, but sometimes I feel like i’m responsible for the whole damn system. I try not to think about it, but it’s hard not to think there are poor Vietnamese men and women who are in the same place as me. Fighting in a war with no end in sight. They have momma’s and daddy’s and children. Hell some of them probably enlisted for the same reason as me.

But I put myself here. Ran away from my problems right to the recruiters office. I suppose three hots and a cot seemed like a good deal when I was living in my car. If only I had known how much it would all cost. It doesn’t feel real when you hear it on the news. They talk about how there were 5,000 casualties. They don’t call it what it is, murder. I wouldn’t wish seeing that on anyone. I’ve seen a lot of good men, people who were kind and had their whole life ahead of them die. People who sat beside me in the mess hall on Thursday, to be going home in a box by breakfast on Friday. There’s no quiet here, no reprieve from it all. I can hear gunfire and screams in the distance. But I keep trying to pretend it’s the sounds of the fair and fireworks back home.

When I get real low, when I think about nosediving my plane right into the battlefield, I think of you. Of your kindness, your laugh, your brown eyes. I think of how we danced in that bar and you held me while I sobbed like a baby. And how you didn’t judge me for it. I think of how it felt right to have your hand in mine and your lips pressed against my mouth. I don’t think I’ve ever felt anything that could ever compare or bring me a greater sense of peace. So late at night, when I hold my grandma’s rosary, and clutch my pocket bible to my chest. Know I’m thinking of you and that your picture is the one marking 1 John 3:20-21.

All my love,

Spencer

[lorelilly]

any advice for someone wanting to write fic for the first time? I have a spommy idea but I’m so scared of starting lol

I think it depends on what you’re nervous about. Is it about sharing your work? Because you should never feel like you’re obligated to share your art (although I think this fandom is very supportive of authors and you’d be welcomed in with a lot of kindness). But sometimes writing can just be a thing you do for yourself because it’s fun. It doesn’t need to be shared or validated by others.

If you’re scared to start though because you’re worried about not living up to your own hopes/expectations, it sounds cliche but just remember that everyone has to start somewhere. The only way to sharpen a skill is by doing it and continuing to do it. And you’ll learn more with every new thing you write. Whether you’re writing for the first time or the fiftieth, you’ll always be learning something new. So try to be kind to yourself.

Logistically speaking, I’d say the first step if you already have a solid idea of what you want to write is to just get words down. They don’t have to be the perfect words. You don’t even have to start at the beginning. Just write and write and write. Don’t worry about what anyone else will think. Make yourself laugh or cry or kick your feet with excitement. And then go back later and edit it until it’s something you love.

And if you need any encouragement or advice, well I’m not an expert by even the broadest definition, but I’ll still be here to help if I can. Best of luck! You got this!

[lorelilly]

sorry you're feeling down <3 are you reading anything currently? (i'm reading real life by brandon taylor rn, so good!) what authors inspire your writing?

also, anything you're willing to tease from upcoming wips?

Right now I’m reading Faebound by Saara El-Arifi. I haven’t really read much in the Romantacy genre, but I heard people online saying this book was ACOTAR if it was queer so I’ve been giving it a shot and it’s pretty good so far.

I think what typically inspires me to write fanfic though is other good fanfic. I just finished reading Sweeter Than Honey by @followingthebutterflies7 (omg amazing please go read it) and I’m currently reading Bound by Winter by @and-claudia and The Only Reason (I Stayed Here) by @ephemore (which are both currently in progress but I’m loving where they’re going). I also frequently go back and reread older fanfics I love. It doesn’t even have to be from the same fandom. My favorite AO3 author is surveycorpsjean who’s written A LOT of really good stuff (mostly for My Hero Academia and Haikyuu but for tons of other fandoms as well).

As far as teases from upcoming WIPs, I just posted a snippet from my next chapter of All This Potential last week. And while that is my main focus right now, I do have a couple other short things I’ve written the last few months so—anyone care to read some of my Shourtcer idea that I may or may not ever finish? It’s an AU where Shayne and Spencer are competing in the rodeo circuit as bull riders and Courtney is a farrier.

What’s under the cut isn’t nsfw but it is just a little spicy.

Courtney stands in front of their full length mirror, pressing down on a weird ruffle in her dress that just won’t lay flat. She briefly wonders if she’s got time to iron before he gets here and then immediately scoffs at herself. Spencer isn’t gonna care about what her clothes look like. He’s most likely coming over to take them off her anyway. That’s why she chose this dress in the first place, a simple denim number that buttons all the way down. Just thinking about it makes her palms sweat.

Despite the mirror, Shayne still manages to sneak up on her, his reflection magically appearing over her shoulder while she’s lost in thought.

“Nervous?” he asks like it isn’t obvious. Courtney tries to shrug the question off anyway. “We don’t have to do this,” he adds on, and Courtney turns around to face him.

“Do you not want to do this?”

Shayne swallows heavy and takes a breath.

“I—I love you,” he says like it’s an answer. And because they’ve been together for so long, because she knows this sweet and wonderful man inside and out, it is.

“Shayne, baby, I love you too.” She slips her arms around his neck. “This doesn’t mean we aren’t in love anymore. I know you still love me. Do you know that I still love you?”

“Yes,” he says, and when Courtney looks deep into his eyes, she believes him. She nods once firmly and then lets her arms drop.

“I want to do this. I want—“ I want him, she thinks. Lord help her, but it’s true.

Shayne nods a couple times like he’s shaking out some final nerves of his own and then finally smiles at her softly. He spins her back around so she’s facing the mirror, hands gripped loosely around her waist but already starting to move up and down, casually feeling her curves.

“You look beautiful,” he whispers, placing a kiss to her neck. And god she’s so keyed up already that just the kiss is enough to make her shiver. Shayne doesn’t miss it.

“He’s not gonna know what hit him,” Shayne says with an even wider smile and Courtney feels some confidence come back to her.

“Same to you,” she says.

Shayne’s not wearing anything fancy, but it doesn’t take much in her opinion. Even in some light-washed denim and a white t-shirt that hugs his biceps, he’s already everything anyone could possibly want.

His arms tighten around her middle, hugging her close until she can feel the start of something pressed against her lower back. Seems like she’s not the only one who’s keyed up already.

The sound of the doorbell startles them both.

“Speak of the devil,” Shayne mumbles.

They reluctantly pull apart and head downstairs to greet Spencer. Shayne’s little pep talk has Courtney feeling so much better, but she still feels unprepared for the sight that greets her when she opens the door.

Spencer’s in a pair of dark jeans, probably the nicest ones he owns by the look of it, with a dark green and blue plaid shirt and a simple bolo tie. He’s not wearing a hat, and it actually looks like maybe he’s run some kinda product through his hair to accentuate his curls.

“Hey,” she says, voice sounding too much like a sigh for her own liking.

“Hey,” he says back. “I uh—“ His hand comes up from by his side, holding out an honest to god bouquet of flowers. “I wasn’t sure what’s proper for a situation like this. But my mama taught me to never show up empty handed so-“

Courtney takes the flowers from him, a brightly colored assortment that reminds her of springtime, and tries not to bite her lip when she smiles.

“They’re beautiful. Thank you.”

“Nothing for me?” Shayne teases over her shoulder.

Courtney barely contains her eye roll at the obvious prod. Everything’s always been a competition between these two and she’s not sure why she thought tonight might be any different. But Spencer isn’t thrown for a second. He quickly reaches forward towards the bouquet, pinching a carnation off its stem a couple inches beneath the base, then steps closer to Shayne and slowly slips the flower over the top of his ear.

“There. Pretty as a picture,” Spencer says in a low voice and Courtney coughs to hide her laugh as a blush spreads across Shayne’s cheeks. Point, Spencer.

“Well come on in before you let all the AC out,” Courtney says, breaking the moment and ushering Spencer inside.

They all meander their way into the dining room where Spencer looks surprised to see the table set. It’s nothing ostentatious, just three white plates with some plain napkins and cutlery set out. But Spencer looks at it like she’s done something amazing for him.

“You’re cooking?” he asks towards both of them.

“Chicken’s on the grill right now,” Shayne says. “And Court’s got veggies roasting in the oven.”

“And some of your bread,” she says to Shayne.

“I don’t know if I’d call it my bread-“ he says like he’s nervous to own up to it in front of Spencer. But Courtney’s having none of it. If he’s gonna be their—or more like, if they’re planning on inviting him into their—well regardless, they’ve gotta start being honest with each other.

“I would.” She walks over and gives him a short but firm kiss on his cheek. “You’re the one that got this new sourdough starter to work after my last one died while we were away.”

“I’m sure it’ll be amazing,” Spencer chimes in, making both of them turn to look at him. “I mean, I don’t think the golden boy over here is capable of doing anything less than perfect.”

Shayne pulls away from her and scoffs in Spencer’s direction.

“If I was perfect, I would’ve beaten you in Cheyenne,” he counters.

But Spencer just throws him that smile, the one that’s somehow boyishly charming and also unfairly seductive.

“But where would be the fun in that?” he teases. “Nah. You losing to me sometimes just makes you more perfect in my book.”

Shayne huffs out a noise somewhere between amused and frustrated then turns away.

“Gonna go check on the meat,” he says, but Courtney can see his flustered face before he makes it outside and closes the patio door behind him. Two points, Spencer.

[lorelilly]

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