#but when i think back to what ive written for prompts and challenges and exchange

[rowanisawriter]

if anyone has a kid or has ever been around a toddler you will know that the dark urge isn’t something they made up for that game it’s real. the dark urge is real and all kids have it for like the first 4 or so years of their lives . it’s all real

[winchester-fantasies]

Promise

Summary: Sam blames himself after you’re injured on a hunt, his feelings for you called into question after the near-death experience. But after a heated exchange, both your feelings are laid out on the table.

Word Count: 2408

Warnings: light smut, dry humping, angst, fluff, danger to reader, hurt reader, near-death experience, sad Sam, slightly dom!Sam, swearing

Pairing: Sam x Female!Reader

A/N: This was written for @jawritter ‘s 500 Followers Challenge and my prompt was “Was I Right Or Wrong” by Lynyrd Skynyrd. Congrats on 500, beautiful! 💕 Hope you and everyone enjoys!!

Winchester Fantasies’ Masterlist

Sam hung his head as he sat outside the hospital door where she was. The world kept moving around him - nurses and doctors making their way to rooms, patients coming in and going out, loud voices and noises that could only be found in a hospital. But Sam’s world felt as if it had come to a complete standstill.

All he could think about was her. The one thing that mattered more to him than life itself. And the one person he didn’t think he’d ever forgive himself for letting down.

“Hey, man.”

Sam looked up to find Dean. “How’re you holding up?” his brother asked as he lowered himself into the hard and uncomfortable chair beside him.

Sam let out a harsh chuckle. “How do you think?” he scoffed, running his fingers through his oily hair he hadn’t washed in almost two days, blood still clinging to the ends - her blood. “I feel like shit.”

Dean didn’t answer, but Sam could feel his eyes on him, studying him as he searched for a way to help his younger brother. But there wasn’t anything Dean could do, not when a gaping hole of guilt and self-loathing sat in Sam’s chest.

Sam lowered his heavy, pounding head in his hands, his eyes stinging and nose burning as he fought to keep his emotions in check. But he couldn’t hide the quiver in his voice when he spoke again. “I just keep asking myself...was I right or wrong?”

“Sammy,” Dean said, his voice gruff but gentle. “You couldn’t have known that this would happen.”

“Maybe not,” Sam said, lifting his red-rimmed gaze to his brother. “But I could have prevented it if...if I had paid attention. But instead I left her standing there…. I...I thought she’d be okay. We took care of the witch. I thought it was safe.”

“Sam, you can’t blame yourself for what happ….”

“You just don’t get it do you?” Sam snapped, his usually calm, hazel eyes now burning with anger. “Jess...Madison...they’re gone. And now (Y/N) is lying in that room, fighting for her life - because of me! And I...I can’t. I can’t lose her, too.”

“You love her,” Dean stated, a sudden realization in his voice.

Sam stared at his brother before turning away without answering. Was Dean right? Did he love her? He hadn’t thought about it much…hadn’t allowed himself to. But as he analyzed his feelings, he thought maybe Dean was right. Why else would he feel his world just a little lighter when she’d smile? Or how on long and restless nights, when memories and nightmares plagued his mind, would he call out to her, her presence a comforting salvation? And why...why did his heart feel as if it had been ripped from his chest the moment he’d looked back to find her on the floor of the factory, her eyes rolling into the back of her head and her lips deathly blue?

Sam sniffed and pinched his nose as snot threatened to fall. He suddenly felt as if the walls of the hospital were closing in around him and he couldn’t sit still and wait for what he knew was inevitable. He had to get away.

“I’m going for a walk,” he stated and without waiting for Dean’s reply, he got up from his seat and walked out the door.

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“Sam!” you cried out, your voice nothing more than a feeble gasp. You watched at his retreating figure with panic. He didn't hear you.

You tried to move, but your legs felt like lead. You gasped as the invisible cord around your neck tightened. You clawed at your neck, and you felt the warmth of blood as your fingers broke the skin, desperately trying to relieve the vice.

“Sam!” you tried again. “Ca...can't breathe….” With each word the pressure around your neck tightened.

You gulped at what air you could get, but nothing seemed to help. Your lungs still burned.

You fell to your knees, your legs seemingly unable to hold you up on their own accord anymore. Your mind was numb and you were beginning to feel lightheaded.

You chuckled sardonically to yourself as you fell to the cold and cracked tile beneath you. Of all the shit you saw and danger you put yourself through daily, you never thought you'd go out like this. You'd always imagined you'd be bitten by a vamp or mauled by a werewolf. Not suffocating to death on the floor of an asbestos-riddled factory.

Your fingers lazily skimmed your skin, and you convulsed slightly as your body fought for air. Your vision was getting blurry and everything seemed to run together. You were dying. You just wished Sam had been there to hold you.

You heard pounding footsteps in the distance and a faint cry of, “Oh, my god!” before darkness enveloped you.

**********

You shot upright, gasping for air. Air filled your lungs almost painfully and you sputtered at the dryness in your throat.

Your eyes darted around quickly, trying to gain your surroundings. Your gaze landed on the needle in your arm. Your eyes traveled up the plastic tube to the IV that lazily dripped.

Your eyes left the IV to find yourself hooked up to a myriad of other machines. Most of them you couldn't even begin to name let alone know what they all did. All you knew was you were in a hospital.

Your head snapped up to your hospital room door as it creaked open. Dean stepped inside, a steaming cup of coffee in hand. His eyes lit up when he saw you. “Hey, kid!” Dean greeted, stopping a few feet from the bed. “Glad to see you up and around. You’ve been out for a good two days.”

Your eyes widened. Two days? What the hell was going on?

“What happened?” you asked, your voice coming out in a choked whisper, and you winced at the pain that shot through your esophagus. Your fingers found the front of your neck, finding the front lined tightly with gauze.

Dean frowned. “You...you don’t remember?” he asked. You shook your head. “Anything?” Dean asked. You shook your head again, this time firmer.

Dean huffed and shook his head. “Shit, kid,” he said. “You scared the hell outta me and Sammy.”

“Where is Sam?” you asked, looking around Dean and to the door as he pulled up a chair beside you.

“Uh, needed to get some air,” he said.

“Oh,” you said, feeling slightly disappointed that it had been Dean who was the first to see you after you’d woken up instead of Sam. “Is he coming back?”

“He’ll be back. I don’t think he’ll be able to stay away for long,” Dean said with a smirk that told there was something he knew that you didn’t. You were about to ask him what he meant when he continued speaking. “How do you feel?”

“Like shit,” you said with a huffed out chuckle. “Never felt worse actually. Dean...what happened?”

Dean looked down at his cup as if he almost didn’t want to repeat what had happened. But he finally looked back up at you, his green eyes filled with sadness. “A witch...on the hunt. She got to you….”

It was as if Dean’s words flipped a switch, and you were back on the floor of that factory, your throat constricting and your lungs burning as everything came rushing back.

The next thing you knew Dean’s concerned face was in front of you, his hands on your shoulders as he shook you. His mouth was moving, but you couldn’t hear him or make out anything he was saying. Then you heard it. Wailing. Far off and distant, and you wondered who it was and what was going on. That’s when you realized it was you. You were the one whose voice of panic was reverberating around the room, your hands curled into fists, fingernails biting into the skin of your palms and drawing blood.

“(Y/N)! Listen to me! You have to calm down!” Dean was saying, but your wails very nearly drowned out his shouts.

The next second a loud and authoritative, “Move!” came from behind him and Dean was practically shoved aside. There stood Sam, his eyes red-rimmed and puffy, hair sweaty and marred with blood, dark rings under his eyes pronounced against his sallow complexion. “(Y/N),” he said softly, leaning down, his hands resting on your arms gently. “Baby, look at me. Look only at me.”

He didn’t step away or say anything else until your eyes had finally locked with his. “Good, baby, good,” he whispered, one of his hands leaving your arm to swipe your hair out of your face. “Now take deep breaths for me...in, out...in, out.” You followed his breaths as he took your hand and placed it over his softly heaving chest, your eyes never leaving his.

You eventually felt your breathing even out and Sam smiled. “You did good, baby. So, so good.”

He’d never called you “baby” before and you wondered just why he was starting now, but you didn’t want to think anymore about it as you reached out for him. “Sam,” you whispered, your voice quivering. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him towards you.

He shifted, climbing up on the bed before laying himself out over you, his hips slotting between your spread thighs. He buried his face into your neck, his warm breath tickling your skin as his arms came around your body. His weight was heavy and almost suffocating, but you welcomed it as the warmth of the man you secretly loved enveloped you and gave you something tangible to hold onto. You didn’t care if you were making a mistake or making a fool of yourself by wanting him close; you just needed him.

Silence fell over the room and that’s when you realized Dean had slipped out sometime between your panic attack and now, closing the door behind him. You closed your eyes and carded your fingers through Sam’s soft hair. You laid like that for a while until you felt a warm wetness fall onto the skin of your neck. You frowned and opened your eyes. Was Sam...crying?

“Sam,” you murmured, leaning back to try to get a good look at him. He didn’t answer and he didn’t look at you. “Sam, look at me. Please,” you pled, lifting his head up.

His eyes were wet and brow furrowed as he tried to not let his emotions overtake him. “Sam,” you breathed, your hand caressing his cheek as you swiped away the wetness. And just like that, the dam broke.

“I thought I’d lost you,” Sam said, his voice choked as tears streamed down his face. “I...I thought….”

“Hey, hey,” you said, holding his face in your hands and looking him in the eye. “I’m right here.”

You smiled softly and without warning Sam leaned forward, his lips crashing to yours. You were caught off guard, but only a moment, before you were kissing him back, your mouths opening without request, tongues mapping out and tasting one another.

“I thought you were gone,” Sam murmured as he kissed over your chin and down your throat, soft kisses that were filled with passion and longing and that had you gripping onto his back as emotions stronger than you’d ever known threatened to take you over completely.

Arousal and desire flooded your senses and you rolled your hips without thinking, a low groan from Sam and a whimper from you, your only responses at the electric friction. You did it again, this time a gasp falling from your lips as his growing member slid perfectly over your clit.

“Never leave me,” Sam panted as he picked up where you left off, rutting against you. “Promise me you’ll never leave again,” he begged as he picked up the pace, his erection hitting your sensitive bundle of nerves over and over again.

“Promise me!” he demanded, his voice a panicked request, his words punctuated by a forceful thrust. A wanton moan fell from your parted lips and your fingers dug into his shoulders.

“I promise!” you cried out as your orgasm washed over you, your eyes falling shut.

Your words seemed to trigger Sam’s own release, a low and throaty groan leaving him as he shuddered over your, his hips jerking as a warm sensation pooled between where your most sensitive parts were connected.

Sam collapsed on top of you, his chest heaving as he littered your neck with kisses and soft nips. You laughed at what had just happened, the bliss of your high leaving you lightheaded and drunk on Sam. “I love you,” you said before you could catch yourself, and Sam stopped his ministrations.

That’s when it registered just what you had admitted out loud and your stomach dropped. Maybe you had completely misread the situation. Maybe everything that had happened was some exhaustion induced, emotionally charged exchange that hadn’t really meant anything to Sam. Maybe he had just needed to let off some steam, and maybe you had simply been convenient.

“What?” Sam asked, pulling back to look at you.

“N...nothing,” you stuttered. You tried pushing him away, hoping he’d leave so you could cry in peace, but he didn’t leave; didn’t even budge.

“No,” Sam said, causing you to meet his gaze. “I heard you.”

Your eyes fluttered and tears pricked the backs of your eyes. “Sam, I’m so sorry. I...I misunderstood…. I…..”

“I love you, too,” Sam blurted out before you could finish.

“What?” you asked, your turn to look confused.

“I love you, (Y/N),” Sam whispered. A tear slipped down your cheek at his admission and a tentative smile crossed your lips. “I didn’t realize it at first. But when I saw you on that factory floor….” He shut his eyes, a pained expression crossing his face.

“Sam, all of that is gone. I’m here,” you said, running your thumb over his cheekbone. “And I’m not going anywhere.”

Sam’s eyes opened, a look of quiet hopefulness in their depths. “Promise?” he asked, as if he didn’t quite believe your earlier, passion-filled one.

You smiled, leaning forward to press a soft and lingering kiss to his lips before pulling away again to look deep into his kaleidoscopic eyes. “I promise.”

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[aloera]

The ask prompt is too long to fit into an ask TT_TT but here's the doc for it docs(.)google(.)com/document/d/1yDI7iFRhOJ8ENv_IwZAo3rDSUqj80EiJROS10RzRbj4/edit

the lengths u are going for this,,, much appreciated you're very sweet!!!

prompts + answers under the cut!!

INTRODUCTION

Name: aloera

AO3 account: aloera

Fandoms you write for: bnha

How many stories have you written so far: 19

FANFICTION PROFILE

What's your favorite fandom to write for? hmm,,, used to do pjo and eah (ever after high) and eah was fun as fuck i will say!!! i think bnha is my fav mostly bc i made the most friends in this fandom :D

What's your favorite character/person to write for? bkg and kirishima!! cannot choose do not make me <3

Fic you'd want to improve? probably what we deserve? i rushed the beginning and the confession is a bit stilted imo

Hardest fic you've written? between lion and men -_- bc there is so much canon compliant stuff i've gotta write out before i get to the divergence and its HARD

Easiest fic you've written? come home to me!!! it happened so easily,,, no second guessing no writers block just vibes <33 was lovely i miss it

What would you say is the most "famous" fic you've ever written? also probably come home to me? its got the most interaction

first line of the first fic you've ever written and published. [not including my 2014 ffnet fics] "The bell rings, class starts, and Katsuki and Midoriya are inexplicably absent." from come home to me

Have you ever done a collab with another writer? yes!!!!! on two separate occasions and its so fucking fun i highly recommend trying it out its the best

Do you beta? if asked but honestly im a shit beta lmao

Do you like joining fic fests/exchanges? depends on what i have going on irl but in general yeah!!

FANFICTION PREFERENCES

Fluff or angst? definitely fluff

"OCs" or "Reader" inserts? reader inserts!! have been going ham on them recently

Blurbs or drabbles? blurbs!!

One thing you love about fanfiction i just. i really love slice of life romance?? and most media doesn't give you that bc its dedicated to plot and action and that's valid!! but fanfiction fills in the gap which is really nice

One thing you don't like about fanfiction most of the stuff i don't like is less about actual fanfiction and more about how people behave about it

What is/are your favorite fandom author/authors? IVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS ONE!!! TURN IT UP!!!

bnha: hiuythn, rae_tnub, Moniix, Ata_Lanta, wrunic, chezka, PurplePersnickety, surveycorpsejean, mahadevi, arxaris, deviance, Oceanbreeze7, MikeWritesThings, bonnia, wonhaebunny, dinosuns

voltron: hiuythn, Oceanbreeze7, DeerstalkerDeathFrisbee, arahir, dinosuns,

and honorable mention to loveclouds im not even in the haikyuu fandom i just love their fics So Much

these are just the ones off the top of my head i have so many favourites idc if i'm only supposed 2 have one!! die mad about it!!!

What is your favorite trope? secret relationship + relationship reveal til the day i die babie <3 <3

Least favorite trope? hm,,, probably just like. angst lmao i cannot stand 90% of it

A fanfiction cliché that you can't help but love? coffeeshop aus,,,, so good

Do you have a type when it comes to pairings? the otp where its like. piece of shit + himbo = love. ex. krbk, catradora, jade/beck

Favorite setting/au? hm,,, truly i cannot pick one KGKSJNHKj but i really like college aus!! and modern aus!! and roommate aus!!

Explain the meaning of your favorite line of dialogue you've written as if someone hasn't read it in context. “He doesn’t know,” Katsuki says, softly. “My timer stopped and nothing happened. He’s not mine.”

the line is from what we deserve!! it's a soulmate au where your timer counts down to the moment that you meet your soulmate!! bakugou's timer ends at USJ when he and kirishima attack kurogiri at the same time (impulsive kings <33) but kirishima's timer doesn't end until kamino because that's when he accepts himself as bakugous soulmate!! unfortunately, when bakugous timer has reached 0, he turned to see that kirishima's was still ticking and therefore believes that kirishima isn't his soulmate.

this line just,, idk. it's really sad. bakugou is such an action-driven character? if something doesn't go his way he Makes it go his way. he's got this insanely volatile quirk and he's got impeccable control of it!! but his love for kirishima isn't something that he can change and he's not going to ruin kirishima's chance of finding his own soulmate because he loves him and wants him to be happy. i really wanted to focus on how resigned he is? and how unusual that is for a character like him.

Favorite trope/genre to write? again, secret relationship with relationship reveals <33 fluff in general is my wheelhouse!!!

A trope/genre you haven't written but think would be a fun challenge? idk if this counts?? have been working on some dead dove concepts!! its super different from what i normally write so its a cool challenge

The one trope/concept you'll never touch and why probably cheating/infidelity?? it just looks,,, super difficult to write well and i don't have enough of an interest in it to try it out

Which do you prefer to write: longer or shorter fics? shorter!! low attention span gang <3

Ideal length to read? 5-10k?

Ideal length to write? 4-8k!!

How long was the longest fic you've ever written? control fraek is around 28k i think?

Have you ever written an AU? yeah!! i've done restaurant au's, soulmate au's, pro hero aus, and fantasy aus (general, not the bnha fantasy ending)

What's your favorite AU trope? hm,, probably when two people in authority are in a secret relationship? ceo's/uni professors/etc etc

Have you ever written smut? yeah!! was. difficult tho

What's your comfort genre? (the one you fall on most in writing/reading) fluff,,, hurt/comfort,,, fix-it fics with happy endings <3

If you were to start writing in other fandoms, which would they be? maybe jjk?? the characters are really cool!!!! fr i might go back to my ever after high roots i love the characters and setting so Much its so fun!!! idec if no ones into it anymore!!!!!

Is there a trope you think you could be easily recognized by in your writing? i've had people say they saw the mention of buff hagakure and recognized it was me so. probably that skdjhnksjd

WRITING STYLE

How would you describe your style? i tend to use shorter sentences and pretty simple words i think? and i gravitate towards lighthearted concepts that allow for ensemble casts and humour!!

Describe your style in three words romcom but fanfic

Favorite words to use when writing? the word reverent!! fuckin love including it!!

Dialogue tags or no dialogue tags? (she said, he said, they said, etc) dialogue tags!!!

Favorite dialogue tag (other than said, if you use them) again idk if this counts but "they said softly" is unmatched

Long sentences vs short vs a mix short <33

What colors would you use to describe your writing? hm,,, depends on the fic i would say?? control fraek is dark green to me?? kinda like a forest at night yk?? scary but there's still life there. sugar cookies is yellow like early morning sunlight, when it rains is yellowy-orange like a caution sign. not gonna list all of them cause theres a lot its just. do u get it? the colours change based on the vibe of the fic.

What song or music genre would you use to describe your writing? think. i am constantly trying to emulate that moment at the end of wasteland baby when hozier goes "im in love/im in love with you."

What kind of metaphors do you rely on? religious metaphors my beloved <33 they're just so pretty!!! i also love comparing stuff to water for some reason?? like that ocean vuong quote thats like "what are you now?/water." it goes hard!!!

What's something you'd say is experimental in your writing at this time? definitely action!! i have,,, no idea how to write it so anything i do is really just me playing around and seeing what works and what doesn't

Do you prefer to write by hand or to type? i've tried both!! personally i prefer typing because it goes way faster but i will say that writing by hand lets me get words down when i'm going through writer's block

What is your preferred place to write (notebook, laptop, cellphone, etc.)? laptop!!

What app/apps do you use to write (word, notepad, etc.)? google docs skjdnkjh its fine on desktop but mobile is,,,,, disgusting

Do you keep a notebook or file/notes page in your phone/device for notes on your writing? ngl i just have everything organized in my drive?? one folder per fandom and then sub folders for ideas+hcs, unfinished wips, and finished fics. multichaps get sub sub folders so i can organize outlines and drafts

Do you listen to music to help you write? yeah!! playlists organized by fic vibe :D

Where do you usually go to write (bedroom, living room, etc.)? mostly in my bedroom??? but moving around to different stops helps too i think!!

How long does it usually take for you to write? again this depends on what i have going on irl, how attached i am to the idea, my mindset at the time, etc!! i am,, the least consistent person skjnhdkjh.

What's your favorite font to use when writing? times new roman my beloved

Other writing habits? sometimes i'll write in the dark?? bad for my eyes but for some reason it gets the words flowing

CONCEPTUALIZATION

How do you conceptualize your ideas? (See specific moments like they're a movie, writing specific lines in your head, don't know until you put the words on paper, etc.) i tend to get inspiration from movies, books, poems, or other fics!!! sometimes one line just makes me go oh,, i want to write something like that,,, and then it helps me create an idea that makes me feel the same way?? i did this with control fraek!!!! i wanted a scenario where bakugou was cold and calculating and i was like hm. to do that he’d have to be focusing on something important. and from there i was able to flesh out the rest of the idea.

Which comes first: the pairing or the plot? with krbk its always always the pairing,, i'll be sitting there like wow <33 i love them <33 what if one of them had amnesia <33 (which, yes, wip!!) otherwise it's usually the plot!! and i slot in characters that i feel make sense

Have you ever used a prompt? yeah!! used a prompt for wlw week 2020 and it was fun as hell

Do you write around the story around a specific scene you want to get to or do you start from a plot idea definitely the first!!!! i almost always write like,,, a super messy scene thats 90% dialogue, keep it in my head, and then write the entire fic around that one moment

Do you find that you include a projection of some part of yourself in the way you write a character? a lot of the time when i write love confessions or love in general i'll have one of the characters think or say that the other person makes their head quiet? and it's because that's what i feel whenever i'm in love?? a quiet mind. i project on characters yeah but i think most of the projection actually goes to the way that i write love

Do you research some of the things you write deeply, partially and kind of wing the rest, or play entirely by ear (in this case, go with whatever base knowledge of the subject you have)? most of the time if i do research it'll be about the setting (ex. the izakaya in to have and to hold) or if i'm having the characters interact with an object that they like. need to know how to use (me, in control fraek: google. hey google. does someone die if they get shot in the foot??? no???? awesome thank u <3)

Have you ever had an idea for a story and forgot about it? lmaoo yeah all the time i'll find like 500-2k words of concepts in my gdocs like i do. not remember this at all

Is there a trope you think you could be easily recognized by in your writing? probably krbk secret relationship lmao

Are there concepts you've tried that turned out better than expected? yeah!! i fully thought the action in control fraek would be awful but it turned out not bad??? which im happy with

Are there concepts you've tried that turned out worse than you expected? again, what we deserve, i personally think it would have worked out better if i'd paced it slower and drawn out the pining but i. do not feel like going back to fix it so its staying the way that it is. pining is so fucking hard to do AHHHH i get so tired with it!!! im like just date already!!!!

PROCESS

How do you come up with titles? in rare occasions (literally. all my multichaps for some reason) the title comes after writing like .5 words of the first chapter im like YES this is it!!!!! sometimes i write the whole thing and pick out one line that fits (what i did with come home to me) a lot of the time i just. steal from songs or poems that i like

What's your favorite emotion to cause on your readers? i like making people happy!!!! love when people comment saying they're cheered up

What's your favorite emotion to write? lovelovelovelovelovelove

Have you ever cried or felt any emotion while reading something you've written? never cried?? but sometimes i'll rereading my hurt/comfort fics 4. yk. comfort

Do you write in order or whatever comes to you? in order!! unless i have a scene that i Need to write and i'll quickly jot it down so that i don't forget

Usual way you procrastinate while writing? ...doing asks like this, making playlists, discord, watching netflix. what don't i do smh

Do you outline or free write? i am. so shit at outlines. i mostly free write and write lil notes for stuff that i wanna add later

Do you set word goals or scene goals (scenes you want to include)? yes!! like i said i'll write loose notes for scenes that i want to add later!! it gives me something to write towards :D

What do you consider when writing your scenes? what goes into making the atmosphere and mood you want? to set a scene i do two things? the first is like,, the five senses bc that always sets the scene really well and makes it feel Real. i'll visualize stuff in my head like its a movie and write out what i would want to tell the set designer?? if the lights are low, if the space is busy, if it's supposed to exude comfort or not.

for putting forward the character's mood one thing i've found that makes a difference is sentence length!! long sentences are good for making a character seem flustered and nervous or not really in control of their emotions? good for love confessions. short sentences are good for when the character is focused on something or short on time. good for fights!!

What's something you never considered to include in your writing that you can't leave out now? def buff hagakure,,,, once i thought of it i was like. if i don't include this at least once in every single fic how could i look at myself in the mirror!!!!!! how could i face anyone!!!!

How do you start a story? establishing a fact about the character or describing the setting! option a is one single thread of gold, option b is between lion and men

How do you end a story? either by tying it back to the beginning or doing like a funny kind of closing??? option a is sugar cookies, option b is a godless society

How do you get out of writer's block? change something!! move something!! i go from typing to handwriting, moving from my bedroom to my living room, switching wips to work on something else!! i do sprints as well?? give myself like fifteen minutes to write something and sometimes 200 words opens up the way for another 2k. sometimes i'll just delete like 500 words and start fresh

Do you edit? or do you toss your writing out there? i edit!!! i'll go over it myself then send it to one or two betas (bee my beloved <33)

How do you edit? do you use spellcheck, grammar checkers, etc? bee is my grammar checker bc he is So Good with grammar. i use grammarly as well for spellcheck stuff mostly?? sometimes my edit process is just like "am i tired of looking at this!! yes <3" and then i post it

PROGRESS

Do you usually like what you write? yeah!!! i post stuff that makes me happy and that i'm fine with rereading!!! i write stuff for self-indulgence reasons first and foremost and i think my writing reflects that sjhnksj

Have you ever written something you didn't like but posted anyways? nope!! even what we deserve i LIKED even if i see a lot of room 4 improvement!! if i don't like smth it's not getting posted

Do you find yourself rereading your writing often? yeah!! the reason i wrote so much krbk secret relationship is because i loved it but i'd read all that there was so i just,, wrote more,, ngl its kinda nice being in a place where i actually like my writing bc i can write stuff that i want to see and really enjoy it!!

Can you tell us anything about your current WIP? sure!! i'm currently working on when it rains which is a fic where bakugou gets hit by a crying quirk!! i'm gonna be using it to explore So Much of all might's character and his relationships with bakugou and aizawa (and i think some people from his past!!)

Can you give us a sneak peek on your current WIP? “You did something. What the hell did you do?” Kirishima sounds pissed off. It would amuse Katsuki if he wasn’t fighting just to stay standing.

“Nothing he didn’t ask for,” Shinsou replies.

“K’ri… shima,” Katsuki croaks out. “‘S fine. Not him.”

His chest collapses back into the familiar dry heaving after that but Kirishima shuts up. He doesn’t apologize to Shinsou.

Kirishima’s a good friend, stubborn and loyal. He stands by Katsuki’s side like an attack dog, blocking him from the view of anyone ogling at his tears.

The last line you've written Ochako knows more than she'd realized. She knows enough to keep her guard up.

It’s not enough.

Open a wip. what’s the first line?

Katsuki wakes up feeling like absolute fucking shit.

INSIGHT

What's your favorite thing about writing? touched on this before but it's mainly just being able to write the things that i want to see and actually enjoy them!!! actually reread them!!!! i thought "wouldn't it be cool if bkg and kirishima owned a restaurant together" and then i wrote it and i like it enough to reread it!!!! being able to create content for myself makes me. so happy

How do you keep yourself inspired? this is gonna sound narcissistic maybe but honestly i'm just really excited about my ideas and where i'm gonna take them and the idea of "i'm gonna get to That scene" keeps me going through the entire thing. also my friends!!!! i'll talk to them about fics and their reactions keep me hyped up enough to finish!!!!

What is your favorite thing to write? just,, slice of life romance,,, stuff thats silly and makes people laugh!!

What do you think your strengths are in writing? i'm good with dialogue!! i do lil voice acting sessions with myself to make sure everything sounds natural and like it's coming from that character skhjnskj

i'm comfortable with my portrayal of love as well??? i spend a lot of time thinking about what it is exactly that i'm trying to get across and i think it turns out well!!

What are things you wish you could practice more? on one hand i wanna get better at writing angst on the other hand i dislike writing angst. do you see my issue

One way you've improved your writing since you began? characterization!! i think i've gotten better at writing characters that are all Different and bring different things to the table!!! i used to project a lot more and it would compromise the characterization because the character was like 70% me and 30% them? not to say that projection is bad but if you do it too much it just,, doesn't read like the character and from a reader's standpoint the narrative can become less compelling

One aspect of writing you're still working on? writing action!!! i. literally hate writing it but i write for a fandom about superheroes so. Unfortunately i gotta learn.

A piece of writing advice you've learned while writing saw this on another tumblr post but they said sometimes if you're struggling with a scene, the problem is five lines back. i've found that to be true!!!! sometimes u gotta delete a chunk and start a little ways back!! i did this with too busy being yours because i was stuck for Weeks and i deleted like 25% of what i had but it helped me actually finish it :D

A bit of writing advice you can't stand when people shit on show don't tell for being overrated lmao bc when u read their writing you can Tell

Something you wish you knew when you first started writing? ,,,,honestly i kind of wish i could know some of the stuff that i used to when i first started writing?? technically i'm better now but creatively i was must better when i wasn't stressing about whether anyone would like what i was writing. so i guess i wish i knew that i should keep that confidence? i kinda wish that i wasn't as insecure about other people's writing styles because i never used to be!!

Something you've learned in life that you apply in writing there's no point in feeling inferior?? writing one genre isn't better than the other. being in one fandom isn't better than being in another. the kind of language you use or the length of your paragraphs- none of that stuff like. matters. what matters is that you're having fun and happy with what you're creating!!!! enjoy other peoples writing but don't let it make you feel worse about yours :D

[thegreenfairy13]

No Country For Heroes - Part 2

Last week @justsimplymeagain gave me the prompt ‘beg’ and I wrote a one-shot. I am sorry to announce that I decided to turn this one-shot into a full story. You can find the previous chapter here on Ao3.

I raised the rating to an M for the subject matter and following chapters. 

Summary: when Gotham is cut off from the mainland, the GCPD decides to turn Jim in in exchange for the Penguins protection.

It’s fitting, in a way. They dragged him in half-dead, they are keeping him half-alive now. 

Jim isn’t sure how long he has been there. He only knows his entire body is burning up while his teeth won’t start clattering. The blanket they gave him is not big enough to cover him entirely. Not that it would do anything anyway to keep him warm, sweat-sodden as it is. 

Now and then, a doctor comes. At least Jim believes he’s a doctor. He can’t even tell if it’s night or day when he arrives, for the room he’s being kept in has no windows. It’s a small cell - only big enough for a single bed, a toilet, and a sink. 

The medic arrives and tends to Jim’s wound. By this point, the detective barely whimpers when he carves out the puss with a sharp scoop. He tells Jim he’s sorry and that they ran out of antibiotics. Jim takes a good look at his face, notes the eerie smile, and doesn’t believe him for a single second. He looks somehow familiar but before he can figure out who it might be, he passes out.

Small blessings. 

When he wakes up, Jim thinks he can hear Harvey’s voice and Cobblepot. “Now you’ve seen him,” the Penguin snarls, clearly exasperated. “It’s not due to my men’s doings he’s in this dire condition,” he adds. “I’ll keep my promise, I’ll keep him alive,” Cobblepot finishes solemnly and Jim shudders. It sounds like a threat. 

He makes it to the toilet the next time he regains consciousness and even manages to drink some water from the tap before collapsing again. 

When waking up again, he’s hooked to an IV, and his head is spinning.

Oswald is watching him from the door, a wide, toothy grin plastered all over his face. 

“Itsy bitsy, toothy teeth,” Jim thinks in his half-delirious state. He starts laughing. ‘Toothy teeth’, that sounds ridiculous, doesn’t it? They are sharp like daggers, though, and oh so pearly-white. Jim remembers when they used to be yellow, and full of stains. Oswald hadn’t had the money for a dentist back then. Now, they look like rows and rows of knives carved from ivory. 

Jim waits for him to unhinge his jaw and swallow him whole.  

He blinks, sits up, and shakes his head in an attempt to sober up enough to deal with the gangster. 

“What do you want from me?” he snaps, more harshly than is probably wise. But then given his current state, he’s as threatening as a kitten hissing at a snake. 

As expected, Oswald’s smile merely widens in response, mocking him. “What I want?” he drawls, studying the detective intently. 

Pushing himself from the wall, he limps closer. The bed dips under his weight, and just like that, he’s sitting next to Jim, so close he can feel the other man’s warmth. The detective tries to move away, to get some space between the two of them, but Oswald is having none of it. 

He catches Jim’s bruised hand in his gloved one, inspects the blue and black marks blossoming on his knuckles. Pressing down in a silent warning, he halts the former cop in his tracks. 

To an innocent bystander, they’d look serene, like two old friends united in worry for each other’s fate.  

Jim gasps softly when Oswald increases the pressure. The motion could be comforting.

“What I want,” he repeats pensively. “There are a lot of answers to this question, detective,” he ponders. “So I’m sorry,” he says, directing his gaze at the man next to him, “this might take some time.”

“Then go on,” Jim urges through gritted teeth and Oswald smirks.

“So much bravado,” the mobster acknowledges. “Even now.” Leaning in closely, he whispers, “I can see the fear in your eyes.” 

Jim wants to jerk away from his grasp but Oswald’s fingers clench around him like a vice.

“Do you think someone will save you?” he asks haughtily. “Do you think someone will bust through that door, knock me out, and carry you to safety?” He yanks the detective closer, until he’s all but breathing into his face. “I’ll tell you a secret, Jim. All these good people, those honest Gothamites you kept safe for months didn’t hesitate to sacrifice you. That freedom, that justice you offered them, meant nothing to them. Even Harvey couldn’t deny the temptation of exchanging you for a chance to have his old life, his old comfort back.”

Jim’s eyes widen in shock before he finally pulls his hand free. 

“Liar!” he growls. 

The Penguin tilts his head and sighs, pity written all over his features. “He couldn’t wait to take the bribes off my hands once they appointed him Captain, don’t you remember? I promised him to keep you alive, and that I did.” He nods, obviously pleased with himself. 

Getting up from the bed, Oswald starts pacing the room. “I have been this city’s mayor before,” he mutters. “I did good, kept the crime-rates low and the streets safe. I built hospitals and renewed the streets, staffed schools. The moment Ed shot me it was all forgotten,” he reminisces bitterly. 

“They couldn’t wait to toss me back into the gutter, to depict me as a monster. Do you think it would be different with you?” he scoffs, turning to Jim. “I had been their hero and their villain and so have you,” he challenges. 

“They will carry you on their shoulders and praise your name as long as you benefit them, James. And when I demanded you, they decided that indeed, you have always been the villain to keep them from getting reconnected with the mainland.” 

Shaking his head fondly, he walks back to the bed. “This city makes or breaks you,” he whispers, placing his hands on Jim’s shoulders.

“So, pray tell, why do you want me?” the cop urges. 

Oswald opens his mouth and closes it again, seemingly staring at a point in the distance. 

“I want revenge, Jim,” he admits softly. “I need retaliation for Arkham, for every time you betrayed me, rejected my friendship…” His voice breaks off and Jim feels a cold shiver running down his spine. 

Tilting his head, he inspects the former detective. “I never wanted your death,” he confesses. “Not even when I put the bounty on your head. I dreaded the possibility of someone dragging your cold, lifeless body into my house.”

Unshed tears glisten in the mobster’s eyes. Reaching out, he touches Jim’s face hesitantly, starts following the lines of his features with long, cold digits. The cop lets him, frozen in fear by the implications of the Penguin’s request.

“You were the rare exception in this city. The good, good man. Sure, you’d make your hands dirty, turn to me when there was no one else to turn to, but once you had gotten what you wanted, you’d betray me to my face.”

Swallowing heavily, Jim tries regaining his voice. He’s still feverish, weak, can feel the cold sweat dripping down his forehead. “And you allowed it,” he rasps out. “Every time. And you always knew right from the start that it would end that way.”

The Penguin smiles, sadly, longingly. “I had always so much hope,” he whispers. “So much hope you’d realize how much I used to love you.” 

When leaning forward, Jim thinks he’ll kiss him again. The cop’s mouth drops open. He knew, of course, he knew. What kind of detective would he be if he didn’t realize what had been obvious for so long? It would probably be a good moment to remind Oswald of that fact, of him being a detective - or of all the times he looked the other way when the Penguin committed another crime. 

His mouth runs dry though when the other man starts running his hands down his torso. “I had a stepmother, briefly,” he shares. “I had also stepsiblings,” he carries on. “They poisoned my father. So I cut them into little pieces and fed them to their mother.” 

The smile contorting his features when sharing this tidbit of information will haunt Jim Gordon forever. 

“That was after Arkham,” he declares. “They made me good there, Jim,” he adds, directing his gaze back at the detective. “They took apart my entire being, my personality, my very core, and pieced it back together according to their vision.”

Jim wants to protest how they obviously didn’t achieve anything there but keeps his mouth shut for once. This time, he’s smart enough not to taunt the mobster even more.

“Grace, my stepmother, in a way she helped me becoming myself again,” he muses. “When they released me, I felt sane - but never just quite.” His lower lip quivers and Jim wonders if he should offer some comfort. Finally making a decision, he places a slightly trembling hand above the one still laying on his torso. 

Gratefully, Oswald squeezes his fingers lightly. 

“There was always something off with me though, when they released me. Did you ever dring rotten milk from a box? It tastes normal at first, but then you smack your lips, and it’s there, this slightly sour, rotten taste. You need a moment to catch on, because your body wants to taste this regular milk so badly. At some point, you have to swallow, though. And there’s the clump, and you can’t continue pretending.” 

With a sigh, he lays down next to Jim. “My father was a good man, like my mother. They could have never harmed anyone. So, so good...just like you.” 

Burying his head in Jim’s neck, he inhales deeply. The cop stiffens, before awkwardly patting his back, unsure how to answer all that. 

“Grace, she accused me of being a rapist.” The criminal shudders in silent disgust. “I protested, of course. Yet she looked at me that way, as if I only hadn’t committed this particular crime yet.” 

Oswald’s voice is full of desperation when he speaks again. “Who would be as pathetic as to take love by force. But looking at you,” his voice breaks off when reaching again for Jim, hunger written all over his face. “I want you so much.” 

The cop swallows. Whatever he says now, whatever he does, is crucial. Somehow he knows that even a false movement could end him for good. 

Suddenly, Oswald jumps from the bed as if something had bitten him. Straightening out his suit, he narrows his eyes at Jim. “I could make you want me to,” he blurts out. “I learned everything I need at Arkham, I watched Victor doing his magic,” he shares. Working himself up into an excited frenzy, he starts pacing the room and Jim has had enough of it. 

“You want to what?” he snorts, appalled. “Brainwash me into loving you?” The words come out too harshly, and Jim realizes his mistake instantly, but nevertheless too late. 

Oswald halts in his tracks, eyes wild and as feverish as Jim feels. “Yes! Yes!” he exclaims. “Exactly that.”

Jim Gordon had been afraid of the Penguin before. When he had only been an overeager little umbrella-boy, a creep who used to lurk in the dark, stalking him and his then-fiancée, he had been repulsed, disgusted even with him, yet now, he learns what true terror means. 

With a shudder, he pulls the blanket around his shoulders, presses his entire body against the bed-frame. He feels like a child, hiding in his bed from the monsters, too terrified to get up and turn the lights on. Except, this monster is standing before him in broad light, entirely unwilling to go away.

But there’s not only fear. Even if he rarely admits it, Jim knows somewhere deep inside of him that he helped to shape this particular monster that came to haunt him today. This beast had been molded from grief and betrayal. The cop recognizes a broken heart when he sees one, and a part of him wants to reach out, give in, and grant him his wish. 

And there’s another part, one Jim keeps hidden even from himself. It would probably be wise to speak about it right now, but just like his gangster, he is a fool, full of hope. 

[archangelgabriellives]

Into Forever

For @idabbleincrazys #allieturns30 challenge! Happy Birthday!! <3<3

words: 2040

Pure hurt/comfort here. a little talk of a bad hunt, previous physical and mental wounds, and civilian deaths. the angst! I’m sorry it went this way!

Prompt is in bold

And i’d like to say thank you for this because this fic really helped me knock loose a bad case of writers block. it’s been two months since ive written anything! uugghghhh!

~~

“Allie?”

Gabriel called her name as he lightly knocking at the bedroom door. There was no answer, the same as every time before.

“Can you please open the door? Talk to me? Anything!”

“She’s been locked in there for a few days.” Sam came up behind Gabriel, a tint of worry in his voice. “We came back from an easy hunt and she just, I dunno, hid herself away.”

“Did she even say why?” Gabriel asked as Sam continued down the hall towards his own room. The only response Gabriel received was a shrug of the shoulders and a sympathetic look before the hunter disappeared behind the door, the click of the lock echoing through the bunker’s hallway.

Gabriel sighed. His hand came up to knock again, but he stopped short, letting his body slump forward to rest his forehead against the cold wood.

“Come on, babe,” he whispered, before he turned around and reluctantly walked back out to the library.

~~

Gabriel found Dean and Castiel there, sitting close and looking over an ancient book together. There was a quip sitting on the tip of his tongue about the lack of space between them, but his worry over Allie killed it before it could escape his mouth. He just pulled out a chair and sat without a word, his head in his hands.

Dean and Castiel exchanged a look of perplexed concern at the uncharacteristic quiet of the archangel.

“What’s with you?” Dean asked bluntly.

“Shut up, Dean,” came the muffled reply behind Gabriel's hands.

“Gabriel….”

Gabriel groaned, rubbing his hands over his face as he sat up. “Sorry, Cassie. I just...she still won’t open the door.”

Castiel nodded in understanding, shifting closer to his brother. “I’m sure she is ok, Gabriel. She must need alone time for some reason.”

“Thanks, Cas.” Castiel gave a small smile and set his hand on Gabriel’s in comfort. “But what the hell happened on that hunt?”

“Ghost,” Dean said matter-of-factly on the other side of Castiel. “Bunch of teenagers hanging around in a graveyard doing stupid shit, and they just pissed it right off.”

“I thought you guys went to salt and burn it? Easy peasy, right?”

“Yeah,” Dean continued. “It wasn’t hurting anyone, just making too much noise.” Dean paused, uncomfortable with remembering what went on in that graveyard. “But these fucking kids, man…”

Gabriel and Castiel exchanged a look before they turned back to Dean.

“What happened, Dean?” Gabriel asked.

The hunter sighed, looked away, Gabriel could see the shame in his eyes.

“Dean.” And now there was a sharpness in Gabriel’s voice.

“I mean, who goes to a cemetery, at midnight, and has a fucking party! All they did was make it furious and violent, and we got there too late. Half of them were already dead. We all split up to save who we could, and Allie had three behind her as the damn ghost charged her. It was screeching, it sounded horrible.”

Dean closed his eyes, shaking his head like he was trying to remove the memories entirely from his mind. Castiel reached over and placed his hand on Dean’s arm, the simple gesture calming Dean’s trembling breaths.

“Anyway,” Dean kept going after a silent thank you to Cas, “this thing had Allie pinned. Just clawing and screaming. I was running over to help her when it just lit up.” Dean mimicked the sound of the fire that engulfed the ghost, his hands miming it. “I guess Sam got to the bones. Took care of it. I called Cas to heal Allie up, no big deal, but she seemed so out of it. I asked her what was up, what that thing said to her, but she didn't even look at me. Just walked back to the car, and when we got home…” Dean just gestured down the hall that Gabriel had come from, “off she went.”

Gabriel sat silently, a little dumbfounded. Allie took a beating from a ghost, and just checked out? That’s not right, not his strong hunter. It’s not even the first time she had gotten hurt by a spirit.

Just six months ago she had tried to throw a person possessed by a ghost out of a two story window, only to have his hands grab her jacket and pull her out with him. Gabriel had been there immediately to heal her, of course, but Allie was still feisty, cracking jokes through gritted teeth while Gabriel had a heart attack, frantically pouring his grace into her broken body.

How could a few scratches affect her like this?

He ran a hand through his hair, raking it back as he tried to understand.

“There isn't anything else you can think of? No reason why this happened?”

Dean only shrugged his shoulders, a little defeated.

“She didn't give me anything, man. I’m just as worried as you are. She doesn't answer me either.”

“Gabriel, why don't you go try again,” Cas suggested. “It has been a while since we returned. Perhaps Allison only needed a few days to regain her bearings. I would wager that you would be the one she would open up to.”

A small, knowing smile played on Castiel’s lips, and Gabriel couldn't help but smile back.

“You’re far too wise, Cas.”

“Careful now,” Dean called out as Gabriel headed back toward Allie’s room, “shit like that’ll go to his head.”

Gabriel snorted a laugh as he pretended not to see the two of them scoot closer, and rounded the corner out of the library.

~~

The door was still closed, locked tight as Gabriel approached Allie’s room. Nothing had changed. Gabriel sighed as he raised his hand and knocked.

“Sugar? You ok in there?”

He wasn't surprised when there was no answer.

“I, um, I talked with Dean and Cas. They told me what happened on the hunt.”

Not even a rustle. Gabriel leaned on the door, frustration and fear starting to tear at the edges of his grace.

“Please,” he whispered into the wood, “please. You're scaring me. Me. You always say nothing scares me. But this, you are scaring the shit out of me! I just need to know you're ok.”

“...Cas healed me.”

Gabriel thought he could cry at the sound of Allie’s tiny voice through the door.

“Oh, sugar,” he breathed out, “thank father. I know. I know Cas healed you, but I’m not talking about your body. Tell me what’s rattling ‘round in that beautiful noggin of yours.”

There was a moment of silence, and Gabriel held his breath while he waited for a response. A click of the old lock, and slowly, so slowly, the door swung open.

Allie stood there, looking gaunt and so hollow that Gabriel was barely able to hold in his gasp. She didn't even look up at him as she left the door open for Gabriel and walked over to the bed and sat down, pulling her legs up.

Gabriel stepped into the room. He closed the door, not looking away from her as he locked and soundproofed it with his grace. His eyes were focused, not leaving her form. Walking towards the bed, he held out his hand and pulled with his grace, the rolling desk chair dutifully making its way over to him. He left some room between them as he sat down, but not so far that he couldn't reach out and touch her.

“How you doing, babe?” he asked quietly.

“Peachy.”

“That seems like the exact opposite of what you are.”

“Cas healed me.”

“So you said.”

Silence hung over them. Gabriel wanted nothing more than to reach out, to grab Allie and wrap her in his arms. To let her cry or scream or talk late into the night, whatever she needed to feel like her old vibrant self.

He thought maybe he could reach out to her with his grace, wrap her in his wings, but-

“That ghost,” Allie spoke, interrupting Gabriel’s thoughts, “it was in my head, screaming things. Things about me.” She looked up, finally meeting Gabriel’s gaze. “Us.”

A tear rolled down her cheek, and before Gabriel could even think, he was wiping it away, warming her skin with his palm.

“It didn't know anything. Nothing the ghost said was true, could ever change the way I feel about you.”

“But it did, Gabriel!” The panic was ratcheting up in her voice. “It did! It must have been in my mind or something!” Allie uncurled, launching herself off the bed and kneeling on the floor between Gabriel’s legs. “It showed me things! My family’s murder, the reason I got into hunting! People that have died because of me! Those things were true. It all was. Even…”

Allie cut herself off, not wanting to breathe a word of it.

Gabriel leaned in, both hands cradling her face, catching the tears that were falling.

“What?” Gabriel asked. “What else did it tell you?”

He pulled Allie close, and with a shuddering breath she wrapped her arms around Gabriel’s middle, clutching tightly as she quietly cried.

“Please.” Gabriel hugged her back, placing a gentle kiss in Allie’s hair. “Please tell me what’s wrong.”

The sounds of her crying broke Gabriel’s heart, but he let her weep for a moment.

“It...it was screaming at me. Horrible things,” she whimpered as she looked up at Gabriel. “Told me I’d be dead. The next hunt would be the last one. Gabriel,” she cried as she held tighter to his shirt, “I don't want to leave you!”

Gabriel was left speechless, and pulled her closer in horror at what Allie was dealing with on her own. “Oh, sugar.  That’s not gonna happen. I will always be here to protect you.’

Allie only shook her head. Her energy seemed to fade, and she laid her head down on Gabriel’s thigh. He gently pet her hair, tucking some behind her ears.

“Eventually I'll grow old. All you'll have to remember me is a tombstone.”

Gabriel’s fingers stalled in Allie’s hair and a pang of hopelessness ran through him. He could heal, he could ease the pain of any injury, but she was right. And there was no answer he could give to make this better.

“Honey, I need you to look at me right now.”

When she lifted her head, Gabriel gave her a small, sad smile. He leaned forward and gave her a quick kiss, sending a little grace with it to clean up the redness in her eyes and placate the tiny aches from crying.

“In this life, the hunters life, every birthday is a blessing. And it’s my job to make sure you see as many of them as possible. Nothing, in this world or the next, could take you away from me. I won't let anything bad happen to you.”

He sighed, and a frown played on his lips.

“But, it’s true that I can't keep you alive forever.”

All the color seemed to drain from Allie’s face, and Gabriel was quick to grab her hands and pull her up to their feet.

“Come on, sit on the bed.”

He wrapped an arm around her shoulders, sharing an embrace as they sank into the mattress together.

“I need you to listen, and believe me when I say that you will never, never, be just a tombstone to me. I will follow you until the end of time, to anywhere you end up. Humans are not meant to live forever, but your souls never truly die.” Gabriel placed a kiss on Allie’s knuckles, caressing the skin after. “And I will fight a bitch to get you from wherever those winged dicks decide to send you. I'll show you the whole of creation, from the largest galaxies to the tiniest atoms. The past, the future, it’s all at our fingertips. As long as you're with me, I’m whole, sweetheart.”

Allie’s eyes swam with tears again, moved by the reassurance that Gabriel would never abandon her, that he would always be here. Forever and into the next life.

“Oh, Gabriel,” she sobbed, “me too. I won’t…”

“Hush now,” Gabriel shushed as he leaned over, their lips hovering so close. “I know.”

The gap between them closed, and the kiss they shared was full of promises and devotion.

~~

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AY2019/2020 Y1S2 Module Reviews

AY2019/2020 year 1 semester 2 review

Wew this semester was more of a honeymoon period for me still since I cant advance past CS1010S - this is only the first CS mod i have to take big oof. First half of the sem was spent mostly on (re)doing CS1010S AFAST and the rest went to catching up on other modules that are of relatively lower intensities compared to modules i imagine i will have to take next semester? The most challenging mods this sem goes to CS1010S, EC1301 and also.. ST2334? About half of the semester was done at home though due to the COVID-19 pandemic and so the never-ending heap of online lectures to review (for which i am always behind on unfortunately). I have no need to S/U any module this sem fortunately but that also means I might have effectively wasted my last COVID S/Us. I’m also the kind that is happy enough just to pass.

Modules taken this semester:

CS1010S (AFAST)

GEH1031

GES1041

EC1301

ST2334

MKT1705X

CS1010S Programming Methodology (Python) – AFAST

School of Computing

Prof: Ben Leong

Exam Dates: 16 Jan (Midterm Mock - not graded) / 24 Feb (Practical Exam) / 28 Feb (Finals)

Weightage:

Coursemology – 25%

Participation – 5%

Midterm test – NA

Practical exam – 20%

Final assessment – 50%

Since i took the alternative finals i have updated the final weightage for this module (last sems CS1010S had different weightages).

As we already know, this module (or any CS modules in general) easily has the highest workload compared to other modules, except this time without needing to complete missions every week? Also since its a re-module, there were no lectures/tutorials/recitations for this module and the prof spent lesser time than the first module with us. There is just one consultation slot per week that lasts about 1.5-2h, where the TAs/ prof Ben goes through exam questions over the past years and where students get to voice any doubts they might have. Hence, a lot of self-discipline is required on our part to grind past year papers consistently and drill our brains. Not sure if i’ve mentioned this before, but it’s nice of them to provide comprehensive worked solutions for about 50 exam papers (or maybe more) the profs claimed it was the only module in NUS to be doing this. Prof mentioned he was a bit disappointed in our batch as many werent putting in considerable effort right from the start aka ponning consultation slots arranged over the holidays (in December) - which is a lot of effort coming from the professor to arrange this just for our batch (first batch of CS1010S AFAST). Just name me any prof who does this for their students, coming back over the holidays to teach unpaid. Those who were not at level 50 in Coursemology had more time now to finish the missions/side-quests needed to achieve level 50 and get the full points for Coursemology (as we were expected to in Sem 1). Things were a bit rusty after the holidays at the start but it became better with practice. Was a bit disappointed at not being able to get question 2 right during the written paper (finals) it was a bit of an IQ-ish problem solving question. Anyways winged the 4m what-did-you-learn essay question (as usual) at the end as a saving grace and passed albeit by a very bit. I improved by 2 marks ?? compared to the last semester for finals, not the nicest thing to see after so much effort being put in but still. I think I’m just better at writing essays than coding....

Results for the PE

Mean is 14. Median is also 14. Standard Deviation is 7.6. Highest grades was 30/30 Question 1 turned out to be harder than we had intended, but Q2 was quite easy and most of Q3 was doable by most, as you can see in the results. Passing mark for PE is roughly 10/30. 

Mean is 51/10, median is 53/100 and standard deviation is 14.4. Highest was 81/100. Generally, the performance was much worse than we had expected. Pass grade for Finals is roughly 40/100.

Basically, if got 10/30 for PE and 40/100 for Finals and you have done your Coursemology assignments you can expect a C grade. If not, then prepare to SU. CS1010S is not graded on a curve. We set question to test that you have mastered certain concepts and your final grade is a reflection of what you seem to have mastered as reflected by your exam performance.

This whole module was done by recess week so we have more time to focus on other mods. Honestly will be happy enough just to pass. Now, how do i survive CS23030 and CS2040 rip.

GEH1031 Understanding the Universe

Faculty of Science (Physics)

Prof: Cindy Ng

Weightage:

Term Test 1 (3 Mar) – 25%

Term Test 2 (16 Apr) – 25%

Video presentation 5 Apr – 25%

Video critiques 17 Apr – 10%

Astrophotograph 17 Apr – 10%

Quizzes – 10%

Ng is relatively a slower-paced lecturer, which is good for someone like me who cant keep up with faster-paced profs. 2x on her elearning lecture videos makes the best pace imo. Her lecture slides are concise and simple, and will suffice in revision. While she does explain more in depth especially for concepts that are harder to grasp (not many) during the lecture i love that she keeps her lecture slides straight forward to the point. Everything was in point form, short and sweet much appreciated. Also if you pay attention to her lectures, you will do well for the quizzes at the end of each chapter for sure. Though i think you get the marks for quizzes as long as you did them before each deadline like participation marks kinda (?) rather than being graded on whether you answered them correctly. I didn’t do too well for term test 2 unfortunately and I also only just found out you can display the statistics of where you place among the cohort in LUMINUS and needless to say I didn’t place too well. It’s a relatively manageable module though there’s still a lot of content. Term test 1 consisted of MCQs and about 3 2m questions which she call “essay questions” which can be misleading for some (like me!). The MCQs are very tricky and most come in the format of these options: is A/ is not A/ is B/ is not B and you have to pick the right combination (2) out of these 4 options to score 1 point, which of course means less chances of getting them correct compared to the usual 25% in a typical MCQ. Term test 2 was held on LUMINUS at home, and this time since its an e-exam there was only 10mins to do about 25 MCQ, leaving only 0.4 minutes = 24s for 1 MCQ, which proved to be really stressful for many as voiced out by other cohort mates in the forum section (so very valid). The e-exam also had an essay component, 2m per question with 4 questions under 10 minutes. The implementation of this time constraint was to prevent cheating but the duration given was (I feel) unreasonable. As for the video presentation, we had to come up with a 7 min (at most) video most of which lasts 5/6mins on a news article in 2020 regarding astronomy. We had to form groups of 3 at the start of the semester, and were told to look for members on the forums if we did not have enough members. It is not necessary to show your face so you can be creative! For my group, we had a Germany graduate exchange student to work with us which was really cool.  Our group’s theme was NASA’s discovery of exoplanets with the use of TESS which was wrapped up in March, before the deadline in April. Really thankful for him to prompt us each week for progress and have it done and over with instead of rushing it last minute when things get busy during reading week. (I think the guy was really done with us im so sorry Philipp if you are reading this.) Also since term test 2 was done by mid-April we had more time allocated for other modules to prepare for finals (swee). Video critiques were supposedly 50 words long if i remembered correctly but i didnt find out until i hit the submit button and :_D i left 1/2-liners for each. One of the criteria of this video critique was showing that you have watched the videos of other groups well but i dont rmb my critiques proving that ive watched the videos carefully though i really did. I think our group did the best in our cluster though! (based on the critiques). For the astrophotograph, we could take part in the astronomy sessions held on a Friday of every month to use the telescopes but there wasn’t any this semester sadly due to the pandemic.

GES1041 Everyday Ethics in Singapore

Faculty of Arts and Sciences (Philosophy)

Prof: Chin Chuan Fei

Weightage:

4 Journal Entries – 20%

4 Reading Quizzes – 20%

Group Report – 10%

Group Presentation – 20%

Finals – 40%

Chin’s lectures are pretty enjoyable, his voice/tone really suits lectures. He is a very approachable person too and willing to share a lot of experiences relevant to the topic at hand. He includes snippets of related videos in his slides many of which are insightful that made me share with my friends too. There is a total of 4 main themes in the module which are namely inequality, meritocracy, multiculturalism and migration and he also introduced the use of an ethical toolbox to helps us reach a more definitive thought process especially for an abstract topic like philosophy. I didn’t realise this was a philo mod when bidding for it so I was really surprised when i went for the first lecture (like bro it clearly says ETHICS what was i thinking). I also thought it would be something similar to Social Studies but was proven wrong. There are compulsory readings to do each week, about 20 pages long usually per reading and they are all chapters from books written by other Singaporean philosophers regarding the themes gone through which helped to widen my perspectives and broadened my horizons, those were some really good selection of readings. I have learned more things than I previously knew about the foreign domestic workers, migrant workers, racism in Singapore among the many topics we have dealt with.

This module is for those who are : 

Comfortable with reading a lot every week (i put a lot here because i dont usually read)

Comfortable with writing essays (journal entry) 500 words each

Proficient in English (some of the expressions used can be quite complex and may take you a much longer time to process and understand especially with the reading quizzes that tests your comprehension of the readings - really just comprehension in true GP fashion)

Have a lot of experience in this field, those under social work would have many and will be able to share relevant experiences in the journal entry

Interested about the aforementioned themes

Reading quizzes are like comprehension style questions: do your readings and the questions tests you on what you have read so you just have to look for evidence of each option, the questions will refer you to the specific page/reading that will guide you (nice of them to do so). Journal entries and reading quizzes occur on an alternative week basis so reading quizzes followed by journal then reading quiz again and so forth. Nearing the end, you will be grouped according to who you sit close with and you will work together with your group members to work on a project that will have 2 overlapping themes about any policies/ observations of Singapore. It is advisable for the scope to not be too broad. e.g. we chose to talk about offering Muslim food in school canteens vs non-Muslim food (fewer food options for Muslims) and this encompasses both the multiculturalism and inequality themes. The group report will be due before the presentation and it helps identify some main points you will then talk about later during the presentation. Because of the COVID-19 pandemic, the group presentation this semester was done on Microsoft Powerpoint through voice-over slides. God bless, and there goes the need to memorise scripts especially with the finals season so near. The professor was really accommodating and gave us more time to prepare the voice-over slides when he announced that it will be held on powerpoint too. Finals was 20 MCQs in 1 hour on LUMINUS, the questions were similar to the reading quizzes (5 MCQs per quiz).

EC1301 Principles of Economics

Faculty of Arts and Sciences (Economics)

Prof: Ong Ee Cheng

Tutor: Devika

Weightage:

Pre/post-lecture Quizzes

Class Participation

Midterms 7 Mar

Finals 29 Apr

Can’t find the actual breakdown of scores sorry!

Bell-curve is really really steep for this one since its purely MCQ. Divided into micro and macroeconomics so first half of the sem was micro then the other half was macro. Finals was about 70% macro and 30% micro since micro was already tested for midterms. Every week, there’s a pre-lecture quiz to be done before the lecture and a post-lecture quiz due before the next lecture to reinforce your learning. There’s also supplementary readings that were given but i gave up on it by the third week. The way it is taught is a bit different from what I was used to in JC the things they focus on is also a bit different. There’s more calculations than JC whereas JC economics was more conceptual? I took only H1 economics so a lot of concepts were fresh for me like monopolism, comparative/absolute advantages, income elasticity etc. Both midterms and finals was held on Examplify with a lockdown on everything including wifi. The lecturer also provides additional practice questions in the form of quizzes nearing the exams instead of exam papers. To be honest, I felt this module was hard?? Not sure if anyone else felt the same way, it was a struggle.. I thought it was a fluff mod and boy was i very wrong about this. Also important thing to note is though this mod has MCQ-only exam, the MCQs are not 4 options but 6 options long with many tricky options and of course time constraint. Finals was 70/80 questions long in 1h iirc. Midterms was 40 questions. After the 3rd (?) tutorial, there was no more physical tutorials held just zoom tutorial sessions which only 3 ppl in my slot regularly attended. Towards the finals, a lot more zoom sessions were opened up and we could attend other TA’s zoom sessions this was a godsend thank you. My tutor wasn’t really clear in her explanations or maybe it is just me her accent came off a bit strong. I emailed her some questions but even now I have not receive any answers from her, she told me next week, and the next week became next next week and so on. I guess she must have had a lot on her plate. I didn’t think she was a good tutor. I flunked my midterms (5% percentile) so I was a bit dejected.

ST2334 Probability and Statistics

Faculty of Science (Statistics and Applied Probability)

Prof: Chan Yiu Man

Tutor: Li Shang

Weightage:

1. Quiz 1,2,3 (CA1) – 30% (?)

2. Finals – 60% (?)

Prof was really funny and friendly. Although his tutorials left me confused (my friends would care to disagree), his lectures were still pretty good. He always emphasised knowing what we are doing rather than doing the math blindly. The tutor was fast in his replies whenever I asked him questions by email. This module is an extension of statistics in JC, probability and many more probability distribution (F, chi-square, t test, z test) with terms we have never encountered before too (unless you took BT1101 but this mod focuses more on deriving the values than having a program-R calculate it for you). Ever since the outbreak, the lectures were converted to e-lecture slide style but each lesson would take 4 lectures (4h), instead of the 2 lecture per week so we had to spend more time watching the videos than usual. It is easy to be behind on videos when there is only e-lecture videos so much discipline is required to stay on task.

Finals was proctored with zoom and held on Luminus in the form of a quiz. We were expected to scan and submit a pdf with our workings after the exam. I did not have time to finish about 8 questions (a lot of marks gone) there were a total of 30 questions, spent too much time in front on the easier questions. I did study for the later questions but had no chance to utilize what I have revised (sad). I am really dead for this module i hope i dont fail this.

Update. God bless, thought i was really doomed for because i lost so many marks from not being able to finish 8/30 questions that have the most marks rewarded. Guess i really took time to make less mistakes on the previous questions.

MKT1705X Principles of Marketing

Business School (Marketing)

Prof: Regina Yeo

Tutor: Ms Canley

Weightage:

Individual Assignment – 15%

Group Assignment – 25% due in tutorials 4/5

Subject Pool – 10% *

Class Participation – 10% *

Final Exam 30 Apr – 40% *

* not too sure, checked from other reviewers

Individual assignment questions (total of 5) for tutorials 1-3 are given at the start for which the tutor will go through in the allocated weeks. We get to choose the question we want to do and if that week, the question will be discussed that week will be the deadline for our IAs. The other questions in the IA do not have to be submitted but will be discussed in class. There’s class participation for this module so people were more eager than I was used to, to answer questions in class. I had no opportunity to though in this module (halfway into the semester it became elearning), the tutor had too many hands to pick. The tutor was very accommodating and knew our difficulties and was willing to work out compromise. However, her classes were centered mainly on her experiences (which can be a bit boring) it could have been better if she went through the content. Understand that it is a fluff module that requires many examples, but would be good to relate them back to the content we are expected to master. Tutorials are held every alternate week and we are expected to do the individual questions even if we do not need to submit so that we have something at least to share in class. Subject pool was giveaway marks basically do 6 research surveys and u will get the full marks for that. Final exam comprises of 3 essay questions (40m, 30m, 30m) that you have to submit in 1.5h (i thought it was 2h during the paper rip mad rush for the end), no references/research needed but there’s a plagiarism checker by TurnItIn on luminus basically testing the application of concepts to examples.

I got a B+ for group assignment, and A- for individual assignment. I think i can only do essay styled questions, is this a sign to do arts.....

Oh the presentation was changed to a one-shot video recording (no stitching of individual videos together) instead of an actual presentation in front of your tutorial mates. I think a lot of other groups also read off their scripts but ours was really obvious. The tutor grades (structures her own bell-curve) based on those who attempted the same question to be more fair rather than comparing among all the different questions so in a way, the difficulty of the questions won’t affect your grade.

Epilogue. this is probably the last and only time i could do this well.... even if it does not fit the conventional definition of doing well......

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HI :) I have possible prompt Jo get's hurt during the fire (13x24) and Alex is worried sick about her. Between I really love your fan fictions. They are really well written.

“Ow!  Geez Warren, whotaught you how to stitch?”

Ben took a step back and tilted his head to the side infrustration, “Look, do you want a scar or not?”

Jo looked up with a twinkle in her eyes, “Scars are badass.”

Alex had to chuckle to himself upon hearing their exchange.He glanced up from the teenager he was examining to see the interaction for himself.He had heard them come close to him for Ben to sew up the ‘scratch’ on Jo’sarm, but he wasn’t prepared for the sight in front of him. Jo’s scrubs werecovered with soot and her ‘scratch’ was half the length of her forearm. Heturned to the boy’s mother, “I think it’s possibly his gall bladder. I’veordered some tests to look into it further and I’ll be back when the resultscome in.” He passed his tablet off to the nurse who was monitoring his patientsand walked determinedly to Jo’s gurney, picking up Ben’s tablet that wassitting on the bedside table, “Do you need some help?”

He noticed out of the corner of his eye that Jo was tryingto sit up slightly, “What? Why…Ben’s got this.”

Alex ignored her, his thumbs working quickly to get to hervitals. He tried to keep the fear out of his voice, which came out somewhatgruff instead, “What happened?”

“The hospital exploded,” she answered sarcastically. When hesimply stared at her waiting on her to elaborate, she rolled her eyes inexasperation, “I was helping look for this kid that had disappeared who turnedout to be with Steph, but in the process I found this other patient and triedto get him out.”

“And you succeeded,” Ben interjected, “I don’t know how youdid it. He’s probably double your size and you carried him down three flights.”

Alex raised his eyebrows as Jo shook her head, “He wasn’tthat heavy. Besides, you took out critical patient after critical patient.” Sheturned to Alex, “And I heard you carried isolettes down the stairs. I took oneguy and ran into a supply cart like the klutz that I am. You guys did a muchbetter job. Ow! Damn, Ben!”

Alex looked down to continue reading through the chart, “Youcheck for smoke inhalation yet?”

Jo attempted to grab the tablet from him, “Hello? That’sprivate. You’re breaking a dozen HIPAA policies.”

Alex looked up at her challengingly, “You take me off asyour emergency contact?”

Her eyes widened in surprise, “You know I can revoke that atany time, right?”

He smirked at her defiant tone and raised an eyebrow tochallenge her, “You gonna?” She looked even more surprised, which wasincredibly endearing to him. He turned to place the tablet back on the tableand reached for a otoscope, “Open up.”

She tilted her head to the side with a small smile on herface, “Alex, I’m fine. Go take care of sick kids. Ben’s gonna finish torturingme and then I’ll probably crash somewhere. I’m fine. You can stop worrying.”

He looked down at her fingers that were grazing his legsoftly. He knew she had picked up on his anxiety and was trying to calm him,but he wasn’t having it. “Jo, your O2 stats aren’t great and you’re hoarse. Notto mention your clothes are covered in soot.”

“But…”

Alex shook his head, “I don’t care. Open up.”

Ben snapped off his gloves, “Well I’m done here, you kidshave fun. I’m gonna check on Edwards, but I’ll be back.”

Alex watched as Jo deflated slightly, her voice coming outsoft and anxious, “Let me know, okay?”

Alex saw Ben nod solemnly out of the corner of his eye andheard the other man walk down the ER as Jo’s eyes followed him. Once he was outof sight, she sighed and looked back up at him almost as if she had forgottenabout his presence, her anxiety for her friend consuming her. He gave asheepish smile, “You ready to say ‘ah’? I’m sure I could find you a sucker foryour troubles….”

She gave a very slight smile before looking at the otoscopein his hands, “I swear I’m fine. Don’t worry about me.”

“Humor me,” he asked softly. Jo held his gaze for a momentas he watched her resistance melt away. She rolled her eyes one last time and leanedback, holding her mouth open. Alex grinned at her behavior and leaned forward,determined to do the best exam of his life. What he saw made bile rise in histhroat. He straightened up slowly, trying to keep a poker face on, “So youfeeling okay?

He put up the otoscope and took the stethoscope from aroundhis neck to listen to her chest, feeling only slightly awkward about pressingthe device into her chest. She knew him too well though, her eyes conveyingconcern, “What did you see?”

“Lean up,” he instructed, not wanting to alarm her just yet.She immediately obeyed this time, picking up on his seriousness. He closed hiseyes to completely focus her lungs, “Deep breaths.”

There was a slight catch as she took in air, causing him tofrown further. He pushed slightly on her shoulder to indicate she could leanback, but avoided her eyes as he moved to the other side of the bed, “Alex?”

The fear in her voice tore at his heart, “Your throat hassome worrisome spots. Looks like you inhaled a decent amount of smoke, but yourlungs sound good for what you’ve been through.” He dug in the drawer before findingthe non rebreather mask he wanted and started working to set up the oxygen linebefore realizing she hadn’t responded. He looked down, seeing her staring offinto space, her eyes seeming vacant. He slowly sat down on the edge of her bed,not wanting to startle her, “Hey, don’t worry.”

She scoffed before looking up at him, “Seriously?”

Alex tilted his head to the side as he stared at her amoment, “They already drew blood right?” She nodded slightly as she turned tostare at her shoes again, he wet his lips as he watched her, wanting nothingmore than to hug her tightly, “Well then we’ll know soon enough what we’redealing with, okay?” He sighed when she didn’t respond and stood to crank upthe oxygen, pulling the tubing around her other side. He could tell she waswatching him some out of the corner of her eye, but sat stone-faced withoutacknowledging him. If she had not been biting her left lip, he wouldn’t havethought anything was wrong, but that was a nervous habit he knew all too well.She was terrified. He slowly sank down to sit on the edge of the bed once more tobe on eye level with her, “Jo?” She slowly turned towards his soft voice, hereyes full of fear. The look almost made him ill as he swallowed the lump in histhroat. He could only stare for a moment, maintaining eye contact and focusingon the golden streaks in her eyes, the potential seriousness of her injurystarting to upset him as well. “I’m not going to let anything happen to you.”

She nodded slightly and pulled her lip in further, “I knowyou won’t. You never do.”

He wanted to argue with that statement, not feeling worthyof it, but he appreciated it all the same. Before he could stop himself hereached for her hand, squeezing it comfortingly, “Do you want me to call Ms.Schmidt?”

Jo closed her eyes and shook her head, “I don’t want toworry her.” She then looked down at their joined hands, running her thumb alongthe tips of his fingers, “Just put the damn mask on, I’ll be okay.”

Alex watched her sadly for a moment before standing onceagain to place the mask on her face. He then carefully worked to adjust themask to fit securely, but still be as comfortable as possible. He still sensedthe anxiety radiating off of her and it hurt him. He briefly considered callingsomeone to sit with her, but couldn’t decide who to get with Stephanie in roughshape and Leah MIA. Alex leaned back, while brushing her hair off her forehead,not wanting to lose physical contact with her, “That feel okay?” She noddedquickly as she looked up at him, her eyes wide, still full of worry. Alex foughtthe urge to hold her, feeling so incredibly helpless. He grabbed the tablet tomake some notes and to busy himself in an attempt to take his mind offeverything. He was so focused on his work, he at first didn’t notice herpulling on his pant leg in an effort to get his attention. Alex tossed thetablet onto the bed and quickly took the mask off, his voice rushed in worry, “Whathurts?”

Jo shook her head, “I’m fine. I just wanted to say, don’tfeel obligated to stay here, you should be treating others.”

“Look…”

Her eyes sparkled in amusement, “Alex, there’s literally ahole in the side of the hospital. Go. People need you.”

He knew she didn’t mean to infer that she didn’t need him,but he couldn’t help but feel that is what she meant. He looked around the ERand knew she was right; there were so many patients to tend to. He looked backat her apologetically, “You’ll have them page me if anything…”

She once again ran her fingertips along his thigh andnodded, “Promise.”

Alex carefully put the mask back on and assessed her vitalsonce more, punching in orders before handing the tablet off to the nurse whohad come in with IV fluids. “I’ll be back to check on you.” He could make outher smile under the mask as his own lips curled up slightly. This time he wasn’table to stop himself, and bent down, placing a kiss on her forehead thatlingered a little too long, “Try to stay out of trouble until I get back, okay?”