[saskiskies]

Masterlist

I thought I'd try starting something that may one day be a masterlist so here's a link to my WIP on AO3. Please check the tags before reading.

Endless Summer

Series: Across the Stars - (Jake McKenzie/F!mc)

A group of college students won a free holiday to a tropical island… except they weren't chosen randomly.

Insert a bunch of weird timeline stuff, mix in some all round crazy no one saw coming and the resulting decision is one no-one should ever have to make.

Part 1: Dealing with Demons (1/1 single chapter prologue piece that can be read standalone.)

The girl who made that decision was Jayden McKenzie, but this story isn't about her - not yet. This story starts with the guy she left behind.

He's not doing so good.

Part 2: Memories (13/13 chapters. Complete)

It's been almost five years since Jake lost his wife to the crazy crap that went down on La Huerta. He's finally starting to pick up the pieces of his shattered life when he stumbles across an all too familiar face, homeless, and with no memories.

There's no way it's her... Right?

How about from the other side.

How would it feel to wake up one day and not know where you were, or even your full name? What if there was no one you could call because you had no phone and well… there was no-one?

This is a typical day for Jayden. Except maybe its not so typical afterall. After struggling to survive on the streets she's about ready to give up hope, until a stranger who feels more familiar than he should offers the helping hand she so desperately needs.

Part 3: La Huerta (WIP 21/30 chapters)

Jay and Jake have (finally) overcome some of the hurdles of her missing memories, but what happens when a certain island refuses to stay a part of their past?

Will she get her memories back? Or is something more sinister at play?

Of all the bars (Jake McKenzie) (1/1) (565 words)

A short snippet of what will eventually bevome a fic in its own right.

Jake McKenzie is on the run and trying to keep a low profile when a certain blonde waltzes into the very bar he's drinking in. Trouble - with a capital T.

Lost & Found - (Jake McKenzie/F!mc)

(A stand-alone fic that got stuck in my head while writing Memories and wouldn't go away until I wrote it. If you're only going to pick one thing of mine to read maybe don't make it this one)

What if Jay found herself alone on a busy city street instead of on the holiday of a lifetime. She's been - she just doesn't know that. No, all she can remember is setting off on a plane and hastily formed (and possibly inaccurate) impressions of the other people on it. She certainly has no idea how or why she's here.

Thankfully her memories leading up to the flight are clear, so she remembers Diego; and her phone seems intact. A quick call reaches her equally confused best friend while he's with the rest of the group as they prepare to fly out for the anniversary of her death.

It looks like they won't have to drag Jake to La Huerta afterall. This years reunion should be great right? Except it's really not. How's Jake supposed to react when it's not just that she doesn't just remember their relationship - but seems to actively dislike him?

1/1 chapters. Complete

I updated 'Across the Stars' with a summary I created for a fanfiction book club community on here. I never expected anyone to read my stories that wasn't already part of the ES fandom but love that some of you gave it a go 💜

[midnightskywrites]

Imagining a scene is free. Writing it costs my entire lifespan

[saskiskies]

I didn't quite meet my optimistic hope to get another chapter out on Friday, but 4 days late is forgivable - right? *hides* 😂

💭Jay pushes to regain a memory, but will the results be all she was hoping for? 💭

Memories, chapter 21 of my Endless Summer fic La Huerta

Im steadily getting closer to the end with this one. Still on track for a final chapter count of 30.

[marmolady]

Going into heavy territory with this present chapter. I feel as though 'The Hotel at the End of the World' will be a long slog to write, what with all the dark places it's going to throw up. The trick is going to be finding the balance, keeping it from going too bleak... but literally everyone and everything outside their little La Huerta bubble is dead and burning and gone, and I don't know how you can exist in that without some people reaching dire levels of hopelessness.

[saskiskies]

Yep, that balance is hard to find :s Good luck with it 🫂

[saskiskies]

I was asked how long I could sit on my next chapter once it was finished - and I guess I have my answer 🤣

'Symbols' Chapter 20 of my Endless Summer continuation fic La Huerta just posted, making a grand total of two chapters this week. I'm hoping to aim for next Friday for the next one but will have to see how well life decides to play with that.

(Images belong to Choices, not me)

[saskiskies]

Going from a fluffy chapter to a decidedly more angsty one... Close to finishing but when to post it... Decisions decisions 😈😈😈

[saskiskies]

Due to the length of my fic I have permission from the WIP Big Bang 'finish your sh*t' mods to start posting again in July rather than August.

So here is Chapter 19 of La Huerta, Part 3 of Across the Stars where we have another sunny bonding day for our pair and the group

☀️🏝️☀️🏝️☀️🏝️☀️🏝️☀️🏝️☀️🏝️☀️🏝️☀️🏝️☀️🏝️☀️🏝️☀️

[endlessly-searching-for-you]

Consider this your official warning. A new ES WIP is in the drafting phase, and 'Hurt No Comfort' is once again not a suggestion. I do not know what's wrong with me and I am so sorry in advance to my two beloved babies and anyone who ships them. You are not safe here.

AKA: a fic in which Taylor picked the Vaanu ending, and Jake never forgot his promise to find her again.

[saskiskies]

You're going to make me cry, aren't you 😭❤️

[aromanticduck]

You have to read all the books in your bedroom before you can leave. How long will you be trapped?

There's no books in there, I can leave immediately

Less than a day

1-3 days

4-6 days

1-3 weeks

4-7 weeks

2-3 months

4-6 months

7-11 months

1-2 years

3 years or more

Results

Voting ended onJun 27

You can't die from hunger or thirst or lack of medication etc.

It doesn't matter which books you've already read. You have to read them all, starting from now.

Physical books only - if you have an e-reader in there you don't have to read your entire digital library.

[aromanticduck]

Some people have wondered whether you have other forms of entertainment in this scenario.

You have all the items that are currently in your room, BUT you have no internet connection.

You are also aware that you can only leave once you've read all the books.

Your life is paused so no one will miss you and you won't get in trouble for missing work/school, and you can't communicate with anyone from the outside world.

[endlessly-searching-for-you]

This week, we die again. A lot.

All the Times You Died - Chapter 3: Trial and Error

You stand there a moment longer than you should, in the soft light of the waking day, imagining for a moment you really are someone allowed to be here. Before you go, you chance one look at the hotel windows. Somewhere up there there’s the other you, sleeping in a room with rose petals on the floor and a champagne bottle sitting in a bucket full of melted ice, alive and about to wake up with pounding head and dry lips, alive because a scream that came up through a few hours of borrowed instinct was enough to scare the monster away, and that other you doesn’t remember it took a corpse to learn it.

[saskiskies]

So much ouch. Loved it as always ❤️

[saskiskies]

Okay... WIP Wednesday.

I can't add anything for my current WIP as I signed up for the WIP Big Bang event I kept seeing advertised on here so I thought I'd torment a certain person who tagged me by posting a snippet from a fic I have banned myself from working on until my current one is completed.

@endlessly-searching-for-you

Jake stared absently at the multicoloured bottles across the back of the bar as he nursed his whisky, swirling the amber liquid (in his left hand), as he perched on a thread bare barstool. Another dingy nameless bar in yet another dead end town. Though maybe not nameless enough. The back of his neck had that… itch… again. the one that had kept him alive too many times for him to ignore it now

Something was coming…

He took another calculated sip as he weighed up his options. He'd heard murmurings about a couple of jobs back in Costa Rica. It might be worth heading that way, or maybe the Bahamas. There should be enough tourists to blend in amongst the crowds, and get some seasonal bar work for a bit. He was about to signal the barman when the door opened and the itch intensified.

He closed his eyes as sunlight sliced through the carefully nurtured gloom of the bar, listening rather than staring at the sunlight slicing through the carefully nurtured gloom of the bar.

The door closed with an audible thunk as it settled back into the frame, daylights unwelcome intrusion banished back once more beyond the walls. Now he glanced over, His eyes adjusting quickly, unlike those who’d had the misfortune or miscalculation of staring at the open door.

The girl who stepped nervously inside stuck out like the proverbial sore thumb, waist length blonde hair and petite build more suited to a cheerleading squad than this dive in the back end of nowhere.

His eyes flicked to the other exits before returning to the girl. Still closed. Good or bad? Time would tell, and he was running out of that.

The girl though…

A distraction?

If so it was working, most of the _clientele_, he mocked the word, twisted in their seats displaying expressions ranging through curiosity, lust, derision and indifference; but no one reacted as though they recognised her, or like they were trying to pretend they hadn't recognised her, which would have been more telling.

He continued watching surreptitiously through his hair, carefully calm even though every muscle tensed, ready to react. Around half of the drinkers went back to whatever they'd been doing before the interruption. The rest remained curiously watchful as she took a couple of uncertain steps forwards, casting her head about as her eyes adjusted to the gloom.

She's looking for someone specific.

He couldn't see the outline of a gun but that didn't mean she wasn't carrying; as proved by the reassuring weight of his pistol tucked into his waistband at his back, obscured from view by his jacket. With any luck that's where it would stay, But if it was him or them… well there really was no contest. He had no intention of spending the rest of his life in a cell.

If Jake thought the girl looked suspicious when she entered, that increased tenfold when her eyes locked on his; even more so when she wove her way between the tables and slipped gracefully onto the stool beside him, tossing her hair artfully back over her shoulder as she motioned for the bartender.

Well shit.

He wanted to believe in coincidence, dismiss her and go back to his drink but not when every instinct was screaming at him. This girl, whatever she was doing here, was trouble. With a capital T. And maybe throw the rest of it in damn capitals while he was at it.

[endlessly-searching-for-you]

!!!

!!!

Okay now I am expecting this for Christmas, sorry not sorry 🤣

[saskiskies]

... You remember that bit about me not working on it til I finish the current one? Christmas is... Unlikely 🤣

[saskiskies]

Okay... WIP Wednesday.

I can't add anything for my current WIP as I signed up for the WIP Big Bang event I kept seeing advertised on here so I thought I'd torment a certain person who tagged me by posting a snippet from a fic I have banned myself from working on until my current one is completed.

@endlessly-searching-for-you

Jake stared absently at the multicoloured bottles across the back of the bar as he nursed his whisky, swirling the amber liquid in his left hand as he perched on the edge of a thread bare barstool. Another dingy nameless bar in yet another dead end town. Though maybe not nameless enough. The back of his neck had that… itch… again. The one that had kept him alive too many times for him to ignore it now.

Something was coming…

He took another calculated sip as he weighed up his options. He'd heard murmurings about a couple of jobs back in Costa Rica. It might be worth heading that way, or maybe the Bahamas. There should be enough tourists to blend in amongst the crowds and get some seasonal bar work for a bit.

Just as he was about to signal the barman the door opened and the itch intensified. He closed his eyes, listening rather than staring at the sunlight slicing through the carefully nurtured gloom of the bar.

The door closed with an audible thunk as it settled back into the frame, daylights unwelcome intrusion banished once more beyond the walls. Now he glanced over. His eyes adjusted quickly, unlike those who’d had the misfortune or miscalculation of staring at the open door.

The girl who stepped nervously inside stuck out like the proverbial sore thumb, waist length blonde hair and petite build more suited to a cheerleading squad than this dive in the back end of nowhere.

His eyes flicked to the other exits before returning to the girl. Still closed. Good or bad? Time would tell, and he was running out of that.

The girl though…

A distraction?

If so it was working. Most of the clientele, he mocked the word, twisted in their seats displaying expressions ranging through curiosity, lust, derision and indifference; but no one reacted as though they recognised her, or like they were trying to pretend they hadn't - which would have been more telling.

He continued watching surreptitiously through his hair, carefully calm even though every muscle tensed ready to move. Around half of the drinkers went back to whatever they'd been doing before the interruption. The rest remained curiously watchful as she took a couple of uncertain steps forwards, casting her head about as her eyes adjusted to the darkness.

She's looking for someone specific.

He couldn't see the outline of a gun but that didn't mean she wasn't carrying; as proved by the reassuring weight of his pistol tucked into his waistband at his back, obscured from view by his jacket. With any luck that's where it would stay, but if it was him or them… well there really was no contest. He had no intention of spending the rest of his life in a cell.

If Jake thought the girl looked suspicious when she entered, that increased tenfold when her eyes locked on his; moreso when she wove her way between the tables and slipped gracefully onto the stool beside him, tossing her hair artfully back over her shoulder as she motioned for the bartender.

Well shit.

He wanted to believe in coincidence, dismiss her and go back to his drink but not when every instinct was screaming at him. This girl, whatever she was doing here, was trouble. With a capital T. And maybe throw the rest of it in damn capitals while he was at it.

[endlessly-searching-for-you]

Who's ready to die again? 😈

All the Times You Died - Chapter 2: The Illusion of Choice

This is the best party you’ve been to, you’re sure of it, and it’s not even because you can’t remember ever going to another one. Someone pushes a drink into your hand and a shrimp skewer into the other, and you mingle with the other students, alternating between taking sips and bites until you inevitably mix your hands up and bite the glass instead of the shrimp, and Diego is never going to let you live it down.

[marmolady]

Do you need someone to send over a magic healing beanbag to recover from that?

(Not me, postage would be insane)

[endlessly-searching-for-you]

🫂

I'm good! (Ask me again after 8 & 12, though with that writing speed that's years from now 😂)

[marmolady]

*schedules truck load of tissues to be delivered to you and me both in several years time*

[saskiskies]

*acquires a stack of tissues.*

*Contributes some to the group collection and keeps the rest within arms reach*

❤️

[glorious-spoon]

an underrated boon of fandom is having a friend who is pedantic about the exact same stuff as you, so you can vent and/or critique in peace

[mysterious-gizem]

[choicesfandomappreciation]

With May coming to a close this week, I'd like to get feedback on how you think the Reblog Event went. But don't worry, if you haven't finished reblogging, you still have another few days (but honestly, missed the event? reblog whenever you can, I can't imagine anyone being upset to get late reblogs!)

Did your work get some more attention?

How many work(s) did you interact with? (ie: 0-5, 5-10, 10-15, 15-20, 20+, everything)

Did you enjoy the works you interacted with? Did you just read books you already read for or did you venture into other books?

Did you interact more on Tumblr or AO3 or equally?

Do you think this event was successful?

Would you like to see another event like this in the future?

What changes would you like to see if there was another event? Did you like the structure of posting all the works at once and having a month to interact? Or would you prefer less works?

Please answer any and all you are comfortable with. You can comment, reblog, send an anon ask, or DM me. Whatever works for you!

Thank you to everyone who participated ❤️

@aria-ashryver

@cadybear420

@cassiusadalhard

@choicesgodfanatic

@eadanga

@hazelestelle

@loreofyore

@marmolady

@peonyblossom

@princess-geek

@rjschoicesstuff

@saskiskies

@somerandomjewelleryonthefloor

@tessa-liam

@twinkleallnight

@whiskeyinlythikos

[saskiskies]

Thankyou @choicesfandomappreciation for organising this and everyone who submitted work and read and reblogged others.

Answers under the cut

Did your work get some more attention?

Yes it did. Much appreciated everyone who took the time to read my entries and left comments, kudos’s and/or reblogs. It meant a lot.

How many work(s) did you interact with?

16 so far

I meant to do more but May has had some real life issues that meant my participation in this event dropped off after the middle of the month (not quite sure where the rest of it went tbh)

I have the links saved and hope to get round to a few more yet - even if it ends up being after the event ends.

Did you enjoy the works you interacted with? Did you just read books you already read for or did you venture into other books?

I mainly read entries for books I’d played through, though not necessarily ones I'd usually read for; but I did try some others and hope to read more. (I might have to read canon for Immortal Desires as that seemed a popular one.)

Did you interact more on Tumblr or AO3 or equally?

Both. (Well more tumblr because there were more tumblr fics, but if the entry was on Ao3 i tried to comment and kudos there, with a reblog on tumblr for those that included both.)

Do you think this event was successful?

Yes.

It's been an enjoyable event. I read things I wouldn't have come across usually and there are definitely some people here whose work I will be reading more of :)

Would you like to see another event like this in the future?

Yes, though I might just read peoples fics rather than sign up next time as I find commenting stressful and often anxiety inducing. (Then I wouldn't feel bad if I only left a short comment.) A lot of my usual Ao3 comments just say something like ‘I really enjoyed reading this’ but I wanted to do better for this event - especially as some people left lovely comments that I'd really like to repay in kind. Unfortunately that turned into a kind of self imposed pressure that did not combine well with currently occurring life stuff.

What changes would you like to see if there was another event? Did you like the structure of posting all the works at once and having a month to interact? Or would you prefer less works?

I liked that the list was posted at the start, then people could prioritise ones they wanted to and work through it at their own pace.

Once again many thanks for organising this event. I really like the idea of supporting each other more.

[saskiskies]

To anyone who these words find their way to. I hope you're having a good day, that your words flow well, and you manage to get done everything you wanted/needed to do today 💜

🖊️📖🎨🎵