Loving a rare pair can be so damn hard. Why do our minds work against us like that?
Loving a rare pair can be so damn hard. Why do our minds work against us like that?
Finding a Net Below, my fic about the second rarest pair I’ve ever written (John Barton/Kate Wolcott) just hit 100 hits on AO3. I love any and everyone who opened it and thank you from the bottom of my heart.
I ship them so hard anymore. Fug, why cant I actually ship characters who are on every week?
I want to write this love scene, the story needs this love scene, the characters are having little problem opening up about this love scene, but OMG am I ready to go there yet. This new story I’m working on is taking me places I’ve either never been or refused to go. I’m tiptoeing but I still think it could be something amazing.
The Falling for You series, which started because I have an overactive imagination and seriously love rare pairs and AUs, now has 17 stories. Holy smokes!
When I see hits on my Falling for You series, with my ultra-rare pair of John Barton and Kate Wolcott, my heart literally sings. I love everyone who reads my fic but there’s a special place in my heart for those who embrace the rare pairs.
All Alone Together, the latest John/Kate fic is up at AO3. I’m still crazy about this tiny little ship that my crazy brain came up with.
John and Kate and Stanley are back. And my ship might actually have a song.
Wrote an angry, flirty, rational Jason/Nora scene for the new AU and was just like “ugh, these fuckin characters” because they’re just my own little tiny, rare ass rowboat (I dont even think I can call them a ship) but they have so much potential to be all kinds of lusciousness. And I dont even care that I’m rambling. Writing that scene was the best thing I did yesterday, other than eat those chicken wings.
New Year’s Eve with John Barton and Kate Wolcott. And the series continues….