2018 year-end fic meme
Total number of fics (this includes yuletide): 17 (last year: 9)
Total wordcount (includes yuletide + one finished but still unposted fic): 151,338 (last year: ~50,000)
My favorite story of mine this year: probably what I'm now considering as one story even though I wrote it originally as three, and that's my sports night saga, now entitled Everybody Wants to be Someone's Here
My best story: According to kudos on Ao3, it's my South Park fic, And it's a long way back from Seventeen
Story most underappreciated by the universe, in my opinion: Every year it’s basically my Yuletide fics lol, but other than that, it's absolutely my Sports Night fic. I adore it so much, and I feel it's some of the best writing I've ever committed, to be honest.
Most fun story: Probably my spn holiday exchange fic, Spice Up Your Life or Our Love Was Made For Movie Screens
Most sexy story: Probably my J2 porn au, which is yet to be posted.
"Holy crap, that's wrong, even for you" story: I mean, I keep writing incest, sooo...
Story with single sexiest moment: I really love the first kiss in Can't Start a Fire Without a Spark
Then Sam reaches out, this time not going for Dean’s hand but her cheek. His index finger strokes a faint line down in face, stopping right at the corner of her lips.
Dean swallows hard, shivering.
Sam smiles shakily as he leans forward and down, pressing their foreheads together in a move that’s so intimate it has Dean’s breath catching in her chest. Sam’s finger hasn’t moved -- and there’s barely any pressure to his touch -- but Dean still feels pinned down by it. Their eyes lock and hold.
“You’re so beautiful.” His breath is whisper-hot against her lips, and his eyes never leave her as he says the words. With anyone else Dean would be rolling her eyes, assuming it was a line to ensure she puts out tonight. But Sam is stroking her cheek with two fingers now; like she’s something precious, breakable.
Dean doesn’t get called beautiful. She gets called hot, sexy, gorgeous, fine. She’s always felt too hardened for a word as delicate as “beautiful.”
She trembles, tongue inching out to lick at her too dry lips. Sam’s gaze darts between her eyes and the motion. “You’re the kinda guy that asks before he kisses a girl, aren’t you?” Her voice is rough, uneven.
Sam bites his lip. He ducks his head, his soft bangs tickling against Dean’s forehead. It’s answer enough.
“You don’t have to ask me, Sam,” Dean whispers into the space between them.
If their first touch had been like electricity, then Sam closing the distance between their lips is like fireworks on the Fourth of July. Dean never bought into bullshit romantic sentiments like that before. Not even with Cassie, who was far from the first woman she’d slept with, but the only person in general who had genuinely mattered up until this point. She’d made Dean want to stay.
She’s feeling the same way now, here with Sam. Alarm bells are going off in her head, but Dean ignores them. Ignores them all and kisses Sam harder, wrapping an arm around his neck and pressing up on her toes. Dean parts her lips and Sam’s tongue slowly inches inside, causing them both to gasp quietly.
It stays at that pace way for ages, slow and deep and wet as they lick into one another’s mouths, swallowing moans under the dim light of the porch.
When they finally break away, Dean is trembling even harder, and Sam isn’t faring much better.
“Getting late,” Sam says, his voice thick and an octave lower. It’s fascinating, to know what he sounds like turned on, how he moans. Dean wants to hear it all, wants to drown in those sounds.
She also knows, clear as day, that they aren’t sleeping together tonight. That Sam means what he’s saying right now, not just as part of the first date cliche they were acting out.
She’s oddly cool with it. This pace that they’ve set seems right, necessary. And Dean is pretty sure that when they do take it further, it’s going to be like the tide rushing in.
Story with single sweetest moment: Probably the pre-reveal moment in Our Love Was Made for Movie Screens:
“There’s something I should tell you.”
“Yes?” Jensen asked, his heart abruptly in his throat.
“You’ll probably be hearing about it first thing Monday morning when it’s official, but -- your store is safe. We’re cancelling the build.”
“What?” He was stunned. It didn’t make any sense.
“I talked the board down. We’re going with the original Phase II proposal, an abandoned building in Beacon Hill. It doesn’t have the same prime location, and the money they’ll have to spend to get the building up to code and restoration efforts is comparable to the Phase I proposal costs, but it’s still feasible.” Jeff’s words sounded like one long ramble of business jargon to Jensen, his mind spinning at this turn of events.
“There’s still no guarantee that Emily’s will make it, Jensen,” Jeff said with feeling. “But, well, at least you’ll still be standing.”
“I…” A tangle of emotions twisted inside him. “That’s... all I ever -- thank you.”
Jeff regarded him quietly before nodding, expression less open than it was a minute ago. “You’re welcome.” He paused for a long moment. “You know, sometimes I wonder. If I hadn’t been Morgan Books and you hadn’t been Emily’s. And we’d just… met.”
Jensen held his breath.
“I would’ve asked for your number. Probably wouldn’t have been able to wait 24 hours before calling and asking you out.”
“Jeff,” Jensen started, heart pounding wildly. “I--”
“But then again, I put you through the ringer, didn’t I? Insulted you, tried to put you out of business. You probably can’t fully forgive all that. Not the way you can forgive... Bookman66 for standing you up.”
Jensen just looked at him, mouth working but no words coming out.
“Oh how I wish you would, though,” Jeff said, earnestly.
Most unintentionally *telling* story: two of my yuletide treats for sure. Can't Start a Fire Without a Spark is basically -- intentionally telling. Definitely And it's a long way back from Seventeen.
Fic that shifted my own perceptions of the characters: I think I learned a lot more about Casey while writing my Sports Night fics and making my mixes than I expected, and it definitely took me in some interesting places, headcanon wise.
Biggest disappointment: I really wish Can't Start a Fire Without a Spark had more love, as I adore it to pieces.
Biggest surprise: like I always say, I never know if this is supposed to mean biggest surprise in terms of a story or its reception or just biggest surprise in terms of writing this year. Biggest writing surprise was probably the Jensen/Jeff You've Got Mail AU. I never expected to go through with it. And also that I wrote Sports Night.
Hardest story to write: The still-yet-to-be-posted J2 porn au definitely dragged a lot. The last Sports Night was a bit harder than the first two.
Easiest story to write: All of the wincest fics, most which were post-eps, that I posted in Nov. and Dec. They were all ridiculously organic.
This year's theme and the story that demonstrates it most: The theme was basically music and pining. The story that demonstrates it most is probably a three way tie between Everybody Wants to be Someone's Here, Can't Start a Fire Without a Spark, and And it's a long way back from seventeen.
Some final thoughts: In last year's fic meme roundup I said this: "My writing list looks like this:
Writing goals for 2018:
Bruce inspired girldean don't know they're related wincest
J2 pornstar au
J2 speed au (maybe)
K/c reunion fic
Epic-o-sad (maybe)
5 times pick up lines (wincest)"
Well, I wrote three of the six (the ones that are striked-out above).
In terms of this year's goals: I'll be posting the pornstar au as part of the J2 big bang challenge. I don't really have any other plans, right now. I really enjoyed doing big bangs and mini exchanges this year (I think I participated in more than I ever have before) so I'll probably contribute to a few more of those again, perhaps even a reverse bang (which kind of intimidates me).
I was definitely more productive this year, which was nice. I definitely never expected to write Sports Night, which was nice as well.
In terms of fic music this year, I made 26 mixes this year. Some are fic related, some are not. Most are on my 8tracks, and a few on spotify. Two are still unposted.
8tracks
The fandom breakdown of my mixes is as follows:
SPN (wincest): 4
SPN RPF: 2 (one jensen/jeff, one j2 porn au but it is not yet posted)
She-ra (Catradora): 2
Yuri On Ice (Otayuri): 1
Riverdale: 1
Sports Night (Dan/Casey): 8
Steven Universe: 1
South Park: 1
Yuletide mix (not yet revealed or posted): 1
Misc: 5
Most popular mix posted in 2018: My So-called Life: the junior high years
I'm most proudest of my epic Dan Rydell mixtapes mix, which is what inspired my sports night writing this year, the mixes I did for my dad, and my two epic 90s mixes. I also adore my Catradora mixes, and wish they had more love.
And that's about it. Until another year!
Total wordcount (includes yuletide + one finished but still unposted fic): 151,338 (last year: ~50,000)
My favorite story of mine this year: probably what I'm now considering as one story even though I wrote it originally as three, and that's my sports night saga, now entitled Everybody Wants to be Someone's Here
My best story: According to kudos on Ao3, it's my South Park fic, And it's a long way back from Seventeen
Story most underappreciated by the universe, in my opinion: Every year it’s basically my Yuletide fics lol, but other than that, it's absolutely my Sports Night fic. I adore it so much, and I feel it's some of the best writing I've ever committed, to be honest.
Most fun story: Probably my spn holiday exchange fic, Spice Up Your Life or Our Love Was Made For Movie Screens
Most sexy story: Probably my J2 porn au, which is yet to be posted.
"Holy crap, that's wrong, even for you" story: I mean, I keep writing incest, sooo...
Story with single sexiest moment: I really love the first kiss in Can't Start a Fire Without a Spark
Then Sam reaches out, this time not going for Dean’s hand but her cheek. His index finger strokes a faint line down in face, stopping right at the corner of her lips.
Dean swallows hard, shivering.
Sam smiles shakily as he leans forward and down, pressing their foreheads together in a move that’s so intimate it has Dean’s breath catching in her chest. Sam’s finger hasn’t moved -- and there’s barely any pressure to his touch -- but Dean still feels pinned down by it. Their eyes lock and hold.
“You’re so beautiful.” His breath is whisper-hot against her lips, and his eyes never leave her as he says the words. With anyone else Dean would be rolling her eyes, assuming it was a line to ensure she puts out tonight. But Sam is stroking her cheek with two fingers now; like she’s something precious, breakable.
Dean doesn’t get called beautiful. She gets called hot, sexy, gorgeous, fine. She’s always felt too hardened for a word as delicate as “beautiful.”
She trembles, tongue inching out to lick at her too dry lips. Sam’s gaze darts between her eyes and the motion. “You’re the kinda guy that asks before he kisses a girl, aren’t you?” Her voice is rough, uneven.
Sam bites his lip. He ducks his head, his soft bangs tickling against Dean’s forehead. It’s answer enough.
“You don’t have to ask me, Sam,” Dean whispers into the space between them.
If their first touch had been like electricity, then Sam closing the distance between their lips is like fireworks on the Fourth of July. Dean never bought into bullshit romantic sentiments like that before. Not even with Cassie, who was far from the first woman she’d slept with, but the only person in general who had genuinely mattered up until this point. She’d made Dean want to stay.
She’s feeling the same way now, here with Sam. Alarm bells are going off in her head, but Dean ignores them. Ignores them all and kisses Sam harder, wrapping an arm around his neck and pressing up on her toes. Dean parts her lips and Sam’s tongue slowly inches inside, causing them both to gasp quietly.
It stays at that pace way for ages, slow and deep and wet as they lick into one another’s mouths, swallowing moans under the dim light of the porch.
When they finally break away, Dean is trembling even harder, and Sam isn’t faring much better.
“Getting late,” Sam says, his voice thick and an octave lower. It’s fascinating, to know what he sounds like turned on, how he moans. Dean wants to hear it all, wants to drown in those sounds.
She also knows, clear as day, that they aren’t sleeping together tonight. That Sam means what he’s saying right now, not just as part of the first date cliche they were acting out.
She’s oddly cool with it. This pace that they’ve set seems right, necessary. And Dean is pretty sure that when they do take it further, it’s going to be like the tide rushing in.
Story with single sweetest moment: Probably the pre-reveal moment in Our Love Was Made for Movie Screens:
“There’s something I should tell you.”
“Yes?” Jensen asked, his heart abruptly in his throat.
“You’ll probably be hearing about it first thing Monday morning when it’s official, but -- your store is safe. We’re cancelling the build.”
“What?” He was stunned. It didn’t make any sense.
“I talked the board down. We’re going with the original Phase II proposal, an abandoned building in Beacon Hill. It doesn’t have the same prime location, and the money they’ll have to spend to get the building up to code and restoration efforts is comparable to the Phase I proposal costs, but it’s still feasible.” Jeff’s words sounded like one long ramble of business jargon to Jensen, his mind spinning at this turn of events.
“There’s still no guarantee that Emily’s will make it, Jensen,” Jeff said with feeling. “But, well, at least you’ll still be standing.”
“I…” A tangle of emotions twisted inside him. “That’s... all I ever -- thank you.”
Jeff regarded him quietly before nodding, expression less open than it was a minute ago. “You’re welcome.” He paused for a long moment. “You know, sometimes I wonder. If I hadn’t been Morgan Books and you hadn’t been Emily’s. And we’d just… met.”
Jensen held his breath.
“I would’ve asked for your number. Probably wouldn’t have been able to wait 24 hours before calling and asking you out.”
“Jeff,” Jensen started, heart pounding wildly. “I--”
“But then again, I put you through the ringer, didn’t I? Insulted you, tried to put you out of business. You probably can’t fully forgive all that. Not the way you can forgive... Bookman66 for standing you up.”
Jensen just looked at him, mouth working but no words coming out.
“Oh how I wish you would, though,” Jeff said, earnestly.
Most unintentionally *telling* story: two of my yuletide treats for sure. Can't Start a Fire Without a Spark is basically -- intentionally telling. Definitely And it's a long way back from Seventeen.
Fic that shifted my own perceptions of the characters: I think I learned a lot more about Casey while writing my Sports Night fics and making my mixes than I expected, and it definitely took me in some interesting places, headcanon wise.
Biggest disappointment: I really wish Can't Start a Fire Without a Spark had more love, as I adore it to pieces.
Biggest surprise: like I always say, I never know if this is supposed to mean biggest surprise in terms of a story or its reception or just biggest surprise in terms of writing this year. Biggest writing surprise was probably the Jensen/Jeff You've Got Mail AU. I never expected to go through with it. And also that I wrote Sports Night.
Hardest story to write: The still-yet-to-be-posted J2 porn au definitely dragged a lot. The last Sports Night was a bit harder than the first two.
Easiest story to write: All of the wincest fics, most which were post-eps, that I posted in Nov. and Dec. They were all ridiculously organic.
This year's theme and the story that demonstrates it most: The theme was basically music and pining. The story that demonstrates it most is probably a three way tie between Everybody Wants to be Someone's Here, Can't Start a Fire Without a Spark, and And it's a long way back from seventeen.
Some final thoughts: In last year's fic meme roundup I said this: "My writing list looks like this:
Writing goals for 2018:
J2 speed au (maybe)
Epic-o-sad (maybe)
5 times pick up lines (wincest)"
Well, I wrote three of the six (the ones that are striked-out above).
In terms of this year's goals: I'll be posting the pornstar au as part of the J2 big bang challenge. I don't really have any other plans, right now. I really enjoyed doing big bangs and mini exchanges this year (I think I participated in more than I ever have before) so I'll probably contribute to a few more of those again, perhaps even a reverse bang (which kind of intimidates me).
I was definitely more productive this year, which was nice. I definitely never expected to write Sports Night, which was nice as well.
In terms of fic music this year, I made 26 mixes this year. Some are fic related, some are not. Most are on my 8tracks, and a few on spotify. Two are still unposted.
8tracks
The fandom breakdown of my mixes is as follows:
SPN (wincest): 4
SPN RPF: 2 (one jensen/jeff, one j2 porn au but it is not yet posted)
She-ra (Catradora): 2
Yuri On Ice (Otayuri): 1
Riverdale: 1
Sports Night (Dan/Casey): 8
Steven Universe: 1
South Park: 1
Yuletide mix (not yet revealed or posted): 1
Misc: 5
Most popular mix posted in 2018: My So-called Life: the junior high years
I'm most proudest of my epic Dan Rydell mixtapes mix, which is what inspired my sports night writing this year, the mixes I did for my dad, and my two epic 90s mixes. I also adore my Catradora mixes, and wish they had more love.
And that's about it. Until another year!