why did this take me almost two weeks

Mint boy’s flower ◆ Part I

Requested by the lovely @thefuturewillbeprosperous ♥

Genre : Fluff/Smut/Dark/Mafia/Drugs

Paring : Yoongi x Reader

Summary : When a drug dealer meets the rarest flower.

Warning : English is not my mother tongue so please forgive all my lacks of conjugation / spelling mistakes ♡

He can’t help but smile as he takes off his ring. He didn’t expected him to die this quick. He didn’t expected how beautiful it was. All this blood coming from his mouth, the way his body was shaking in pain, and his eyes… Damn, it was entertaining. He puts the ring in the first drawer of his desk and leans back on his chair. Dealing with Park Jaebum was a mistake and he should’ve died a long time ago.

Min Yoongi raises his head when he hears someone knocking on his door. When he sees his right-hand man, Kim Namjoon, he beckons him to sit up. The tall man sits in front of him and crosses his long legs, a cold smile on his lips as he asks :

« So… How was it ?

- I think it’s my favorite. Maybe a little too quick, but sometimes that’s not that bad. »

Namjoon chuckles and lightly shake his head : « You love torturing people, you sick bastard… » Yoongi raises his eyebrows and looks slightly off, as if he was wondering if it was actually true. When he realizes it was the case, he snorts, a sinful smirk on his face. Namjoon gets up and go behind the wooden bar, taking two crystal glasses before pouring whisky in it. He smiles :

« We have great news, boss.

- Choi Woo Yeon ? »

Namjoon brings the drinks on the desk and sits down.

His dark and haughty glance could freeze the hottest volcano.

« Jungkook found him. He went with Jimin. It’s almost done.

- Let’s wait for them. »

Yoongi winks and takes a sip of the strong drink, a wave of heat going down his throat.

It’s been two weeks since Choi decided to stop working with Yoongi and he doesn’t like it at all. And when he learned from Jin that Choi was a snitch, it was worst. Yoongi is not the kind of man to let anybody think you can fuck with him and stay alive. If you betray him, you die. So, Choi and all his boys will die. Isn’t it simple ?

Soon enough, Yoongi’s office’s door opens and two men enters. Yoongi & Namjoon gets up and walks toward them. When Yoongi sees Jimin’s smile, he puts his hand on his cheek and asks « Is it done ? ». Jimin raises his eyebrow in a playful way, like he always does, and replies « We have Bucheon », his voice lightly hoarser than usual. Yoongi bites his lips and tilts his head on the side, watching Jimin smiles back at him. Yoongi looks at Jungkook and nods before he announces they’ll celebrate it tonight.

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anonymous asked:

When your app only let's you scroll so far so you have to leave your comfy bed to get the laptop to finish reading these amaze fics #bugheaddedication 💕 a fic where betty proposes to jughead in front of everyone/randomly???

Thank you so much!!

(Drunk) Betty Proposes

Jughead was sitting on Archie’s bedroom floor, flipping through an old comic book. Veronica was sitting on Archie’s bed, humming along while Archie strummed his guitar.

Jughead’s phone lit up beside him. A picture of Betty laughing covered the screen.

“Hello?” He answered.

“Juggie!” She said excitedly on the other end. “I need you to come get me.”

“Where are you?” He asked.

“At Meggie Rantle’s party,” She slurred. “Reggie Mantle,” She corrected herself.

“Bets are you drunk?” Jughead stood up, pressing the phone closer to his ear.

“No,” She lied. “Just come get me, please?”

“Okay, Bets, I will.” He promised, taking the phone from his ear and locking the screen.

He turned to his friends who were now looking at him. “So… Betty’s drunk.” He laughed.

Veronica smirked. “Betty doesn’t get drunk.”

“Which is probably why she’s asking me to get her. Did you know Reggie was having a party?” Jughead asked Archie.

Archie shrugged and put down his guitar. “Reggie has parties almost every week. Betty hasn’t ever gone to one, though.”

“You two want to keep me company on the walk over?”

Veronica stood up and smoothed down her skirt, nodding. Archie stood up, too.

“We could probably take my dad’s truck.” He offered.

“It’s not that far. If Betty’s drunk, the walk home would do good to sober her up. Her parents will kill her if they find out.”

Archie and Veronica agreed and put on their coats, shutting off Archie’s bedroom light as they left the room.

They turned down a few streets before finding Reggie’s house. The music was loud and there were cars lining the road.

Jughead took his phone out of his pocket to text Betty that they had arrived.

A few minutes later, the door of the house swung open and Betty emerged.

“Juggie!” She called, racing over to him.

Jughead, Archie and Veronica were standing on the grass outside the Mantle house. Betty staggered over, hair a mess, a stain on her tshirt.

“Hey, slow down there Speed Racer,” Jughead laughed.

“I’m so glad you came! I had something really important to ask you.”

“You do?” Jughead laughed again.

He had never seen Betty even so much as take a sip of alcohol before. What was she doing at this party, anyway?

Betty bent at the knee, grabbing Jughead’s hand. “Jughead Forsythe Pendleton Jones The Third,” She slurred. “Will you please marry me?”

Jughead blushed, pulling Betty up off the ground.

Veronica burst out laughing. “Betty how hammered are you?”

“I’m just -” Betty cleared her throat. “I was doing research for The Blue and Gold. And then I drank too much.”

They lead Betty off the lawn, walking her towards her home.

“I meant it though, Jugs!” She said wrapping her arm around Jughead’s neck.

“Did she just called him Jugs?” Archie murmured to Veronica.

Jughead put his arm around her middle, holding her steady. “Meant what?”

“My proposal!  I think we should get married.”

Jughead smiled, keeping Betty steady as she stumbled. “We’re 16, Bets.”

Betty stopped walking. “I don’t care, Jugs, I-” Her face suddenly got very serious. “I-” She cupped a hand to her mouth. “I’m going to be sick -” She said quickly, pointing her body away from her friends as she vomited into the street.

“Oh boy,” Veronica murmured, looking away.

Jughead pulled back Betty’s hair as her stomach lurched again. “You guys go,” He said, looking at Veronica and Archie. “I got this.”

Archie nodded slowly.

“Feel better, B, I’ll text you in the morning!” Veronica called as she walked off with Archie.

Betty stood up straight, looking at Jughead. “Oh God,” She whimpered, her face turning red.

“I’ve seen worse,” Jughead promised.

They took another couple careful steps toward home.

“I know you haven’t officially said yes,” Betty murmured. “But I think I’m going to call you Husband from here on out.” She swayed on her feet.

Jughead held her upright. “Yes, dear.” He smiled.

Decisions, Decisions

Originally posted by orayanno

Pairing: Park Chanyeol x reader (female)

Word Count: 4,152

Genre: angst/fluff - SFW

Summary: All your life you’ve wanted to be a singer. And all your life you’ve followed your father’s wishes instead. But a chance encounter at a dive bar in NYC might be just the push you need to chase your dreams.

“I have to get out of Boston, Cass,” you say, your voice high and anxious. A restless energy has been coursing its way through your body all day; a suffocating feeling that’s making you desperate to get away. “Can I come up for a girl’s weekend tomorrow?”

“Heck yes! You know the bed in my dorm is big enough for the two of us,” she says. “Stay as long as you need, babe.”  

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A Shoulder To Cry On

Originally posted by tallian

Summary: You lost your childhood friend to the Battle of the Five Armies and are devastated. When you feel your very worst, there is a certain Dwarven King who makes you feel better.

Requested by: @deepestfirefun “Thorin x reader (human) after botfa, she is broken with the loss of her childhood friend to the battle. Although Thorin understands her grief and pain, he can’t feel but ultimate loneliness at nights by the fireplace when she disappears into the halls of Erebor to be alone. When time goes by, she finally breaks down one night and seeks out Thorins comfort and love and Thorin is more than happy to give her just that. He is happy to have her finally in his arms. Lots of fluff”

Pairing: Thorin x Reader

Warnings: depression (?), mention of death, fluff

Word Count: 1,515

A/n: Everyone lives! (and by everyone I mean the Durins, because, let’s be real, they’re the most important and deserve to live a long, happy life)

Nothing but darkness filled your everyday life. Even when the sun was shining and the birds were chirping, you couldn’t think about anything else than the look your friend gave you shortly before he died and the way he called out your name. His voice echoed through your head. It haunted you. It haunted you that you couldn’t save him.

But you shouldn’t feel that way. In fact, everyone around you was celebrating. The battle was fought and Erebor was reclaimed.

Everyone, except for Thorin, the king himself. He cared about you, he truly did. And seeing you at your very worst, knowing that you cried every single day and didn’t talk to anyone broke his heart.

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The calm before the storm Part 16

Ten weeks in and life within the Dauntless compound has become a living hell. Eric has become the devil himself making sure they all burn. Not like everyone hadn’t seen this coming. Even the people who knew the truth knew he was going to snap.

When Alley, another leader threw Max’s door open he already knew Eric was the cause. But Max placated him for all of fifteen seconds anyway.

“Coulter has gone entirely to far this time,” he shouted not bothering to sit.

Max shook his head at the headache known as Eric’s behavior was already setting in. He steepled his hands in front of himself before speaking.

“So what unspeakable act has he committed this week,” Max asked snidely.

Alley arched his eyebrows in disgust.

“Don’t look at me like that Tommy Wilkens. We both know Jeanine is allowing him to get away with murder. Literally.”

The first day he entered Erudite he broke the neck of one of Jeanine’s personal assistants for asking if he was glad to be rid of his whore. “Pity. I rather liked that one,” had been all she said. With her praising Eric’s lunatic antics nobody seemed to be safe. Not even Jeanine herself.

“He shot at the initiates like fish in a barrel today!” Alley exclaimed.

“Did he kill or seriously mame any of them?” Max asked casual.

“You can’t be fucking serious!” Alley raged.

“Well,” Max asked still calm.

“No two flesh wounds! He’s going to get away with this!! Fucking get a grip Max!!”

“Why did he shoot at them?”

Alley rolled his eyes. He couldn’t believe this was how the conversation was going. Like it was the intiatess’ fault Eric was becoming psychotic.

“Because a Candor transfer dropped her rifle not prepared for the kickback and it when off firing a hole in the ceiling.” Alley could see where this was going.

“Well he showed them what happens when firearms aren’t handled properly.” Max shrugged.

“ MAX!! One of the flesh wounds was fucking Four man!!” Alley cried outraged.

“Well I don’t see him here complaining. So why are you?”

Alley chuckled darkly. “He hung a fucking dependant over the Chasm two days ago for insubordination.”

“So?” Max asked with little fanfare.

“SO?! SO!! HE WAS ONLY ELEVEN MAX!!” Alley was now furious.

“It was only fifteen seconds.” Max sighed.

“You are unfuckingbelievable SIR,” Alley stormed out defeat clearly on his face.

Harrison strolled in behind looking a little apprehensive.

“What’s his problem?” Harrison asked uneasily.

“Eric,” Max stated with a sigh.

“What did he do this time?” Harrison cringed not sure he really wanted to know.

“He shot at Four and the transfer initiates.”

“He WHAT!! Did he kill anyone!” Harrison was appalled.

“Flesh wounds to Four and a transfer from Candor,” Max sighed head in his hands.

“Max this has to stop. You can’t keep letting him do this. You know he broke a waitresses nose at the bar last night?”

“Oh for fucksakes why?” Max growled.

“She put her hand on his chest and suggested he take her home. He flipped her tray of drinks and a shot glass connected with her nose,” Harrison answered unimpressed.

“Fuck. Haven’t these girls figured out to steer clear of his ass yet,” Max groaned.

“It doesn’t matter Max this has to stop. He has nobody to blame but himself.”

“That’s not true and you know it,” Max snapped.

“Fine. You keep cleaning up golden boys messes. You and that bitch Jeanine. If it’s not his fault it damn sure is the two of you’s fault. For crying out loud Max he murder your daughter,” Harrison lowered his voice.

“We don’t know that,” Max hissed.

“We don’t? Really? You know what I don’t even care anymore. Factionless is sounding better and better each day.”

“Eric Coulter you open this fucking door right now!” Tris hollered pounding on his door.

“Eric!! Eric I know your in there!! Er-”

“What the actual fuck do you want Stiff,” Eric glared at her.

Tris pushed passed him marching into his apartment. He shut the door and turned to see her standing with hands on her hips face as red as a Dauntless flame.

“You looked like a pissed off parrot Stiff. What do you want,” asked in his bored tone.

“Damn it Eric this is enough!! You decided this. You let Jeanine push it this far. Go shoot at her ass!! I know you’re upset but seriously Eric the shit has to stop!!” Tris raged.

Eric took a few menacing steps towards her before he stopped abruptly. Suddenly he just sat on the couch putting his head in his hands.

“Get the fuck out Tris,” he said quietly.

All her anger slowly started to melt away. She sat in the chair across from him. She truly couldn’t imagine what he was going threw. Not that it excused his behavior.

“My mom seen her yesterday. She said she looked sad, but healthy,” Tris said softly.

Eric’s head snapped up. His eyes where red and tears where in his eyes. He looked more defeated than murderous at the current moment.

“She wouldn’t want you to be like this Eric. She would want you to get your shit together and for all of us to work on ending this,” Tris said sternly.

“DON’T YOU THINK I FUCKING ALREADY KNOW THAT!! I-I am failing her Tris. Horribly. She’ll probably want a damn divorce,” he swallowed thickly.

“Divorce? Eric when did you marry her,” Tris asked shocked.

“The same day I fucking killed her,” he whispered harshly.

“Oh my God. Eric you didn’t kill her, you saved her. You know that right?” Now she a little concerned.

“Saved her? This, you call this saving her? I pushed off the fucking Chasm and abandoned her in Amity while she’s pregnant. How did that save her.” A tear slowly rolled down his cheek.

“Take my rotation in Amity Thursday and Friday Eric. As head ambassador I take two days every other week at other faction. Go. Those who know will understand, those who don’t will appreciate it. Trust me,” Tris pleaded.

“No. I can’t,” he mumbled.

“Why?” She mused.

“Because I’ll end up never coming back,” his tone so hushed Tris had to strain to hear him.

“Fine. We’ll go together. I’ll make sure you come back,” she insisted.

“You’d do that for me? Why?” Eric’s toned turned almost icy.

“Because I love Beth too. Also because I believe in you Eric. I really do. But you have to stop this. You’re going to get yourself killed.”

“Would that really be so bad at this point,” he grumbled.

“Oh go fuck yourself Eric. You love yourself to much for that. Which means you love her more so shut the hell up.” She smiled.

“Fine. Get out of here Stiff before I shoot at you next,” he sniped.

“Sir yes sir,” Tris opened the door but turned back around. “Oh and Eric. I’ll see you Thursday morning so clear your schedule.”

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Unjust Detention

Members: Jin, Suga
Word Count: 1891
Year: 2007
Note:  A Metamorphmagus is a witch or wizard with the ability to change his or her physical appearance at will, rather than requiring Polyjuice Potion or a spell like the rest of the wizarding population. They are also extremely rare.

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The Wife Ch. 14

Fandom: BIGBANG/ Choi Seung Hyun

Synopsis: Months Roll By…

Warnings: Floof (like fluff, but fluffier), also the end of month 7 gets a little suggestive.

Author’s Note: Okay, coming in at just over 6,000 words, this is the longest chapter yet. (I did warn you…) Just think of it as a series of short stories… one for each of the remaining months of the pregnancy. :)

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. This story contains fictional representations of real people. None of the events are true. This is from an American standpoint, so some of the situations may not happen the same way they might in Korea. I make no money from the writing of this fictional work.

Suggested Listening: Hi Haruka ~ T.O.P ( from ‘Secret Message’ webdrama)


3 Months

After helping clean up breakfast, it wasn’t long until your brothers had left… leaving you and Seung Hyun alone in the villa. The second the door had closed behind them, you had practically launched yourself at your husband and kissed him enthusiastically.

As you kissed, you began backing him up towards the living room. It took him a while to catch on & he broke away when you were about halfway there.

“You okay, gognju-nim?” he asked a little breathlessly.

“I told you last night that I’d feel better today.” you said, grinning.

He nodded, a matching grin on his face.

“Well… It’s today.” you told him before grabbing him and kissing him again.

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Wisdom Teeth - Evan X Reader


Request:  Can you write an imagine were you and Evan are dating and you get your wisdom teeth removed, and you act all crazy and weird and just emotional. I thought this would be really cute and funny.

Author’s Note: I decided to write this from Evan’s POV because I thought it would make for better narration seeming as the reader is kind of crazy after getting her wisdom teeth removed. Hope you all enjoy! Happy reading:)


Today is the day that my beautiful girlfriend of two years is getting her wisdom teeth removed. I drove her to the dentist clinic, waited anxiously by her side until she was called in and then waited at our apartment for the call that she was out of the surgery.

As soon as that call arrived I hastily drove myself down to the clinic, desperate to see her and make sure she was okay. I reminded myself that it was a small and standard procedure but I still couldn’t help but worry. She was the woman I loved and I hated that she would be in pain for the next few days but I was also intrigued to see if the medicine they give her would have the comedic effect it had on so many others.

“I’m here to pick up Y/N.” I tell the receptionist and she guides me from the front desk to a tiny recovery room where Y/N lay unconscious.

After a few minutes of sitting by her side she slowly begins to stir. As her eyes finally open she locks her gaze on mine but instead of her familiar calm look her eyes widen and she stares at me in shock.

“Has anyone ever told you that you look like Evan Peters?” she mumbles as the nurse comes in and says that I can take Y/N home now.

“That’s because I am Evan Peters, Y/N.” I state calmly as the nurse just laughs before leaving and I begin to attempt to hoist Y/N off the bed in her drowsy state.

“Why are you here?” she asks when I wrap her arm around my shoulder.

“To pick you up.” I try to keep my answer as simple as possible so she understands.

“Wait… where am I?” she asks groggily as I try to get her to stand but my attempt fails horribly so I decide to carry her bridal style instead.

“The dentist, you had your wisdom teeth removed.” I explain to her and she nods in a way that I’ve only seen five year olds do when they attempt to understand something complex.

“Geez if I knew you would come get me I would’ve got my wisdom teeth removed years ago.” She states bluntly and I burst out laughing as we reach the parking lot and I help her into the passenger seat of the car.

“Where are we going?” she asks and I smile at her child like inquisitiveness.

“I’m taking you back to our apartment.” I say calmly as I try to remind her that she’s known me personally for almost three years.

“Wait we live together?” she shrieks and I nod laughing, “How long have we lived together?”

“A year and a half next week.” I state and she gasps.

“Why did we move in together?” she asks and I shake my head as yet another question leaves her lips.

“Because we dated for six months before we found an apartment and we have been together for two years.” I answer attempting to answer her next question before she has the opportunity to ask it.

“Wow the meds those people gave me must have been good if I can’t remember the last few years.” She contemplates, every word drifting off slightly more than the last until I hear light snores and glance over to see her sound asleep in the passenger seat.

I pull into the parking lot of our apartment complex and decide not to wake Y/N when I park. Careful not to disturb her, I once again carry her bridal style into the elevator and then down the hallway to our apartment where I carefully lay her down on the bed before going to make myself a sandwich. I’m halfway through devouring it before I hear any noises come from Y/N.

“Evan!” she yells as best as she can and I go running toward the bedroom to make sure she’s okay. When I fling the door open she sits staring at the lock screen of her phone, fixated on the time, “We missed my dentist appointment!”

“No we didn’t, you went to the dentist.” I soothingly reassure her as she slowly puts her phone back on her bed side table and stares at me in confusion, “What’s wrong babe?”

“How come I can’t remember going?” she contemplates and I chuckle to myself before going to sit beside her on the bed.

“It’s the meds they gave you, they mess with you,” I explain and she nods, regaining her child like confusion and interest, “But you’ll be back to normal before you know it.”

“Why can’t I remember anything?” she slurs her words as a result of the gauze that sits on either side of her mouth.

“Don’t be worried, you didn’t even remember who I was when you woke up.” I laugh and she stares at me in disbelief.

“I didn’t know who you were?” she asks but when I nod the smile I expect her to have doesn’t come. Instead, tears fill her eyes and begin the slide down her cheeks, “I’m so sorry baby.”

“Don’t be sorry it wasn’t your fault.” I reassure her, soothingly rubbing her back until her sobs turn to quiet sniffles that then evaporate into silence, “Get some sleep princess. You’ll feel much better in the morning.”

After a second of contemplation, she takes my advice and snuggles down into my chest and I lay back fully on the bed so she can get more comfortable. Slowly, I lean down and plant a soft kiss on her forehead and even though I know she most likely isn’t listening and she won’t remember it in the morning I still tell her the most important thing I’ll ever say to her.

“I love you Y/N.” I whisper as I start to drift off and before my mind is overtaken by dreams I hear her voice break the peaceful silence.

“I love you too Evan.” I hear her whisper back and I instantly pull her closer as I let the tiredness take control and we both fall into a long and restful sleep.

anonymous asked:

How would gom + hanamiya + takao + imayoshi + kagami feel if their s/o commited suicide? Sounds depressing for a new blog but all the best for the blog!Pretty sure your asks and followers would be rising soon❤️

why must you do this to me omg my life is over

TRIGGER WARNING: SUICIDE (more under the cut)

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Flare 10

So this part may arouse conflicting feelings. I will say that it does contain a certain scene that deathtodickens suggested some time ago, and that steam may be involved there. But then, as will happen, a complicating factor arises. Such is the way of the world, certainly the fictional world, and perhaps particularly this one: amatterofcomplication’s masterpost, part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, and part 9.

Flare 10

The next several weeks are quiet, and Myka starts to relax a little. The engines and ambulances of 13 face and fight normal fires, and the rest of the city’s fires seem, mainly, normal too. Pete hasn’t been able to gather much information—or rather, he hasn’t been able to make his way through the thickets of reports in a way that won’t draw attention, so he’s asking around, as casually as he can, and Myka and Amanda are too. They hear of a couple of firefighters across town who were in a car accident… but of course that could be due to anything at all. Someone’s wife got mugged; someone else’s house was vandalized… again, anything. The firefighters in the car crash seem to have worked one of the weird fires… but Pete can’t find anything about complaints from them, so it seems like a dead end. He grumbles that his department, that the fire department as a whole, really ought to keep better records that are easier to access. Myka points out to him that if there’s anybody who can start shaking trees so that smarter record-keeping falls out? Pete’s probably related to her.

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Let me get this started WAY UP TOP here with the headline. THE SHADOW CABINET, the third book in the Shades of London series, is now coming out on MARCH 5, 2015. That’s in the United States. Dates in other countries will follow, and I’ll post them as soon as I get them.

Now, this book was supposed to come out in September, and now it’s March. WHY????

If you’ll indulge me, I’m going to tell you a little about the year 2013, as I experienced it. And a bit about publishing, and about being a human person.

Starting in 2010, I developed a few problems with pain and excessive tiredness. I just thought I was having an odd ache or two, and just sleepy, or possibly lazy. By mid-2012, though, it had gotten bad. I was often woozy on my feet, and the pain was, at times, kind of extraordinary. It capped off at LeakyCon 2012. Once I had done my job and it was over, I felt all my energy leave me in a big WOOOOOSH. I tried to get up for the final breakfast and ended up having to go back to bed immediately. I went to the doctor that week and just casually laid this out, and he was like, “OKAY, WHAT? WHY DIDN’T YOU SAY THIS BEFORE?” And he did an ultrasound and found that I had a large mass in my abdomen. (It wasn’t cancer. It was LADYSTUFFS. But I’m not going to BORE you with the details.)*

This is approximately things went, as I look at my calendar:

November 2012: Surgery scheduled, but Hurricane Sandy hits instead. Surgery canceled. Out of house for a week with no heat, water, or power. Live with Libba Bray. Get two root canals. Oscar decides it is time to move to US as clearly I will be swept out to sea unless something is done.

December 2012: Get surgery. Think will be up on feet within a few days, but not really how things work. Took more like three or four weeks.

January 2013: Get infection, which knocks me down for two more weeks.

February: Fly to England to help Oscar pack, then go immediately on tour for release of Madness Underneath.

March: Oscar moves over. Go immediately on tour with Cassie Clare and Sarah Rees Brennan.

April: Went to Houston and LA for more touring/conferences. New apartment opens with more space for two people, away from famous neighbor in 8A. So, we move, even though, at this point, as you can imagine, I’m a bit worn. Also, still dealing with some post-surgical stuff that starts to abate by this point. Told by my physician to stop moving boxes or my insides will fall out. Continue to move boxes.

May: Unpack and settle into new apartment. A lot of LeakyCon planning. So much LeakyCon planning. (I run the Lit Track along with Robin Wasserman, and the planning phase goes on all year, but really heats up the month before the conference and is basically an everyday thing by that point.)

June: Go to England with Oscar to see family, do appearance. Spend a week writing with Cassie, Holly, Sarah, Jen Lynn in Cornwall and finish up Bane Chronicles stories.  Then…LEAKYCON (a non-stop week in Portland).

July: GET PUPPY. Other stuff, but once you have a puppy it’s ALL JUST POOP AND WEIRD SLEEPING.

August: Oh my god we have a puppy. WHAT HAVE WE DONE. The August schedule is all word counts and puppy training.

September: Much the same as August. These are the months of 2013 that were the most relaxing and also when I began to realize that I was running on fumes.

October: UK tour (which I get sick during and lose my voice), week of appearances in Vancouver (with a bit of a voice). Zelda (the puppy) begins to develop what will be ongoing medical issues.

November: Now writing book in every second of every day. Find out about World Book Day! Have to write novella, now. Stop everything.

December: Write novella. Write book. Write, write, write.

I was writing – both on the new novel and also all the kinds of things writers write as part of the promotion for their novels – throughout all of the above, and doing all the other parts of my job. (The actual writing of books is only part of the “author” job now, something I will be talking about in a FUTURE POST. Finding time to write amidst all the admin that needs doing can be weirdly hard.) But those events were the highlights (and what’s written on my calendar).

By December, the problems that lead to the surgery in the first place began to reappear. The condition I have is an ongoing one, that’s not unlike garden weeding. You cut it out and it comes back, and then you cut it out and it comes back, etc. This came back a bit quickly. When I could no longer pretend it wasn’t happening, I went to the doctor. This confirmed it was back, and I was scheduled for a series of tests, the last of which was on Tuesday. I found out a few weeks ago that another surgery is inevitable. The question was and is when that surgery will happen. And I’m totally going to be okay. It’s annoying, but there are SO MANY WORSE THINGS TO HAVE.

I informed my editor at Penguin that—ha ha ha! —this was happening again. This wrinkle meant I might be about two weeks late on getting the book in, but by this point, two weeks was a bridge too far. Books are seasonal, and there was no time left. So, the book was preemptively moved to allow me to take care of myself, to tour when it comes out, and do everything properly. It was really good of them, and I am deeply appreciative.

Now, why did I tell you all of that? Why did I list what sounds like A SERIES OF COMPLAINTS? It’s not. Much of the above was FANTASTIC! Almost everything about it was lucky. I love writing and I love touring and I have a medical issue that is completely manageable and the resources to get care. I have a wonderful Oscar and a wonderful Zelda. Someday I’ll finish moving into the apartment (that never quite got done—when we go Zelda all progress on that front basically froze). I’M NOT COMPLAINING.  I’M EXPLAINING. I SWEAR.

I feel deeply responsible to everyone who reads my books. You are the reason I am here. I LIKE YOU. And I left the end of Madness Underneath on SUCH A CLIFFHANGER that you are owed a decent explanation as to why you have to wait for THE ANSWER.

For my part, I thought I was chugging along just fine. In retrospect, I know I wasn’t. In the end, my body just threw down a roadblock that I couldn’t ignore. I don’t mind this at all. And like I said, it’s not that bad. But it pays to listen, sometimes, and remember that the first job is to be human.

Otherwise, how would we write?

All that being said, THE BOOK IS COMING and I have some VERY good news to share very soon. And I thank you for sticking with me.






Take care of YOURSELVES.




* Possibly too late on this one.


”What do you mean you don’t think I’m ready?” she immediately snapped back. “You said it’d take months for me to get on to a knife, I did that in two weeks, I’ve been going at a crazy pace, it’s been six months, how much damn longer do you think they’re going to keep waiting before they got bored of waiting huh Luther?!” she was almost offended by how much he didn’t even consider it.

“I got the Solar Plexus thing down, I can get that target every time, you can’t say I’ve not got better I couldn’t even fire a gun three months ago so why not?!” she was angry, too damn right she was angry.She wanted to get her revenge before the century was over but apparently that wasn’t going to happen. “You know what I thinks happened?… I think you’ve gone a little soft for me, and I think you might actually be worried..”

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