#but i also wanna write more stuff in that raindrop au i started......

[feralghxuls]

my brain is open to the idea of New Music again so perhaps ill have some braincells to write things again soon 👀

[jujywrites]

WIP Challenge

I got tagged by @kikithedeceiver to do this!

Challenge: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous.

Here’s the thing. I don’t have many separate WIP files; most of them are in one huge doc. and most of the separate wip files are... pretty dead? but ok whatevs. under a read more since it’s long...... and my ego won’t let me skip snippets hjkhkhk thanks for the idea Kiki

From my main miscellaneous folder:

50 Grades of Steele. 1 and a half chaps of a role-flipped 50 Shades of Grey rewrite (i haven’t read the books so I extra don’t care about the characters lol). why do i still have it i’ve lost interest.... *side eyes her entire wip ecosystem* ...Then I see my interview subject, seated at her desk.

"Mr. Grey. I'm pleased to meet you."

And I stop breathing. [end CH1]

[open CH2) I forgot to mention something: I exaggerate occasionally. But I'm not now. I literally stop breathing for a few seconds. A thousand thoughts are racing through my mind, which doesn't help my chest stop seizing, but the main problem here is that Anastasia Steele is quite possibly the most beautiful woman I've ever seen.

Fanfic idea masterlist. my most active file and where I keep most of my WIPS, unless they get too “large”. Organized by fandom. lotta stuff i keep passing by & may as well be dead but don’t wanna delete. here’s a zero-draft snippet of probably the next chapter of my G-rated yukyoru fic collection

He grabbed a pillow and placed it to his chest, grabbed her arm, and yanked her to him, praying his idea would work.

Seconds passed and he didn't transform. He put his arms around her gingerly. Should he try to immobilize her or would that make it worse?

She made the decision for him. "Mom," she sobbed, clutching him with an iron grip. "N-Need to help...!"

His stomach dropped to his shoes.

Thudding footsteps announced Yuki's arrival. "What's wrong?! Honda-san--"

He didn't say "What did you do?" The thought raced by and Kyo said, "Grab a pillow and help me!"

As Yuki positioned the pillow and himself without having to ask, Kyo said, "She won't wake up. I don't know what to do!"

"Night terror," Yuki said tightly. He was too close but it almost didn't matter. "Not much you can do besides wait."

MayxWard BDSM fic agents of SHIELD. mix of notes and actual writing. kind of a half AU. Melinda climbed into the driver's side and buckled in, then started up the car. "If you've not ridden on the left before you might have motion sickness. It's normal. Just close your eyes until—" She paused as she looked at him; his hands shook so much he couldn't manage the seatbelt. "Here, let me."

"Thanks," he muttered with a sigh, looking rueful.

Modern AU Zelink. What it says on the tin~ Teenage-ish Zelink, with a mash of supporting characters from other games. another mix of notes and fic. Link wasn't sleeping tonight. Tonight was the night he'd been planning for and awaiting for weeks. He was going on a quest: the quest to meet Princess Zelda. 

She wasn't really a princess, of course. That was just her nickname. Zelda Nohansen was Hyrule's sweetheart, the most sought-after young actress in the movie business. And Link had fallen in love with her the first time he'd seen her, two years ago in a tiny theater in Kakariko.

PMMMfic homumado. Madoka Magica. AU, been around since about an hour after I finished the series (5 years yikes, still gotta watch Rebellion). Homura's time power still somewhat involved, but Mami's an adult, everyone's at a boarding school (I think?) where ~things aren't as they first seem~ and Madoka has mysterious powers and night terrors. just notes at the moment.

SoubixHitomi.  Loveless. 3 unfinished/dead first-person Shinonome-senseixSoubi snippets, all of ‘em spicy.

yvy abo. Yuri On Ice. Yuri (Katsuki!!)/Victor/Yuko(!!?!), my attempt at. well. omegaverse(!!!!!!!). orignally started as part of a “bad YOI fic” bigbang and now I’m taking it seriously dgdgfg. Alpha Yuko. “Please, please stop,” she whispered, like saying it aloud would make any difference. But the pressure in her head kept building. Her limbs had begun to itch restlessly.

And Victor wouldn’t let go of her hand.

With the last scrap of her control, she straddled him quickly and kissed him awake.

Even in half-sleep he arched to meet her, and when he opened his eyes sapphire blue had already turned stormy with lust.

yvy canonfuturefic. Yuko-focused following of canon, or: how canon can I keep YOI while still rareship OT3ing it. She and Yuri fall in and out of love, in between falling for Victor. Victuri is still my life I swear   

“You have got to watch this,” she tells Yuri. She watches Yuri’s face instead of the video, having seen it at least forty times by now.

Yuri’s eyes transform into beacons of awe, and Yuko swallows around her rapid heartbeat, breaths coming too short. She sees everything she’s feeling and more on his face. She remembers that she loves him, that he’s real and here and more important than the beautiful boy on her phone who’s trying to pull her under to a scary new world.

ZnT ot3 bdsm AU. Zankyou no Terror, 9/12/Lisa. mix of notes and fic, not just PWP. in heavy need of editing bc a lot was inspired by a non-spicy book.

“But it’s not just me. It’s everyone. You need everyone because you have no idea how to need yourself. Or even how to be yourself.”

“You’re wrong.” The force and volume of her voice shocked her and pushed her onward. “You and Touji. I don’t need anyone except you and Touji! Because you both taught me how to be myself-- no, how to find that on my own. I know exactly who I am, and that me isn’t complete without both of you!” She could feel the tears streaming down her face, yet somehow her voice didn’t waver. She felt so full of conviction she could burst into flames. “Don’t you understand, Arata? We’re all meant to be together.”

From my SnK folder:

Cave of the Crystal Maiden (working title). Aruani. Modern AU. MMORPG shenanigans with a dollop of magical realism/supernatural. Just notes. @portraitofa-girl suggested “meeting online” and it’s been there literally for years oh lord im sorry. no fic yet, just notes.

Falling Anthem (working title) Modern AU Levihan, art student Hange and young professor Levi. just notes. fic one in a planned series. also has been years ;_;

Raindrops and Soft Steps. Jearmin. unsurprisingly, modern AU. One morning, when Jean looks out of his bedroom window, he sees a boy dancing across the street. In the street, to be exact. There wouldn't be anything unusual about that, Jean supposes, except it's raining cats and dogs outside.

In my IAMXfic folder (fff i almost skipped this):

2ndPOVCalberto (DO NOT CORRUPT WITH HET) ChrisxAlberto? not much to say?? yes i know they’re real people??? which applies to everything after this oh my god *crawls under desk* Of course she knows; she is annoyingly perceptive when it comes to romance. The only thing preventing you from asking her (like a fucking lovestruck teenager) if Alberto likes you back is emptying that beer bottle. By then the only thing on your mind is ordering another.

CalbertImmi. i can’t even keep my poly shit outta RPF ahaha omhg Imogen has a conversation with her lover's lover. (AlbertImmi, sequel to...) Imogen finds herself in an unenviable position. (emerging CalbertImmi)

Alternate summaries (CC POV, first fic?): Chris loves two people. He doesn't want to choose. Chris has fallen in love a few times in his life. But he's never fallen for two people at once. (Chris also isn't good at choosing.)

ChrisxJ. several self-insert fics bc CC is just that powerful, apparently. haven’t looked at the file in a long time,,,,,

He started calling people to the stage with him, and one by one, my row emptied.

"Come on, yeah, come on," he was saying, waving his hand in an inviting gesture and grinning like a little kid. "Hey, you want to?" I did a double take.

"Me?" I mouthed, pointing at myself just to be sure. He nodded, smiling wider.

So it was that I walked unsteadily down the ramp and waited in line, feeling like I didn’t belong there. Soon I was next in line. What would I say? What would I do? I was sure if I opened my mouth I’d either burst into tears or faint.

Genderswapped IAMX sci-fi. The sci-fi was inspired by a word prompt, genderswapping by my own brain. (play spot the Immi lmao) Across the aisle, Sam rolled his eyes. “Leave Chris alone; she’s nervous.”

“And put on your own seatbelt, Johann,” shouted Jess, two seats back and in Sam’s aisle.

Patrick turned  to look at Chris. “Subspace travel is a bitch,” he said simply, and turned back to his book.

“Oh, I feel much less nervous now,” Chris said with a sardonic grin. “How do you know that, anyway?”

"I'm not exactly what I seem to be." He didn’t look up.

Chriimmi (While I Was Gone inspired). Chris/Imogen, inspired by scenes from Sue Miller’s While I Was Gone.

"You really ought not to do that, you know," he said softly.

"Do what?"

"Sneak up on me."

My eyes slid from his face. "I didn't mean to. It just... happened."

"Mm." I glanced back at him; he wore a lopsided smile. "Not that I minded." The tension was so strong the air nearly vibrated with it, yet I held my tongue, terrified that I was the only one feeling it. He took a breath, deep, nearly rising on his toes. "No. I didn't mind at all." He took my hand, circled his thumb over the back. My breath caught as I felt it, as I watched him looking down at our hands.

Chriimmi bathtub dream. dream inspired Chris/Immi smut.

Chriimmi twitter. twitfic plus some, inspired from an actual tweet iamx made that i’m still not over. 

@ imogenheap Come sing your lovely lyrics with us in London. @ IAMX misses you. CCx

ChrisxImmi main. grab bag of Chriimmi I was too lazy to put into separate docs.

“What do you think?” She grinned, twirling.

He cleared his throat. “Ah, I-Imogen, what are you wearing?”

“Well, I didn’t want to clash with your theme…  Janine helped me. Does it work?”

Scandalously short skirt, midriff-baring top, knee-high boots.

“You’re trying to kill me, aren’t you? You’re trying to fucking kill me.”

Her grin only widened, even though a blush had started.

Fic edit chriimmi ver. yeah. editing someone else’s original fic to be chrimmi. either never posting or editing the frick out of. ~_~

He kissed her neck, whispered into it, “I love you.”

Imogen laughed. “Bollocks,” she said lazily.

”I do!” Chris protested. She looked down at him, nestled on her shoulder. He looked back, open, a little adoring. “I fell in love with you halfway through the show; I sang every note just for you.”

”Oh, please. You couldn’t have seen me.”

”No,” he said. “But I knew you were out there… I knew it had been you the minute I saw you backstage.”

Hospital Chriimmi. In which my guilty feeling over RPF are even worse bc of the inspiration ^_^U “Ms. Heap. What a pleasant surprise.” It’s surprising, how well she remembers his voice.

“Mr. Corner, what have you got yourself into?”

“Oh, just a bit of lingering insomnia. You know how it is.”

She takes a seat in the chair near his bed, crossing her legs. “Well, I’ve certainly had a sleepless night here and there, but I’ve never ended up in hospital from it. So no, I don’t suppose I do know.” Her tone is light, but her smile has begun to crack.

ImmixChris genderbend smut. the my secret friend video is... fertile material. have not actually written the smut yet.

...he saw us as characters– we put on those clothes and become separate from ourselves, removed. Whereas I simply felt like myself in men’s clothes, and instead of feeling what He felt for Her, I just kept right on feeling what I felt for Chris, amplified to a distracting level.

ReluctantdommeImmixSubCC. ...shrug emoji? notes and uh. visualizing.

Vampire Chriimmi. based on a dream. smutty. inspired by True Blood so wow that’s old.

From my Markipairings folder:

demon dream. markiplier self insert...... ughhhhhhhh o///o

"You can have me," I tell the creature. "But this one," I jerk my head toward Mark, "comes with me. He's mine, you see." A bold proclamation to make, but in the moment I know that the truth in those words surpasses everything I've ever said. He is mine, and saying the thought out loud fills me with courage. He squeezes my hand, two short and a long one so strong I think he might break it.

I know we’ll win.

DommeJujY. same as above, same as the next four. smutty.

Fight team AU. i forget where i got this one from. vaguely inspired by loveless i guess.  The first clear thought I had was, He shouldn't have gone ahead of me. The second one was, I should have been able to protect him. But these came later, after the rage went away, after I hugged him and apologized, after I bandaged him…

Gaming meetcute. i win some contest or whatever to secretly tagteam w/ Mark. stuff happens and yeah......

The adrenaline surges through my veins as I take in the scene. Mark's avatar is flailing around, backed into a corner by some Eldritch Abomination and holy shit, the graphics in this game are amazing.

"This is not good, I can't move, I can't move…"

There's a voice in the back of my head screaming to shut the game down, to get that horrible thing off the screen. I ignore it.

Markinpanties. .......smut.

shifter-slight sci-fi AU. shrug emoji.

I looked up from the ground and saw I was heading straight for a brick wall. There was no time to slow down. I braced for impact...

It didn't happen. I opened my eyes and found myself in a café.

What.

Looking behind me, I saw a door. On impulse I walked over and opened it; the tree-lined street I could see through the glass was indeed there. No brick wall to smack my face into. Bewildered, I turned around and looked for a seat, choosing one near a window.

Gouldiplier~. master doc of ficbits of my cracky mccrackship, MarkiplierxEllie Goulding.

I check my phone during break time again. My selfie has been liked and retweeted thousands of times, and I shake my head in disbelief; I don't think that will ever stop surprising me, deep down. To make things even better, Mark's liked it! I'm in the middle of a happy jig when I realize there's a text from him and a squeak of joy slips from me.

hellooo gorgeous

looks like you're having fun. Hope the shoot's going great! <3

I quickly send a reply. it has been. Be glad when it's done tho. Missin u lots xo

Markipicbunnies. fanart of Mark for Gouldiplier insipration. photographer au. 

"Ms. Goulding, I'm really not sure about this…"

"I produce pictures that are intimate because I'm an intimate being, Mark." Ellie looked at him directly, a hint of a smile shaping her lips. "Deep down, I think you are too. We just need to draw you out a bit."

showersexgouldiplier. WELP. IT’S SMUT.

Also I have folders for my 2010/11 nanowrimo novel that are kinda still WIPs but also kinda not

i’m gonna tag.... @kippielovesyou @kiridork and @mistergrass and anyone else who wants to do this can too :3

[trbld-writer]

➺ 100wtsily | #1 + #18 + #25

Pairing: Lee Jihoon x Reader

Genre: flUFF, roadtrip!au, best friends!au, best friends slightly crushing on each other!au

Warnings: slight language, softness

Word count: 1,745 words

Prompts: #1. “Pull over. Let me drive for awhile.” + #18. “Here, drink this. You’ll feel better.” + #25. “Look both ways.” | source

Note: I feel incredibly soft. I teared up while writing it because I really wanna have that but oh well. A MASSIVE thank you goes out to both @sonnenfuchs and @taehyung-the-baehyung for beta-ing and I’m tagging @lunarjihoon because.... I need someone to cry with me. Happy belated birthday to me and Jihoon. This was also supposed to be a drabble. And as always, feedback is appreciated and I hope you enjoy!

[masterlist] [100wtsily masterlist]

“Jihoon?”

He gripped the steering wheel a little tighter. “Hm?”

“Your eyes are drooping. We can take a break, it’s been three hours already.”

The young man just shook his head, knuckles white on his hands around the steering wheel. He blinked a few times, pulling his lips into a tight line.

“It’s fine, I can do this. We’re almost there anyway.”

“Jihoon,” you interjected, head tilting and eyebrow raising, “we both know you’re not going to last for another hour. Stop being such an overachiever, this isn’t a competition.” You reached over to gently thread your fingers through his soft hair. “Pull over. Let me drive for a while.”

The boy just scoffed and pursed his lips, squinting as he tried to keep his eyes on the nightly road. The sky was decorated with millions of stars, the moon watching as the two of you made your way through the night. Jihoon was lucky that it was dark so that you couldn’t make out the blush that started rising from his chest, up to his neck and face. His brows furrowed in order to stay focused but it turned out to be set to fail as you started lightly caressing his scalp.

“Y/N, this is foul play. You know that it makes me sleepy,” Jihoon whined with a slight pout, and you giggled. After a while of trying to focus, he sighed and shook your hand off. “Okay, fine, I’ll pull over soon. But that’s because I’m hungry, okay?” He huffed and the way he tried to fight back a smile made a grin spread across your face.

“Sure, whatever you say.”

Just twenty minutes later, a small diner appeared in Jihoon’s line of sight and your mouth started to water at the thought of pancakes and coffee. You ushered Jihoon to just pull over and park on the side, stomach growling already. Memories filled your mind about how he used to try and make perfect pancakes but they’d never turned out as fluffy as yours. You would tell him that the secret ingredient was “a lot of love, which you clearly don’t have, Lee Jihoon”, to which he would scoff and try over. Again and again. You quickly shook those thoughts off, denying your heart beating faster and blaming it on the adrenaline rush of finally getting food.

Getting out of the vehicle, you wrapped your arms around yourself and walked over to the driver’s side where Jihoon stood.

“Look, there’s a motel too, we could stay the night.”

He only let out a hum of approval, getting his jacket and putting it over your shoulders. You started walking over the street, only to be pulled back by the elbow. A gasp escaped your lips, stomach dropping as a car passed with ridiculous speed and no lights on.

“Dear God, Y/N, look both ways. You could’ve been flat as a pancake if it wasn’t for me. Who the fuck doesn’t have their lights on in the middle of the night.”

Jihoon looked at you clinging to him and smiled as you sleepily blinked and apologized, the late night hours pulling on your conscious and he pulled you closer, putting his arm around your waist. Taking a few deep breaths to calm your nerves, you looked both ways. The bright neon lights of both the motel and the diner illuminating your features.

“You can get inside and order already, I’ll get the backpack with our stuff.”

With a sleepy hum, you replied and crossed the street to walk into the vintage looking building, smiling at the waitress who greeted you cheerily even though it was way past midnight. You looked around, opting for a booth near the door. The men that were sitting in the corner, clearly intoxicated, only spared you a quick glance and went back to their conversation.

You watched as Jihoon almost climbed into the car to retrieve your backpack. Giggling at him hurrying to cross the street, you slightly stretched out your limbs and yawned. It had started to rain. The pitter-patter of the raindrops was making it even harder for you to stay awake.

Luckily, your best friend came to the rescue, sliding into the booth, across from you. His black hair decorated with small water droplets, some even running down his neck and under his shirt.

“How convenient that we found this before it started raining. It would’ve been hell to drive in that weather.”

“It also would’ve been hell watching you drive and almost fall asleep so the rain would’ve been the lesser of two evils here, don’t you think?”

Jihoon squinted his eyes at you playfully, shrugging and running his fingers through his hair. The chirpy waitress appeared only moments later, taking your order and tilting her head.

“Would you like to stay the night as well?”

You looked up at her, a surprised look on your face. “How did you know?”

“Well, you have a big backpack with you,” she giggled a little but continued, “but I’m also asking because I’m currently in charge of the check-in. And your boyfriend,” she nodded towards Jihoon who was already dozing off, “really seems to need some sleep.”

You opened your mouth to correct her but instead, you just smiled. “That’d be nice, thank you. It’s on Lee Jihoon.”

“Great, I’ll get you a set of keys when your order is ready!”

And with that, she was gone and Jihoon was awake again. You tilted your head at him, a warm feeling spreading throughout your being as you watched him. He let out a little sigh and rubbed his eyes.

“What did she say?”

His voice pulled you out of the daze and you stuttered out, “O-oh, nothing. She’s gonna give us keys for a motel room, that’s all.”

A low hum emitted from him and he propped his elbow up on the table, leaning into his hand as he looked at you with a small smile, his heartbeat ringing in his ears. You two just sat there in comfortable silence, looking out of the window, sometimes at each other. There were no sounds except the clattering from the kitchen and the deep, mumbling voices from the men in the corner. The rain had only gotten worse. The street started to flood slightly and you shivered, glad to be inside. Safe and sound.

As soon as your order came, you indulged in the fluffy pancakes, moaning at something warm finally filling your belly. Being on the road with little to no stores in sight for hours had your stomach grumbling and mouth watering as soon as she walked to your table and set everything down with a smile and a hushed “Enjoy your meal.”

Only a few minutes later, everything was gone and both of you were sipping on your hot chocolates (on Jihoon’s demand since “coffee will make it even harder to fall asleep, Y/N, we both know that”), watching the rain slowly trickle down the glass as it kept on pouring. Sleep was tugging on your conscious and you always caught yourself dozing off to the sound of the rain. Of course, Jihoon noticed and lightly tapped your hand, nodding his head towards the door.

“Come on, let’s catch some zs. You’re already tapping out.”

“My head hurts, just a little more,” you whined and put your head against the window. But your best friend wasn’t having any of it, rummaging in the backpack to pull out a pack of painkillers and handing you one.

“Here, drink this. You’ll feel better. Now, let’s go to bed or I’ll go without you and lock the door.”

Your eyes widened and you hurried to take the painkiller before scrambling up, following Jihoon. He quickly paid for the meal and thanked the waitress with a small smile before opening the door, holding his backpack over his head. Standing by his side, you pulled the jacket up to cover yourself. He raised his voice slightly so you could hear him over the roaring thunder. “On the count of three, okay?”

Your curt nod had him inhaling sharply and counting down. “Alright. One, two, three!”

You sprinted the few meters to the motel, the heavy rain soaking both of you immediately and you laughed as you reached the building. Walking up the stairs, you quickly found the room to your key and unlocked the door to step inside. It wasn’t warm but it certainly was better than soaked clothing and wet hair. Jihoon immediately locked the door behind himself and shuddered, droplets of water going everywhere as he shook his head. You walked into the bathroom, grabbing towels for both of you. You lightly dried off your hair and face, watching him as he did the same.

“Are the clothes dry? It’d be a miracle if they were,” you asked while closing the blinds and squeezing the water out of your hair.

“They are, actually. The backpack really does its job, damn.”

He handed you a pair of sweats, a shirt, and socks, along with underwear. The slight blush on his cheek made you smile a little. Thanking him, you retreated into the bathroom to quickly change while he did the same. Or at least he tried, because his sleepiness returned in full force, causing him to put the sweater on backward. He quickly realized his mistake though, furiously blushing as he put it on correctly.

When you got back, Jihoon was already under the blanket, scrolling through his phone, his eyes only on you for a second before his attention went back to the screen. You slipped under the sheets next to him, shivering slightly. He noticed and put his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to share his almost inhumane warmth. You snuggled closer to him and closed your eyes, sleep taking over you slowly but surely again.

“Jihoon?” His head turned towards you and his eyebrows raised slightly.

“What is it?”

“I’m gonna be driving tomorrow.”

Your sleepily slurred words sent his heart into overdrive and it took him a few seconds to get out of his daze and stop staring at your pouty lips and how much he’d love to kiss you goodnight. A small smile appeared and he smoothed his hand over your hair. And for the nth time that day, he was glad that you weren’t able to see how much love filled his eyes, his heart, his whole being.

“Sure, whatever you say.”

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