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Growing Pains CH. 11

Tokyo Revengers Masterlist - Growing Pains Masterlist

- (Hanma x Reader x Mikey)

Summary: An unlikely friendship with troubled Hanma Shuji, introduces you to a world you never knew. As you navigate the challenges in front of you, you're forced to confront the things you previoudly knew to be true. Intergang friendships weren't wrong, however your sudden friendship with Mikey Sano seemed to contest that idea. Unexpected cliches plague you in the best way as you deal with what it means to be an adult.

Warnings: Profanity, Drinking

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Your fingers moved across your keyboard clicking away at the letters, forming the thoughts you couldn’t leave unsaid. The essay needed for your group mock publication was due soon, so you and Hina locked yourselves away in the university library for the day.

Taking frequent breaks for phone breaks, snacks, and complaints about pesky classmates, the two of you cut through your work eager to get enough done to head out. Pausing to reread what you had written, you allowed your study playlist to relax you. As you scrolled down your doc, a chime coming from your headphones gave you more than enough reason to take a break. The notification beaming from your lock screen was a pleasant surprise, moving your fingers you unlocked your phone to respond.

(Mikey): Hey

(Name): Hi

(Mikey); sorry about the other night

Staring at the message on your phone, you drowned out the music playing on your headphones. Having last texted Mikey two days before the run in with him and his friends, you were a little nervous to message him after it. Overthinking if you should text him or not, you decided to wait for him to write first which took a couple days. Assuming he probably thought it too troublesome to continue a friendship with you, you tried to pretend you didn’t care. Which was obviously a ruse easily visible from the upward curl of the sides of your lips. Looking across, Hina worked diligently on her essay ignorant to the smile on your face. Reeling yourself in a bit, you pulled yourself together to avoid any questioning from your perceptive friend.

(Name): Hey it’s like I said, it’s okay. He apologized too and nothing bad happened so we are all good!

(Mikey): You sure?

(Name): Lol it’s all good.

(Mikey): I guess I trust you.

Just don't lie and beat me up or something.

(Name): Haha whatever. I don’t think I could. I’ve never been in a fight before.

(Mikey): Really?🤣

(Name): Yes really🙏

“Hey Imma head out. Michy is taking me out for lunch.”

Tossing your phone out of surprise, you watch Hina hand it to you laughing.

“Lol, you startle easily. Don’t give yourself a heart attack okay?” Hina muses, shaking her head.

With a watered down iced coffee in hand, she waves goodbye as she makes her way out of the library. While you wanted nothing more to relax in bed at home, you pushed the temptations and sly promises of ‘I can just finish this at home’ from your head.

You promised to finish at least the draft in the library and you were close. Scrolling through your doc, you reread a few highlighted portions to see what you needed to fix. As you fixed some spelling errors, your phone chimed again.

(Mikey): Wyd

(Name): Im doing hw in the library. Wby

(Mikey): Im taking a break from working on a car right now.

(Name): Cool. How’s that going?

(Mikey): Not bad. Just an oil change, general maintenance inspection, and tire rotation.

(Name): Hearing all that reminds me that I gotta take mine into the shop.

(Mikey): You got a car?

(Name): Yea, I just don't drive it much. I enjoy walking and public transit too much.

As you hold your phone waiting for his message, you go to shuffle your music. Fate has other ideas however as your phone slips through your hands causing you to almost drop it on the hard library carpet. You're happy with your save until you hear the sound of ringing from the headphones on your neck. Your heart drops as you glance at the ticking bomb in your hands. Calling Mikey was sprawled over your screen. Before you could end the call, you hear a husky voice pick up on the other end.

“Hi.”

Fuck.

“Hi, sorry. I didn’t mean to call you.”

“Ouch.”

“Oh my gosh, you know what I mean.” Your cheeks redden as you roll your eyes through the phone.

“Ha Ha. I know. It’s good though. Works better for me right now than texting. Boss said I gotta get back to work.”

“Oh okay.” You sat with headphones on listening to the sound of him clanging tools. You’ve texted before but never called him. It was weird but nice. You were a little worried though. You hoped you were not directly breathing into the phone.

“What are you working on for homework?”

“Just a paper for a journalism course.”

“Paper on what ?”

“Oh. Um, it's a paper on the importance of self-education. Just on how, we can’t expect everything to be spoon fed to us. We have to find stuff out ourselves as well. ”

“Sounds smart.”

“Thanks. I'm almost done, I was just taking a break.” scrolling down to the last couple of paragraphs you worked on, you bit your lip. Seeing a section that was disrupting your predetermined outline, you dragged it where it could fit. You really needed to organize the essay better.

Through the phone, you could hear grunts and the sliding of wheels.

“Would you let me read it?”

“Wat.”

“Read it. Would you let me read it?”

His random question took you back from both how different it was and how shy it made you feel. You barely liked reading your own writing and had just gotten used to getting peer reviewed.

“Ew. Your kidding. Right.”

“No lemme read it. I wanna know.”

“What how bad a writer I am?”

“You’re funny. Lemme read it for real.”

Why would he even want to read my paper? No one before had asked to read your paper outside of a school context. It wasnt that you werent a good writer or anything. You earned high marks thanks to all your caffiene fueled writing sessions. It was just that it was so foreign for someone outside of school to care enough to read some random paper for a random course.

“I don't know. I’m not sure it’s any good and I’m not done with it.”

A pause of the other line was filled with the sound of tools and background music playing in the car shop.

“Look, I dont read much so even if it was bad, I wouldn't know. When ur done lemme read it for real.”

“Come on.”

Fighting with the pencil of your tablet filled with notes, you attempted to resist his pleading, which was unexpectedly hard.

“Alright. Maybe.” Laughing at his silly proclamations of thanks through the phone, you shook your head. Reigning himself in to continue his work, he chuckled.

“You going to the meet tomorrow?”

“Yes actually. Draken is picking me and Emma up.”

“I’ll see you there then and at the after party right?”

He pauses on the phone awaiting your confirmation. It’s stupid but you feel a little excited at your new friendship. Mikey was someone you previously wouldn’t have tried to befriend, and likely vice versa. But as you exchanged messages, you were glad that he seemed to want to talk to you as much as you did to him.

“Yes.”

“Cool. I gotta go n bill this guy. I’ll see you there. Don’t be a stranger then.”

“Never. Bye” Jeez. Was that trying too hard to be cool. Ugh whatever. I think I’m done for the day. Clearly I’ve fried my brain.

Saving your work, you shut off your computer and placed it alongside your other belongings inside your bag. Even though you weren’t done, you had made good progress and were ready to feel the freshly washed comforter under you. Besides, you had a busy day awaiting you tomorrow. After having breakfast with your mom, you were supposed to head over in the afternoon to Emma’s to get ready for the night. Usually heading to the meets with Hanma, he rain checked this time allowing you to accept Emma’s invite. It was different but not an unwelcome change of pace as you had not gotten to get ready at her place for a bit.

Emma was excited as well as she wanted to try to style you for the night, as the first step of you putting yourself back out on the dating scene. Your mother would be so proud, you thought as you made your way to the train station.

The light blue in the sky was slowly being overtaken by the light pinks and oranges of the setting sun. While there was a slight chill, it’s prickling on your skin was cooling and refreshing. It was nice. Your life was nice and you felt good. Graduation and post grad uncertainty loomed over you being about a year out. While intimidating, you didn’t find it as much of a worry. At the moment, life was beautiful, your friends were everything, and you and your mother had a date tomorrow. Everything felt just right.

Maybe the colors of the sunset got into your head, or you were in reality unknowingly, experiencing a mental break. Either way, you didn’t care. All that mattered to you as you sat on the train was that you were excited about what tomorrow would bring.

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Authors Note: hey yall sorry for the delay. I had a surprisingly busy day yesterday with family over all day. It was nice but a lil hectice 🤣. Hope you enjoy the chapter. Now we moving more.

#tokyo manji gang #tokyo revengers #x reader #mikey sano #tokrev #tokyo rev x y/n #toman gang #hanma shuji #hanma x reader #mikey x reader #car racing #tokyo revengers au #tenjiku

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atths--twice · 1 year ago

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Planning and Planting

Mulder comes to Scully with an idea to make some changes at their little unremarkable house.

For my bestie, on her birthday. 💓

March 4th

Mid morning

“Hey,” Mulder said, stepping into Scully’s home office.

“Hey back,” she said, glancing up from her laptop with a smile.

“I wanted to run something past you. Are you at a place where you could stop for a few minutes?”

She turned her head and stopped typing, frowning slightly.

“Is everything okay?”

“More than okay,” he said with a grin. “It’s just that, what I want to run past you, I need to show you.”

“Mulder… is it in our bedroom?” she asked, one eyebrow raising up.

“No. Not that,” he laughed and then sobered. “I mean if you were interested, what I want to show you could wait. I’ll never say no to that.” He pumped his eyebrows at her and she shook her head.

“Appreciate the offer, but not at the moment,” she said, smiling before she turned back to the laptop. “Let me finish this last email and I can stop for a few minutes.”

“Great. Would you like a cup of coffee or something to be ready for you when you’re finished?”

She swiveled in her chair and narrowed her eyes at him.

“It’s not in the bedroom, right? You’re not trying to butter me up?”

“Oh… that would be messy,” he mused, shaking his head, his eyebrows raised as he moved his hands back and forth like a scale. “Good for the skin, perhaps? As opposed to whipped cream or chocolate sauce? Although, not as tasty to lick off. No, I don’t think butter would be good. Definitely not as sexy...”

She smiled as he continued to talk to himself, shaking her head at how easy it was for him to go off on a tangent.

“Mulder,” she said.

“Of course there’s always honey, but that one time… it was so sticky. And while enjoyable, it was also a huge mess. But on the other hand…” He grinned, his eyes far away in the past.

“Mulder,” she said again, tapping his leg with her foot.

“Hmm, yeah. What?” He worked at focusing on her and she laughed.

“No butter. No honey,” she said, shaking her head. “I have to finish this before I leave for my meeting.”

“No. Nothing like that,” he said, clearing his throat. Smiling, he stepped closer and towered over her, causing her to lean back. Placing his hands on the arms of her chair, he moved even closer. “But the honey was fun. Once we got the amount of usage correct.”

“It was,” she agreed, threading her arms around his neck. “And the whipped cream.”

“Hmm, yes,” he breathed, pressing his lips to hers, his tongue teasing hers briefly before pulling back. She leaned forward, still holding onto him, her eyes closed and heart racing.

Damn, but he was good at that.

“Coffee will be waiting, Doc,” he said and he extracted himself from her with a grin as she opened her eyes. “Unless you want something else.”

She let out a deep breath and shook her head, knowing he knew how certain kisses affected her.

“Coffee it is,” he said, pointing both index fingers at her and then leaving the room.

“That man,” she muttered, turning back to finish her email so she could find out what he wanted to run past her.

Ten minutes later, email and other work finished, she closed the laptop and sighed. Pushing from her desk, she stood up, stretched, and walked out to find Mulder.

The front door was open and through the screen she saw him standing on the porch, looking out across the yard. Smiling, she crossed the room and pushed the screen open.

“Hey, Doc,” he said, looking at her with a smile as he handed her a travel mug of coffee. “Didn’t want it to get cold.”

“Thanks, hon,” she said, taking a small sip. “Mmm, it’s perfect.”

“I know what you like,” he said with a wink.

“Yeah,” she agreed, putting her arm around his waist and pressing her nails into his side, causing him to yelp. “Yeah, you do.”

“Okay listen,” he said, removing her arm from his waist and stepping to the side with a heavy sigh. “You don’t have time, I don’t really have time… let’s pick this up later. After Faith’s in bed and asleep. Deal?”

“Yes, honey,” she said, smiling as she took another drink.

“Oh you… you’re trouble,” he said, shaking his head as he stepped around her and started down the stairs. “So much trouble.”

She laughed as she followed him, catching up and grasping the hand he had extended back to her.

“I’m good trouble,” she said, bumping him gently.

“When you’re not bad, honey,” he retorted and she laughed again.

“So, what did you want to show me?”

“This,” he said, letting go of her hand and gesturing to the field on the other side of their fence.

“What about it?” she asked with a frown.

“I think we need to do something about it.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, for one thing, it’s gotten a bit overgrown.”

“Agreed,” she said with a nod.

“So,” he said, taking her hand again. “Seeing as it’s just sitting there… what if we made it into a garden?”

She laughed and was about to tell him that was a crazy idea, but then she saw the expression on his face.

“You’re serious,” she said and he nodded. “You want to make a garden? Of what exactly?”

“Whatever!” he said excitedly. “Whatever fruit or vegetable will grow easily in this climate without too much fuss.”

“But we have the fence,” she said, nodding to it.

“Then we take it down or change it up a notch, adding a gate, or an archway, that would give us access to it.” He shrugged and she stared at him in amazement.

“You’re really serious,” she said again and he nodded.

“I am.”

“But why?”

“Well, a few reasons,” he said, squeezing her hand. “We have the space, and then some, as I said. Also, it will give me something to do-”

“And hyper fixate on,” she muttered.

“That too,” he laughed. “And Faith could help. It would be a learning experience for her… all of us really. What better time to start than now as spring is bearing down upon us.”

“A vegetable garden,” she said, looking out at the overgrown plot of land and imagining it lush with plants. “You want to till up the land and start a garden?”

“All that work? Christ, no,” he said and she looked at him. “The cost alone would be far too high. Then if it didn’t work out, it would be a huge mess just sitting there.”

“So what are you thinking?”

“I’m thinking more like raised garden beds. Something we could plot out, build and place, and then plant what we wanted in each separate bed.”

“Fresh peas in one. Tomatoes. Zucchini maybe. Potatoes in another. Yeah. I think I like that idea.”

“Huh, well that was easier than I thought it would be,” he said, squeezing her hand again. “You know, seeing as you’re in a rather agreeable mood, I’d like to revisit the idea of chickens.”

“Mulder-”

“It was you that brought them up,” he said.

“A couple of years ago,” she said, letting go of his hand and staring at him. “And I was joking, so do not come home from that garden/pet store with a few chicks and act all innocent, telling me that they had no one to care for them and so you had to take them in. Promise me you won’t.”

“I…”

“Mulder… promise me. Now.”

“I promise,” he said with a grin and she raised her eyebrows. “I do promise, Scully. One thing at a time. Garden first. Chickens and goats next.”

“Uh no. No goats. They were never mentioned before.”

“No goats? Oh, that’s a baaaaad answer,” he said and she could not help but laugh.

“Don’t push your luck,” she said as he put his arm around her shoulders, both of them chuckling.

“Garden first, then we’ll talk,” he said and she hummed as she put her arm around his waist and took a sip of her coffee.

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And so the garden planning began.

Mulder watched videos, read blog posts, and created a plan.

The overgrown grass was mowed and the ground plotted for where the garden would be placed. Wood markers were hammered into the ground with Faith’s help, the little hammer Mulder had bought for her placed back into the loop on the overalls when she was finished.

“We’ll have lots of vegetables right, Daddy?” she asked, pushing back a braid that had fallen over her shoulder. “Like corn?”

“I don’t think we’ll do corn this time around, love. But peas and carrots. Maybe potatoes.” He smiled at her as Scully snapped pictures of them working together, both covered in grass stains.

“Mmm. I love potatoes,” Faith said. “They’re so good.”

“They are.” He smiled at Faith and then glanced up at Scully. “And we’ll do broccoli too.” Faith made a face and they both laughed. “You like broccoli, Squatch.”

“I doooooo, but it’s not my favorite,” Faith said and Mulder tweaked her nose.

“It’s not my favorite either, but we still need to eat it.”

“I know,” she said with a sigh, as Scully captured another picture.

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Two days later, after dropping Faith off at school, he arrived at home with a large amount of wood in the back of the car and Scully came out and helped him unload it onto the porch.

“I don’t think I’ve ever felt as manly as I did ordering all this wood and asking for it to be cut to the length I needed,” he said and she laughed. “I think I’ve finally made it as a man.”

“Only took you sixty three years to get there,” she said slyly.

“Hey!” he said, placing a piece down and staring at her. “I’m only sixty two. Don’t be adding years like that until it’s time. I still have a few months to go.”

“My apologies, sweet husband,” she said, smiling as she walked closer and gave him a kiss. “Did you get all the paint as well?”

“Three different shades of pink. And three different shades of purple.”

“So manly,” she whispered, grabbing the front of his shirt and stopping anything he was going to say with another kiss.

When Faith came home, she nearly danced up the steps, seeing all the supplies on the porch.

“Can we start now, Daddy?” she asked, petting Bella who had come to greet her and looking at the cans of paint.

“Sure thing. Let’s get you changed and we can start.”

A large drop cloth was placed on the porch and the four pieces for the garden box were laid out.

“Okay, we need to line them up and nail and screw them together. Alright, my love?” Mulder asked Faith and she nodded solemnly, her hand on her hammer. Scully smiled at her look of determination and let out a contented sigh.

The wood was lined up and they all helped to make sure it was secured properly. When it was finished, it was moved out of the way and the next box was made. Once all six were complete, Faith stood in front of them, with her arms crossed and a smile on her face, her hammer hanging from the loop of her overalls again, as Scully took her picture.

“Send it to Raycho and Unco please. And they can show the twins,” Faith said as she looked at the picture. “They will be proud of us.”

Next came the painting of the wood, but only one box of each color was finished and left to dry before it was time for dinner, a bath, and bed.

Mulder was standing on the porch when Scully came downstairs after putting Faith to bed, cuddling her and waiting until she had fallen asleep.

“You better not be doing anything without her,” Scully warned as she stepped out to join him. He smiled as he looked at her and shook his head.

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

“What’re you doing?”

“Just thinking. Throwing the ball for Bella. But mostly thinking.”

“About what?” she asked, stepping closer and wrapping her arms around his waist.

“How different my life turned out to be. In the very best way possible.”

“Mulder,” she whispered, closing her eyes as she laid her head on his chest and tightened her hold on him.

“One wrong turn, Scully. One thing done differently,” he whispered and she exhaled before pulling back and looking up at him.

“Yet here we are,” she said softly.

“Here we are,” he agreed with a smile. “Pink and purple garden boxes and all.”

“Especially those,” she replied, glancing over at them and then back at him.

“Yeah,” he agreed, holding her close and kissing the top of her head. “Especially those.”

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Faith was off school the next day, but Scully had to work. As much as she wished to be home and help with the painting, she had to be at the hospital.

Around lunchtime, while she was in her office eating, she got a message. Opening it, she saw it was a video and she put her headphones in before pushing play. When she did, she watched with a smile the whole way through, her lunch completely forgotten.

“Hi everybody,” Faith said, waving to the camera, once more in her overalls, streaks of paint on them as well as her hands, arms, and face. “Today we finished painting our garden boxes.” She gestured to the large boxes on the drop cloth that had been moved to the grass. “Daddy moved it to the grass so the sun could help dry it faster. It does that because the sun is a source of heat. Heat warms things up and helps to dry them. They should be done soon. Then we will get the… what’s it called again, Daddy?”

“I don’t know what you mean, honey,” Mulder said, though he was not seen in the video.

“The stuff that goes in it,” Faith said, looking up at Mulder as she began twisting her fingers nervously, her expression almost worried.

“You mean the cardboard stuff we talked about?” he offered and she smiled, her hands dropping as she sighed.

“Yeah, that. Thank you, Daddy.”

Scully heard Mulder hum and tears pricked at her eyes, knowing what that hum meant because she felt it too.

“So, after the paint is dry, we’ll carry the boxes to the spot in the grass we picked already. Then we’ll put the cardboard stuff down and put the boxes on top of that. Then we had the… the…” She glanced at Mulder and let out a deep breath.

“The compost.”

“Yeah. The compost. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

She looked down and took a deep breath, then another one. Looking back up, she smiled and Mulder hummed softly again.

“We have to smooth the compost over the cardboard and then when they are all finished, we can start planting right away.”

“That’s right,” Mulder said and Faith nodded. “What will we be planting, honey?”

“We have six, big plant boxes,” she said, showing the size with her arms. “So we’re going to grow a few things like peas and carrots. Tomatoes and basil. Broccoli. Potatoes. Strawberries and leafy lettuce.”

“And this is our first time doing this, so we’re still learning,” Mulder reminded her and she nodded.

“Right. So we’re going to try it and see how it goes.”

“But it will be a beautiful garden either way,” he said and Faith smiled at him.

“Yeah. It will be very beautiful.”

“Okay. You wanna say goodbye now? We’ll have some lunch and get back to it?”

“Bye everyone,” she said, waving at the camera. “Hope you like our garden video.”

The video ended with Mulder chuckling and Scully wiped the tears from her eyes with a smile, aching to see them but knowing she still had a few hours to go.

When she finally pulled up the road, she could see them still out in the garden area, and she stopped the car in the driveway. Leaving everything inside, she got out and walked over to join them, forgetting about the unavoidable combination of tall heels in soft grass.

“Oh,” she said as she got stuck and stumbled slightly. “Haven’t done this in awhile.”

“Ya stuck?” Mulder called out and she could hear the laughter in his voice.

“Just a bit,” she called back, slipping out of her shoes and then pulling them free from the grass. Walking over barefoot, her shoes dangling from her fingers, she smiled at the sight of them.

“Hey, Doc,” he said, glancing at her shoes. “Been awhile, huh?”

“It has,” she agreed, as they shared a smile. He bent his head and kissed her softly, her hand pressed to his chest.

“I’ll piggyback you out when we’re done.”

“Okay,” she laughed, kissing him once more.

“Mommy!” Faith called, running over to her. “Come and see what we’ve done!”

“Show me love,” Scully said, stepping carefully through the cool grass.

Faith showed her all the garden beds laid out along their marked spots, the cardboard sticking out the sides, with compost spread out in only two of the boxes.

“We have to do the rest later because it’s a lot of work,” Faith said, brushing pieces of hair from her face. “And also because the fence people are coming tomorrow.”

“You’ve accomplished so much today, my love. You’ve done so well.”

“Well, it was me and Daddy,” Faith said, looking at Mulder. “He did a lot of work today too. He lifted the huge bag of compost and pushed it over in the wheelbarrow and I got to sit on top of the bag as he pushed.” Faith giggled and Scully smiled.

“It’s a good thing Daddy is so strong,” Scully said, glancing at him and looking him up and down. He shook his head as she licked and then bit her bottom lip. “So very strong.”

“Yeah, he is,” Faith said, tugging on Scully’s hand and pulling her attention away from Mulder. “Look at this too, Mommy.”

It was a tired trio who entered the house twenty minutes later, Scully given the promised piggyback ride as Faith ran beside them laughing hysterically and Bella barked from within the fence line, racing back and forth excitedly.

“You’ve gotten so much done,” Scully said to Mulder as they got into bed and he yawned loudly. “Is it tiring you out?”

“A little at times, but I love it,” he said with a sleepy smile. “Good honest work. Quality time with my girl. Can’t complain about that.”

“No,” Scully agreed, snuggling close to him, his arm going around her. “No, you can’t.”

“Hmm,” he hummed and then yawned again as she closed her eyes with a smile.

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Scully and Faith watched from the porch with Bella, who whined behind the baby gate that was still attached to the porch, as three trucks pulled up and Mulder went to speak to the people who would be installing the garden fence.

Bella barked as she stared through the bottom of the gate, not sure what was happening.

“It’s just the fence people, Bella,” Faith said, sitting beside her and rubbing her ears. “They are going to make it safe for all of us to spend time in the garden. It’s okay, Bells.”

Bella whined and then laid with her head on Faith’s lap, as she continued petting her and soothing her as she explained what was happening.

Scully sat beside Faith, kissing the top of her head and telling her how much she loved her.

“I love you too, Mommy,” Faith said, leaning her head against Scully’s side.

Mulder returned to them, smiling as climbed over the gate and sat on the opposite side of Bella, telling them what the people would be doing.

“They will make the fence and then we can finish the garden,” Faith said as Grey ran up the steps and squeezed through the gate. “Hello, Grey. Are you going to join us?” Grey chirped a meow and laid down in Scully’s lap, purring and kneading against her leg.

At nearly six, the fence was complete and they all walked down to thank the people. Faith gave them all a lollipop from her special stash and the men and women called their thanks as they left.

A portion of the old fence had been cut away and a gate had been added, allowing easier and quicker access to the garden. The new fence was eight feet tall, a light hickory color, and it ran along the driveway, nearly to the edge of the road, and down the other side to meet the previous fence.

The new fence had twenty eight small square cutouts along the top half of each section and a picket fence along the bottom, to help keep out any small and curious animals.

And the best part was that there was only one gate in and out, keeping everyone inside safe and secure.

“It’s like a magic garden,” Faith said as she walked around. “I like it in here.” She spun with her arms out, Bella wagging her tail beside her, and Scully smiled as she watched them.

“A picket fence,” Mulder said softly and Scully quickly turned to look at him. “Remember when we talked about that? Finding a place to stop running? You said you wanted a place with a picket fence. Maybe a dog in the yard.”

“I remember,” she whispered with a nod, thinking about that night under the stars, the idea of any type of home feeling so far away and perhaps unattainable.

“It’s taken a long time. A really long time,” he said. “And it’s not exactly the way I pictured it, but…”

“It’s better,” she said, putting her arms around him. “This is better.” She looked around at the new gate, the halfway finished vegetable garden, and she smiled. “This is beautiful.”

“Only because of the company occupying it,” he said with a smile and she chuckled quietly.

“Sweet talker.”

“I love you,” he said, his expression becoming serious.

“I love you too,” she said, pushing up on tiptoes to kiss him.

“We can finish the garden boxes tomorrow?” Faith asked, her arms going around both of them.

“Absolutely,” Mulder said, pulling back and grabbing her, and then setting her up onto his shoulders.

“Daddy!” she laughed as Mulder smiled and took Scully’s hand to lead them back inside.

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Saturday after breakfast, compost was added to the remaining garden boxes, which was raked and leveled, readying it for planting.

Sunday morning, a large delivery truck carrying dark wood chips was delivered from a local arborist, to be used to create paths to walk on in between the garden beds. The rolls of cardboard that had been used in the garden boxes were laid onto the grass and then wheelbarrow after wheelbarrow of wood chips was placed on top of it.

Faith created a game as they did, pretending to be an ice skating ninja, who must follow the path to her destiny of truth, but kept getting stuck as she waited for the wood chips to be delivered.

“I can’t go forward and must not go back. The evil villain is waiting for me. I will just have to wait here and hope the path magically appears.”

She pretended not to see Mulder as he hurried over, dumping the pile of wood chips in front of her, smoothing them down as he created her much needed path.

Scully, filling buckets at the wood chip pile, to dump into the wheelbarrow, stopped and smiled at Faith as she danced, kicked and punched the air, and skated on the chips.

“She has such a great imagination,” Mulder said as he came back, pouring the buckets into the wheelbarrow.

“She does. Just like you.”

“Hmm, that’s true.” He smiled as he poured in two more buckets and grabbed the handles of the wheelbarrow. “Gotta hurry. I have an ice skating ninja to save.”

Scully laughed as he ran off, hurrying through the gate and down the center of the cardboard covered path.

When the last wood chip had been laid, they all walked around the garden, looking at the job they had accomplished.

“We did it,” Mulder said. “It was a tough job, but we did it.”

“Yeah,” Faith said, nodding as she looked around. “I think it looks great.”

“I second that,” Scully said and Faith frowned as she looked at her.

“What does that mean?”

“It means that I agree with you,” Scully explained with a smile. “Sometimes if an idea, or plan is suggested, it can’t happen until someone says, I second it. That means there are two votes for doing something. You said the garden looked great. And I seconded it. That means even if someone said they didn’t agree, we have two votes and they only have one.” She smiled again and Faith nodded slowly, trying to understand.

“Let me give you an example,” Mulder said as he stretched. “I think we should head inside, wash our hands, have something to eat, and then maybe some ice cream before we start planting the seeds in the garden beds. What do you think, Faithy?” He looked at her with a smile and she grinned back.

“I second it and three it!” she said, Mulder and Scully both laughing.

“Then let’s do it.”

They ate lunch inside, but had their ice cream on the porch, staring out at the new garden.

“We could get some arched trellises,” Mulder said, as he took a bite. “Maybe not for the plants to grow on, but just to look nice. Add some of that magic Faith mentioned the other day.” He glanced at Scully and she nodded with a smile. “And I was thinking of having a small storage bin in the corner. Not anything too tall or large, but something to hold the smaller things like trowels, small shovels, watering cans, gloves… whatever else we might need. That way it’s all in one spot.”

“A good idea,” Scully said, nodding as she took a bite.

“Okay. You almost done, Squatch?” he asked and Faith nodded, eating up the last of her ice cream.

“Here, Bella. You can have some too,” Faith said, setting her bowl down beside her. Bella’s tail thumped happily as she began to lick it clean. “Ready, Daddy.”

“Then let’s get to it.”

By the time the sun was setting, all the seeds had been planted, the beds were watered, and then adorned with markers Faith had made from scraps of wood from the old fence.

Tomatoes and basil were in one bed. Peas and carrots in another. Potatoes and beans in another. Strawberries were on their own. Green leafy lettuce and onions were together. And in the last bed, broccoli and oregano.

“Now we wait,” Mulder said as they walked around looking at the garden beds. “And hope the weather doesn’t get too cold.”

“It’s an experiment,” Scully said, taking his hand. “If it doesn’t work out, what do we do?”

“Try again,” called Faith, as she adjusted the marker labeled strawberries, with a picture of them drawn on it as well. “You have to always try again.”

“That’s right,” Scully agreed, smiling at Faith and squeezing Mulder’s hand as she looked at him. “We’ve never done this, as you said yourself. It’s something new and experimental. We’ll just keep trying if this doesn’t work.”

“Yeah,” he agreed. “It really does look good. A better use than just being an empty field.”

“Agreed,” Scully said with a nod.

“So my idea was a good one,” he said and she paused in her steps to look at him, hearing a change in his voice.

“It was,” she said, looking at him warily and letting go of his hand.

“Well, seeing as it’s done and looks nice, we can revisit the chickens and goats conversation.”

“Mulder,” she hissed, glancing at Faith who had turned her head to look at them.

“Chickens?” she asked excitedly. “Like the baby ones we saw at the garden and pet store? The little yellow and gray ones? They are soooo cute.”

“They are cute, aren’t they?” Mulder asked, smiling as he stared at Scully.

“Mulder,” she warned and he shook his head.

“Garden first, Faithy. That was the promise I made to Mommy. It’s not completely done yet, so I haven’t fulfilled my promise,” he said and Scully nodded her thanks.

“But maybe soon?” Faith asked, walking over to them, her hands in the pockets of her dirt smudged overalls.

“Maybe,” Scully replied, looking at Mulder with a nod. “But let’s give the garden time to grow before we begin clearing space for a chicken coop, okay?”

“Okay,” Mulder and Faith said at the same time, causing Scully to laugh.

“Good,” she said, looking at Mulder again. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” he said, clapping his hands and looking at Faith. “Now, we need to head inside and get you in the tub, you grub. You’re filthy.”

“I’m not a grub,” she protested, brushing her hands on her overalls. “Just my clothes are dirty.”

“So are you, Squatch,” he said, picking her up and quickly turning her to land on his back. “Your turn for a piggyback.” He whinnied as he made sure she was on properly and then he took off at a running gallop as Faith screamed happily.

Scully followed at a slower pace, looking at the pink and purple garden boxes with the markers inside them, written in Faith’s handwriting.

“Alright little seeds,” she said softly, Faith’s laughter carrying back on the evening air. “You gotta grow. We’ve given you the means and the space. Now you do your part. Goodnight.”

She closed the gate and latched it, smiling at the sight of the garden once more before she turned and followed the sound of laughter up the steps and into the house.

#xf fanfic #the x files #msr #love #family life: the story beyond the series #family #happy #gardening #family fluff #domestic life #fluff and happiness #painting #building #domestic fluff

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nerdieforpedro · 1 year ago

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Last Line Tag Game

rules: in a new post, show the last line(s) you wrote (or drew) and tag as many people as there are words (or as many as you like).

Tagged by @tinytinymenace @djarinmuse @chronically-ghosted @pedroshotwifey

So I think I’ll give three last lines, because it’s what I’ve been working on, first up is Din Djarin smut. I was supposed to be writing fluff, between @alltheglitterandtheroar and @megamindsecretlair it changed for the better and teasing is always fun. ☺️

Both arms pull Din’s head to your chest, the sharp inhale of air before he’s buried in your body has you whining. The intensity of just two of this thick fingers have you close to your second orgasm but he removes them, a pop then a second as he mouth part from your nipple. “Taste yourself, then you’ll come twice for me.”

Second is from “This is the Neighboorhood Din” my modern Din AU:

“Dear Lord in heaven I am not dressed or prepared to talk to that sort of man any day.” She muttered as Ms. Harris made her way down the stairs toward her, she hugged her, and her arms wrapped around her as well, eye still lingering on the man sitting on the porch. His sweatpants did not leave much to the imagination. They weren’t tight by any means; one could just trace the lines. Thick thighs and well… heavy in the middle is the most polite way to say it. The only way she can think to describe it while hugging her aunt.

Third, last line from chapter 5 of “The Lake Between Us” (yes I do have future chapters written I planned! Unheard of in Nerdie-land)

“That I did Moonbeam. You should be cautious of my motives, but I can start at the beginning of my troubles for you if you like.” He placed his hand on hers, running up her arm to her shoulder and drew a small circle around her mole. “Be forewarned, the past is neither rosy nor glamorous. It is fraught with hardship, double-crosses and some death.”

Moonbeam grinned, nodding as he spoke, “Sounds like a thriller Ezra. I’m all ears. Add a dash of romance and some mistaken identity and you have yourself a movie marathon.”

“I’m sure you’d be riveted to hear it.”

“That I would.” Moonbeam crosses her legs and leans forward, touching his chin with a finger, “Speak.”

Lastly, I might be trying finish my Dave York series finally. 👀 Or one of them, though I’m not sure all of them are on Tumblr. I think I write too much stuff and it get’s jumbled. This is a softer Dave:

At her core, Kiara felt safe with him. It hurt to admit though she wasn’t exactly sure why, pride maybe? Maybe she wanted to continue to be independent but she hadn’t been for a few months now.

No. Not when she really thought about it.

Her head was leaning against the steering wheel, the nurse had seen his SUV parked in the driveway. Dave pretty much lived with her now, though she didn’t remember giving him a key. He hadn’t needed a key their first night together either.

I’m also working on “Roc & Doc” and crafting the murder mystery since I killed off Rockford’s partner and introduced his brother. What role will his brother play? We’ll see. Also, if you’re going to be a furry for the night, make sure you can in and out of your suit. 😎

Chapter 5 of “Weddings 101 with Dieter” is under way as well. I want a lot to be in it, might be too much. We’ll see how it turns out, also smut because Dieter’s gotta get Maya’s dress off - he did promise her that. 😘 Half-ass and Bridezilla are in full swing!

It’s a lot like always because it’s Nerdie, what else am I supposed to do? Too many ideas, not enough follow-through. I did four instead of three. 😵

NPT: @maggiemayhemnj @morallyinept @rhoorl (for the sweatpants) @linzels-blog for Din @inept-the-magnificent @soft-girl-musings @angelofsmalldeath-codeine @magpiepills @secretelephanttattoo @goodwithcheese @undercoverpena @legendary-pink-dot @for-a-longlongtime @lady-bess @mysterious-moonstruck-musings @gemmahale @laurfilijames @avastrasposts @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin @tightjeansjavi @frenchiereading @boliv-jenta @thefrogdalorian @trulybetty @kewwrites @beefrobeefcal @fhatbhabie

And whoever else saw all this and was like, let me do it too! ☺️

#last line tag #last line challenge #last line game #pedro pascal characters #fanfiction #pedro pascal #pedro pascal fanfiction #din djarin #dieter bravo #tim rockford #ezra prospect #wips #wip

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sasster · 1 year ago

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Getaway

Don’t know how we got here, but! Here we are. If you see typos, no you didn’t. [Doc]

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Dreams, for those who have them, are an unappreciated gift. Because the prophet does not possess the ability to conjure his own, ironic as that might be all things considered, he must stick to rooting in the minds of others so that he may steal theirs. This way he can, for a moment, drift off into a sweet fantasy and leave the headache of the waking world behind him. Heaven knows he has had no shortage of headaches recently; Mettling Roatuses, handsy fathers, and whiny bratty godlings included.

The process is a simple one, Cylion need only enter a sort of meditation, push away his own thoughts, and allow the constant vibrations of the unconscious minds that surround him to cross the threshold of his own consciousness. The ones he has made a visit to in the past buzz at a higher frequency in an attempt to lull him into the security of a familiar mind, when he chooses to reach beyond them, he finds the tentative hum of dreamers that have not had the pleasure of hosting him. In times of boredom, he would follow that thread as far as it went and test the outer limits of his dream hopping and mending.

Neither business nor boredom brought him here, though, so he lays in his bed and chews on the decision of where to go while his mind begins to flood with the hopes, aspirations, dread, and regret of the people around him. Mostly followers, he thinks, and the last thing he wants to waste his freetime on is Nymira’s following fawning over her.

He has had quite enough of fawning over Nymira these days. Ugh, the thought is nearly enough to throw his focus off altogether. Thankfully, he doesn’t get to dwell on that idea for too long before something interesting draws his attention. A mind that he visited in the past but has not seen in some time reveals itself to him.

In practicing to be the perfect prophet for the mutant dreamer, Cylion had become very good at picking out whose thoughts he would find himself swimming in. Magical to an observer, but to him it is as much a science as picking up color coded folders and knowing which one is math and which one is history. Only a moron could mistake the psyche of someone like Somnia for, say, Nymira.

Motivations change the flavor, experience influences the color.

The mind that reaches out to him vibrates at a frequency not dissimilar to his own fathers. A vile mind, steeped in the sort of cruelty that is somehow mindless let calculated at the same time. Such a mind that a more timid man might want to keep it miles away, but Cylion’s curiosity is only piqued; Minds do not just drop off of the grid once he has mingled with them, barring death, and they certainly do not crop back up out of nowhere either.

Something tells him he knows exactly who it belongs to even before he starts to dig into it.

“I wonder what the devil dreams of.” He muses to himself, which is the same as speaking out loud when in this state.

The rest of the vibrating bubbles of consciousness melt away in sync with the bed as he negotiates communication with the mind of his new subject, he has no intention of fabricating so he allows the scene to wash over him. The ceiling is replaced by the thick canopy of a forest, it brings along with it the smell of wet earth. Towering trees crowd his vision, save for a path that leads down to a clearing meant for a large building. Nearby running water completes the scene and it is all draped in a thick curtain of melancholy.

One man’s longing is another man’s relaxation, it seems.

Cylion finds his legs and sets off down the path towards the clearing, the satisfying crunch of leaves under his feet is more clear to him than anything he’d stumbled in on a whim before.

At the clearing he finds the purple blood, unmoving and staring wordlessly out in front of him. When the dreamer is certain that his visitor is within earshot, he speaks.

“He dreams of home.” Persep answers his question, turning to face him on the approach. “Or what is left of it.”

Not entirely surprised to see the man, but somehow put off by the sight of him without his face paint and stitches, as though he’d expected the man to dream himself in that state, Cylion raises both of his eyebrows. Then his lips quirk into a smile.

“Are you trying to get sympathy from me?” He comes to stand directly beside him. “That’s rich.”

“I am only answering your question. You’re visiting me, after all. What are you running from, Holy One?”

Cylion makes a face that causes Persep to flash him with a quick grin.

“Not so holy then? It’s rare that you imagine yourself without the flower these days. Isn’t it part of the holy look?”

The yellow blood sucks his teeth and rolls his eyes while Persep, ever the lucid dreamer, materializes a replica sunflower in his hand. Cylion digs the tip of his toes into the earth mindlessly.

“This divinity shit is so frustrating.”

“Imagine the real thing. It’s a bitch.”

“Hard pass.”

Persep lets out a bark of a laugh, turning the flower over in his hands. “Cowardice earns you nothing.”

“Courage burns your hive down?”

“Something like that. You didn’t answer my question.”

“Hm?”

“What are you running from that you’ve found your solace with the devil?” He asks again, humored.

Cylion heaves out a sigh and drops to sit with his legs crossed, staring at the space where the puppet master’s home used to live and admiring the detail of the fire singed grass.

“I don’t know. Everything?”

#coko writes sometimes #cylion #persep #long post

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arpmemething2 · 2 years ago

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Loony Tunes Sentence Starters

Send one for my muse’s reaction. Feel free to change pronouns as needed.

“It’s supply and demand! They supply the ghost, and I demand the money!”

“And remember, 'mud' spelled backwards is 'dum'.”

"Go ahead! I’d love to see the audience boo you off the stage!”

“Consider yourself as lucky because you are getting another chance from me to draw a gun.”

“Go on! Shoot me again! I enjoy it! I love the smell of burnt feathers and gunpowder and cordite!”

“Jumpin' without a parachute? Kinda dangerous, ain't it?”

“Don’t think it hasn’t been a little slice of heaven…’cause it hasn’t!”

“I do so enjoy observing the flora and fauna of that tiny planet.”

“I knew I shoulda taken that left turn at Albuquerque!”

“You know, sometimes me conscience bothers me… but not this time.”

“It just goes to show ya that a one-eyed jack rabbit can beat a king.”

“I didn’t say I would be nice. I said I would try. It was too hard.”

"He’s about as sharp as a bowling ball."

"What's up doc?"

“Oh dear, now I shall suppose I have to use force.”

“Help me, please. I’m too moist and tender to retire.”

“Okay Okay I'm shuttin' up. Why should I continue to keep yappin' when I'm told to shut up. I'm not the kind that don't know when to stop.”

“Ho! Ha-ha! Guard! Turn! Parry! Dodge! Spin! Ha! Thrust!”

“I wonder what the poor bunnies are doing this season?”

“Don’t take life too seriously. You’ll never get out alive!”

"What a perfect time for me to go on a diet."

“When I say whoa, I mean whoa!”

“Brace yourself for immediate disintegration.”

“I don't want to be grown up anymore.”

"You wasted a wish! I wish that burrito was stuck on your big dumb nose!"

“Carrots are devine… You get a dozen for a dime, It’s maaaa-gic!”

“The way I run this thing you'd think I knew something about it.”

"Sssshh... Be vewwy quiet. I'm hunting wabbit!"

"Champagne nights, tropical music and a heavy bank account!"

"Thufferin' thuccotash!"

“I’m in my own little word. But it’s okay, they know me here.”

"You rack'n frack'n varmint!"

“Oh, drat these computers. They’re so naughty and so complex. I could pinch them.”

"Well, it's 5 o'clock somewhere."

“Do you happen to know what the penalty is for shooting a fricaseeing rabbit without a fricaseeing rabbit license?”

“Wait! I haven’t tried toadying, kowtowing and butt-kissing yet! I’m still begging here!”

"Cats don't lay eggs. There's something screwy here."

"Of course you realize, this means war."

"His muscles are as soggy as a used teabag."

“I know this defies the law of gravity, but I never studied law!”

"Looks like the boy genius is tryin' to show me up."

"It was a terrible storm, the boat wocked and worked up one wave and down the other."

"You're despicable."

"If you're gonna be two-faced sweetie, then atleast make one of them pretty!"

"F-f-first they told me to lose the stutter now they tell me Im not funny anymore. "

“Well, what did you expect in an opera? A happy ending?”

"That's all folks!"

"I don’t know the meaning of the word fear!"

"Beep beep!"

"I don't ask questions, I just have fun."

"Hungry!"

“Just when I’m getting used to the voices in my head, one of them starts stuttering.”

"Say your prayers!"

“Me? Normal? How dare you insult me like that?”

"You know, it is possible to be too attractive."

"I am positive, I am mental and I know I have attitude.”

“I’m not like other people, I can’t stand pain, it hurts me.”

"I tawt I taw a puddy tat!"

“Well, what do you know … there’s the little Wiener Schnitzel now.”

“If you’re happy and you know it, you're probably annoying someone who isn’t.”

"This is gonna cause more confusion than a mouse in a burlesque show!"

"Who's responsible for this unwarranted attack on my person?"

“I'll be scared later. Right now I'm too mad.”

“If an interesting monster can’t have an interesting hairdo I don’t know what this world is coming to.”

“You say the Loch Ness Monster is living in your jacuzzi? Well, call Roto-Rooter!”

“I hate it when people are at you house and ask, ‘hey do you have a bathroom?’ No not at all...”

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gemmahale · 10 months ago

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Hiii! For the writers ask my question for you is: what keeps you on track when working out a story? Especially a story with intricate details that will pan out way later in the game?

Talk Shop Tuesday!

Ooh. This is a convoluted answer.

I have a summary at the top of my working document. Sometimes this has 2-3 iterations in bullet points, sometimes it's a few paragraphs, it kind of depends on what mood I'm in while I'm drafting. Sometimes it's a scribbled 3 sentence clusterfuck I have to decode.

All my key info is kept in the summary/character profiles near the top of the document for easy reference.

If I have a conversation about it in Discord or DM's I'll try and screengrab/summarize the takes from there too (or I'll search them if I need to.)

I also probably rely far too much on my own memory too. 😅 Does that mean I've lost some things? Sure, but it also means that I have new ideas that integrate much more smoothly. (Tagging things on Tumblr with the specific WIP tag and #Insipration or #Reference helps too.)

Now, if I were writing by hand, and not digitally? A lot of post-it notes, a journal with too many highlighters, and a corkboard with a lot of yarn. 😅

Spoilers below the cut. Pass at your own risk. Includes Reference to:

Museum Muse + Righteous Fury

Feylands

Bury the Lede

Headers in Google Docs has been (and continues to be) the easiest way for me to navigate a story.

Take Museum Muse/Righteous Fury for Example. This is in my "Working Document" where I keep important information to reference later. V1 and V2 have two different POV's in it, for example.

And this is in the working document for Righteous Fury. Chapters, then scenes, and scraps at the end.

In Feylands, in contrast:

But I have key info about all of the characters (though this has now changed and needs to be revised - oops) under their names. I have a direct line to the setting to make sure I get my information straight if I need to make a reference. (Tbh, this is a shoddy example because I need to clean it up and streamline the thoughts - but that's neither here nor there. It's a mess in my head and on paper until I write lol.)

Now, when it comes to long-term planning? Ehhhh...there's a reason I don't publish work until I'm happy with the whole story for the most part. That gives me the chance to go back, nudge details, account for something that'll pay off in spades later, make sure that my clues are set in the right place, etc.

With some stories, I'm running on vibes alone and I don't really have a plot sorted out. I spend time exploring the characters (Feylands has little blurbs for every character that I tweak as I find things out about them, for example), until a story begins to develop. Or I'll write as far as I can and then noodle on it for a while. (Sorry, Bury the Lede, I just can't figure out how to get into the next part yet.)

Usually I have the general plot (What if x happens? Shenanigans. is my go to.) figured out though. Specific details don't pay off until I'm writing and then it's a matter of rereading what I have and relying on my (sometimes questionable) memory/notes.

I told you it was convoluted, lol.

#gemma rambles #gemma writes fanfic #gemma answers #gemma talks wips #Talk Shop Tuesday #WraithDance #Feylands WIP #Museum Muse WIP #Righteous Fury WIP #Bury the Lede WIP

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cullkestis-archive · 2 years ago

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jcink rper here - i read your callout. it paints you in a bad light, honestly, the whole thing comes off as friends having a falling out and you airing dms that should have stayed private. towards the end it was clear you were writing your messages for the benefit of an audience, because you knew you were going to screenshot that convo to hell and back. so you ran this person out of your community, fine. can't you give a person room to grow and change? if you don't like or trust them, just block them and move on.

this ask is in reference to this post

meant to answer this sooner but i went to bed and then i was out all day. if this was a falling out ONLY there would not be at least 20 people she has affected. when i wrote that doc i was really pissed off and petty, as a lot of us were but i had many people come to me with similar experiences which i think is telling. they can come forward and share theirs in their own posts or the replies on this one but i also respect if they don't want to out themselves to possibly be harassed or to have to rehash their traumas. this is my experience and i'm not going to share others without permission. if i sounded like a whiney little bitch in my doc or my screenshots then whatever. i was valid in my feelings. i'm always here to give a person room to grow and change but how can you grow and change from something you won't acknowledge ?? growing and changing would mean apologizing and acknowledging your wrongs because that shows evolution of character. i never asked for castor to get death threats, i never wished ill upon her but running away instead of owning up to the bad shit you did is not showing any type of character development. we are all in this community to literally write characters and it seems like most of us can understand that in that context but not in the context of us interacting with each other out of character. as for me wanting an audience, i don't know where you got that from. when i approached castor initially about how she was acting i had already spoken to several people who felt the same. that she inserting herself where she didn't belong and being very hyper-focused on only things that would benefit her or give her attention on top of the insurmountable attention she already got from her followers, members of her servers and the people who paid to access her content. i have like 40 followers on this blog because it's a newer one. anyone that knows me knows i usually make a whole new blog every 1-2 years because it inevitably gets cluttered. i couldn't give less of a damn about followers or any type of audience. i reblog musings and character shit here, thats pretty much it. as for me taking a shitload of screenshots ?? absolutely i do. i've been in this community for 10+ years. i need to be able to back myself up and compile evidence if needed. that's not a crime. i've ran rps, i've adminned, i've modded, i've had people stalk me, share my personal information and turn people on me for no reason other than me cutting them for my own mental health and wellbeing. i've never wished them ill, i've usually left the door open for apologies or for genuine asks for help. i was friends with castor for like two years and we talked every day, she wasn't like this when i met her but that's how it always is when you meet people. they usually seem fine but when you get to know them and they start to get comfortable around you they start to show their true colors. vetting everyone you meet shouldn't have to be a trait that's ingrained into you and it wasn't so thats why i didn't vet her when i met her. again, i shouldn't have to. we should believe we can give people the benefit of the doubt to not be horrible but clearly we cannot.

this was longer than i meant for it to be but i could just block her and move on but i feel like if i can try to shield people in any way from her behavior, then, i should. so again, this is simply a warning. everyone can do whatever they want, i'm not telling anyone what to do. it's only advice.

this ask and one more will be all i'll be posting in the tags regarding this because i won't want to clutter the tags with it.

#rpc #rpt #anonymous

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writemywalks · 4 months ago

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Storage runs out of space and the Google docs where I used to note down my grief crisis, clocked out and bid me goodbye. These last 6 years has been humbling, evolving, a continuous lesson of how to live with the unchangeable.

Undergoing through a spine surgery is not something you're mentally prepared. Nowhere in my daydreams or student's book homework you would have seen me writing down anything with the words "I don't mind going through whatever as long as it's worth it".

This might rub off the wrong way but there's no redeemable quality of getting rows and screws on your back, there's no resilience story worth-telling because the life you had doesn't exist anymore. Your body is not your body - I was sleep-induced and I woke up to another version of myself. It was like waking up to a sleep paralysis but in this case you never shake off the feeling.

Nonetheless, for some force of the universe and probably a rule set by God, those are times you see things with different eyes - the next person, what you took for granted and ocasionally, as a gift placed on your lap, you get lively almost set-in inspirations. I found myself thinking once you feel like yourself again, you'll catch up on that writing. Inspired among many things, by my muse.

There's something about having pending dreams to come true - there's an unspoken magic where everything remains possible. Minus your old-dancer-days spine but hey! dreams are still much alive right? I was set to recover, finish writing and once for all show my muse everything he had inspired me to write and do.

It was the distant light saying "you're almost there"

Yet life sometimes has a way to it and sadly, being sensitive makes the blunt crash against the ground double the impact. Sad times change you and having a healthier body has the physical benefits. You can travel, go out with your friends, get on kayak and maybe, write.

Sensitivity and having a very vivid childhood made me realize my observant nature has always appointed me to the art of writing. The words pierced, the anxious knotted the stomach but the firsts real-life slaps kinda set the deal and gave me a trial test of the quota of suffer we all get on this earth.

My grandma, my unsung heroine, throughout my childhood years had ingrained her life anecdotes in me through storytelling. There was no Christmas where her stories wouldn't have us crackling at her punch lines. She could make an attempt of pulling a trigger against herself be decorated with the color mechanism of laughter, bitter sense of humour and resilience.

In this case her magic didn't skip a generation and I was born into a family with a father who were him to be a larger-than-life persona, he'd be just himself. Even in times when stripped from dignity, my father has always been gift of being a light in my life. I don't need to look up to any superstar because he's a human who's sensitive enough to not question my reveries.

Pride is found on the small things and throughout my life, I'd pride myself going against the wind. I loved feeling I choose left when everyone chose right, without knowing both ways sometimes lead to the same ending.

Sometimes I feel the body has memory. It senses being held despite not remembering. It stores in some part of the brain the fleeting of everything and my body has always been aware of the goodness of my cuz and which lead us to the following: mirror lives find their ways to each other?

The fated evolvement of the meeting again was so subtled, crafted and timed that writing about us, my childhood, the injustice of my ancestors was just a way to bring everything to life. The voice they never had, my observant behaviour as a kid and the adventures we shared and we were yet to share together.

As I quoted on my diary, I'm never going to turn his passing into poetic form because loses are not stories to be romanticized, if they can ever be. Leaving aside the significance in the bigger picture of someone having thousands of dreams yet to become true is that, nowhere is promised anything is fated.

Writing was just an escape from life, and our lives had been storytelling-worthy enough for me to make a craft out of it but what else to that. Years go by and the grief does subside but at some points it just weakens me again. I'm again feeling defeated. Maybe I don't get as sick as I did before but I go through those zombie states weeks where life doesn't make sense.

Dreamers are supposed to reach their goals. Writers are supposed to have their muses watching over them while sharing the stories to the world.

Life if it were to have any meaning is to make us realize we're all the same, and injustice will keep happening. Exploitation will still be the way the world works and it's up to us to not become frustrated because the world is how it is.

We all have our quotas of pain. Some may seem that their quotas are even bigger than the neighbor next door and I wish I knew why but life so far has granted more questions than answers

I was stripped from my devoting love for dancing and now being a writer, I wouldn't want it to have any other way but as we all do once in a while I have to burry my dreams to let it's seed become into something new.

#I'm not going to hashtag my surgery #Writing #Life #grief

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spellbcok · 2 years ago

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post 𝐇𝐖𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝟏𝟔 muse updates

so updates plus some new connection ideas. these updates will eventually be added to my doc when i feel like spending a day editing pages.

anastasia, calleigh, euntak, liv, lydia, sabrina, & yuri : nothing of note.

anya jenkins

currently seeking self defense classes. preferably of the free variety or an exchange of some sort that is not monetary.

owner has been mia, so anya has taken over the magic box. who cares about things like taxes and ownership and blah blah blah. would love employees or regular customers.

chloe decker

after the maze chloe came home and found trixie in bed as if it was perfectly normal and she had always been here.

she's 10 here and is aware that there's something afoot.

looking for a babysitter. she's very perceptive, is not above blackmailing for a buck or a slice of chocolate cake, and is prone to leaving the house unannounced and giving chloe a heart attack.

tak dongkyung

this maze opened her eyes to supernatural and otherworldly beings.

researched the hell out of werewolves via dramas and books, so she is now (obviously) an expert on the topic lmao.

her curiosity has piqued and now she's wandering around dc trying to witness more of these beings.

would love some supernatural/paranormal being connections. warning: she might annoy them to death with excessive questions.

ryu hongjoo

teetering between a mental breakdown and numbing herself from everything.

witnessed two people she cares for die, one of them even died twice.

she suffered quite a bit in this event. it's her first introduction to how things are in this town as well.

she'll bounce back, she always does, but the enthusiasm she had with being her has definitely diminished.

she runs a restaurant / unofficial women's shelter so if anyone's muses need a job with room and board, this is the place.

lorelai gilmore

lorelai became unaware.

the core of her is still the same. still loves coffee, still says the most ridiculous shit and is still a commitment-phone (probably even more so).

the biggest change is that she has no memory of rory or being a mother.

since being a mom was the biggest motivator for her to leave the control of her parents', lorelai is not as independent from her parents anymore. she rebelled and runaway and detested everything about them, but she still followed their every rule and demand and image of what her life should be.

she had her coming out, graduated high school, went to a prestigious university, got a business degree. present day she even spends some weekends going on whatever blind date her mother sets up and sabotages each and every one.

the inn is also inherited from her parents. a "starter" business project they called it. she actually likes running the place, though, so it's not the worst torture they've put her through.

possible connections: employees (always looking for these), blind dates (past who have a bad impression of her now or upcoming), friends/exes/flings elitist parents would disapprove of (from the past or present day).

nora grey

died but memories were not affected (at least not in the dc aware/unaware way).

after dying it brought up the memories of her constantly almost dying in patch's presence, his confession that he tried to kill her, and she remembers what they are: him a fallen angel, her a nephilim.

so, nora now remembers up until the end-ish of book 1. she remembers sacrificing herself then waking up in dc.

she doesn't know patch saved her back in maine, so she believes she died and ended up here somehow.

son yeonseo

yeonseo also died and didn't have her memories affected.

but that's basically the only noteworthy thing that happened.

not much changed for her afterwards (aside from some guilt toward one particular person). technically, she's already undead so dying again and having nothing happen to her is something to easily get over.

to be even more technical, in her mind she thinks she is undead as she doesn't know she is half human and was born that way, not created like normal vampires.

muses who are in need of more plots: anastasia, calleigh, liv, & hongjoo.

if anything mentioned is of interest or you'd generally just like to plot feel free to like this post and i'll msg you here or on discord if you are in the server!

#002.dongkyung #002.yeonseo #002.anya #002.chloe #002.lorelai #002.nora #002.hongjoo #000.ooc #death mention tw #children mention tw

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heygutlcssa · 2 years ago

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The Ultimate Relationship Tag

Send ‘✩’ for the following: (VALENTINA & DOC) @whatsbehindthefacade

Disagreements:

Who is more likely to raise their voice? Val

Who threatens to leave but never actually does? Neither

Who actually keeps their word and leaves? If Val makes a threat she keeps it but they never walk out on each other

Who trashes the house? Neither, though both have had so many kids in the store as well as their apartment upstairs that if there is a mess, it's from one of the neighborhood kids

Do either of them get physical? Val has chased kids with her broom and with her shoe when she was younger, but never hit anybody. Doc is too sweet for violence.

How often do they argue/disagree? Not that often. Its usually Val who gets in a huff and Doc who diffuses it as soon as he gets a chance to talk.

Who is the first to apologise? Val. Doc has done nothing wrong in his life. Ever.

Sex:

NOPE. VAL SAYS NOPE THAT'S PRIVATE

Family:

Do your muses plan on having children/or have children? They have no kids of their own, having gotten married to Doc in 1919 when Val was 38. There was another life for her in Puerto Rico but opening the drug store together in 1920 is where she's convinced her life started. the kids from the neighborhood are their children, and they have raised so many together, through thick and thin.

If so, how many children do your muses want/have? Val doesn't talk about if she had biological kids, and only Doc knows if she did before she married him him, but if they do talk about kids, its the kids of the neighborhood and you can't cap how many of them they want.

Who is the favorite parent? depends on the child!

Who is the authoritative parent? Val

Who is more likely to allow the children to have a day off school? Doc.

Who lets the children indulge in sweets and junk food when the other isn’t around? Doc

Who turns up to extra curricular activities to support their children? They both do if the kids invite them.

Who goes to parent teacher interviews? N/A

Who changes the diapers? Val would and has, right on the counter of her store.

Who gets up in the middle of the night to feed the baby? N/A

Who spends the most time with the children? Both.

Who packs their lunch boxes? Both

Who gives their children ‘the talk’? Val.

Who cleans up after the kids? Both.

Who worries the most? Val, but she has Doc to ground her. the kids who need them the most usually have it the hardest.

Who are the children more likely to learn their first swear word from? probably Val.

Affection:

Who likes to cuddle? Doc.

Who is the little spoon? Val

Who gets naughty in the most inappropriate of places? its not really naughty anymore, but Doc does the teasing because it gets Val blushing and laughing.

Who struggles to keep their hands to themself? Val. She's always looking for an excuse to be near him. kisses, straightening his tie/bow tie, etc.

How long can they cuddle until one becomes uncomfortable? Who gives the most kisses? 30 minutes, then Val needs to move. She gets very hot.

What is their favourite non-sexual activity? Running the store and the soap operas on the radio.

Where is their favourite place to cuddle? Sitting room sofa or in bed.

Who is more likely to playfully grope the other? Doc.

How often do they get time to themselves? never. they are always together. Espeically in the early days when Val couldn't speak English. it was a lot of pointing and tugging on him for help.

Sleeping:

Who snores? Doc

If both do, who snores the loudest? Doc

Do they share a bed or sleep separately? Share a bed. After he dies Val can't sleep in it anymore. Its not right without him.

If they sleep together, do they cozy up together or lay far apart? Who talks in their sleep? cosy up together. Doc mumbles a little bit and Val will wake up and tell him to quit it.

What do they wear to bed? traditional pjs and a nightie

Are either of your muses insomniacs? only if one of the kids is staying over or sick. Val can't sleep if any of her kids is unwell.

Can sleeping pills be found by the bedside? once in a while, since they do own a pharmacy. in the old days, doc rolled the pills himself.

Do they wrap their limbs around each other or just lay side by side? Who wakes up with bed hair? it depends on the night/

Who wakes up first? Val.

Who prepares breakfast in bed for the other? They eat down in the store, just in case one of the neighborhood kids comes eearly and needs something.

What is their favourite sleeping position? any form of spooning

Who hogs the sheets? Doc.

Do they set an alarm each night? yes.

Can a television be found in their bedroom? no. that's a waste of money.

Who has nightmares? Val.

Who has ridiculous dreams? Doc. He tells them to her to make her bad dreams less scary.

Who sprawls out and takes up most of the bed? Doc.

Who makes the bed? Val.

What time is bed time? between 9 and midnight.

Any routines/rituals before bed? the read the newspaper together and have a snack before bed.

Who’s the grumpiest when they wake up? Doc.

Work:

Who is the busiest? Val.

Who rakes in the highest income? Doc, because its his store.

Are any of your muses unemployed? No

Who takes the most sick days? Doc has to force Val to take sick days.

Who is more likely to turn up late to work? Val because look look! the babies. her kids come first and she will march the little ones up to their apartment to get their clothes clean, face washed, and some toast. there used to be a very long line throughout the 1930s of kids just showing up solely to be fed and taken care of. Val got a lot more possessive of her boys during the 40s since many of them did not come back home after the war.

Who sucks up to their boss? Doc is the boss.

What are their jobs? Doc is a pharmecist and owner of the store. Val is the store manager because she says so.

Who stresses the most? Val

Do your muses enjoy or despise their careers/occupations? they love their job.

Are your muses financially stable? yes. they bought the entire building in the mid-40s so they wouldn't have to pay rent anymore. they rent out the upper floors for storage. Val schmoozed the electric and water company to turn those off on the upper floors to save money.

Home:

Who does the washing? Val

Who takes out the trash? Doc

Who does the ironing? Val

Who does the cooking? Val

Who is more likely to burn the house down just trying? Doc.

Who is messier? both? like its normal living clutter. They clean on sundays when the store is closed.

Who leaves the toilet roll empty? Doc . Val gets on his case ALL THE TIME

Who leaves their dirty clothes on the floor? Doc. Val is the one who picks them up and puts them in the hamper

Who forgets to flush the toilet? neither

Who is the prankster around the house? they like to look for and try out little toys and magazines to sell in the store, but nothing that would be practical joking on each other.

Who loses the car keys when it comes time to go somewhere? Who mows the lawn? they don't own a car.

Who answers the telephone? Val

Who does the vacuuming? Val

Who does the groceries? Doc does. He gets it delivered to the store once a week. this started due to Val language barrier and now its just a normal practice for them

Who takes the longest to shower? neither.

Who spends the most time in the bathroom? Doc does.

Miscellaneous:

Is money a problem? no, not until Doc dies anyway and the slum commitee is formed.

How many cars do they own? none

Do they own their home or do they rent? used to rent, now own

Do they live near the coast or deep in the countryside? neither. they live in the city

Do they live in the city or in the country? city

Do they enjoy their surroundings? For the most part. They've lived through most of the neighborhood life and watched it become classified as a slum.

What’s their song? Meet Me Tonight in Dreamland - Henry Burr

What do they do when they’re away from each other? they never are away from each other

Where did they first meet? between 64th and 65th street.

How did they first meet? Doc saw her crossing the street and did a 180 to go back and talk to her. He almost got hit by a horse cart and that was the reason she turned around.

Who spends the most money when out shopping? they have a budget

Who’s more likely to flash their assets? neither

Who finds it amusing when the other trips over? neither

Any mental issues? no

Who’s terrified of bugs? Val

Who kills the spiders around the house? doc does at val's request, though he tries to simply let them go out the window if he can

Their favourite place? their store.

Who pays the bills? Doc

Do they have any fears for their future? As long as they are together there is no fear. after his death and the coming demolition Val is very scared of being forced to sell her home. she's lived all her life there. if it goes, then so does that life. Its all she has left of her husbamd

Who’s more likely to surprise the other with a fancy dinner? Doc is.

Who uses up all of the hot water? Doc does and Val gets on his case because that costs Money!

Who’s the tallest? Doc

Who’s more likely to just randomly hop into the shower with the other? listen val doesn't want anyone to fall so its a single person in the shower but if doc wants to sit on the toilet seat and chat while she's in there she doesn't mind it one bit.

Who wanders around in their underwear? neither

Who sings the loudest when singing along to the radio? both do.

What do they tease each other about? language barrier and inside jokes

Who is more likely to cringe at the other’s fashion sense at times? neither.

Do they have mutual friends? yes

Who crushed first? doc did

Any alcohol or substance related problems? No

Who is more likely to stumble home, drunk, at 3am? Who swears the most? neither. Val would kill him if he tried.

#whatsbehindthefacade #c: Val #ˢᵉᶰᵈ ᵃ ʳᵃᵛᵉᶰ ║ asks

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jinhyun · 3 years ago

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—psycho.

pairing: hwang hyunjin x reader

genre: pining, fluff kinda, slight angst, college au, dance major hyunjin, art major reader

word count: over 3.0k i think (google docs failed me and i had to write half of it straight on tumblr lol)

summary: visiting hyunjin at the dance studio ended up giving you mixed feelings you were most certainly not prepared for.

a/n: ahhh, so sorry once more for taking so long to update!! but well, you know the reason why i was absent for over a week lol. for anyone who might be new here, this is part fifteen of my social media au watercolor! if you're following my story you must know by now that shin ryujin is my muse for it, so if you're interested in the dance i mention in this part just look up "ryujin look what you made me do dance cover" on youtube and you'll find it. as in for hyunjin's, i'm sure you all already know what dance i'm talking about lol.

this is not proofread, so if you see me change anything as you read, no you didn't<3

i hope you guys enjoy! i would love to read your thoughts and chat!!

You had never been in your college's dance studio like this before. Every single time you had come over had been to see one of your friends, whether it was Chae or Minho, and lately Felix as well — all of them with the hope of getting to see Hyunjin, and maybe even spend some time with him, of course.

Ever since you met Hyunjin, you had to look for excuses to talk to him, and to be with him. You might have been obvious as hell about your feelings for him, but it didn't matter to you as long as you got to be with him. And now that you had become friends with Felix, it had all become so much easier. You suddenly didn't need to look for excuses anymore —which didn't stop you from doing so altogether—, for you would always get to see him around one way or another thanks to your now shared circle of friends.

However, getting to spend some alone time with him was rare, to the point you would jump at any possibility you got.

Hyunjin would never really ask you to go alone with him somewhere, for he didn't want to be mistaken for a couple, like you had already been mistaken for a few months ago — which ended up with him pushing you away and avoiding you like never before.

Until that night at the pub, when he asked you to go to the store around the corner with him, so you could get ice cream for all your friends. You thought that would be as close as you would ever get to him, but then a few days later he walked you home, that embarrassing morning you woke up in his roommate's bedroom. And it didn't stop there, for then a week later he told you to go on a walk at the Han river, so you could give Chae and Seungmin some privacy.

Moving forward to last week when he invited you for coffee after lunch, just the two of you.

And now this.

You had played it hard at first, making it seem like you weren't dying inside when he told you he wanted you to visit him that evening. Truth was, even then, when you were acting like you would have to think about whether you were coming or not, you knew damn well you would.

You could only thank God he had asked you through texts, otherwise he would've caught on the way you had visibly freaked out.

Dropping your bag on the floor next to the burgundy wall of the dance studio, you looked around in awe, a part of you still not believing Hyunjin had asked you to go see him there that evening. After over a year of coming here to watch him from afar —every now and then getting to actually talk to him if you were lucky enough—, you could not believe you for once were here at his own request.

Checking the time on your phone, you sighed at the realisation that you had made it there twenty minutes earlier. The excitement of getting to see him must've been too much.

With no other choice but waiting, and having the studio all to yourself, you couldn't help but run to the speaker so you could connect your phone to it and play some music to dance to in the meantime.

All your life, dancing had been your biggest hobby. You remembered doubting the major you were pursuing because of it, and how happy Cherry was at the thought of having you as her classmate once more after high school. After all, the two of you were the headliners of every single dance presentation back then, and every competition your school had made it to as well. The difference was that, while dancing was Chaeryeong's life, to you it was just that, a hobby.

Of course, it didn't seem like it whenever you danced.

You were mindlessly dancing to anything that came on shuffle for a while, just feeling yourself and enjoying having the dance studio all to your own for once. Maybe you should do this more often, it was a public space in campus after all.

The sound of a Taylor Swift song you knew very well coming through the speakers had seemed to turn on a switch on you, though. It was the song you had self-choreographed and rehearsed over and over for your and Chaeryeong's last presentation at school before graduating, where each of you had a solo, and your time to shine just happened to be to Look What You Made Me Do.

You remembered how hesitant you had been at first, not knowing if you would be able to pull off a song like that, yet wanting to challenge yourself one last time. You were glad you had, for it was the most fun you had at the end of that stressful year.

And here you were now, over two years later, having the time of your life jamming out to the same song and hitting every move as you reminiscenced how good you had felt back then, with all the eyes in the crowd focused on you, and all the voices cheering for you.

Having Hyunjin's eyes on you felt completely different, though. Just as good, yet your heart would race twice as fast. So you had confirmed when your eyes focused on the corner of the mirror, and you were startled by his standing figure on the door.

"Oh my God, you scared me!" you blurted out, bringing your hand up to your chest as Hyunjin's giggle reached your ears.

"Feel free to continue" he smirked.

"No, I'm shy now" you pouted, eyes following his every move as he walked over to drop his bag next to yours. "How long were you staring for?"

"Long enough".

You sighed. "That's embarrassing".

Watching from afar as you went to disconnect your phone from the speaker, Hyunjin wondered whether it was a good time to tell you he had seen you dance before, that one time you and Chae were the only ones in the studio. Probably not, he thought as the room went completely silent.

"You're a great dancer" he complimented.

"Ah, I hadn't done it in so long" you lamented, shoving your phone into your pocket and walking over to him.

"Why not?" Hyunjin wondered, taking a seat next to you on the floor right after you had done so.

You shrugged. "Haven't had the time to, I guess. I still do it from time to time with Cherry or Minho when they have the studio to themselves".

Hyunjin smiled rather cheekily, leaning slightly in towards you. "We have the studio to ourselves right now".

"Oh, no" you shook your head as soon as you caught up on his intentions. "I'm not dancing any more today".

"Aw, come onnn" he cutely pushed.

"Nope," you smiled. "Maybe if I had chosen this major we would've been dancing side to side on a daily basis".

"You were thinking of choosing a dance major?"

"Mhm…" you nodded.

"And why didn't you?"

"I didn't want to have dancing become a task".

He scoffed. "It's not like that at all!"

"I know, I know" you couldn't help but laugh over how defensive he had just sounded. "But you get the point. Dancing has been my hobby all my life, I would do it whenever I was stressed out so I could feel better. It's kind of my escape from reality, I didn't want that to change".

"And what about art?" Hyunjin questioned. "Didn't mind having that hobby change?"

"Art is my life, as cheesy as it sounds" you mumbled the last part, already feeling your cheeks burning and missing the way his eyes had softened at the sight of you nervously playing with your shoelaces. "I can never get tired of it".

"I get it" he nodded, resting his back against the wall. When he saw the way you had squinted your eyes at him, he rushed to say, "Honestly! It's the other way around for me, but I feel the same".

"Dance is your life then and art your lifelong hobby?"

"Yeah," he smiled. "I also considered taking the art path and getting a major on it, but dancing is just… everything".

You smiled. "Good. Otherwise I would've had some tough competition when it comes to being Mrs. Moon's favourite student".

Hyunjin smirked. "I already am her favourite student and I didn't need to enter an art major for it".

"Only because you're beautiful and she loves aesthetically pleasing sights" you rolled your eyes.

Hyunjin's eyes snapped in your direction as soon as those words had abandoned your mouth. Funny how you remained sitting down there beside him, with your back and head pressed to the wall, eyes closed, unfazed as ever over your own statement, all while he sat there staring at you completely stunned, trying his hardest to keep the smile that was threatening with curving up the corners of his lips and ignore the way his chest suddenly felt all weird.

"Well, then it makes sense why you're her favourite art student".

Your eyes opened at that, locking with his in a second. It was now your turn to feel a slight pressure in your chest, and your cheeks burn harder than they had done before.

"You should go practice now," you pointed out, motioning with your head towards the center of the room.

He let out a heavy, over-dramatic sigh at your change of topic as he stood up. "If you wanted me to leave you alone you only had to ask".

"Yah, that's not what I'm saying at all" you laughed.

"Come dance with me then" he said.

"What?"

"Come dance with me," he repeated, reaching his hand out for you to hold and help you up your feet. "I'll teach you my routine".

Hesitating, you held his hand — pushing aside the electricity that ran down your body as soon as they made contact. It was soft, very soft, yet still somehow rough and strong enough to make you feel oddly safe.

"Keep in mind that I am not a trained dancer" you reminded him.

"Please, I've seen you dance".

Missing his touch the moment he gently let go of your hand, you walked to the middle of the studio as he went to put some music on.

"You probably know this choreo anyway," he pointed out, scrolling down on his playlist. "Mrs. Shin wanted us guys to learn a girl group dance routine, and the other way around for girls".

"Oh, that sounds like fun" you nodded. "Did you get to choose the song or did she give it to you?"

"We got to choose".

"And which one did you go with?"

Hyunjin looked up from his phone and gave you a mischievous smile that could've easily sent you straight to heaven. Not giving the butterflies in your stomach to take over, however, he finally pressed play on a song — Psycho by Red Velvet echoing through the entire room the next second.

"Oh, I know this one!" you jumped up excitedly, earning a giggle from him as he placed his phone by the desk and made his way over to the center of the studio as well.

"I had a feeling you would" he smiled, getting into position right next to you and motioning for you to do the same.

Irene's voice coming through the speaker was your queue to start dancing, not thinking much of it as you let your body move to the rhythm, stunned at the way you seemed to remember every move of the dance routine you had learned back in your last year of high school.

You had started out quite shy, not being able to help it as you could feel Hyunjin's piercing stare on you through the mirror wall in front — even dropping the mirror altogether and shamelessly turning around to look at you a couple of times. You wanted to believe it was to make sure you were both on sync, dancing to the same choreography. You knew that was probably it, for what other reason would he have to focus on you like that?

Nevertheless, whatever the reason was, you could feel your cheeks burn and your entire body heat up. Hyunjin's effect on you truly never stopped surprising you.

"Come on, you weren't this shy ten minutes ago" he teased you.

You weren't staring at me ten minutes ago, you thought.

You said nothing, instead rolling your eyes and simply shaking your head in feigned annoyance.

"That's not part of the routine".

"Shut up" you laughed, enjoying the sound of his own laugh.

That had seemed to calm your nerves somehow, still feelings electricity run through your body under his stare, yet feeling way more confident when it came to your dancing. It may have also got to do with the fact that you were now hypnotized by his dancing — no longer focusing on the way he was looking at you, but staring at him instead.

You could tell he was born for this. The way every pore of his exuded talent. The way you could tell he was enjoying himself from miles away. The way his movements were sharp, yet somehow still delicate, and so, so goddamn hypnotizing.

You found yourself physically having to snap yourself out of it before you lost it — eyes going up and away from him for a moment, so you could compose yourself.

That had seemed to work.

"Are you sure you got the right routine?" you wondered after one particular move of his before the bridge had seemed a bit different.

"Yes, miss 'I'm not a trained dancer'" he amusedly rolled his eyes at you.

"You're doing it wrong" you called him out with a light laugh.

"It's my routine, what do you mean I'm doing it wrong" Hyunjin blurted out, his whiny tone alone getting a giggle out of you.

"You're not supposed to make a turn".

"I changed it, bite me".

"If I were Mrs. Shin, I would've failed you" you taunted him, enjoying way too much the squint of eyes you had just got from him.

"Good thing you're not my prof then," he stated, dropping the routine all together and walking away from you.

Dumbfounded as to what he was trying to do, you quietly watched him walk back to his phone, only understanding what was going on when the song started playing all over again.

Your heart skipped a beat when this time he did not just position himself next to you, but tugged at your t-shirt to pull you closer.

"What are you doing?" you asked, voice betraying you by showing just how nervous his closeness made you feel.

"Teaching you my routine" he stated.

Staring at him through the mirror, you gulped when he stood behind you and his arms went around your body, holding your hands up to control their movements.

"Like this" he explained, moving your hands the way he had done right before the bridge — the way you had claimed was wrong. "And then like this..."

His hands on your hips were enough for your breathing to stop.

"W-What?"

"The turn," he pointed out, helping you turn around, just enough for you to face him. "You're supposed to make a full turn now".

"This is so not it" you managed to tease once more in between your inner madness.

"Yah!" he whined, hands unconsciously tightening on your hips, this time closer to your waist, with the intention to keep you still. "We're doing it my way".

"You're insulting Red Velvet".

"I swear to God, you're so annoying" he groaned, throwing his head back in exhasperation and then mindlessly letting his forehead rest on yours.

Maybe it had to do with the way his height towered over you and his face just so happened to naturally fall to the top of your head. Maybe it had to do with the way he didn't calculate well enough the distance from your face when he leaned in. Maybe he just wanted to rest his forehead on yours and feel you close.

Whatever it was, you were not able to react in the slightest.

Still too stunned over both that last action of his and the firm grip his hands had on your body —which had managed to faintly press your waist to his body given the way he had moved right before—, you found yourself placing your hands on his chest out of reflex, absolutely frozen at the realisation of just how close you were to him.

The chorus of the song was playing on the background, yet neither of you seemed to notice, let alone to care.

It seemed surreal, and you were not sure whether you were dreaming or not. One moment you were bickering, and the next one his hold remained on your waist and your hands on his chest, having him closer than you ever had before — closer than you ever thought you would.

Closer to the point you could feel his hot breath tickling your lips.

"I—I should..." you stuttered, slightly removing your hands from their rather comfortable place on his chest and placing them on his wrists instead.

"Mm?" he hummed, gently caressing your hips with his thumbs.

"The turn, I..." you nervously cleared your throat. "I only turned halfway, I should—"

"It's too late to make a turn now, don't you think?" Hyunjin whispered in a teasing tone, somehow managing to pull you even closer to him.

Your eyes fixed on his, feeling your breathing halt when you noticed that his eyes were no longer fixed on yours, but on your mouth instead. He licked his lips, drawing your full attention to them and how kissable they looked.

If only you leaned in, just like he had done, you would've met them mid-way, getting the taste of them you were dying to get.

The only thing you got, however, was the ever so faint feeling of his nose bumping yours, and then the sight of his hot mouth pulling away from you when a fake cough was heard from the door.

"Yerim," Hyunjin blurted out.

Something in the way he had said that name, only to then pull you away and let go of your body as if you were burning him, did not sit well with you.

Quietly staring at the girl in front, you couldn't help the pinch in your chest. She was gorgeous, to say the least, and a dancer apparently, given the grey sportswear covering her body and the gym bag in her hand. Straight long hair, blonde, brown almond shaped eyes... the longer you stared, the worst you felt.

"I didn't know you... were..."

"I was just showing her my routine" he was fast to explain. Way too fast. "You know, the Psycho one".

So they were close enough to know each other's routines.

You internally recriminated yourself over that thought. They were classmates, of course they knew about each other's routines. That must've been the reason, right? Probably even Cherry and Minho knew Hyunjin was preparing this particular song.

"Oh, okay..." she nodded, awkwardly moving to the side so she could drop her things on the floor. "I can wait for you—"

"I was just leaving, actually" you announced.

"You were?" Hyunjin frowned.

You nodded, not daring to meet his eyes before you walked over to pick up your things. "Just remembered I had promised Cherry I would help her out with something tonight, so..."

"You're not waiting for Felix?" he wondered.

Funny how suddenly Felix seemed to be the only reason for you to stay.

"No, I saw him earlier today anyway" you shrugged, throwing your bag over your shoulder. "Say hi to him for me, though".

"Okay, but, um..." Hyunjin hesitated, looking at Yerim for a second before he rushed to your side right as you reached for the doorknob. "We're good, right?"

"Yeah," you let out a light laugh. A fake one, but he didn't need to know that. "Why wouldn't we?"

He shrugged. "Just making sure".

"It's okay," you smiled. "Have fun with the rest of practice".

"Okay..." he bit his lip, almost as if keeping himself from saying something more. "Text me when you're home".

"Will do" you promised.

Maybe once you took in everything that had just happened, and figured out why the hell the hurtful pinch in your chest was taking over the wild butterflies you had been feeling only a minute ago.

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blorbologist · 2 years ago

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heyooo I just started writing fan fic and I really have no idea what I'm doing haha, can you explain how you draft and edit and write you long fics? i don't know what to do besides just starting at the beginning and writing to the end. (also sending this to multiple writiers so I can get lots of opinions)

Hi anon! I’m really flattered you’ve reached out <33

An amorphous list of advice from someone who has written over 300k words in under a year:

Make sure to note all your ideas for the fic down. You will not remember your plot twist thought up on the walk home in a few hours - *write it down!* It could be gushing to a friend about it or a notepad or whatever - and then make sure to compile it wherever you’re keeping your ideas for that fic.

Be kind to yourself! Sometimes it takes weeks or months to write a scene the way you want it - maybe you aren’t inspired, maybe you can’t get it to Work, maybe, maybe - don’t beat yourself up about it. It’s art. There is no timeline.

Likewise, if you’re new: I’d really recommend against a longfic! Do some oneshots first - seeing a work to completion and posting it will really help your confidence. A longfic is a long commitment, and if you end up changing plans or abandoning it it can be very discouraging for you to have that incomplete work be one of your first. It’s like training for a marathon :D

Get a bullet point list if you can of scenes you want to do or information/things that need to happen for those scenes to make sense. Even if you don’t have the details - I have the note ‘they find Tary in hell, because he overheard them and thought it was an adventurous place to be’ in my main fic doc. I didn’t know *how* they were going to meet him, or under what context, and figured that out as I wrote. You don’t need to break it up by chapter, just timeline.

Speaking of timeline, here’s a neat trick: muse is a fickle thing, you don’t *have* to trudge through content you don’t want to write to get to the good stuff. I usually prefer to - I like having the full emotional context for scenes clear in my head - but when writer’s block gets me I’ll often jump to self indulgent writing something fun I’ve wanted to get to. You can always go back and edit things and add in a scene later, so long as you haven’t posted yet…

… which is why I strongly, strongly, strongly recommend having a buffer when you can, or at least letting a chapter sit overnight while you sleep on it. I get the urge to post something you just made, hot off the press, but you would not believe the number of typos or inconsistencies I find after reading things over with fresh eyes. This is true for both oneshots and longfics - the chapters y’all are seeing for Two for joy were mostly complete around November during NaNoWriMo! It also means you have room to go back and edit things - if you stumble on a cool plot twist you can foreshadow it more effectively, or if a character arc changed in ways you didn’t expect you can lay more groundwork for it. It’s less stressful knowing that if gradschool goes to hell I’ve got… hang on… 13 weeks of wiggle room while still keeping to my schedule. And even if it did run out - this is free content, people would understand if I went on hiatus for a bit. You have all the time in the world - use it!

BUT, in a similar vein, feedback and encouragement are super important to keeping your muse up. Which is why I strongly recommend having a friend or two in fandom you can bombard with snippets and spoilers and ideas! One for sorrow / Two for joy would likely have sputtered and fizzled out without @rightpastnowhere, @katia-dreamer, @burr-ell, @essayofthoughts, @romeoandjulietyouwish - and the fandom community I found early on that were so excited for the fic! Engage with your commenters, they can make for really great friends, betas and/or tormented souls when you offhand chuck your most evil plot twists at them >:D

Remember that fanfic is supposed to be fun. You’re having fun. You’re writing, for free. I’ve mostly written for Critical Role as a fandom, but I promise you it’s not as scary as you might think it is. I haven’t gotten a single nasty comment or anon yet, despite, uhhhh, breaking up my OTP and piling angst galore on people (and making Vax trans). By in large, it's a supportive space - but don't be afraid to curate it to your needs. Writing is for you and whatever you want to get out of it: validation for your ideas/HCs/skill, new friendships and a sense of community, improving your own skill, self-indulgent things you want to see in fiction, working through trauma, hella hot porn, etc. We’re all allowed to look to fic for different things, If it stops being what you need, if it feels like work, like a chore? You can drop it.

Hope this was of some help!

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nerves-nebula · 4 years ago

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hi your "hunter escapes and has a fun little camping moment" au is living rent free in my brain rn, please Please share some more thoughts and rambles about it!

ANON PLEASE- (affectionate)

you gotta understand I was not lying when I said I have 5 pages of a google doc worth of comic ideas. Unfortunately it's still kind of a mess and I'm still sorting out some of the basic dynamics of this AU. I also like the idea of keeping most of my notes and making them into their own comics/posts so idk how I feel about just saying stuff in a list AND YET.

So here's some stuff I think I can say outside of a comic?? I’ll still probably make some of these into comics/doodles, but anyway I hope this is what you were looking for.

Hunter:

Hunter gets very into studying wild magic up close, something he wasn't allowed to do much before. But now he lives in the forest surrounded by wild magic. Because of this I plan for him to discover a few glyphs on his own, like Luz does, mainly the plant one. But you’ll see how that goes later ;)

He's also still trying to cure his uncles curse. He insists he's not going to go back to Belos, but if pressed on why he's searching for a cure for a man he plans to never see again, he'll get very defensive and angry. Sometimes it's not as easy as "I'm leaving and never coming back." sometimes you still wanna help the people who hurt you :P and THAT one is from personal experience

Hunter takes a while to really get into the whole “I’m on my own and can do whatever I want” thing, but I plan for him to mess around with his presentation once he gets more comfortable.

Rascal helps him change his eye bandages! I haven’t decided if his eye is damaged yet or just the area around it tho so stay tuned.

Hunter will often assign himself “missions” to go on because he doesn’t know what else to do with his free time. He knows he doesn’t technically have any deadlines or stuff like that anymore but he gets stressed not having a goal to strive towards so to cope he just.. gives himself arbitrary goals !

Funfact! This is not the first time Hunters pissed Belos off so bad that he’s fled the castle for a moment. But it IS the first time he stays away for this long.

Home Hunter AU subscribes to the “Hunter is the grimwalker/a clone of Belos’ brother” theory just for extra angst. I kind of like the idea that he wasn’t even a big part of Belos’ plans though, just that Belos saw a chance to “Bring back” his brother and went for it fsdfsfsdf.

Hunter is terrified of relying on someone too much because no matter how much he trusts them, they could always kick him out. And he’d rather kick himself out before they get the chance. Boys still got issues, is what I’m saying.

Because Hunter lives in the woods he starts to get a bit... Feral. People will not see him for a week only to realize he’s been not showering or changing his clothes. He was never the most normally-socialized kid but now he’s in the habit of hissing at people the way he does at wild animals that encroach on his tent.

Hunter is very possessive of his belongings (he has so few) and will tackle you if you try to take something from him without asking. He also hoards food and has trouble sharing it, but he feels a bit more embarrassed about this habit than others so he tries to hide it.

Luz:

Luz is basically the first person Hunter reaches out to after living in the woods for a few weeks, and she’s the only one he trusts, at first.

She offers to let Hunter stay at the owl house a LOT, and sometimes he does :D ! But usually only if it’s raining or he has an injury he can’t heal himself, or if they’re just hanging out.

Luz’s Super Secret Sad Boy plan is to try to trick Hunter into staying at the owl house for extended periods of time, so that he eventually doesn’t want to go back to the forest. She brings it up A LOT. This has yet to work though, because Hunter feels very uncomfortable about not understanding their family dynamic. That and it makes him feel a bit worse about his own. (kind of like when you go to your friends house and their parents are nice, so you cry afterwards. But to the extreme that he has trouble relaxing cause he’s viscerally aware of how much he doesn’t feel like he fits in.)

Luz tried to teach Hunter glyphs but he brushed it off. 1. because he’s still nervous about wild magic lmao but 2. because he didn’t think he needed to learn them since he has Rascal. He only starts looking into them when he personally finds them in nature on his own. After that point he starts eavesdropping on Lillith and Eda’s glyph lessons and hijinks ensue.

Lillith:

I’m actually super down for the idea that Lillith would bond with goldie in some way. They both know what Belos is like so they can bitch about him together!

I’m also a fan of the “Lillith regrets calling Hunter a brat” idea. Idk if she’s canonically seen his face or anything but I like to think that, at least NOW, she sees him for what he really is. A poor little meow meow.

That being said don’t think that Mom!Eda is out for the count. They’re ✨ co-parents ✨ and I like to think they bring different things to the table when it comes to caring about Hunter. Raine might show up eventaully too :D. They still can’t get him to move out of the woods tho.

Belos:

Not much to say about him and his plans yet, but what usually happens when Hunter runs off after upsetting Belos is that he comes back a few hour/days later with something to win back Belos’ favor. So the emperor isn’t concerned at first, but then a week passes, and then another.

In this AU Belos is very protective of Hunter but in a weird, possessive, fucked up way. Basically, he’s convinced himself that nothing is really a threat to him or Hunter (since he trained Hunter personally and believes in his nephews abilities). He was never afraid of Hunter being killed or leaving him cause he never considered those things as possibilities. So when Hunter doesn’t come back and is seen actively avoiding him, he goes a little apeshit? But like in a subtle way? Like, he’s losing it but quietly lmao. BASICALLY I do have plan for Belos to attempt to do a lot of stuff to catch/coerce Hunter, and maybe he succeeds! We’ll see.

That should be enough for now!

important to note that a lot of this could change on a whim since I’m still thinking about all of it but y e ah these are some things I’ve mused about.

also I hope this makes sense, I’m not really a writer so I just kinda type it how I talk it I guess.

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