[fayedartmouth]

Master Fic Snippet Post

Since I've been writing snippets not crossposted over to AO3, I'm going to try making a little master list here. Mostly for my own sanity, but also in case there happens to be someone out there who wants to reread anything. I have no idea what I'm doing, so bear with me.

Currently everything is for OBX and JJ-centric.

H/C Drabble Fills (although all of these are not drabbles, lol)

"Come on. Breathe, breathe, don't you dare--"

“You’re burning up.”

"I'm okay. You don't need to worry about me."

“I know you’re hurt.”

“How long were you planning on hiding this?”

“Tell me where you are. I'll come get you.”

"Easy, easy. You're okay, I've got you."

"I won't hurt you."

“Please stop.”

 "Eyes on me! C'mon keep those eyes on me."

"I can't find a pulse!"

lovely character. i need him to finally break down sobbing clutching his chest like it'll stop the pain crumpling to the floor begging God to either help him or let him die

"Snap out of it! It's not real!"

"I need you."

"I'll have you know I have not reached my peak dumbass yet."

"You're going to get yourself killed."

"It's not that bad."

"You're not weak. You're wrecked. There's a difference"

Other Fic Snippets

Car Accident Master Post -- complete

Groff Kidnaps JJ Master Post

Other Prompts

How do you sleep at night? - fix it, Jiara, future fic

Go to sleep - part two - part three -- preseries whump (complete!)

Shut Up -- preseries and S4 fix-it

Sick JJ -- post S4 AU, Jiara

Paralyzed JJ -- Jiara AU (happy ending implied)

"That's not something that I know." - Future fic (S4 AU/fix-it)

Deny, Deny, Deny -- inspired by lyrics from Noah Kahan, upon request (S4 AU/fix-it but BLEAK)

JJ with MECFS -- written for @tpwk1321

[sunsetbuddie]

when you say something awkward and stupid in a social situation that probably no one will remember except you for the rest of time

[brawlite]

honestly sometimes there's no better feeling than rereading a fic you've written and coming out of it going, "yeah that actually this DOES slap. exactly what i wanted to read. fucking nailed it."

[the-forest-library]

kill the imposter syndrome in your head because not only is there someone out there doing it worse than you, they’re also using chat gpt to do it

[yyyyddmmsupremacy-deactivated20]

one person's "ugghh this trope is so overdone" is another person's "oooooohohohohohohohoho"

[fayedartmouth]

For @tpwk1321. I know how life can be, and I wish you had more respites than you do. You are so awesome, and your energy is so positive, and getting to know you has been such a pleasure and has helped make my fandom life better, even when I'm struggling (and I know I have been struggling!). This fic is just a small token of my affection and my wish that I could do more for you!

Edited for context: JJ suffers from ME/CFS in this fic, and I am no expert, but I know it's a difficult hand to be dealt.

They all had their own ways of helping JJ when he was having a flare up.

John B was tried and true, and he always knew when one was about to hit even before JJ saw it coming.  He never made a big deal out of it, just huffed a little and said, "Maybe we should slow it down."  And when JJ didn't listen, when JJ pushed it to far, he would help JJ back to bed or just carry him, strong and safe while JJ's body got the better of him once more.

Cleo was new to it, but she was practical about it.  She thought about the things the others didn't, coming up with plans and ideas that made life possible.  And when it got bad -- and it got bad a lot -- she helped JJ sit on the back porch and lit the blunt for him, holding it to his trembling lips until he got some semblance of relief.

Pope, as expected, was academic about it.  He always had a new idea -- a new blog post, a new research study.  Super foods that could make a difference.  Exercises that have been shown to provide relief.  Sleep techniques, routine modifications, equipment upgrades.  "Anything that makes your life a little better is worth trying," he reasoned.

Sarah was maternal about it, as only Sarah could be.  The years had softened her, melting her ice princess facade, and motherhood seemed to have made her complete.  She took care of the baby; she took care of JJ.  She made sure he ate and drank, and she learned how to prepare foods just the way JJ needed -- making it easier to swallow without taking away the fun of it.  When he was too tired to get up, she'd just smooth his hair back and kiss him on the head and asked if he wanted the TV on or the lights off.

The baby always squawked when she had to leave JJ, reaching and crying for her uncle.  Sarah soothed her, too, saying, "Uncle JJ will play later.  He needs nap time, just like you."

And Kiara was the best at it, because she didn't just help -- she lived it with him.  When he hurt, she hurt.  When he was happy, she was happy. She never wavered; she never hesitated.  "We'll get through it together, just like we always do."  It had meant something else once, when they were young and healthy, but it means something more now.  Something complete, something real.  They aren't chasing treasure, just <i>meaning</i> and when she curls up with him, wrapped around him to steady him, he believes, just for a second, that things will be okay.

They all had their own ways of helping him, after all.  Flare up to flare up, and all the life in between.

[atomic-shipping]

When you remember how much you love a character you hadn’t thought about in a while

[paperplateprose]

writing challenge!

open up your document and put words in it

[mellaithwen]

[ginasporter]

JJ MAYBANK ★ OBX: 1.O1 • PILOT

[victimeyez]

No you don’t understand. This is my best friend I met because we’re both really into torture

[fayedartmouth]

Off Campus Fic

Look, I haven't even seen this show?? But some people I love do, so this is for them. Apologies if it's OOC. I may watch this??? But it's not totally my vibe and I'm not ready to leave JJ with all my WIPs.

But alas, here it is.

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

The guys set out to clean the house, but it doesn't go quite as expected.

[hawt-me33]

Coming into a fandom late

[baxterdamus-deactivated20130513]

Coming into a fandom early and watching it become an angry clusterfuck

[valorious]

Being in a dormant fandom that suddenly comes alive again after a new book/movie

[leatherpatches-deactivated20150]

Don’t forget about those who come in the midst of a fandom war. 

[fauxmoux]

Accuracy at its best

[street-of-mercy]

Being in a fandom and not even knowing there’s a war going on…

[my-reylo]

all of this shit…lol

[nerdsagainstfandomracism]

When You’re Not In The Fandom But You’re Nosy AF

[not-so-secret-nerd]

When you get into a fandom only to discover it’s dead

[jupiter235]

This gets better every time I see it. 

[sageblackrose95]

@fuboos-mess

[inverted-mind-inc-sideblog-deac]

Being in a dead fandom…

[illogicalarchive]

Or being in such a tiny fandom that it feels like youre the only one

[erilias]

The accuracy hurts.

[fanfic-yes-please]

Being in a fandom that had a shit ending.

[it-is-bugs]

When you’ve been fangirling long enough, you’ve experienced all of the above.

[sweetferalbaby]

Being in a fandom meant for kids.

[teaganvamp]

This just gets better..

[hamboj2]

@mi-kleos

[thatcrazysonicchick]

When you realize that joining the fandom has ruined you

[knightofbloodcancer]

Fandom hell in general

[morathavictoria]

Yes.

[marvelanimelover]

This^^^ just… ALL OF THIS.

[stop-talking-babe-deactivated20]

Being in so many fandoms that you don’t even know what’s going on

[raise-cain-archived]

THIS IS THE SKULDUGGERY FUCKING PLEASANT FANDOM IN ONE POST!!

[crochanblackbeak]

Trying to recruit people to your fandom

[kateriverameliawolfe]

Annnnnnndddd it’s back

[ishipwhatiship247]

Being in a fandom which has so many antis

[ravenhilarious]

I’ve probably reblogged this before, but that was before these great additions.

[swanqueen-author]

Being in a fandom that actually works together

[commanderunhingedmongoose]

Why is this so true? All of it.

[pillowprincesslexa]

being in a fanbase but all your mutuals suddenly turn into Kpop blogs

[hangingfire]

I always enjoy it when a good post comes around again and has been improved by the reblogs like the years for a fine wine.

[priory-of-stars]

Being in a fandom when shit goes down and everyone has different opinions

[marianagmt]

When you are in a fandom and don’t care for others people opinion…..even if they are right…(believe me, I have met several of those)

[batbyte-alghul]

Being in a fandom you never meant to join

[tirnel-sutcliff-spears]

I love this. and it’s gotten better

[cartoonjessie]

After abandoning a fandom you’re still a little bit emotionally invested in….

[brit-is-bookish]

All of these are me. Lol

[thehikingastronomer]

Being in a fandom on Tumblr

[julietsemophase]

And it reached its epic conclusion

[isa-ghost]

I CHOKED ON FUNDIP

[van-arts]

HISTORY HAS BEEN ENGRAVED INTO THIS POST

[fayedartmouth]

any updates on the jj serial killer fic? 😄

I'm regaining some energy on this one, so keep asking!

No new updates in the sense that my goal and general progress is very much the same, but I have added words this weekend.

JJ is very, very not okay. Are there any particular parts you're interested in? I can provide new content for anything you may want!

The little voice in the back of JJ’s head, the one that screams at him that this is wrong, that he can’t do this, that he needs to run – doesn’t mean anything.  JJ nods obediently, limping his way out of the closet.  The movement feels exhausting, but James doesn’t offer any help, but he waits at the base of the stairs for JJ to make his way over.

His body feels oddly disconnected as they start up the steps, staggering one at a time, to the top.  It seems so simple.  So painfully simple.  

JJ’s just been downstairs.  That’s all.

He’s just been in the basement.

The door isn’t even <i>locked</i>.

James pushes it open, and the light almost blinds him.  He squints, wincing badly as he shakily braces himself on the railing.  James stands at the door, lips pursed.

“Are you coming?” he asks.  “Or do you need to go back inside?”

The idea of it makes his chest constrict.  “No,” he says, half gasping as he swallows.  He’s too weak to clutch his chest, and his finger curl on the railing as he forces his feet to work.  “I’m good.”

It’s such a dumb thing to say.  <i>Good</i> is so far removed from this situation that JJ can’t–

JJ won’t–

JJ <i>does</i>.

He climbs the last few steps until he’s teetering, unsteady on his feet in the kitchen.

James looks moderately pleased.  “If you go clean yourself up, you can join me for dinner.”

He stood there, looming over JJ, but he didn’t touch him.  His expression was expectant, and JJ shuddered under its scrutiny.  Head down, he blinked his burning his, limping through the kitchen, through the dining room.

Through the living room.

His heart pounded – the door was <i>right there</i>.

But James was there, too.

And JJ knew he didn’t have the strength.

If he went back in that room–

Well, JJ couldn’t go back in that room.

In the bathroom, he closed the door, almost collapsing against the sink.  A sob shook him – a wave of shame and humiliation that he couldn’t explain.  When he looked up, his own reflection shocked him.  Luke left him bruised and battered, it was true.

But not like this.

JJ’s face was a mottled mess, and his skin was blanched and sunken.  He looked like a fraction of who he used to be, and really, how long had it been?  Since he’d been skipping school with John B?  Since he’d been out laughing with Pope and Kie?  Since he’d been on a surfboard or in the ocean at all?

Maybe none of that was real, he thought as he looked at himself.

Maybe none of that had ever been real.

This, though.  <i>This</i> was real.

JJ sat on the toilet, shaking so bad he nearly fell off.  His vision was spotty as he finally managed to flush, and his hands were trembling as he tried to wash them at the sink.  He threw some water on his face, cleaning off some of the grime and blood.  His hair was crusted over in places – the lack of washing leaving the strands limpid and foul.

He needed a shower.

As if <i>that</i> would help.  As if the things that made him dirty could be washed away with soap and water. 

He stood there, on the verge of hyperventilating, before the inevitability settled over him.

James was waiting.

He looked in the mirror, his own pale, ruined visage.

James was the only one left who would want him anyway.

[the-bar-sinister]

That fic you wrote?

The one about the ship no one else cares about, or the deeply unpopular character, or the extremely unusual AU?

The fic that got no comments or kudos when you posted it?

Months or years from now, that fic might be exactly what someone is looking for in the sea of fics about all the popular characters, ships, and AUs.

Your fic might be the only fic out there that has what someone is looking for. The only fic that scratches the itch that it turns out you and that reader share.

And that's awesome.

[narcisseledecadent]

[firedragon1321]

Discarding old shit from like 10 years ago and

I may have changed a lot but the whump is eternal.

[hmione]

FRIENDS (1994-2004) 04.07 — The One Where Chandler Crosses The Line