#I don't have the patience nor the time to write something better lol

[jfleamont]

Put A Little Love In Your Heart

Here's a little something I wrote to stretch my creative muscles, let me know what you think :)

Word count: 700

Read here on AO3

“But I don't want to have a baby.”

Lily let his words sink in. The man in front of her was still looking at her, his brows furrowed.

She shook her head in an effort to conceal her reaction but it was fruitless.

As soon as James looked in her direction, she snorted and he followed her, doubling over with laughter.

“I don't see how this is funny. Have you been confounded? You must have, if you think I'm responsible enough to be your child's godfather,” Sirius whined.

Lily was the first one to recover. “Shit, Padfoot, I had no idea you'd take this so...” her eyes glowing with mirth.

“You're better than this, Lily...”

Lily grinned, reveling in the way she could rile him up so easily. “... Seriously.”

“Oh, come on!”

James, having finally calmed down, took a step forward and placed a hand on Sirius' shoulder, comforting his friend as well as himself.

“You're not having a baby, Padfoot, we are,” he gestured between him and Lily. “And contrary to what you might think, you don't live here. Oh, I almost forgot,” James winced, and ran a hand through his hair, “we're kicking you out of the guest room.”

“You're welcome to crash on the sofa anytime, though,” Lily offered.

Sirius sighed in mock defeat, and plopped down on the armchair. “Kicked out again, uh. Who are you, my parents?”

Lily rolled her eyes. “Quit being dramatic, Sirius. Being a godfather isn't as terrible as you think.”

He shrugged, but the poorly hidden smile on Sirius' face didn't fool Lily. He leaned back on the armchair, looking rather uninterested, only his quirked brow betraying his curiosity. “Alright, but what does it entail, exactly?”

James opened his mouth but soon realised he didn't have an answer for him. He had never met his godparents, and both Fleamont and Euphemia were only children, too, so that was all he had known. He sat on the sofa opposite Sirius, Lily following him shortly after. Lily, however, had an answer. “I'm not sure, but my godmother gave me lots of presents and brought sweets everytime she visited. I also told her about my first kiss and she was so cool about it! She was the best.”

“So... All I have to do is spoil Bambi? And he'll love me and tell me all his secrets?”

“Told you it wasn't that bad.”

He seemed to ponder her words for a second, then tilted his head and looked at her amusedly. “Seems like you two got the short end of the stick, doesn't it? Have fun being the strict parents while I take him with me on my new bike.”

“You will do nothing of the sort.”

“Ugh, you're already so boring and he's not ever here yet.”

James, who had been silent up until then, cleared his throat and spoke. “There's also something else, but you don't have to worry about that. It's... You'd be his legal guardian so if something were to happen to us, he'd stay with you instead of Petunia.”

Understanding dawned on Sirius, and the two looked at each other. 

You're my brother, you're family. These were the words that James hadn't said aloud, but that Sirius heard anyway. This exchange only lasted a second, and Sirius' somber expression disappeared as quickly as it came, replaced by his signature smirk.

“Well, I'd be more concerned about Vernon rather than Petunia. Imagine growing up with that as your father figure when you can have me!”

Lily chuckled and threw a pillow at him. “Don't be an idiot, we still have time to change our minds. Peter or Remus will be far more grateful, dont you think, James? I'm sure they'll—”

Sirius waved his hand in dismissal. “That won't be necessary, I accept. But I'm still bitter about the guest room, mind you, and I'm going to hold it over your head.”

James nodded, deep in thought. “Hmm. How do you feel about a dog house?”

“Neutral, but I could be persuaded.”

“What if I told you it had pillows and a silk duvet?”

Sirius gasped and brought both of his hands over his mouth. “You know me so well, Prongs.”

[1julak1]

if you’re still writing (I don’t know how recent your pinned is) then could you do something with Michael Afton? sfw please (if I’ve already asked then just ignore this; I don’t always remember when I’ve asked things lol)

Sure! You sent one long time ago but i had a burnout 😰

Enjoy!

Michael Afton sfw alphabet!

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A is for Adventure: something they haven't done but have always wanted to

Go on a long ass vacation. On the beach, or maybe in the mountains?? Doesn't matter, he just wants to feel like he's alive - if it's with his s/o, even better!

B is for Butterflies: How they act when they're nervous

Michael has a habit of tapping his feet on the ground, and swaying back and forth on his chair. Sometimes he may bite his nails - not a healthy habit!

C is for Crush: what is it like when they have a crush? How do they know/act?

I believe he'd be pretty chill about it - on the outside, at least. He'd be all giggly and acting funny with his crush, hoping to earn their sympathy, or just to make a first move and befriend them!

D is for Date: describe an ideal date for them

Michael would love to spend time outside. Having the job he has, he enjoys every opportunity to just relax on the fresh air. A picnic, or simple walk..? He's up for it!

E is for Essential: what is one thing they could NEVER go without

Coffee. That's understandable. Working night shifts, he depends on the caffeine.

F is for Favorite: a favorite anything- food, place, smell, book, etc.

Michael really likes the pizzeria, and the animatronics, even considering his experiences with them. Those bring back memories of how his family was once happy, and complete.

G is for Giggle: how they laugh/what makes them laugh

Everything. Everything makes him laugh, he's such a goofy guy. And how he laughs?? He either laughs like a stereotypical british person - when he's joking around - OR SO FREAKING SILLY. It's that weirds ass kind of sound that makes you doubt if he's a man and not an alien.

H is for Holding Hands: Do they like holding hands? Are their hands warm or cold? Pinky promises?

He does like holding hands, however has to get used to it. His hands are cold, because come on, he's got to have some minor health problems. And pinky promises..? Yep he's pretty childish in his own way, so i think he takes those seriously.

I is for Inside Joke: something they do that everyone thinks is funny but they don't understand

His complains about work. It's just sitting on your ass watching over a closed pizzeria, right?? Oh you're wrong.

J is for Jinx: Are they Superstitious?

I think yes. Like, not anything too serious, but i think he'd believe in some of those - or use them as a joke.

K is for Kiss: how do they kiss?

He'd be super careful and SHY. Brushing his lips gently over his s/o's, as he cups their face, holding them as they're made of glass. Because they're really dear to him!

L is for Love Languge: what is their love language? How do they give and how would they like to receive love?

He isn't a really touchy feely person from the start. He prefers to give his loved one some quality time together, when he can. What does he like to receive? Words of appreciation. He loves to hear he's doing good and his s/o believes in him!

M is for Meant to be: how/when they know someone is "the one"

If the person he's with doesn't mind his messy life, and doesn't care for money. That's for starters. Then, when they get to know each other better, and the bond grows, he gets just more and more ensured about it!

N is for Nickname: a nickname they would have or their favorite thing to be called

Mikey. He LOVES to be babied.

O is for Organization: are they clean or messy

He's messy! His desk at work, his house, himself.. he is a messy boy. He just doesn't have the time nor patience to keep things all tidy. Come on, he's watching over murderous animatronics!

P is for Pet Peeve: What's something they absolutely CAN'T stand?

Some noises. Like, when he's at home and hears some weird sounds that remind him of his work - like rumbling in the vents, or even just some scrubbing made by a sneaky mouse!

Q is for Quiet: What do they do for peace of mind

He doesn't have a lot of moments like those. He's so stressed and busy at work, the only moments he's pretty peaceful at are when he's napping, or those little moments when he's in his car, driving to work and he relishes in the feeling of driving, sometimes a little faster than he's supposed to.

R is for Rainy Day: Do they like rain? What about storms? How would they spend a rainy day?

He'd spend those happy he can stay home. He mostly sleeps trough the day, but if he found a moment for himself he'd watch something, like a series or a movie, with lots of snacks!

S is for Soft: Describe their softest feature

Oh come on, his face. Especially his eyes. The way they sparkle sometimes make him look like such an innocent little baby.

T is for Telephone: are they a talker or a texter? How often do they use their phone?

He's a talker. He uses his phone quite often - at work, for example. But when he wants to talk with his friends, he also prefers to talk! Also when it comes to his s/o. He loves hearing their voice!

U is for Unique: a random quirk they have

This man's undying eyebags. They're almost like his hallmarks!

V is for Valentine: Are they the type to celebrate or not?

If he's already got someone? Yes. If not, he's just using his free time to have a little drink and cry about not having anyone - but that's when he gets tipsy.

W is for Wholesome: something extremely pure about them that makes you just *uwu*

His mind. Like, mostly his reactions to things are so innocent, and so sweet, you'd believe he really is just a sweet little guy!

(He is, but also isn't..?)

X is for Xenia: How they would entertain a guest/show hospitality

Oh he has LOTS of ways to do that. Mostly he'd keep his guests entertained by throwing jokes here and there. I believe he'd also offer them snacks! That guy LOVES snacks and has a lot of them in his house, prove me wrong.

Y is for Youth: A fond childhood memory they have

The memories of his siblings and his overall family having fun in the pizzeria. The days when everything was alright, and before his life turned into a twisted joke.

Z is for Zzz: Sleep habits. Do they cuddle in their sleep? Talk? What do they dream about?

Oof. This man doesn't sleep a lot beside his s/o. We all know, messed up sleep schedule. But when he does, he's extremely cuddly and snuggly. He's wrapping his arms and legs around them. He's mumbling something, mostly nonsense, because of those weird ass dreams he's having!

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The alphabet is from @heauxzenji !

I hope you're okay with what you received! If not, i can write you a drabble!

As for the other request - i've got two of those, matchups - I'll be taking care of those, it's just that i'm not really having motivation lately 😞

[mjsakurea]

got sent this one today. of course you can ignore this, but i'm sending it anyway <33 - Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💖

Okay I'm gonna answer this over a month later lol, sorry! Thank you for the tag! <3

My own favorite 5 fics I've written, I've been thinking about it a lot! It's a tough decision cause I don't tend to reread my own fics after I've posted them. It was fun to think about it deeply though.

Bent Not Broken (fandom: The Untamed)

Summary: In honor of June being scoliosis awareness month 5 times Lan Wangji struggled with his scoliosis and one time he didn’t have to

This one because it was so meaningful to me to write something centered on scoliosis and scoliosis surgery and the after-effects. Everything I wrote about is stuff I've also experienced. It was extremely cathartic to write. But also the reactions to it blew me away, most comments were from people saying that they felt represented in their own scoliosis experiences. I could not have expected nor hoped for such an amazing response.

2. Good Name (fandom: Guardian)

Summary: “Shen Wei,” the letter starts. “Hi, it’s me Zhao Yunlan. If you’re reading this, we’ve switched again. And yeah, switched, I’m sure you’ve figured out by now that when you take over my body, I take over yours. Sorry for drinking alcohol. I didn’t realize you were such a lightweight.” Kimi no Na wa / Your Name AU - no knowledge of the source material is necessary to understand the plot of this story

This is the second longest fic I've ever written and also the only multi-chapter fic that I've fully completed *before* posting. It was a huge test of patience and it paid off! The first fic I got beta'ed also. Being able to post a chapter a week consistently and the satisfaction of it being already finished was great. Also I just personally love the AU and look back on it fondly.

3. The Heart of the Matter (fandom: Guardian)

Summary: Dixingren differ from Haixingren in one very crucial way: their heart is on the opposite side of the body. Zhao Yunlan never thought he'd be so thankful to find out Shen Wei is Dixingren in the worst possible circumstance.

This one because it proved to me that being completely self-indulgent pays off. In terms of kudos, comments, and bookmarks it is my most popular Guardian fic, but I'm not focusing on the statistics here it is just the fact that I thought it was too self-indulgent when I wrote it but then the reaction being so positive made me look at it in a different light and now when I think about an idea being self-indulgent I think back on this fic and tell myself nah I can be as self-indulgent as I want, and that self-indulgent fics are a good thing.

4. love them all for me (fandom: The Untamed)

Summary: He is barely a teenager when he is brought to Koi Tower where he meets a gentle young woman mourning the deaths of her husband and adoptive brother. She shares soup and stories of love and loss. Or Jiang Yanli sees a struggling young Mo Xuanyu and asks, “is no one else going to adopt him?” and does not wait for an answer.

This one because it was a pivotal fic in developing my writing style. This one was hugely experimental for me. I was very deliberate in how I wrote it stylistically. It was also the first fic I ever did in the present-tense. And then I realized I like present-tense better than past tense for my own writing haha.

5. A Fox Cannot Hide Its Tail (fandom: Guardian)

Summary: Li Qian speaks, “You won’t—it sounds—” “Crazy?” Zhao Yunlan cuts in. He smiles and says, “Try me.” It truly must be something strange if they can accept that he would believe them about the sentient shadow but not about this. “The shadow was chased away by a fox,” Li Qian admits softly like she doesn’t want him to hear her say it. “A fox?” Zhao Yunlan asks, eyebrows raised.

Full on recency-bias here lol but it's my current WIP so I want to include it. I am happy with where it's going. And it's the first complete canon-rewrite AU I've attempted! It is also self-indulgent as heck but I've already established that is A-okay!

Honorable mentions to the three fics I posted for the wishlist event just last week cause I love making gifts for people haha

[miniscrew-anon]

HSH Febuwhump Day 4 - Knife to the Throat

Lol this kind of turned into a joke at the end but I couldn’t help it. How could I write this duo and not make them sassy as fuck?

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"Gimme your wallet."

"Sure thing, friend." Wars reaches into his back pocket and brandishes his money. "Here, take it. No need for violence."

"Fuck that!"

Wind, arms pinned to his sides by arms three times thicker than his own, glares up at the man behind him fearlessly. "Put that shit away, Wars! He's not robbing us! I'll kill you, you sonofabitch!"

"Uh, Wind? Maybe don't threaten the man with the knife to your throat." Warriors is not used to playing mediator. He doesn't have the patience nor the practice for it. He prefers to leave that to people like Sky or Wild, leaving him free to mouth off. But even he knows when to hold his tongue. For instance, when an unhinged mugger is holding a knife to his throat. A lesson Wind clearly skipped out on. "You do like your head where it is, don't you?"

"Take my wallet and I'll fuck you up!" Wind struggles but he's not the most athletic; the man holds him easily and digs into his pockets. Wind snarls and squirms, hissing threats and spewing vitriol at the man with his life in his hands. He’s completely unaffected by the thin red line across his neck that dripped blood into his collar. 

The mugger actually looks at Warriors, a flat expression on his face as if to say is he serious? Wars shrugs, tossing his wallet over to the mans expecting hand.

The mugger unceremoniously drops Wind to the floor, turning and running before Wind can pick himself up.

"Yeah you better run! Motherfucker! I'll find you, you dipshit! Don't think you're safe! I'll track you down and sell your fucking kidneys on Ebay!" Wind fumbles to his feet and tries to make chase, red in the face and seething.

"Whoa there!" Warriors catches him across the chest and forces him back. The ex-guard steps into Wind's path to block the boy from making a terrible decision. "Wind, stop! Are you crazy? What are you doing?"

"Chasing down a bitch!" Wind tries to push past Warriors but gets shoved back again. "Move!"

“Absolutely not!” Wars tugs his scarf off and pressed it to the wound on Winds neck, dodging swats. “You’re not chasing after some criminal. What would you even do if you caught him? Get your ass kicked again? No, we're going home.”

Hopefully Warriors will avoid an eviction if he brings Wind back only slightly damaged. So much for getting Wind out of the house for some fresh air. 

Wind was still pissed but he gives up trying to push past Wars. “He’s gotta pay”

“And he will. I’m sure you can find him - his name, his address, his bank account. Just like I’m sure the Old Man would be happy to have a conversation with him. No need to get yourself killed over a few rupees. Revenge is best served cold and all that.” Satisfied that the cut was only surface deep, Warriors pulled back, grimacing at his stained scarf. Well, that’s something to toss into Times dry cleaning pile. “Besides, if I let you get yourself killed I'll never get a replacement card! The Old Man will be far too busy with funeral arrangements.”

"Are you serious? Is that all you're thinking about right now? The Old Man’s credit card?"

Warriors makes an offended noise. "That's not all I'm thinking about! It's just one of the things I'm thinking about. There's also my license and my medical card and - damn! My platinum membership card to Starlit Memories! Goddess, that's going to be such a pain to replace. That shop is so stingy with their membership cards, too. I hope this doesn't affect my standing with Isha - she hates when people are careless."

Wind hits him with a dead eyed stare he must have learned from Four. “Your stupid punch card? Really?”

Warriors is only kind of offended. "What? I’m allowed to have priorities."

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Wind is a goblin and a terror and he has zero self-preservation.

[greenygreenland]

Slang: Father Garmadon & Reader

-saw a post about what if Garm spoke Gen Z slang and I got so inspired I just had to get out of my funk and write

-kinda a crack-ish one-shot??? [also UNEDITED so sorry if some things seem off/awkward]

-i may be gen z, but that doesn't mean I use slang much. I'm a bit old-fashioned, so I had to briefly look up a guide for help lol

Summary:

Someone (Kai or Jay) decided it would be fun to teach your dad Gen Z slang. Now you're stuck dealing with the aftermath.

"Dad--"

"I was bouta throw hands."

"Dad--"

"And so, I asked her to spill the tea, but (Y/n) refused to. I deadass thought she'd get heated over it."

He didn't seem to hear you calling him from across the courtyard, nor did he show any sign of actually paying attention to your presence. Overhearing him gossip like a high school girl to Jay made you send Lloyd a look of confusion.

He knitted his brows and made a face at your father. "What's wrong with him?" You shook your head with a sigh. "I think he's trying to be cool."

"Uh, cool?" inquired Lloyd. You absentmindedly shrugged and made your way over to Garmadon. "Dad, are you busy?" He turned to face you with a warm smile. "Ah, I haven't seen you since this morning." he noted. You blinked, sending Jay an odd glance. "I think that wss because you..."

"Were flexing on my dear brother? I have to say, I've got better drip than him."

Your jaw dropped and Jay let out a laugh that echoed throughout all sixteen realms. "Dad." you said. "No, no. Please don't speak like that." There was a hint of pleading in your voice because, well, hearing a hundred-something year old man speak like a person your age didn't exactly feel right.

In fact, you were sure it caused a disturbance in the force.

As if reading your mind, your father said, "You're capping. My vocabulary is fire."

"Pfft--!" You glanced over your shoulder at Lloyd. He had a hand over his mouth, and as soon as he caught the gaze of Garmadon, he burst into a fit of laughter. Your father suddenly smirked, but when you narrowed your gaze on him, it was gone. Jay made his way over to you and clapped a hand on your back. "Isn't this great? Your dad sounds like us!"

You rolled your eyes. "No, he sounds like you Jay." Jay pulled you close to his side and gave you a good shake. "Oh come on, let him have his fun! He's highkey enjoying this." You gave him a pointed look that made him let out one of his weird laughs.

"Jay's right." your father cut in. "This is sending me."

Never had you wanted to dig your own grave and take an early rest in your own coffin.

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By noon, your father was still going strong with the slang. He used it like his life depended on, and your friends, oh what traitors, liked it. They actually enjoyed seeing your father as a loose, trendy guy who instead of scolded people, walked around saying silly things like, "Alright boys, let's get this bread! We gucci?"

Your Uncle Wu, on the other hand, didn't quite understand what was happening. He questioned your dad about it, then you, but you shrugged it off with an embarrassed shake of your head. "He's...in a funk." you had said.

"A 'funk', you say?"

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"I am so woke."

You rolled your eyes.

"Yassssssss!" Garmadon glanced at you, as if he liked to watch the distaste growing on your face. "You're on point--oh, nope. That was a big yikes."

At this point, he was just doing it to annoy you, wasn't he?

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"Yeet that punching bag, son!"

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"I'm so done with the weather today."

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"Shook!"

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"Sick!"

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"Highkey!"

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"Lowkey!"

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"Bro, you just gotta dab on the haters."

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The slang was getting on your nerves, and you weren't sure how much more you could take. Just how long until he stopped this madness and acted like his regular self?

At dinner time, you decided enough was enough. This was getting out of hand, especially since your friends and brother joined in on the 'fun'. "Okay dad and family," you heaved in a deep breath to centre yourself. "Would you quit the whole slang act? There's got to be a reason as to why you're...you know..." You made a motion with your hand and trailed off.

An awkward silence followed, but it trighered an odd reaction of smirks amoung your dad and familh. "She did better than I thought." he remarked.

"Better than what?" you snapped. Zane smiled and held out a hand in front of the boys. "It seems I'm the winner."

Lloyd sassily rolled his eyes, mind him, completely ignoring your question. "Zane always wins bets." Cole grumpily handed Zane a few coins. "That's because he's a nindroid. Whose idea was it to even place bets with him?" Jay shuffled around in his pockets, sending Kai a glare. "Who else? Because of you, I'm losing all of this week's allowance to Zane!"

"Hey, don't look at me! It was Garmadon's idea from the start."

"Oh come on Kai," scolded Nya, "why'd you have to give it away?"

Your gaze zeroed on the man only a few seats across the table. He sheepishly smiled, raising his hands in defense. "I was testing your patience, alright? Your friends said you've been having a problem with patience as of late, so I may or may not have been curious to see the extent of it."

You let out a long, tired sigh. "And you all were in on it?" There was a group of mumbled 'yes's' from everyone but Wu. He merely watched the exchange with a look of interest and awed confusion.

"First Spinjitzu Master," you grumbled, "why are you all like this?"

[jisvnq]

[ 03:58AM ]

title | missing you

genre | fluff, humor, a teensy-weensy itsy-bitsy dash of angst, idol!au

warnings | none

word count | 1.2k

requested | nope~

description | where jisung misses you too much, he can't fall asleep.

z.txt | idk, i just woke up in the middle of the night for literally no reason(?) and i suddenly had the inspiration to write this up lol

"Hello, Ji? What—"

"Y/nnie..." Jisung said with a yawn as soon as you picked up. His voice was heavily laced with exhaustion as he sighed. "I miss you..."

"Ji," he heard you sigh. "Isn't it nearly four there? What are you doing up?"

"I can't- can't fall asleep," he mumbled, words slurring together. "When are you coming back?"

"I'll be back home soon, Ji," your soft voice reassured him. "This tour won't last forever, so don't worry. Just a few more months to go and we'll see each other again before the new year, my love."

Even in Jisung's sleepy state, his heart fluttered at your words, somehow feeling calm and at ease just by hearing your voice.

"But that's like... five... four... three months more?" he whined, tossing around in his bed, reaching out for the special hoodie of his that you sprayed in your perfume before you left and bringing it close to his chest.

"It's two months, my love." He groaned, hearng you chuckle. "I'll be back before you know it. Don't you worry."

"But I miss you," he drawled on dramatically. "Two months is still... too long. I want to hug you now."

"Patience, Jisung," you told him patiently when you hear him whine again. "And soon as I'm home, you can hug me all you want, deal?"

"Fine," Jisung said with a pout, closing his eyes when he yawned again, breathing in the scent of you from his hoodie as he hugged it tightly. "You better keep your word on that. I'm beginning to think I've been hugging this stupid hoodie more than I've ever hugged you... and now I wanna hug you even more. Ugh. I hate this hoodie. I want you."

"Jisung, you're getting extremely... needy," you said amusedly, hearing his huff of annoyance. "That means you're extra sleepy and you need extra naps. Please tell me you have the day off today."

"I have a schedule for four... six in the afternoon...?" he trailed off, not really knowing. "Something like that, I don't know. All I know is that I miss hugging you and kissing you and just... you. I think I might cry if I don't wake up next to you tomorrow, Y/nnie."

You chuckled. "Park Jisung, get yourself together, you silly baby—!"

"Hey, I'm not a baby!" He complained. "You're the baby! I— wait, if I say I'm a baby, will you come back home to take care of me, Y/nnie?"

He heard your bright laugh on the other end and felt himself smile widely, his heartbeat speeding up a bit knowing it was him who made you laugh like that. He felt somewhat accomplished, because even in this quite odd, sleepy state of his, he still managed to make you laugh your beautiful laugh. If he could get sounds tattooed, he'd get this one right on his forehead for everyone to see— or hear.

"Ji," you said, still chuckling a bit. "You're adorable, but I'm afraid that even if you did admit you're the cutest, most precious baby in the world, I still wouldn't be able to just randomly get a flight back to Korea. The world doesn't work that way, my love."

"We'll make our own world then," he said sleepily, brain beginning to slow down when he hears you subconsciously humming to whatever music played in the background of wherever you were. "A world where we have chicken wings and can fly faster than the Flash so we can see each other whenever we want to."

You couldn't help but laugh a bit louder, muttering out a little "sorry" as you attracted quite a lot of attention to yourself. "Chicken wings... flying faster than Flash? I think you're beyond sleepy, my love."

Jisung hummed, a goofy smile spreading across his face as he imagined you giggling like mad in the middle of the makeup room. "You think? I thought it was quite clear I've been lacking in sleep since the beginning of the week, Y/nnie."

"Park Jisung, go to sleep then, silly!" You said with a shake of your head. "Need me to sing for you?"

"Yes please," Jisung said as soon as you finished your sentence, tugging the blanket up to his chin as if it was you who tucked him in, and he placed the hoodie right under his nose as if it was you he was hugging instead. He yawned. "I miss- I miss your singing too..."

"What song do you want me to sing for you, my love?" you asked him softly.

"Sing anything, any song you want to sing," Jisung said drowsily. "I don't care if you sing Mad City, Puzzle Piece, or your new song. I just want to hear you singing, I just miss hearing you- you singing."

"Alright, my love."

And with a chuckle, you sang. Your voice soft and gentle as you sang to him a familiar melody, a soothing warmth washing over his body — almost like what one of your nice and toasty hugs would give him. He was slightly thankful you didn't actually choose to sing Mad City for him to sleep to, instead a calm tune of yours he knew you wrote the lyrics to. Making it all the warmer for his heart.

His yawns became more frequent, breaths slowly beginning to even out as he began to drift off into his dreams. His dreams that consisted of you and him, in some magical wonderland, together.

You slowed to a stop when you heard his snores reach your end of the phone and you smiled to yourself. It wasn't everyday Jisung was as clingy as this, so you treasured the rare moments where he so endearingly let you take care of him when it was usually him who babied you. It wasn't everyday you got to see him in person, nor give him all the attention he definitely deserved from you either.

It made your heart ache knowing you couldn't kiss his forehead goodnight whenever he wanted you to nor hug him when he needed you to. You both knew it was inevitable when you became idols together, when you began dating. Trying your absolute hardest to keep your special relationship on the low meant constantly conflicting schedules, resulting in days, weeks, or even months of not being able to see each other at all.

But you knew he loved you, he knew you loved him, and that was enough to keep both of you going.

"Y/n," your group leader called gently, raising your chin and wiping away the tear that unknowingly fell down your cheek. Your leader gave you a sad smile. "Miss him?"

"Yeah," you sighed, sniffling a bit and standing up, your leader giving you a supportive hug as the rest of your members soon came in for a group hug as well. You looked up at them and gave them a genuinely thankful smile. "Do we need to go now?"

Your question, however, was answered by a staff member calling you up one by one for rehearsal. You looked back to your phone, putting it up to your ear to listen to Jisung's peaceful snores one last time before you had to leave your phone with a staff member who impatiently held her hand out for it.

"I love you."— and you ended the call.

[theflyingfeeling]

4, 9, 11, 23, 25 please

4) favorite character you’ve written

I don't really have any OCs and I haven't written for that many fandoms in my "career" so I don't have a whole lot of experience in writing a large range of characters, but for example from my current fandom (Blind Channel) I'd say Joel is my favourite to write because he's just so painfully human in a way that makes him very relatable and easy to capture, in away. I feel like he doesn't hide who he is so it's rather easy to write his character in a way that is believable. Also, he can sometimes be such an edgy drama queen which works well for both angst and humour. (But I also enjoy writing Joonas because he's a charming little bastard.)

9) what, if anything, do you do for inspiration?

Daydream? 😅 That's bascially it.

11) what aspect of your writing do you think has most improved since you started writing?

Uuuuuuuummmmmm that's a hard one? I'd like to think grammar, but then again I'm not so sure about that 😂 And maybe, like, the ability to actually finish stuff lol. So, patience? 'Cause writing takes a lot of patience tbh. I haven't been writing (fanfiction) for that long anyway so I don't think there's been a significant change. Someone who's read my "earlier" stuff and my new stuff can perhaps comment on this better than I can lol. (Of course there's significant change from back when I wrote a little something when I was a teenager (stuff in Finnish I never published nor finished) but I'm not gonna count that because I don't consider it as the starting point of my creative writing journey, seeing as the next time I wrote anything for pleasure was over 10 years later)

23) any obscure life experiences that you feel have helped your writing?

Well I sure know how to write about loneliness and unrequited love and stuff like that lol.

25) copy/paste a few sentences or a short paragraph that you’re particularly proud of

From my infamous ski jumping fic, ch. 6:

And that’s why Kenny runs barely eight weeks after his fourth ACL surgery. He runs, knowing very well it might cause permanent damage in his knee and cause unbearable pain later in his life. He runs, because he hopes that the ache in his knee will eventually mute the ache in his heart.

From But There's Nothing To Be Afraid Of, ch. 4:

The half-nude ones were entertaining for about as long as it took for Joonas to get himself off (which, often, wasn’t half as long as he would have hoped), but the piano ones he kept replaying over and over until he could memorise Niko’s every facial expression, every change of key, every movement of his plump lips. He kept replaying them, all the while clutching a pillow to his chest, trying to mute the inexplicable feeling there, one part of him wanting to call Niko on the spot and blab out how much he wanted to be the one Niko sent videos to until they were both pushing up daisies, another part of him wishing he didn’t have to feel like this at all.

danke schön 😽

[eyesofmist]

A Good Story Well told; a Story about a Traumatic Experience,Justified Hatred, Redemption and Love against all Odds

This post refers to a TV drama called Fatmagul, but it doesn’t really matter if you have seen it or not because the post is more about story telling and how good writing is based on details, how one apparently small detail may say or suggest much more than it seems. This is something good writers know well.

This story is about a pretty young girl called Fatmagul, who is going to marry her handsome boyfriend, Mustafa, a blue-eyed fisherman who looks like a Prince Charming. Well, he is bulding a house himself, brick by brick, the house where the couple will live when they get married. When he leaves his girl because of his misguided sense of pride and honour after she is raped by three men, he burns their house down.

His mother even says to Fatmagul that she is nothing but ashes to him any more and Fatmagul says later that Mustafa burned their house, their future and also herself when he did that.

As a result, she gets a husband she doesn't want, a husband she despises and hates. Telling why she marries this man she despises isn’t really necessary for the porpuse of this post but you can read why here.

They run away from their village and the scandal that follows the tragedy and he rents a house that, of course, doesn't belong to him, that he didn't build, that is not his. A house where Fatmagul has to live whith some members or her own family and also Kerim's adoptive mother. A house where he doesn't sleep and where he doesn't eat because he is not accepted there by his wife and he complies with her wishes. He sleeps and eats in a shed that is in the garden, a barren garden without flowers.

In the picture above there’s another beautiful detail, Kerim and Fatmagul’s brother are bringing their belongings into the rented house (only Fatmagul’s family have brought things, Kerim hasn’t brought anything and is with her family, he’s there in hostile territory, so to speak). As he unloads the objects she shouts at him ‘don’t touch that’ and runs to prevent him from touching her hope chest, the one where she still keeps her trousseau. Mustafa built this chest for her and it contains the things she kept for her wedding with her beloved.

All the family members work to turn that rented house into a place to live, perhaps a home, although it seems unlikely because everything is misery there after what happened. Fatmagul hates her husband's guts and shows this at the slightest chance, not the way we are accostumed to in most TV shows or movies but whith real viciousness. Some of the things she says feel like a slap on the face even to a spectator. Not that he doesn't deserve it, because he didn't rape her but didn't stop it either, which is disgusting enough. The fact is that neither him not Fatmagul remember if he did it or not and this is not clear until one of his former friends confirms he didn't do it. Even when this is confirmed she finds it impossible to believe him. He is guilt- ridden anyway because he didn't stop it, which is enough for him to feel like shit.

He can only look through the shed’s window longing to see his wife inside the house, cooking in the kitchen or studying in the living room, there’s no place for him in that “home”.

Anyway, I got derailed, LOL, because the detail I wanted to comment is about the house, just the house, but its so poignant and poetic to see these two looking at each other through its windows without meeting each other’s gaze, like strangers with broken hearts who have only misery in common. Whenever he tries to approach her, she averts her eyes and turns her back on him. He is the living reminder of what she suffered.

Well, we have this house that Kerim rents, which is not his, just like this wife that is not his and this “relationship” he neither built nor owns. And this is just an old dilapidated house, not like the brand new one Mustafa was building for Fatmagul and him in a beautiful sunny place. It's always cloudy here, it's cold and the house is old, ugly and in very bad condition.

All the family works to make the house habitable, they paint the walls, they cook every day, etc., but the one who mends broken things is Kerim. If anything is broken or doesn't work he fixes it. So, little by little the house starts to look different; there's a new floor, new panels for the shed walls, even the shed looks habitable although it looked absolutely awful the first night he slept there. The shed was by far what was in worst condition at first,which is quite telling.

Only looking back in time did I get this, this man, Kerim, fixes BROKEN THINGS. He didn't start from the first stone to build that little ramshackle house like Mustafa did with his new one, which was so near his parents' house. Kerim owns nothing, he doesn't even have parents, only a generous woman who raised him when he was abandoned as a kid, and he has a rented house, a “fake” family and a wife who doesn't belong to him.

He has this wife who is “temporary”, like the rented house, because he intends to go away as soon as the family is settled and she counts the days until he leaves for good because she can't even stand breathing the same air as him, as she puts it in one of the “cruel” sentences she throws at him. They both agree that the sooner he goes away the better. Until then, he fixes things in that ugly little house where he can't sleep or eat and hardly ever enters.

As I see it, all the family members contribute to Fatmagul's recovery, giving colour and warmth to that little house and also to her life that is now so cold, miserable and barren. And this feels real because she needs all of them to help her heal. The family's support is essential.

Mustafa built a house himself in his parents' grounds for him and his fiance, but she didn't take part in its construction and neither did his parents or her family. This time it is different because all of them take part in making the rented house into “a home”? I don't know yet, because I haven't finished watching the episodes, but it feels like hope.

Everything is “rented”, temporary, in another city, unwanted because none of them wanted to leave to another city, another house and another life. But here we have a girl who is absolutey broken and was an innocent virgin in love with her fiance Mustafa so little time before. First she was passive and took no part in the construction of her future and let Mustafa take the initiative in everything, later she takes the reins of her life and takes no shit from anyone any more. She studies, she starts to work and learns to drive. The girl turns into a woman and her “temporary” (“rented”) husband has patience, the patience needed to mend things or to turn ugly things into something beautiful. I'm talking about objects, but can he do the same with other types of broken things? Only time will tell because this is slowburn at its best and nothing is rushed.

How can a girl recover from a traumatic experience in no time and just because of the magic of love? Here the answer is that she can't. She needs professional help to recover and she is the only one who can start to heal from the tatters of her life when she finds the will and the strength to do so. The others can only offer their empathy, their love and support to help her.

Love doesn't conquer all and doesn't wipe her trauma with its magic. It takes hard work to fix someone as broken as she is and her traumatic experience is not just a plot device, it's taken seriously by the writers.

Anyway, we have two men here, one who loved his pure future bride and was going to have a brand new house but burned both to ashes when she was “tainted” by the evil actions of others. On the other hand, we have another who chooses to fix things and then unwittingly falls in love with a girl that has been “defiled”. He was a witness to her worst night that ended up being his worst too. In a way, she is someone else's girl and she is neither “new”, nor in “good condition”, just like the sad little house.

Unlike Mustafa's love, which didn't survive misfortune, Kerim loves her even though she was raped by three other men and everyone knows this, even though she is still in love with another man (Mustafa), even though she hates him and can't or won't forgive him and she doesn't trust him or believes him when he says he never touched her. And he feels guilty anyway because he didn't stop what happened. Kerim loves Fatmagul but doesn't expect to be loved back, not even to be forgiven, he loves her anyway and doesn't run away from the pain of being hated by the one you love. He will endure as long as she needs him. He is also willing to let go if it's better for her but ,as he says, he will never stop loving her.

This wouldn’t be the same in Western countries where a rape victim wouldn't be seen as tainted, and where girls don't wait until marriage to sleep with men, but it has a meaning in other parts of the world where some traditional patriarchal customs haven’t still disappearead as they should. Anyway, wherever you go, there’s still a long way to go until equality between men and women is really conquered. Even in Western countries many girls don’t denounce when they are raped because they fear to be under public scrutiny and that they may not be believed. They also fear their aggressors’ reactions ather the denounce or what may happen if they aren’t sent to jail.

Mustafa was in a hurry to build the new house and get married to his beautiful pure bride, but Kerim has all the patience in the world to live in rented and “shelter” houses that belong to others, with a group of family members around them, deprived of love or a woman's touch, and he fixes things gradually, step by step. It’s more about little details than great gestures.

Nearly a year passes by and he still endures, her contempt eats at him but he endures. Not only does he mend the little house but also the shed where he sleeps because his life is broken too, like the shed, due to what happend that night but also because of a terrible past he hasn't overcome. 

Eventually, she starts to trust him but even when she starts to fall in love with him, she can’t stand a man’s touch, not even his, because of what happened to her and can’t wipe from her mind. That night hovers over their heads like a curse, it’s a curse for both of them.

Little details are important though, like seeing him plant flowers in their house's flower beds when they get to have a home of their own, or like her giving him a flower pot with forget-me-nots she planted herself when they are separated.

This is a man who did something terrible, works hard to redeem himself and on the way falls in love with a girl but doesn't get forgiveness or love just because this is his heart's desire. Somewhat like Sandor and Kylo, because they all did something really terrible, it's not just a trite plot device or a trope. As far as I can see, this is treated well in Fatmagul TV show, I hope it's treated well in ASOIAF if it's ever finished, and my wishful thinking wants to believe it may be treated well in Star Wars.