#merri writes

[binchickenisland]

happy birthday to me, truly feeling the big 3-0 today, so appropriately this is my present to myself

[merrilark]

I keep a text file specifically for dropping snippets of scenes, quotes, plotbunnies, etc. in hopes that at some point I'll make a fanfic out of it. Sometimes it's helpful. Other times it's awful because I'll open it, see something and think "oh, that isn't half bad", and then have no idea where I was going with it LOL

A little Red Riding snippet. I think I had wanted this to dissolve into a sort of surreal fairy tale/character examination but idr anymore. :')

Gosh. This one is even less likely to be continued, but ohhh, sometimes I really miss writing the Tenth Doctor.

Hummmmmmmms. So many ideas, but never complete ones. 😔

[twosetmeridian]

— hiya, it's merri's fictober 2023! 💜

taking on the challenge this year after failing 2020's; what could go wrong? 😂 anyway, i'm hoping and praying things go better this time around, and i actually stick to the daily grind 'till the very end. ling ling bless me now!! 🙏

masterlist:

lifelong (that's how we roll) — Dream + "It's not too late, let's go."

itsy-bitsy — Spiders + “Don’t worry, I got you.”

give all this and heaven too — Path + “Okay, show me.”

[binchickenisland]

fic drop // like cold water swimming

"Good to be in and around the boys, and all that. I’ve heard this before. Says it makes people hungry, more up for it when their turn comes, you know the drill… But not everyone’s like that. This sorta thing can really play on a guy’s mind. I know it absolutely ran me into the ground. And I don’t want that to happen to you too." OR: The further Sam flies, the harder he falls, and despite everything it always comes back to Nathan.

cricket australia rpf // M // 45k ; 8 chapters ; complete

[binchickenisland]

fic drop // bet you wreck my summer

Not many people are special enough to walk into your life, push you to achieve everything you ever wanted, and take it away from you all at once.

cricket australia rpf // T // 47k ; 10 chapters ; complete

[merrilark]

Very Belated Whumptober 2022 Prompt Fill ⛓

Prompt: "This wasn't supposed to happen." Fandom: Bad Samaritan (but can be read fandom blind!) Rating: Teen Word count: 731 TW: Mild violence, restraints, captivity, no shipping but intimate whumper if you squint, hurt no comfort Ao3: Reunion (if you like it, please consider leaving a kudos and/or a comment! they're always appreciated!)

“Oh, look at you… This wasn’t supposed to happen.”

The cool rag against his skin made Sean flinch, dragging him to half-consciousness. His cheek stung and his vision swam. When he swallowed, he swallowed around a throat thick and gummy with blood.

Sean tried to lift his head, tried to remember what had happened prior to waking, but found he didn’t have the strength nor concentration. His eyes rolled uncomfortably. The backs of his lids were gritty as if from eons of sleep. His lashes were crusted shut.

“Where…?”

“Shhh, shhhh… Quiet, now.” The rag brushed under his jaw and up to his battered lips. “You, Sean, have no idea how lucky you are. I wouldn’t have found you at all if it weren’t for the snow. All that blood… It was the only thing that led me to you.”

Snow. Snow, yes, that was right.

It was early January, just after his little brother’s Christmas break from school. He’d gone home over the holidays to see his family and had been on his way back to St. Louis. It had snowed the night before, the roads had been slick, and… Oh, fuck.

A spike of pain lanced through his skull. His lolling head was caught by a warm, gentle palm.

“Easy, easy… I know it hurts.”

Sean groaned. He remembered the bright flash of headlights as he had turned the curve—a car coming in too hard and fast. He couldn’t grip his steering wheel in time. Couldn’t swerve before—

The scream of tires against the asphalt rang in his ears. He thought he could remember his head coming up, smashing against something. The ceiling of his car? The windshield? 

Fuck. Fuck. He couldn’t think straight. Everything was white with hurt.

Careful, his saviour cleaned the blood from his tacky eyelids until finally, blinking against the glare of sudden light, Sean could see.

A wide slash of teeth grinned down at him.

“If only you had been good…” Long, cold fingers gripped into Sean’s jaw and forced his chin higher. Cale tutted. “None of this would have happened.”

“You—!” Sean’s heart lodged itself in his throat. Panic gripped his limbs and he jerked, reeling backward—

But there was nowhere to go. Thick leather straps kept his wrists bound to the chair, and a third strap as broad as his forearm spanned across his chest. Sean thrashed. The metal legs rattled fruitlessly against the floor.

“No,” he gasped. “Nononono…! This isn’t real, you’re not real. I’m–I’m having a n—”

Cale struck him across the face.

Sean’s head whipped back.

“I can assure you, I’m very real, and you are in very big trouble.” Cale jammed his hand through Sean’s curls, knotted his hand into a fist, and held his head firm. “Do you want to know why? Hm? Because you had to play hero. You had to stick your snotty, filthy little nose into my business… You had to disrupt my routine!”

Spittle flew from his mouth. Then, gradually, the fist in Sean’s hair gentled but didn’t leave.

“You don’t deserve it,” he said, “but I’m going to be merciful this time, Sean. This,” a slight tug against dark roots, a whisper of a threat, “is a mercy. You weren’t supposed to get involved, but you did. You weren’t supposed to be an issue, but you were. I would go ahead and kill you now, but I had some time to think while with your Federal buddies, and I realised that instead of being angry with you, I should thank you. You made things interesting. You were a challenge! Not many people are capable of that. You should be proud. I am."

Cale leant in. His breath was hot against Sean's face and over-sweet with the smell of mint gum.

"So, you wanted to play in my sandbox, Sean?" he asked. "Be my guest. But if we’re going to play, you have to play by my rules. Understand?”

Sean gawped stupidly. A runner of spit and blood dribbled down his chin.

“I said,” Cale snarled, “do you UNDERSTAND?”

The next hard yank made Sean yelp.

“Yes!” he cried. “Yes, I…” A hiccup, a shudder. Residual pain clawed up and down his scalp. “Yes, I understand.”

“Good. Good boy.” Cale’s fingers uncurled from Sean’s hair and slid to cup his cheek. “Now. Let’s get you cleaned up. You look like trash.”

This was a prompt fill for Whumptober last year that I never posted. I kept messing with it because I'm a terrible self-critic, but this year I've decided to try to be less picky about my writing and force myself to post more often, even if it's short one shots. After all, it's doing no good sitting around in my drafts! I may as well share it so that other people might read and enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it. I love writing whump so this mayyyy end up being part of a larger fic. We'll see! I don't post works as often as I write them, but if you would like to be notified via taglist when I post fic on Tumblr, feel free to let me know. Requests are also open! c:

[twosetmeridian]

It bewilders me at times, what two men with violins and a dream can inspire within this concert-hall ribcage. See: I've learned to hear hope nipping at the heels of a passion that has yet to wane, find courage amidst news articles of a crowdfunding campaign, pluck admiration from the blotted inkwell of each solfège note passed from two hearts to four hands. See: my own soul is bespelled. In bewilderment, yes — but grateful in every way. Each day, I've learned to wake up to a different sun, a new day begun where the music plays and the world continues on.

— LOVE LETTER FOR A SUSTAINED SYMPHONY, m.

[twosetmeridian]

happy wip wednesday to all my writer friends and folktales out there!