#i forgot to do one of these for chap 14

[bridgeportbritt]

Anchorpoint Selvadorian Restaurant | Parkshore, SimDonia

After a trip to Selvadorada and encouragement from Grayson, Olivia decided to jump on the opportunity to buy her favorite childhood restaurant. She wanted to bring everything she learned about Selvadoradian cuisine to SimDonia while preserving some of what made this place her favorite. The restaurant is quickly becoming known as a popular spot with frequent celebrities' visits!

[schemmentisimpasours]

Simping for Schemmenti- Chap 14

The Blowup

Summary: Melissa has been more than a little stressed planning for the annual Schemmenti Christmas party and takes it out on you.

Gif of course by @babytakeittothehead

Warnings: Mentions of homophobic family, loss of a parent in vague details, hurt

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Everything had been going good in your relationship with Melissa for months now that you forgot the other foot was bound to drop. It always did. The holidays were quickly approaching and Mel had been given the opportunity to cook Christmas dinner for her whole family. Something she hadn't been allowed to do since the divorce. She was stressed out anticipating everything and anything that her family could find wrong. You spent hours trying to help her until the stress finally boiled over. At school of all places.

“This is already going to be a disaster I can tell. They are going to judge everything in the house. Talking about the pictures being too chaotic, the legos being childish, the house cluttered,” Melissa sighed tossing her bag down at the table.

Barb watched as you flinched at the comment. Everything that Melissa was finding fault in were things that you loved about your shared space. The chaotic pictures were ones of you and Melissa that had grown to cover almost one whole wall of the hallway in a collage style. The legos were sets that you had built together laughing over a bottle of wine. The clutter were things that you and Melissa had bought together on random dates together. You tried not to take it to heart and focused solely on the food in front of you.

“Those are all things that help make your house represent you and Y/N,” Barbara commented trying to point out your hurt feelings.

“I can just hear the comments now,” Melissa sighed, “Not to mention the critiques on the food. I'm gonna be getting attacked all night. Army of one reporting for duty.”

“Well you will have me,” You said reaching for her hand, “And Ava, Tara, Barbara… sounds like you have an army of five.”

Melissa stiffened underneath your hand as she seemed to take you in for the first time in days. She had been so caught up with cleaning and cooking test meals for the dinner you had gotten swept under the rug. Often spending hours at a time locked away in your reading room you felt a wedge growing between the two of you.

“You still do want Ava and Tara to come right?” You asked when Melissa didn't respond.

“Yeah, yeah,” The red head said distantly trying to figure out the seating plan in her head, “Just gonna be crowded with everyone.”

“We will find the room,” Barbara promised as another hurt glare went over your face.

"You know if you just want to say we are roommates or something I can take down our pictures and hide them in the reading room,” You offered your heart already breaking at the thought.

Melissa pondered for a moment too long that it felt like a knife in your gut when she said, “That is one idea.”

“Melissa…” Barb interjected.

“Coming out to Kristen and coming out to the family are two different things Barb,” You whispered pushing away your food, “Just leave it.”

“Yeah could you even imagine the look on Ma’s face?” Melissa let out a large laugh that sent you over the edge.

“Wouldn't want that now would we. So maybe I shouldn’t even go,” You said trying to steady your voice.

This made the redhead go silent and her hesitancy caught you off guard. After almost eight months together you thought she would at least jump to your defense but the moments seemed to drag by. Finally you couldn't take it anymore.

“I can't do this today. If you don't want me to be there Melissa just say it. I'm a big girl and can take someone telling me they aren't ready to meet the family yet," you snipped causing the whole room to fall silent.

"It's my first time being able to prove to them I'm not broken from the divorce... and I just..."

You waited for the explanation but as the minutes trickled by you gathered your things, "You know what nevermind. Don't say anything else. Your message is received. I'm not welcome at your stupid dinner party as your girlfriend, your roommate or even your friend.”

Barbara looked over horrified at the red head who had gone silent, “Melissa you don't want that right?”

But when Melissa continued to stare at you open mouthed you could feel the tears beginning to fall down your face. You shook your head and choked out, “You know what I got stuff I have to finish before winter break. I will see you at home if I'm even welcomed there anymore.”

Melissa watched you slam the door her heart already cracking in two with every step you took. It took her a minute to realize everyone in the room staring at her. She could feel their judgement as they glared over at her. Why didn't she say anything? Why did she have to freeze? How stupid was she? - those were the only thoughts that ran through her head as she looked at her coworkers.

"You know I knew you could be mean Red. I didn't realize that you could be that mean. And to think I trusted you to not break her heart. Looks like that was my mistake" Ava said putting down her coffee cup and heading after you.

Melissa turned to Barbra who had already started to get her things together "Barb I..."

"Not right now Melissa. Not right now."

Gregory and Jacob left without a word leaving only Janine staring at Melissa. Her usual cheery self was replaced by a look of pity. It made Mel break even more. How could everything around her be going so horribly wrong.

"I didn't mean it to come out that way. I didn't want them to hurt her and ruin us like they ruin everything. They figure out I'm dating her and they will rip her apart. Call her names. Judge her. I can't stand there and watch them abuse the woman I love. "

“Then don’t let them! Stand up to them and tell them to go to hell. Don't even give them a chance to think for one second that they have a right to talk to her like that,” Janine countered, “You are giving them to much power in a relationship they aren't even in.”

“I'm just scared okay!” Melissa yelled back, “I'm scared to show her my family and for her to see how truly fucked up we all are. How they still make me feel like I'll never amount to anything. That I'll never be a good wife or a mother. That I'm just a broken piece of shit.”

"That. That is what you should have told her. You should have given her the chance to decide what she could and couldn't handle," Jeanine argued, "Not whatever crock of shit you said. You didn't even give her a chance to prove them wrong. Instead you proved how right they could be.”

Melissa was sobbing head in her hands as the younger teacher spoke, “What do I do?”

“I would go before you lose her. I can take your kids down the the gym.”

And with that Janine held out a tissue for Melissa who wiped away her tears and half of her eye makeup in the process. To distraught to care she hurried out of the room.

Melissa searched in your classroom first but your things were already packed up nicely and your children’s stuff gone for the winter break. She looked into the cafeteria where kids milled around watching holiday movies till dismissal but Gregory was standing watch over your kids, ignoring you. Ava was in her office but sent you the middle finger emoji over text when you tried to approach. Melissa looked in the parking lot but her car was still there. Y/N was nowhere to be found.

Rushing to Barb’s classroom she burst in just as she was about to send her kids down to watch movies. Noticing your frantic state she sent them by themselves only slightly cringing at the disorderly line and the noise they made.

“Melissa what is going on, you look like you are about to fall apart.”

“Y/N gone. Can’t find. Her. No idea. Where. Panic attack,” Melissa panted, “Help.”

Never one to stay mad for too long Barb immediately engulfed Melissa into a hug holding her tight. Physical touch was the only way to calm down these panic attack she had learned during Melissa’s brutal divorce. It had been years since she had to use it but still remembered the exact spot she needed to rub Melissa’s back to get her to slow down her breathing. Once her work wife had calmed Barb brought her to an empty table.

“Let’s start again from the top.”

“I went to go apologize for all of that stupid shit I said back at lunch and when I went to find Y/N she was gone. My car is still here but she is missing. Then the more I started to think about all that could go wrong the more I was reminded of Joe and how he used to leave the house for hours sometimes days at a time when we fought and I just.. Spiraled. I never meant to hurt her Barb. Not like this not ever.”

“Have you told Y/N about how Joe used to leave you like that?” Barb asked still holding Melissa’s hand.

“No,” she sniffled.

“Well you told each other when you got triggered you would talk about it. Work through it together. So it sounds like you have a lot of talking to do with her. You said some pretty harsh shit Mel or I guess you lacked saying a lot that you should have,” Barb replied never one to mince words to spare feelings, “She has every right to be upset right now but I know she cares to much about you to have done the shit Joe used to. She probably needed some space.”

“How can I talk to her when I have no idea where she went!” Melissa snapped.

“Go home and check, something tells me Y/N is curled up in that reading room you made her.”

“Oh shit, I didn’t even think about that,” Melissa said before scrambling out the door. Moments later she was back looking at her best friend, “I really am sorry Barb. I got… lost earlier and I hurt her and I took it out on you and I am so sorry.”

Barb waved her off, “Already forgotten now go and call me when you can. I love you.”

“Love you too,” Melissa called as she ran down the hallway.

Snow still clung to her windows as she rushed home barely able to see through the icy windshield. She almost left the car running in her haste to get to you but doubled back when she couldn’t get in the house without her key. Taking two stairs at a time she made her way to the reading corner you had grown to love so much and entered without a knock.

You were curled up in the chair a framed picture of you and Melissa cuddled to your chest your eyes puffed red with tears. Upon her entrance you looked away from Melissa and tried to slow your breathing.

“Y/N you scared me shitless I thought I was gonna find you dead on the sidewalk,” Melissa said panting, “It’s a freaking snow storm out there.”

“Listen Melissa… I can’t do this right now,” You said pushing to your feet, “I just can’t.”

Melissa placed her back against the door, “We don’t have to talk about it right now but you can’t leave. Joe.. he left every time we argued. Stormed out in the middle of the conversation and left me to wonder if he was dead or ever coming back. He used my fear against me until I caved and gave him what he wanted. When you left school today, I was that scared woman again wondering if the person I loved was dead or just never coming back. I panicked so much I had to go to Barb to learn how to breathe again. I said some hurtful things, and I respect that you can’t talk to me right now but we said we would be honest with each other and I hope you respect that I need you to stay. Till you are ready to talk.. I need you to stay. If you really want to leave after we talk you can go. Just let me have the chance to explain.”

She watched your eyes soften and you almost reached out to her before you took your hand back. The action broke Melissa’s heart more than when you had left the teacher’s lounge earlier. You cuddled back into your chair as far from your girlfriend as you could and Melissa sank against the door.

She replayed how she would apologize over and over again, listing all the ways it could go wrong to pass the time until she heard you call her name. She immediately pushed away from the door, crawling closer till she was sitting on the floor in front of you.

“My mom died on Christmas,” You said softly pulling at the loose string on the blanket, “I had just turned eight the month before and we were so excited for the holidays. It was the only time of the year Mom could take some time off work to be with us. Tara was getting close to going off to college and this was gonna be our last Christmas together. Which I guess in a sense it was just not the way we expected. She fell to the ground shaking and I couldn't find the damn phone. She always placed it somewhere and would never remember where it was. Tara was in the shower and I pounded on the door until she opened up and helped me call 911. She died on the way to the ER after a seizure. They told us a tumor had been growing in her brain for months undetected therefore untreated. She would have died even if I had found the phone but a part of me always has that what if. That those couple of minutes could have saved her. Christmas has never been the same since.”

“Oh Y/N..” Melissa tried but you cut her off.

“I didn't tell you because I know how excited you were for this chance. And Christmas got better when Ava started living with us. We became our own misfit family. But that is just it Melissa. That is the only family I have. You always talk about your siblings and your family and I can tell that even when they piss you off that you love them. For once I wanted to see it with my own eyes. The family that raised you, since you already met mine. But you wouldn’t tell me that you wanted me here. With you. And I was back to that eight year old girl sitting alone at the Christmas tree wondering what I did wrong.”

“Nothing, you did nothing wrong,” Melissa said gently reaching for your hand. You didn’t pull away, which was a good sign, “I was wrong. For being obsessed over this whole damn thing in the first place. Christmas has always been a big deal to the Schemmenti’s and I wanted to be able to show them that I didn’t need Joe. That they didn’t only love me because of him. Like he said they did. But what I should have been focused on is the people who already care for me and show me every day they do. You, Tara, Ava, Barb… even damn Jacob, Gregory, and Janine. Y’all are my family. I want you at Christmas dinner. I want you by my side every day not matter what I am doing and I am so sorry I couldn’t express that to you. You are the most important thing in my life and I want the whole world to know it.”

“Seems like the holidays are pretty hard for both us,”you smiled your tears finally subsiding, “But at least we can work through it together. Right?”

“Together. Always and forever,” Melissa promised kissing your hand, “I love you.”

“I love you too. Now get up here I am fucking freezing.”

Melissa curled herself around you wiping away the last of your tears before kissing you on the forehead. And as you both laid together coming back to your own peace Melissa wondered if they could lock the outside world away and stay in this precious bubble of love and understanding you had created together.

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[thepersonnamedsam]

memories - mv1

pairing: max verstappen x fem!reader

summary: a trip down memory lane helps max overcome his biggest fear

word count: 1k

warnings: mentions of panic attacks/hyperventilation, the gas station

note: the first ever story for my 1‘000 follower special! finally

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Max hated the flashbacks. The times his mind played tricks on him - he hated it so much that he started to try and hurt himself to make it stop.

He stopped when he met you though. He was only 14 years old when he first saw you at the gas station with your family.

His father left him that day, sad and hungry. He heard you laugh before he saw you. But the moment you fell into his eyesight he forgot all about his worries - how to get home, how to face his father, how to eat.

You saw that little, okay maybe not so little, boy, standing all alone at a gas station in a foreign country. You had to go and talk to him. Ask him if he was alright. He wasn’t, but you made it alright with your presence.

„Max, do you remember the day we met? Hmm? It was a long time ago, over 10 years“, your voice quiet but steady. „Max, honey, listen to me; breathe in through your nose and breathe out through your mouth.“

Max‘ head laid in your lap. Your hands softly gripped his head and his eyes were fixated on your face. It reminded him of your first kiss.

You were laying in the grass of a field. Your head in his lap, his hands brushing hair out of your face. „Can I kiss you?“, he had asked softly. His heart was racing, feared of your rejection. But you had smiled softly at him and nodded your head yes.

His eyes closed and your lips touched. The kiss had been dry and warm. You felt his chapped lips against your soft ones. He was so gentle, afraid to break you in any way.

„Maxy, can you look at me, please?“

Max opened his eyes, he saw you staring down at you, the softest smile formed on your lips.

„Hi honey, you’re doing so good. Let’s steady that breathing of yours, hmm?“, you hummed. His head only barely able to nod.

„Alright, you remember box breathing?“, you asked him. „You remember the time I told you about my therapist and how she taught me this method?“

You had just gotten out of therapy and Max was waiting with his VW Golf in front of the building. „How was it?“, he’d asked. „Good, tiring. She taught me this method to regulate my breathing“, you told him.

„You breathe in for seven seconds and imagine the top line of a box, then you hold your breath for seven seconds and imagine the right side of that box. Breathe out for seven seconds again and imagine the underside and therefore you hold your breath for seven seconds again and imagine the left side.“

It had worked. For you at least. Every time Max was close to boil over he tried the box breathing - only to think back about the moment you told him how it worked.

„Honey, you’re doing so great. Breath in - hold - breathe out and hold again. Good. Can you look at me, Max?“

His blue eyes searched yours and he felt safe. He felt safe in your arms and would only ever feel safe in yours. You were his rock, his safe haven. You and only you.

„Hi Max“, you smiled at the boy. „Hi“, he waved back at you. „I didn’t think I‘d ever see you again“, he told you. „I know where you live“, you had laughed. „We brought you home, remember?“

His cheeks reddened with heat; „Oh yeah, thanks for that again.“ - „No problem, Maxy.“ He still wondered how and why you came back. He was a pathetic little boy. He was only successful when he won, but he didn’t, he was rightfully treated like he was.

But still, you stood there, smiling and looking at him with those hopeful eyes. And he knew that moment he couldn’t ever let you go.

„Good, good! You’re regulating your breathing, that’s so good. Max, you are in your drivers room in Abu Dhabi. You just got pole position. It’s okay, I’m here.“

Max looked at you and slowly sat up. He leaped forward and hugged you tight. He was glad to have you by his side.

„Thank you“, Max breathed out. „Don’t thank me for that.“

Max smiled lightly and you finally saw that spark light up his eyes again. His hand went into his pocket and took out a little red velvet box.

One last deep breath and Max bent down on to one knee and opened the box. The ring inside was shimmering in the light of the room. Tears started to form in your eyes.

„y/n, I love you, with all my heart. You shared my life with me for the last decade and I am so thankful for that.

From the first delicate notes of our story to the crescendo of shared dreams, you've become the symphony that colors my world. As we dance through the chapters of our lives, I can't help but envision the harmonious future that awaits us. With each step, I've realized that love is not just a fleeting emotion; it's the foundation upon which we've built a sanctuary of understanding and compassion.

So, in this serenade of time, I offer you my heart, an eternal promise wrapped in the delicate strings of vulnerability. Will you, with grace as boundless as the ocean, share this waltz of life with me? Let our love be the melody that guides us through the verses yet unwritten, and may our journey be a masterpiece painted with the strokes of enduring affection.“

„Yes, you little poet!“ And Max stood up and lifted you off the ground. Kissed you with all his emotions his little heart possessed. And he was glad to have you.

„Oh thank god, my biggest fear was you’d say no“, he breathed out. You giggled and kissed your now fiancé. „Why would I? I love you so much, Maxy. Is that why you had to hyperventilate? Aww baby, I’m so sorry.“ Max shook his head, quickly kissed your lips and told you: „I was so nervous, I actually wanted to propose in the garage, but here we are.“

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[cha-melodius]

2024 Fic Year in Review

My fifth fic year in review! It's always wild to go back and look at how far I've come. As always, feel free to grab this if you want to do your own; I've stitched it together over the years. And thank you to everyone who read my fics this year, whether it was one or all of them.

2020 | 2021 | 2022 | 2023

AO3 Username: chamel My Page: Link Active Fandoms: Red, White & Royal Blue: 14 works Loki: 3 works The Man from UNCLE (2015): 1 work New Fandoms: The Pairing (CMQ novel; 1 work) Total Number Of Completed Works/Word Count This Year: 23 works, 303k words All Time: 135 works, 1.57 million words

Most Popular One Shot (by kudos): This Year: Trying My Patience (Try Pink Carnations) (RWRB, Alex/Henry, E, 9.4k) All Time: Class(room) Warfare (RWRB, Alex/Henry, T, 7.8k words)

Most Popular Completed Multi-Chapter (by kudos):  This Year: False Dichotomy (RWRB, Alex/Henry, E, 62k) All Time: Please Don't Let Me Be So Understood  (RWRB, Alex/Henry, E, 20k words)

Events/Challenges: The Man From U.N.C.L.E. Gift Exchange 2024, A Royally Big Bang, Lokius Reverse Bang, idk do what you want exchange

More reflections, stats, and planned fics below the cut!

Additional Random AO3 Stats

By number of fics: 79% one shots, 21% multi-chaps

By word count: 69% multi-chaps (nice), 31% one shots

Ratings by number of fics: 48% E-rated, 26% M-rated, 26% T-rated

Musical artists contributing highest number of titles: spread out this year, but Wilco, Metric & Sufjan Stevens came in with 2 each

Looking back, did you write more fic than you thought you would this year, less, or about what you’d expected?  I was wrong in my 2024 roundup post—I wrote 25k more words this year despite having 10 fewer fics. Which I did NOT expect. I figured I was trucking along to make my usual ~270k, but I forgot about The Secret Fics lol.

What’s your own favorite story of the year?  I think I have to go with Body and Soul(mate), which I'm just so so proud of. I love how it came out and I think it's really original.

Did you complete your writing goals from last year?  The Goal: My goal is to have a similar mix of fics as least year, and also to write my first collaboration with @cricketnationrise, which will be a long multichap. First part, pretty close. I wrote more multichaps (21% vs 15%) this year, which meant fewer fics in total. Second part, oops. Cricket and I have both been busy, but the hockey fic lives!! We'll get to it eventually!

Do you have any writing goals for the New Year? I can't believe I'm gonna say this but... write more original fiction. See below for more on that. Fanfic wise... finally finish some of the planned stories I've had kicking around for a while.

Did you take any writing risks this year? I submitted a pitch for an anthology, was accepted, and wrote my first original story! I had a lot of fun with it and I think I'll purse more next year. Idk if I'm ready for a whole novel and trying to get (more) published, but we'll see.

Story of mine most under-appreciated by the universe, in my opinion: Even though it's numbers have come up since publishing, I'm still gonna go with The Impossible Soul, aka my Westworld-esque android/human AU.

Most fun story to write: Probably Body and Soul(mate). Figuring out all the body swaps and soulmate lore was a lot of fun and the whole thing just flowed so well.

Biggest disappointment: Why do I keep this question? I hate complaining publicly. 😂 My biggest disappointment is that I sometimes let fandom drama/trends/popularity make me feel bad. Being mad because a fandom loves X type of fic doesn't help anyone.

Biggest surprise: I'm not sure I really had any big surprises this year. Biggest surprise in my stats was that my percent of explicit works is way up—T used to be my most-used rating. Part of that is publishing fewer one-shots, since those tend to be T for me, whereas a long fic is more likely to be E.

Coming soon/planned for 2024: It's a little depressing how so many of these are the same as last year. Hence the resolution above, I guess.

Kissed Out (RWRB pro-pool players AU)

RWRB 1940s noir AU

RWRB conductor/piano soloist AU

RWRB Jurassic Park AU

RWRB rodeo rider/polo player AU

RWRB hockey AU (with cricket)

A shitload of prompts from my fandom fest

Extremely delinquent MTH fics

TMFU art thief/gallery owner AU

Thanks to folks who tagged me in their year in review posts, including @loki-is-my-kink-awakening, @kiwiana-writes, and @porcelainmortal

[techs-goggles9902]

From the WIP ask game: I would like to know about the modern au tbb please? :)

TBB Modern AU Pt.1

Requests are open for all listed fandoms! See Masterlist for details. It’ll take me a minute to write bc I’m still emotionally traumatized by TBB s3

Summary: the bad batch but in a modern setting (duh).

Warning: talks about death and a bad car accident. I think there’s swearing (I forgot lmao) nothing bad happens but traumatic pasts are talked about.

Word Count: 1530 (I think)

A/N: Im so tired 😭 it’s 1:14 am at the moment. Anyway, I didn’t plan on making a series but I’ve kept you waiting far too long, bestie. THE ENDING IS INTENTIONAL. IM WORKING ON IT I SWEAR

NOTE: if confused about the occupations of the batch members, see this link.

“Echo, help me!” Omega says, bounding down the narrow hallway of the small apartment they were currently living in. She holds out a hair tie with a few stray strands of her blonde hair curling around the fabric.

Echo sighs, taking her hand in his good hand and leading her over to their raggedy couch littered with rips and mismatched pieces of cloth stitched to the creaky leather.

“Why didn’t you have Hunter do your hair? I don’t even have hair,” he sighs, gathering his sister’s wavy locks with his hands, careful so her hair wouldn’t get caught in his prosthetic.

“He’s sleeping. Still. He and Crosshair were trying to beat… what’s the game called? Gobbler’s Gate? I don’t know, but anyway, he and Cross pulled an all-nighter.” She never could remember that damn game her brothers were obsessed with beating.

“Baldur’s Gate,” Echo reminds her, sighing deeply. Hunter had to start making his deliveries soon, people needed their Doordash.

“Yeah, that!” Omega winces as Echo pulls her hair while tying off her ponytail.

“Sorry, kid.” He gives her shoulder a gentle squeeze with his left hand, his only real hand. “Come help me pick my hat.”

Omega gasps and whips around to face her big brother. “Really? I get to pick your hat today?”

“Yeah, why not? C’mon.” Echo takes her by the hand, always his left hand so he can feel her warm fingers clasping his own. They tiptoe through the hall, Echo’s footsteps muffled by the thick, fluffy slippers he wore, and towards the room he was given when he moved in with them. He’s a brother they didn’t know they had.

Jango got around, Rex had said when he introduced Echo to the batch. That’s what they called themselves, the “batch”. I raised him right, don’t worry, boys. Echo’s a good lad. He had gotten into a car accident not long after he and his twin, Fives, turned 21. Both sustained catastrophic injuries, Echo losing both legs around the knees, his right arm, and gaining severe burns on most of his remaining body. Fives on the other hand… he didn’t make it to the hospital.

Echo was slowly but surely growing back the hair he lost, yet he still finds comfort in wearing his beanies, whether it’s his tie-dyed one or the white one with yellow eyes on the fold, just like the creepy clown Omega had nightmares about.

“Which one for today?” Echo asks, gesturing to the assortment of beanies he keeps laid out on his dresser. He lowers himself onto his mattress with a low grunt. They couldn’t afford bed frames. Omega looks back at his pale blue hoodie, which Echo also has a colorful assortment of, and she selects the royal blue beanie, placing it on his growing follicles.

“That one’s perfect.” She steps back, admiring her work.

“Alright kid, what’s today’s objective? Park? Library? Bothering Wrecker at the mall?”

Omega looks down and furrows her brow as she thinks of what she and Echo should do. She looks up at him with thoughtful eyes. “Can we… visit Fives?”

Echo blinks in surprise and a smile tugs at his chapped lips. “I’d like that. I’d like that alot.”

They’re interrupted by Crosshair’s cursing from the room he shares with Tech. “Shit shit shit. Echo, what the hell? It’s almost 9!” He spits out over his shoulder as he rushes down the hall.

“I’m not in charge of your schedule, Cross! It’s not my fault you played Baldur’s Gate all night,” Echo stands and meets his fuming brother in the living room/kitchen. Crosshair’s trying to tie his shoes with shaky fingers. He’s never been late before, not once. His job was one of two stable jobs the batch had.

“Hey… calm down. They can’t fire you, you’re the reason the diner’s getting busy again.” Echo’s knees creak as he kneels down and puts a hand on his brother’s shoulder.

Crosshair sits back on his heels, tilting his head back with a sigh. “Y-yeah… nothing to worry about.” He looks back at Echo. “You good with spaghetti tonight?”

Echo hums in agreement as Crosshair gets back on his feet. “I’ll be back at 6.” Crosshair unhooks his keys from the rusty rack and leaves.

Omega comes out of Echo’s room wearing his black beanie. Echo groans, “Meg, that clashes with your outfit, I can’t be seen with you now.”

She giggles, pulling her soft teal cardigan around her body. Her white leggings were just begging to be stained. “Echo, I do believe you’ve said ‘black goes with everything’.”

He rolls his eyes, shaking his head fondly.

***

They ate, forced Hunter to awaken from his peaceful sleep, and walked Wrecker to his job at the nearby mall as a security guard. He only took up the job since they lived in a bad neighborhood and he got to tackle people for a living.

“Isn’t it funny that Wrecker’s kinda a cop and Tech sells illegal stuff on the black market?” Omega asked Echo after Wrecker jogged off to make it on time for his shift. The pair strolled towards the bus stop they used to get from Ord Mantell to Coruscant.

“Well…” Echo considered. “It’s a little funny.” Omega grins and clasps his hand tighter. They step into the little covered bench at the bus stop.

“So… how come you moved out of Rex’s house? I mean, he has a nice place and all.” Omega wasn’t with the family when Echo moved in. She’s never asked him about his life before the batch, not unless it was about Fives.

“I… Rex takes in a lot of our brothers. He wants the Fett family to… stay together, I guess. We were all marines or some type of soldier at one point, so we’re all similar. I didn’t… fit in with our other brothers, even if we’re all family. Rex introduced me to the batch and they said I was welcome to move in.” Echo gives her hand a squeeze. “They needed the rent money, too.”

Omega grins, squeezing his hand back.

***

The bus dropped them off a block away from the Coruscant City Cemetery, which was in a pretty decent neighborhood. Omega tugs the wired earbuds out of her ears, handing Echo back his phone. On bus rides, he always let her listen to her music, mostly to make sure she didn’t hear the things drunks always say to Echo.

“Who were you listening to this time, Meg?”

“Lana. I like her song Salvatore,” she says, slipping her hand right back into her brother’s larger one. Lana as in Lana Del Rey, one of Omega’s favorite singers.

They take their time strolling down the Coruscant streets, Echo pointing out his favorite spots occasionally. The wrought iron fence bordering the cemetery comes into view; large, shiny headstones poke out of the ground behind the iron gates.

Echo memorized the spot where he buried his twin, Section 5, row 5, 5 stones from the fifth tree. Of course Fives’ name wasn’t actually Fives, he just loved the number.

“Jango loved Fords… so he named Fives after ‘em.” The small headstone is just up ahead. Omega slowly walks up to it, kneeling a few inches away from the edge of the stone.

“Ford Fett… Echo, what’s your real name?” She asks, gently brushing her palm over the granite marker, stray pine needles blow away as she does so.

Echo pauses, keeping his distance from his sister and his brother’s grave. He slides his hands into his hoodie, shifting his weight. “Elliot.”

Omega hums in acknowledgement, bobbing her head. She says something under her breath to the headstone, Echo doesn’t bother asking her what she said. He keeps his gaze down to the dirt beneath Omega’s knees, a soft smile tugging at his lips.

We have a sister, Fives… oh, you would’ve loved her…

***

Aggressive meowing comes from the apartment as Echo and Omega walk up to the door. The pair exchanges glances. “Is that a cat?” Omega asks.

“I… I don’t even wanna know.” Echo sighs and opens the door to find an angry Tech and a gross looking cat staring up at him. The cat’s dusty brown coat is surprisingly shiny in the light.

“You cannot chew my socks. How many times have I told you this?” Tech spits out, jabbing a slender finger in the cat's direction.

“Are you having a full conversation with the cat? Also, why do we have a cat?” Echo asks. Omega smiles and kneels down beside the feline, new grass stains on the knees of her leggings catch Tech’s eye. He sighs.

“Wrecker brought him home when he returned from his shift. He’s out acquiring the needed supplies for keeping a cat. He named him Gonky. Who names a cat Gonky?”

“Wrecker, apparently.” Echo looks between his brother, the cat, and Omega, sighing and walking off to his room. He wasn’t sharing a room because his nightmares kept his former roommate - Hunter - awake. He can hear Gonky meowing at Tech, an occasional hiss when Tech refuses to give him a sock, along with Omega’s laughing.

***

“What the… why the hell do we have a cat?”

Taglist: @will-is-silly @fionajames @sevdidntdie @hellhound5925 @dangraccoon @skellymom @ithillia (so you know I posted)

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[rosescries]

hello! i love your writing in "they wait for you". i wanted to ask if you have any fun hcs of mc & the toys' relationships?

I'm glad you like it! I'm trying real hard with this fic. :)

As for hcs? Hmmm...

Mc would ride on Catnap's back when she was younger, and he enjoyed this immensely. He could cart her off wherever he pleased. :)

He would do this present day too if Mc would let him, but she worries she's too heavy now. This annoys him greatly.

DogDay would do a lot of dramatics just to get a laugh out of Mc. Like the slide thing mentioned in chap 14.

Both Huggy and Kissy would wrap their arms around Mc when she was younger and swing her around. And she loved this.

Mc could never complete Statues when she was in the Game Station, so PJ always caught her. They kind of made their own game up eventually.

Mc would run and jump around him, and play hide and seek, until he manages to wrap her up and give her a lick. She managed to last a bit longer each time until they pulled her out of the Station entirely.

Bunzo caught her a lot too, but would try not to be so loud when he could see her getting really frazzled.

Mommy never singled out favorite kids, like a good mother never would, but if Mc and Theo were quietly playing in the corner well... she supposed they were just too hidden for her to find.

And if she indulged them a little more when Mc asked, well no one was going to say anything about it.

Mc liked trying to climb her and use her arms like monkey bars. She usually did it when other kids had her attention, thinking she was being sneaky. Mommy pretended not to notice.

Mc made the toys feel normal again, in a way. A little more whole. She did for nearly everyone she met.

Maybe it was the way she talked, like they were just another kid, or they way she clearly adored them with every fiber of her tiny body, but they loved her just as much as she did them.

Mc never actually forgot them. She forgot some things that happened, yes. But not them.

DogDay and Bobby liked playing with Mc's hair and putting it up. She liked the feeling of it. They often got Crafty's opinion too.

Mc would put little braids in the fur on DogDay's ears and in Crafty's mane and tail when she was sleepy. Before inevitably being carted off into Catnap's embrace to sleep.

Okay, I'm gonna end it there. I could probably go on and on. I know this was mainly past stuff, but the present is kind of hard for fun things they do. :/

[jesterboystrick]

Tagged by @ghost-maya to answer 20 questions for fic writers.

I was honestly tagged in this way too long ago, started answering a few questions, then forgot about it in my drafts forever until Maya just tagged me in ANOTHER fic tag game. So, now I have to post this one so THAT one can waste away in my drafts for a while instead, obviously.

Y'all get ready, I'm about to ramble more than necessary on some of these because I love to talk. May not seem like it from how little I post here, but oh boy I'm a talker.

how many works do you have on ao3?

41, which is too fucking many considering I only started in august 😂

what's your total ao3 word count?

113,710

what are your top five fics by kudos?

1. With Hearts in His Eyes (in progress ZoSan multi-chap) 2. Dressed Down (ZoSan) 3. What Happens in the Timeskip, Stays in the Timeskip (ZoSan) 4. A Different Sensation (ZoSanZo) 5. Incentive (SanZo) What's really interesting to me is that my top by hits look the same, except A Different Sensation is replaced with Melt. Melt being in my top 5 hits has baffled me since it made it up there a while ago. I mean, I love that, but I'm shocked that a rarer pair beat out 14 zsz fics for the 4th spot. Shouts out to the CrocSan enjoyers I guess! Glad y'all enjoy it.

what fandoms do you write for?

One Piece. I write whatever I get ideas for, so I technically have some wips for other things, but I don't intend to post any of those and haven't worked on anything non-One Piece since I started posting... except a oneshot I just started recently... you might see that one day if I finish it, but maybe not. Don't worry about it.

do you respond to comments? why or why not?

Yup! No real "why." Sometimes a handful of them build up in my inbox before I get around to answering them, but I just like saying at least a thank you for every comment.

what's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Was the All Blue Ever Real? probably. I feel like a lot of my other dark or angsty fics have something that brings the angst up a little by the end, like All That's Left and Scum, since they end with a bit of comfort, and ones like Raw Deal DO end decidedly bad for at least one involved party, but I think of those as way more whump than angst, if that distinction matters here. You Stifle Me, I Suffocate might be up there, but it doesn't quite have a real ending. Since all of it is just Sanji remembering something from his childhood, the ending is just "and then One Piece happens". More... sour tasting ending than clear cut angst. So, all that said, quantifying the angstiEST fic ending is a bit weird, but I'll go with Was the All Blue Ever Real? since it's just kinda bleak all the way around, haha. It's also a more... mundane angst, if that makes sense? No one's getting devil fruit tortured or anything, shit just sucks. Is Scum angstier though, despite the bit of comfort at the end? 🤷‍♂️ Idk, you tell me.

what's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

😂😂😂 I don't really set out to write happy endings, at least not intentionally. Sometimes they do happen to me, but my plot based stuff usually isn't overwhelmingly happy, so the happiest ending so far is probably by default just something that's more smut focused. I guess... What Happens in the Timeskip, Stays in the Timeskip.

do you get hate on fics?

Not yet! The worst I've gotten is one or two comments that were just... a little hard to decipher. They could be, or could not be, lol 🤷‍♂️. There's one in particular that comes to mind that I genuinely can't tell if it was meant to be positive or negative, so in my mind, it's just neutral. 🤣

do you write smut?

Hahaha. Yeah.

do you write crossovers?

Nope. I'll never say never to just about anything, because who knows what I'll feel like writing in the future, but crossovers have never appealed to me much as a reader or writer. Technically, there's been a few times I've started just a little bit of one, but not seriously, more as just a fun little exercise to entertain myself for a single quick writing session, then immediately forget about.

have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not to my knowledge, and I sure hope not.

have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope.

have you ever cowritten a fic before?

Not yet, but I'm not opposed to it! Never done any cowritting, so I don't know how well I do in that sort of situation, but there's a few fic writer friends I could picture myself trying it out with some day if we ever felt drawn to the right idea for it together.

what's your all time favorite ship?

I really don't know. There is no one favorite ship for me. I could tell you what ships I think about the most at any given time, but that changes so frequently that the answer would be different if you asked me again in a week. Easy cop-out way to answer this: If I check my fic reading spreadsheet that I started at the beginning of January, DofCora is the ship I've read the most of so far this year. Make of that what you will 🤣

what's the wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Considering I have probably around 300 things in my One Piece wip folder (not an exaggeration, I don't have an exact count rn, but it's for sure around there at this point in time), there's plenty of answers to this, but to pick something specific, any of my super long aus. I have several au ideas/wips that are basically "rewriting all of One Piece" type aus, and realistically I'm never posting ANY OF THEM. I know that. I only even let myself delusionally pretend i might ever get around to finishing ONE. A few of my faves are a strawhat role swap au, an au that changes all the strawhat's backstories pretty drastically, and the pro wrestling au. I wish all three of those could be epic length masterworks that retell all of One Piece, because that's how I initially envisioned them, but it's just never going to happen. There's a few of those big fic ideas that I might cut up into the more manageable or best parts and post isolated scenes of some day, but I know none of them will ever get written in their entirety and that's a bummer. The pro wrestling au is the one out of the aus I mentioned that I most want to make work, somehow, some way, some day, but we'll see if it ever shakes out.

what are your writing strengths?

Starting things. I have ideas constantly and I start new wips multiple times a week, sometimes multiple times a day.

what are your writing weaknesses?

Finishing things. I have ideas constantly and I'm always starting new wips. I can't finish them all.

I know these last two questions probably mean more the writing itself, not the process of writing, but I honestly don't really know. It feels a bit lame and too broad to say that I feel like I'm good a dialogue and not as good at anything that comes between, but I don't even know if that's true of my writing on it's own, or just an indication of where my priorities lie and what I'm most focused on and interested in when doing the writing. I've gotten a few comments on how I write characters, saying that they feel in character or very "human," and that certain scenarios or the way characters react to them (particularly on darker fics) are very real or realistic, and I think about those comments a lot. I really appreciate and treasure them. So if you believe those comments, I suppose that might be my strength, which isn't at odds with my feeling that dialogue is something that comes more naturally to me. I imagine they're probably connected.

thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I wouldn't do it. I'm not opposed to the idea of it, but I wouldn't do it myself because I'm only fluent in English and have no way of ensuring that I'd be writing something accurately or comprehensibly on my own. If I ever felt a fic absolutely needed it for some reason, I would ask someone fluent in that language to help or I just wouldn't do it at all.

first fandom you wrote for?

Something related to DC Comics, for sure.

favorite fic you've ever written?

Similarly to my answer on favorite ships, I really don't have just one favorite fic. It changes too often to say, and I tend to have a recency bias for newly posted fics or ones I've reread recently. I'd say that since the start of this year, my fave posted fic of mine has cycled most often between Every Time You Kiss Me, I Could Cry, Scum, and Raw Deal, but a good 1/2 to 2/3rds of my posted fics have been my favorite at one point or another, if only for a few days in some cases.

tagging

As always, I don't really know who to tag, so if you see this and want to do it, consider yourself tagged.

[agentplutonium]

20 Questions For Fic Writers Game

I got tagged by the ever talented @mr-laveau, thank you veauifer for that! I love games like this actually

I think I'm gonna tag @maxpaulll because you hate tag games and I think it's funny, and also @dizzy-n-busy even though I know you don't have a lot on ao3 at the moment (I just like telling people you also write fics on top of doing cool artwork/lh), also anyone else who wants to do this can! (do it. you don't need my permission. this is a threat. /lh)

1 - How many works do you have on AO3?

41. I have no social life.

2 - What's your total AO3 word count?

168,758. Again, have no social life.

3 - What fandoms do you write for?

Currently, I write for Redacted Audio and NeXus. We don't talk about my past fandoms /j

4 - What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Welp. Let's get into this.

#1 is Natural Enemies an unfinished spider!deku x Rody Soul multi-chap fic.

#2 is Dances in the Morning a Matchablossom (Kojiro Nanjo (Joe) x Cherry Blossom (Kaoru Sakurayashiki) one shot.

#3 is Infinity another Matchablossom one shot.

#4 is Paranoia an emotional hurt/comfort Denki & Sero one shot.

#5 is Symphony yet another Matchablossom one shot.

I will not explain anything.

5 - Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I do! I love getting comments and I usually respond as soon as I get the email (because if I don't, I will forget they are there-)

6 - What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Uhhhh one sec I have to remind myself of what I wrote. OKAY SO I think the closest contender (I don't write angsty fics) would be The Mission a Kaminari/Shinsou fic. Or possibly even Oh, Captain, Let's Make a Deal which was something i wrote for a fandom event. The only other thing I can think of is an Imp!Milo fic where he loses Sweetheart and basically becomes the same shell that Asher is, but that one is unpublished. I don't really write angst-ending fics, I'm more start with angst and end happily. OH BUT WAS I WRONG (i was looking for examples for another question) I forgot about Space Between an Imp!Freelancer/Vindemiator fic. Oh my god, it’s not my best but fuck does it hurt.

7 -What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Oooo okay so top contenders are Four Years, Not Forever a Sero/Todoroki fic, or once again Dances in the Morning or Infinity. Those last two are in my top five for a reason.

8 - Do you get hate on fics?

I. Don't think so. If I did I don't remember. I think there was one whole comment where someone fucking pulled out one word of the fic and said "it ruined the fic" for them and "they had a hard time continuing" which i won't even get into cause it was like a one-time thing. It was a rediculous comment in context anyway.

9 - Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I don't, I want to, unsure if I'll ever post it though.

10 - Do you write crossovers?

No? I definitely don't now but I think I've gotten close in the past.

11 - Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I don't think so.

12 - Have you ever had a fic translated?

There was one offer, but I don't think it ever went anywhere.

13 - Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Technically yes, but it fell through. Would consider co-writing with someone though, depending on who they were/what the fic was.

14 - What's your all time favorite ship?

As of right now Milo/Sweetheart, but I go through favourite ships faster than I go through fandoms so I never have a real answer for this question.

15 - What's a WIP that you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

Oh god, probably Eddie... The Love of My Life, or my All I Want series, just because I'm not in those fandoms anymore. I also have plenty of fics in my fic graveyard of a gdocs.

16 - What are your writing strengths?

I'd say my strengths are dialogue/describing non-sexual intimacy. Maybe my world-building? technically? uhhh that's all I can think of actually.

17 - What are your writing weaknesses?

Longer fics/keeping up with multi chaps (again, Eddie... The Love of My Life and Like Real People Do my beloveds I'm so sorry), MY FUCKING COMMAS if you read ANY of my fics I bet you there's way to many commas in it I have a problem, ummm I'd say any descriptive violence, I really wanna work on that. That's all that's coming to mind but I bet there's more.

18 - Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I am not against it, but I have not tried it (that I can remember). I wouldn't mind though I just would be VERY meticulous about how it's written.

19 - First fandom you wrote for?

Off the record? Harry Potter or Percy Jackson (shivers in wattpad days) but if we're looking at my AO3 it would be BNHA with I'm Here (yet another unfinished multi-chap)

20 - Favorite fic you've written?

Oh god, I don't even know. All my fics are my babies. If I had to pick from my published ones I would probably go with Promise Me, Please (I Promise) which is an Imp!Milo/Sweetheart fic of mine that I wrote a year ago. But I am currently working on one that might surpass that, but only time can tell.

ANYWAY I'm supposed to be working on finals but this was fun! I have way too much free time on my hands at all times, and it shows in my writing. I'm gonna go hide in a hole now.

[winterbirb]

Happy new year, y'all!

Quick update for the anon who sent accusations about aristotels—given a lack of any followup evidence, I had someone I trust go through their tag for anything fitting the accusations, and I have come to the conclusion that guilt cannot be proved, and more importantly, they should not be held to American taboos. I mean, I got into an apparently quite heated conversation about the importance of cultural context, I'm not going to go back on my word now. Think before you discourse.

And further, I am not the person to judge someone for not being 100% acceptable vanilla. I would be throwing stones from a house of glass cards; although I don't talk about most of those cards, I do, uh. Write Edward Snowden RPF. So.

Speaking of, chapter 13 is out! It's not actually any more of my own writing, as I couldn't figure out how to structure the May 7th meeting while incorporating my Official Sources. So I just put the primary sources in their own chapter, and I'm in the middle of trying to write the POVs for that chapter.

(Yeah, that's right, we're talking about my fic now. Teehee)

Unfortunately I write slowly (and delete things if I find a source they contradict, which is what happened to about 10k words of ch. 13 attempts), but eventually I'll finish up this fic, which will go through the end of July 2013 (Ed accepts asylum the first of August). I've casually dropped one reference to the top secret negotiations, and Bill and Jake will make appearances later in this fic, but that whole shebang is going to be in a later story (I wish I could just have it all written right now, it's so important, especially the Kerry-Lavrov axis! But alas, I'm more GRR Martin than Stephen King).

I'm introducing the Kerry-Lavrov axis in this fic (which chap 13-14 are particularly meant to do), but the payoff is going to come in the sequel, which is going to be from Aug-Sept (or -Oct bc of the government shutdown) and cover the Syria chemical strikes (I think Assad was framed, in case you're wondering. It's actually very fucking annoying trying to write about this stuff because I was happy having no opinion on the matter, but if I was going to write Obama and Putin talking about it, I kind of have to review the evidence 😔). Mid-september is UNGA, and Sept 30th is when Obama reveals to Bibi the secret US meetings with Iran. These events should resolve the Putin-Obama tension and bring us to the next phase of the story (admittedly, I don't know where to go after that; I'm thinking shorter stories, vignettes of interactions)

Anyway. Here's a link. Rn it's at 32k words, but a good chunk of those are primary/secondary sources.

Forgot to mention—though this is primarily about relationships, I don't (so far) have explicit ships, although Su/Kho is tagged. I'm leaving things implied for the time being bc it isn't the point (the importance of relationship axes still works around friendship-trust). So if that squicks you out, dw.

[weirdfishy]

20 Qs for Fic Writers

thanks to @mashumaru for tagging me!! <3 i love these, and i've finally got a minute to do it!

1. How many works do you have on Ao3?

45! i started writing in the end of 2020, it's kina mind boggling to think that it'll have been three years in a couple months

2. What's your total Ao3 word count?

76,628 :)

3. What fandoms do you write for?

I've currently written for Batman, Danny Phantom, BBC's Merlin & Sherlock, Spider-Man/Verse, The Sandman, Criminal Minds, Harry Potter, Heartstopper, Sk8 the Infinity, The Witcher, and BNHA.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Unknown Caller ID - danny phantom x batman, crack treated seriously, something i will eventually continue

Tim Drake's intoduction to ✨Ghosts✨ - dpxdc, silly goofy stuff

by a sleep to say we end the heart-ache - the sandman, dreamling get-together, my first multi-chap that i finished

just slip me on, i'll be your blanket - the sandman, dreamling angst, something that i've so far put a completed, but in my heart of hearts ik it needs more

crack, hob flirts back, heart attack - the sandman, crack, past hobrinthian, pre-dreamling, pov corinthian

5. Do you respond to comments?

i very much try to, yes, but i also tend to leave comments un responded to for fics i have yet to continue/finish

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

what's interesting abt the two fics i think have the angstiest endings, is they kina have the same tone? like, i wrote two fics abt two different characters having a 'life is absolutely terrible rn, i'm grieving the loss of better times, but no matter what i will keep fucking living god damn it'

anyway it's both to be forgotten but not forget (mcu peter parker) and never to sleep, never to die (hob gadling)

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

[love how i totally forgot to answer this at first; sorry if tumblr tags u again for my editing]

imma go with something recent, a geraskier blurb based on art, :3 (that's the title, i couldn't come up with anything clever, so it's just that lol)

8. Do you get hate on fics?

not directly

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

currently? no. have i? yeah. respect your local smut writers

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

i never wrote crossovers prior to getting pulled into danny phantom x dc, and both of my posted ones are among my most popular

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

not that i know of (if someone does steal a fic- that's shitty.)

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

not in the sense that someone has asked me to translate and repost, so as far as i know, no

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

no, but snake n i have talked about co-writing before (we're busy as shit tho so it's yet to happen)

14. What's your all-time favourite ship?

merwaine in any form

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

it's not a WIP, but the second fic i ever posted i said i would rewrite and it's yet to come- i don't doubt that i will rewrite it, but that eventually is pretty far

16. What are your writing strengths?

prose-y scene setting maybe? i don't think about this, really, i just write

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

dialogue, in the sense that it doesn't much feature in my fics

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

personally i'll only do it if i'm 200% confident in its meaning (ie i've studied the language or i've got a second reliable opinion)

19. First fandom you wrote for?

i've since lost it, but the first thing i wrote was for BTS (2018 almost-disbandment rlly had me emotional, ok?)

20. Favourite fic you've written?

i don't have a favorite, and i'm proud of every new thing bc it's a show of my progress

~

no pressure tags: @oliveofvanders @bootleg-exe & anyone else who would like to :)

[idyllwave]

Wahh, thank you for feeding me, as always you ate, slayed, and left no crumbs.

It's theory timeee:

I'm super suspicious abt this specific line in chap 13

Like, he didn't say yes but didn't say no either. It means...he was there for smth else. Just like how he answered the question of how they met with a

"I met you at your father's palace and I knew you were the one"

I mean it's not a lie but it's not completely true either. Sly fucker just convenient left out the fact that she was actually a spoil of war, he threw hands with her dad and won. Hm...

I think he was actually there to investigate about sunday. I mean, the palace is his domain, no? He must know whatever is going on in his territory.

.....................

Personally, I think jing yuan doesn't let any maid mark him or bite. That privilege is for his princess. So definitely anyone who does that is finding their heads on a chopping board

I think during the dinner scene, it would be great if y/n gave him a hickey splat on the neck. Literally in front of everyone.

I imagine Blade being there and his jaw dropping. The maid that was flirting with him holding the water pitcher too tightly. Ooh...hehe

Or something intimate, like when she's combing through his hair and fishing out tons of sparrows, she "couldn't resist" giving a bite. Brownie points if she acts embarrassed or shy.

Do you think au! Jing yuan would be interested in collars? I mean...🤭🤭🤭 he has lots of pets, yea? Maybe a collar of his favorite color in her, red yellow brown(?) With his initials on the underside...😋😋😋

I also imagined him not to be too degrading, maybe light spanking and hair pulling, but nothing crazy unless... his princess asked for it. 😉😉

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For the matter of bladie...by Sunday telling her befriend him, I don't think he meant threatened, but that's what I would personally do.

Maybe we can switch targets to dhil? He seems to be the one who first proposed the deal between Blade and himself.

I would love love love to give blade some of his own medicine since he threatened her in the very first amnesia attempt. Honestly, blade was bluffing so hard w that one. Like mfker who gonna believe you over an innocent princess with amnesia??

Not only does he threaten y/n, but he also gets her caught??? Boy, u better do some deep apologizing.

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I'm theorizing of a way on how you'll introduce fei fei. I'm thinking of jing yuan throwing a celebratory New years banquet and an assassin from sanctus Medicus tryna assassinate y/n, but the dashigly hot fei fei swoops in and saves her. 🫣🫣

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I imagine jiaoqiu being the palace temporary head chef for the time fei fei and her 2 retainers are visiting the capital(?) Luofu?

I think his cuisine style is inspired by hunan Chinese style since hunan cuisine is stir-frys with lots of chilies. Very yummy, highly recommended going to a hunan restaurant.

Maybe making y/n a new dessert whenever she asks for it and making her a taste test like spoon-feeding her in front of jing yuan?

80% rate of death for jiaoqiu but maybe 50% since he's fei xiao's retainer and doctor.

Literally thinking about how he would make all of y/n's comfort foods 😊.

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Maybe in the breakfast banquet of chap 14, y/n could ask to share a room with yuan? It would

1. Sell that she really forgot everything and love him

2. A chance to search through his room and yoink the key. Might be a bit dangerous, which is why i would pin the blame on the most jealous looking maid. Oh yeah, it's big brain time.

Step 1: pick out he most jealous clingy looking maid

Step 2: Bribe one of the more money lacking guards or other maids who have been sort of bullied? Jewels would be amazing and I imagine y/n has plenty

Step 3: Have them plant false letters of using said jealous maid to break into yuan's room. Making sure the timing matches of when they find the damning evidence and steal the key is VERY CRUCIAL.

step 4: Enjoy the results as you have the key, and a metaphorical load is lifted off your shoulders, and a literal load is lifted of the jealous maid's. 💀💀💀

Step 5: (optional) strike a deal with dhil

OR

Step 5: ask papa y/n for the 2nd half of the key

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I have no idea what the keys are for but if dhil and blade want them, they must be important.

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Phew, congrats if you made it to the end!!! I tried dividing up my rants to make it easier to read. Any thoughts?

As usual stay hydrated and healthy 🥰🥰🥰

LOL! Jing Yuan i feel is very sly like that much like how in canon he doesn't tell the astral express everything, it's always yanqing or someone else letting us in on what he's planning.

What exactly he was doing. Well, that's for latter heh

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I can definitely see a jealous maid trying one day to mark him 💀 i guess she'll be resting in pieces though...

LMAO!! XD she is a princess so marking him up anywhere within jy's big ass castle would be a free for all for her 💯

Maids everywhere will be both flabbergasted and jealous

I think au! Jy would be afraid to try out collars 👀

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😭 blade just getting thrown in the mud! Lmao

I think he needs a redemption arc... maybe he'll be assisting the princess in some way sharp or form soon

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Feixiao would definitely save the day and take the spotlight from jing yuan lol XD especially with something like that and how fast she is

I can see her teasing jy and telling him how slow he is 🤭 all while holding the princess in her arms

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Jing yuan wouldnt like jiaoqiu at all if he spoon fed y/n everything XD

Jy would 💯 be jealous and probably try to take over the whole thing, or maybe hover around y/n while giving jiaoqiu a threatening smile lol

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Before she goes for the key, I think she should try to get blade as an ally first 🤔 (maybe, it depends on how confident y/n is she did die a few times already after all)

And yes, the keys are super important!!

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XD i had no trouble reading it! But I also had no trouble reading the other way you write either, so you can do it which ever way is best for you ^-^

[paramorearchived]

April 5, 2010

Transcript:

Morning world!

 Hey guys, it's been a ridiculous amount of time since I've popped in here. The tumblr journal is going well... and I've found it really easy to update with pictures and mp3's and all the random stuff I'm not computer savvy enough to post here on LJ. Anyways, what am I using capitalization for? 

so... the weather has been nuts here in franklin. in a week, i've seen just about all my friends and partied hard (if coca-cola and buttloads of ice cream really qualify for a party). i've been to a freaking wedding! (unbelievable!) and actually cleaned out miss anne's interior (miss anne is my car, ya big perv). it's been nuts. non stop. i've even been writing a lot. and now, i think i need to slow myself down. any time we're off tour, my time is divided between two things: 1) go nuts and eat everything and don't take care of myself cause i don't have to work. 2) recoup from being nuts. start eating healthy again, get sleep, don't talk as much... boring stuff. if i wasn't hoarse, i wouldn't be starting part 2 for at least another 3 or 4 days. but i had sweet cece's frozen yogurt 5 times in the past 4 days and talked until i can't talk anymore and i think it's time to grow up just a smidgen. the word smidgen is cringe-worthy. had to. 

you know when you leave a hair band on your wrist and when you take it off it hurts? 

so, keep an eye out for a couple pics from the wedding. (i didn't take many, mostly cause i forgot. wompwomp). some pics from my time at home... and as soon as we start rehearsal... which i think is like a week from now... i'm going to post a "menu" of our new merch items. all of this will be on the tumblr blog so i can easily organize all the attachments. the new merch is awesome. we're pulling designs from many of our friends and quite honestly, it's the best and most cohesive line of merch we've had in a long time. i'm proud of it, for sure. 

and while i'm getting started about this next tour. let's discuss.  i'm pretty sure you've heard of Relient K. (if you haven't, don't tell anyone and run - don't walk - to their myspace). those dudes are awesome. and i am a long time fan of their records. i remember someone giving me "Two Lefts Don't Make A Right... But Three Do". and singing songs about chapped lips and chapped stick on my way home from school. 

and opening the shows for the tour is a band called fun. their name couldn't be a better summary of what you are going to experience when they take the stage. their debut record "aim & ignite" is just ridiculously good. if you like incredible vocals and creative arrangements... or the sound of gods making love... then you will like them. 

good music happening this year. everywhere! and a lot of good music on tour with us. we're a very very lucky band to have so many talented friends to share the stage with. i noticed a post on the LJ community asking for new music suggestions and a lot of you suggested some seriously good music. it feels like we're all growing up together and discovering (or re-discovering) a lot of music that maybe we wouldn't have been into 5 years ago when all of this started. so i got to thinking... how could we discover more music together? apparently, at old hardcore and punk shows, there would be a bucket at the door where kids could drop mix tapes in and take one out. it was a way to pass music along cheaply and easily. not to mention, a great way to strengthen your scene. think about all the local bands in your town that you want people to hear or your favorite song that you always always have to put on all your mix cd's. would you guys want to do this at our shows? i figure, the next tour is super short. all of 14 shows. it would be an amazing way to test run this whole thing. i've talked to fueledbyadam and johnny minardi about it before but it's been a good year since that conversation happened. i wanted to bring it back to you guys and figure out if you're into it or not. 

here's how it might work: we'd put a box or bucket at the merch table with Aaron Holmes (merch man of the stars)... and you'd bring either a tape, a CD, or a USB/memory stick thingy, with all your favorite songs on it. let's say about 10 songs, to keep it simple. you drop one in at the beginning of the night... and if you wish to, at the end of the night you take one out on your way out the door. i think it could be awesome. maybe we'll even put our own mixes in the box every now and then. the point is to share music that YOU love. we don't get enough PHYSICAL swapping of music anymore. it's always online. "here's a link to this" or... "go to their myspace"... and now maybe we have a chance to relive something that we almost missed! 

let me know your thoughts in the comments. 

i'm also going to start doing band bio things on my tumblr for all the bands that come out on tour with us. so that people start getting a better idea of who they're seeing on stage. ooh! i could even try to get interviews with those bands and post em up. so many possibilities. here we go.

can't wait to see you guys in a couple weeks :)  hayley

[anosrepasi]

Chapter 15: Such Great Heights

Read it on AO3 Start from Chapter 1 The carrock looms before them and for a second Thorin hesitates in his decision, acutely aware that Bilbo is not the same kind of god as his nephews are and might not look at the spot with the same appreciation. “It’s a bit of a climb, but you can see the whole city from the top- I understand if you’d rather-”

Bilbo’s already walking forward, more like leaping, as he starts to tackle the first handholds, “See you at the top, your majesty. Don’t take too long.”

Thorin barks out a laugh, before also tackling the wall. He’s made equal progress with the other god in seconds and allows himself to leisurely pause his climb for a second, “Brash of you to assume you could beat me up to the top when I’ve climbed this wall thousands of times and this is your first attempt.”

Bilbo doesn’t slow down but lets out his own echoing laugh, “I can most certainly beat you to the top, Thorin.”

Thorin leaned in, scaling up a few more feet but making no real effort to get ahead of Bilbo. “And how do you propose that’ll happen, Master Gardener?”

“One, I tend to get underestimated. Which is a mistake,” Bilbo leans away from the wall, using one hand to point a finger in the air as he speaks and Thorin’s eyes follow the motion momentarily, as Bilbo raises a second finger. “Two. I cheat. See you at the top!”

With Bilbo’s exclamation, thick vines erupt from around them from the rock and start pushing up at a rapid speed. Bilbo grabs onto one and Thorin watches as within seconds Bilbo is suddenly towering far above him as he’s carried by the growing vines up the side of the tower. He gives a small wave with his free hand and his face splits into a large grin as he waves.

Well if cheating is on the table.

Thorin closes his eye and walks, letting go of the carrock wall and picturing the smooth surface of the top and opens his eyes to find himself effortlessly seeing the view he had just been picturing, and a rather put out Bilbo freeing himself from the embrace of the vines that had brought him to the top. Thorin merely smiles, “You probably shouldn’t have said anything about cheating, you might have caught me by surprise enough not to cheat myself.”

“I had you for a second there.” Bilbo retorts, though his voice only carries amusement. “The look on your face was a good consolation prize.”

“I’ll concede that.” Thorin says settling at the edge of the rock and looking out at the city, “I have to ask, you didn’t just compromise the structure of the tower for a race though, did you?”

“I promise any vegetation I add to your realm will strengthen it, not weaken it. Especially given that we are currently standing on said structural elements.” Bilbo settled into the spot next to Thorin and finally took in the view, Thorin could tell by the way the other god stilled and the almost-inaudible sharp inhale.

“That’s quite a view.”

Thorin laughed again, and Bilbo’s smile is small but present, “I’m glad you find it impressive, as much fun as the journey up here is, the result is usually the bigger draw.”

“And here I thought you were just having me climb a tower as some weird initiation as official guest to Erebor.”

Thorin chuckles but he can also see the logic in Bilbo’s words, “It’s true you’re one of a small number to be brought here, even before I would be incredibly selective about who knew about this spot and used it as my hideaway from my siblings when I was younger.”

“So this is where the god of death goes when he needs an escape? Lucky me.”

Something catches in Thorin’s throat and he finds himself speaking without thinking about it, the truth slipping easily from him, “Not the ‘God of Death,’ just Thorin. When I first took on the role, this is one of the few places I could consider mine, not my Grandfather’s.”

Bilbo catches the shift and his smile fades slightly, “Ah. You also inherited your calling?”

He could say yes. He could say yes and know that Bilbo wouldn’t press it further after the other god’s own confession about his mother and his calling. And yet that feels like it would be a disservice to them both. Bilbo was open with his past and had shared it easily, regardless of the sadness attached to his memories. Thorin would be lesser to not give his companion the same truth. “No. The tale is a lot more complicated than that.”

“Do you want to share it?”

Thorin inhales slowly, pausing in this moment to decide if he wants to continue or take the offered out that Bilbo is giving him. He exhales and the decision is clear. What matters more is figuring out where to begin his explanation. The beginning doesn’t matter much, all of it good intentions and happy memories that could do nothing to change the results.

“They were going to force Frerin to be King.”

Bilbo’s attention is as sharp as a blade and Thorin does not let himself waver, using the focus to push the words from his mouth like a dance rather than a winding confession. 

“My grandfather first held the title for the God of Death. When he started fading, my father was poised to take it on and we didn’t think much of it, as a family. We had long suspected that my grandfather would not be the only ‘king’ and my Father had never had a strong calling, even after all the centuries had passed and he had children of his own who were of age.” Thorin can remember all of them clearly if he wants to, his father and mother, grandfather and grandmother. The way they had held vigil at his grandfather’s bedside when he first began to fade. But those memories were far to close to the ones that had followed. 

“Then Erebor was attacked and it was just Frerin, Dis and me.”

Ah. Here was where eloquence leaves him entirely.

“Dis was far too young but Elrond and Thranduil insisted that Erebor needed a king and Frerin hadn’t had his calling yet so they wanted him to rule and I- I just looked at him after everything we had been through and all we had lost and he looked terrified. I told them in no uncertain terms they could not force that upon him and if Erebor needed a king so swiftly to crown me and be done with it.”

Bilbo’s eyebrows had scrunched up as he was listening but now his expression widened as comprehension clicked into place. “You had a different calling- That’s why they wanted Frerin to take on the role.”

Thorin nods, not willing to say it out loud. It was uncommon but understandable for a god to inherit their calling and title from a fading god. It was something else bordering on unnatural to renounce a calling, no matter the circumstances. He steadies his gaze on the horizon and forces himself to not watch Bilbo’s reaction.

His decision has brought him satisfaction and regret in equal measure, but those are known by him alone. But he knows what this story looks like to the outside observer, to those who were not in the room. How easy it is to simply label him renouncer, or greedy, ambitious, wrong. How no one else seemed to see the litany of small transgressions against them. How no one else reacted when Frerin went pale and looked like he couldn’t breathe when Elrond declared he would need to inherit the calling. How Dis was taken under care in the Eternal Realm and her brothers would not see her until she had grown up away from them. How they expected him to just nod along to it and give his blessing to have his brother’s fate sacrificed for their order and balance.

How he turned their plans on their heads and instead of Frerin’s fate being thrust upon him by Thranduil and Elrond, Thorin had to take responsibility for it along with everything else he said that day.

Bilbo’s voice is small in the volume of the distance between him and Thorin is snapped back into the awareness there is a witness to his story other than his own recollections. “You renounced your calling, so Frerin wouldn’t have to become something he wasn’t meant for.”

“No, I still dictated his fate that day. We had been attacked and the city had been almost destroyed, we couldn’t remain exposed without some sort of gate to protect the city. I elected Frerin as the gatekeeper.”Suddenly there’s a weight and a warmth on his arm and Thorin startles as he recognizes Bilbo’s hand reaching out and crossing the distance between them. The Gardener’s voice is heavy, “That must have been an unimaginable sacrifice.”There’s a clarity to his next confession that makes it even easier to share than his last. “My first calling was as the God of Duty. Who would I be if I could not take on a loss that would be passed to someone else if I did not carry it?”Bilbo is silent besides him, his hand still resting on Thorin’s arm ask he speaks again after a pause. “I’m starting to believe that’s just a quality of “Thorin,” regardless of calling or titles.”Thorin breathes in sharply but Bilbo continues, reaching for Thorin’s hand and flipping it over so Thorin’s palm is cupped up towards the sky. “I know the opinion of a planting god means very little in the grand scheme of things, nor does it come with the same weight as that of a more relevant god but I have been honored to call myself a guest of your realm and can think of no other god I would be as proud to call a friend- especially now knowing the true depth of your dedication to your people and your kin.” Bilbo drops a small object into Thorin’s palm and closes Thorin’s fingers around it before withdrawing his hand. Each motion feels tinged with intention, like a promise from his hand to Thorin’s. “It’s not much, but if you ever need a gardener, it’d be my pleasure to be of assistance.”

Bilbo makes a motion to stand and Thorin opens his hand to uncover a simple acorn, one taken from the oak tree growing in his hall. The acorn is completely engulfed from view when he closes his hand, as small as it is, and has no indication of being anything more than a seed, but it feels like a precious gem in his palm.

Thorin’s voice betrays him and is no where to be found.

He does not turn to look at his guest, but he can sense Bilbo standing at his back- but whether he is looking down at Thorin or once more looking out to the city, he cannot say. Bilbo’s voice is sweet, calm and deep like the tea he serves. “I should start heading down though, I’d still like to say a proper goodbye to a few people on my way back.”

A hand falls once again on his shoulder, squeezing for just a moment before flitting away, and the voice above him continues, easy and light, “I rather look forward to seeing Frerin again and giving him my regards as well. The way to the docks is easy enough to follow.”

There’s a pause, quiet then followed by a statement made as confidently as the previous, “You’ve had a lot on your shoulders today, as the King of Erebor. It’d be a shame to take that back on without giving yourself a chance to sit and enjoy the view as Thorin for a while. Stay, I’m in no danger of getting lost without your escort.”

Thorin closes his eyes, taking a controlled breath as Bilbo begins to step away back towards the tower ledge. “Bilbo.”

The footsteps stop.

“Thank you- For everything.”

There’s a little huff and Thorin tampers down on the urge to turn, to look back one last time. His pride keeps him rooted in his spot, the view of the city blurred. Bilbo’s parting words are even softer than his previous statements, and tinged with a tone that can only be described as warm. “Of course. I think I’ve become rather fond of you Durins, and your people- you’ve rather grown on me. I hope- I’d like to hope we’ll see each other before too long, reason regardless.”

The footsteps resume and Thorin merely sits and listens as he hears the tower creak with the growth of roots and vines that safely deposit the gardener at the base of the tower. He watches him amble away confidently, one last wave in Thorin’s direction before plunging into the crowd and being lost through the blur of distance and what Thorin will now acknowledge as tears.

Thorin wipes at his face and lets out a mix of a laugh and a sob. Bilbo had been talking about the heaviness of his title but here suddenly he was aware of a weight much heavier, one that Thorin had not noticed wrapped around his neck until he had spoken it out loud and acknowledged its existence. Only to then have it crumble around him like shadows pulling away from a light.

He had not known- he had not realized.

How many centuries had he lived with this weight on him? How many new stones had been added through the years with Elrond’s quiet caution, Thranduil’s sharp contempt, and the combined grief of his siblings? The whispers of the eternal realms subjects, the veiled insults and superstitions that he had to wear like a cloak in the eyes of the other deities.

And then his nephews found a unassuming gardener who’s first reaction was to offer a hand in friendship and empathy, rather than pull away or cower.

What a simple thing. 

What a precious and unfathomable thing.

Thorin pulls the acorn close and cradles it to his chest. His sobs come in waves, as if they’ve been waiting since that day and with every small tragedy that had followed in its wake. Its unseemly, and raw, and painful and it belongs to Thorin and Thorin alone. Not his title, not his history, not anyone but himself in that moment.

As his tears taper off he lays back against the rock, staring up into the shifting purple sky as his breath hitches and calms- the acorn still clutched to his chest like a precious treasure.

His chest feels lighter than it has in eons, like the air around him has thinned to the implication of breath. And yet he is so tired, anchored to the ground.

What a immeasurable and priceless gift to be given.

[heeracha]

## buy one, take me. — l. heeseung

synposis: with his best friend asking him for help because said best friend was scared he wasn't "boyfriend material" enough, heeseung looks for flower shops for his best friend's girlfriend. thankfully, jake knows someone from the university who has an aunt that owns a flower shop, you. now, heeseung messages you and shyly, but shamelessly asks if he can get any promos or discounts to which you shamelessly answered him, "buy one, take me". heeseung doesn't pass on this, of course. after all, you are pretty damn cute.

pairing: heeseung x fem!reader

content/genre: college au, slowburn, fluff, angst and crack, smau.

warning(s): swearing, of course. and as always, i'll put it in every chap if there's something you need to look out for.

note: yes, blod-talicized for slowburn because this is already planned out three years ago (but for another idol) anyway !! i'm excited to share this, my ass had been wanting to post this,,,,,, i already have the ending i just really need to do from part eleven up to,,,, that. so here you go. T_T okay, if i suddenly ghost again FLOOD ME MESSAGES/ASKS/IDC WHAT TO FINISH IT. TAGLIST CLOSE.

tags: r.asks: botm, botm updates, botm thoughts

sample texts. / playlist.

profiles. / profiles two. / profiles three.

ep 1. — the pilot.

ep 2. — the bf problem.

ep 3. — the help from jake.

ep 4. — the promo.

ep 5. — the benefit of jeongin.

ep 6. — the availing of the promo.

ep 7. — the two introverts.

ep 8. — the era of reporter sunoo.

ep 8.2. — the dog cafe.

ep 9. — the look. what look?

ep 10. — the panicking of heeseung.

ep. 11 — the time heeseung decides to trust y/n.

ep 12. — the real heey/n friendship era.

ep 13. — the star stamp.

ep 14. — the late night in the flower shop.

ep 15. — the biggest cliché.

ep 16. — the text-snapping of y/n.

ep 17. — the weekend of heeseung without y/n.

ep 18. — the two am ride.

ep 19. — the stupidity.

ep 20. — the time y/n blocked heeseung.

ep 21. — the whipped y/n.

ep 22. — the painful sight (according to riki).

ep 23. — the library.

ep 24. — the dog café pt 2.

ep 25. — the frustration of jungwon and sunoo.

ep 26. — the flowers and bambi sticker.

ep 27. — the pretty dense boy texting y/n.

ep 28. — the message from jay.

ep 29. — the look heey/n give.

ep 30. — the pet name.

ep 31. — the switch up.

ep 32. — the no more denial.

ep 33. — the time seungmin called y/n 'sweetie'.

ep 34. — the way y/n sensed it again.

ep 35. — the talk.

ep 36. — the halfway there.

ep 37. — the another lame line.

ep 38. — the time heeseung accidentally kissed y/n.

ep 39. — the drive-in.

ep 40. — the flour and eggs.

ep 41. — the favorite view.

ep 42. — the one time they used their main accs.

ep 43. — the origami flower bouquet.

ep 44. — the stressed gf.

ep 45. — the plane plan.

ep 46. — the time y/n isn't teasing with heeseung.

ep 47. — the time when everything is "fine".

ep 48. — the time heeseung forgot.

ep 49. — the fight.

ep 50. — the graduation.

ep 51. — the flower arrangement on the cashier.

ep 52. — the favorite flower of heeseung.

ep 53. — the fact that heeseung is still jealous.

ep 54. — the supposed three year anniversary of heey/n.

ep 55. — the bubble chat turned blue.

ep 56. — the dumb flowers.

ep 57. — the time y/n finally replied.

ep 58. — the rehearsal dinner.

ep 59. — the flowers weren't dumb after all.

ep 60. — the lifetime promo.

bonus. — the matching icons.

bonus 2. — the pettiness of flower and seungie.

bonus 3. — the one where heeseung thought y/n's leaving.

bonus 4. — the one with heeseung's doe eyes.

alternative ending. — the one when y/n almost stayed.

marriage discount; p. sunghoon [ fem!reader ]. — after endless of weddings that sunghoon attends to, he's been spending non-stop. so, upon hearing about a discount for married people even if it's just in the dry cleaners, sunghoon tells the employee that the girl, who happens to be you, walked in in the shop is his wife. even if he doesn't know you.

heeracha, 2022.

[heerocks]

CURIOUS CAT — lee heeseung.

SYNOPSIS ꕥ Curious Cat is an app that peaked three years ago where people use it to flirt with their crush anonymously and then suddenly forgot about it.

or wherein, Y/N was devastated when her crush, Lee Heeseung indirectly rejecting her in highschool. Three years later, both of them have this unknown beef in between of them that even their friends don't know the real reason behind. One day, Y/N suddenly remembered and opened her C.C account, and saw that someone by the name 'Ethan' confessed to her three years ago.

PAIRINGS ꕥ non-idol!lee heeseung x fem!reader ft. enhypen, ningning from aespa, wonyoung from ive, and jeongin from skz

GENRE ꕥ smau + written, on crack, slow burn, mutual pinning or past pinning, university au, kinda enemies to lovers troupe, heeseung is a simp, reader is kinda dumb, friends bullying friends

STATUS ꕥ ongoing! update will be every other day ^^ (august 17 - )

WARNINGS ꕥ profanity, cursing, kys/kms jokes. lmk if something came up later

NOTES ꕥ this is a pure work of fiction and all the characters are in no way connected with the actual persons in real life. all infos are subject to change, and please ignore timestamps. I don't have humor so please bear with me. pls do lmk if you want to be added on the future taglist. my request is open, or just reply below, I would be more than happy to add you ^^ banner made by yours truly!

PROFILES:

heeseung hate squad | the brodies + y/n hater | extras: priv PRIV

CHAPTERS:

CHAP 1 - UGH SCHOOL

CHAP 2 - tl's dead

CHAP 3 - suga '93 hoodie (written)

CHAP 4 - you're delusional (written)

CHAP 5 - she's a runner, she's a trackstar 🤩

CHAP 6 - y/n's fish

CHAP 7 - somewhat something

CHAP 8 - suddenly can't see (written)

CHAP 9 - miranda's head

CHAP 10 - guess who (written)

CHAP 11 - yang jeongin

CHAP 12 - siri sent that message

CHAP 13 - give me that mic sister 😌

CHAP 14 - the glimpse

CHAP 15 - curious cat

CHAP 16 - freedom wall

CHAP 17 - finding Ethan

CHAP 18 — heeseung not bitchless ⁉️⁉️

CHAP 19 — megamind memes

CHAP 20 — getting braver

CHAP 21 — ignore me

CHAP 22 — dumb and dumber

CHAP 23 — hold that thought

CHAP 24 — what could possibly go wrong? (written)

CHAP 25 — haha'd his way out

CHAP 26 — enemies to lovers

CHAP 27 — something productive (written)

CHAP 28 — heeseung glitched

CHAP 29 — unprovoked (written)

CHAP 30 — stars, ramen and you (written)

CHAP 31 — go get your girl

CHAP 32 — let us breathe?!?!!

=> . . . bonus chapter — surprise??

CHAP 33 — mental voodoo doll

CHAP 34 — y/n's fight or flight

CHAP 35 — the table has turned

CHAP 36 — finding heeyn

CHAP 37 — hoes mad

CHAP 38 — not dead

CHAP 39 — got me thinking...

CHAP 40 — a what plan?

CHAP 41 — heeseung's wooing teachnique

CHAP 42 — it's about time (written)

CHAP 43 — he'll finally do it!

CHAP 44 — eyes on the prize, heeseung

CHAP 45 — loud and proud

CHAP 46 — the butterflies on y/n's stomach (written)

CHAP 47 — the luck on heeseung's side (written)

CHAP 48 — niki's adopted parents

more to come....

CHAP 49 — the betrayal

CHAP 50 — the connection (written)

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[demoiselettes]

A kiss to steal

Pairing: Muichiro x reader

Category: fluff. Tooth-rotting fluff.

Warning(s)/note(s): fem! Reader

A/n: Muichiro and the reader are both 14 in this so it’s all light fluff and nothing steamy. Also i got this idea from this prompt generator! It was so cute i couldn’t resist *ugly sobbing*

“Teach me how to kiss.”

You very nearly impaled yourself on your sword. He seemed unimpressed by your near-death experience. His unfocused blue eyes remained glued to your own as you shakily sheathed back your sword in its scabbard. You must have mis-heard, right?

“Pardon?” Your voice came out shrill. You ran a hand through your hair to smooth it back down due to how disheveled it’d gotten from your training.

He sighed. “I asked you to teach me how to kiss. I’ve never kissed before.”

“And why the sudden interest?” You countered. Your eyes darted to anywhere but his face. “And also, what makes you think i know how to kiss?”

He shrugged, nonchalantly kicking away a pebble. “I’m curious to what it feels like. Besides, you’re pretty. Haven’t you had a lover before?”

Ah, now your mind was a jumble of thoughts fighting for dominance to be the one you ought to reflect on. You turned your head to the side and slid your sword into the belt that hung around your waist, doing your best to appear suave and calm. But you could feel his gaze on your fingers. He could see them shaking. And your heart was beating so harshly you were afraid it’d burst out of your ribcage.

“Not to appear rude, Tokito-san, but you’re-supposed to be helping me out with my swings..” you trailed off. He narrowed his eyes ever so lightly at you.

“But they are becoming less and less precise. At this rate you’ll behead yourself.”

He was right, of course, but that didn’t make his statement any more embarrassing to you. It’s been hours since you’ve began training and your arm was just about ready to fall off. At this point you were just delaying what was seemingly becoming the inevitable.

You..didn’t mind kissing him. You’d always thought he was kind of cute. But he was a hashira and you were a Kanoto, surely he wouldn’t have ever taken an interest in you. And it’s not like being a Demon Slayer gave you much leeway to be in a relationship. Besides, your mentor had always told you not to rush in finding a partner.

You are still so young, she’d said. You have a duty to complete.

And the most disturbing part, was figuring out why he suddenly wanted to kiss you. Was he interested in another girl? The mist pillar wouldn’t simply use you to try and woo someone else, would he?

Your cheeks were suddenly being pulled on and you whined, trying to swat away his hands. « Ow! Shtop-«  you grumbled. « Tokito-shan! »

You could have been imagining it, but there was the slightest ghost of a smile on his face. « We made a deal. I’d help you out with your swings and you’d help me out with something. You have to make good on your promise, »

Oh, so you can barely remember my name but you can remember that? If only you could say it outloud.

You resigned yourself to your fate with a strong exhale. « But i don’t know how to kiss. I’ve never kissed before, » the words came out hot and fast. Your cheeks were burnt.

« Oh, » for the first time since you’ve met him, he seemed truly stumped. « Oh.. okay. » his hands fell to his sides and he settled for simply staring you down. It was unnerving to be his main focus of attention, his gaze was soft but also..so intense. You felt like he could see through you. But goodness, he had such pretty eyes. They were like glass.

Then he was leaning towards you and you felt heat creep up your cheeks again. You sucked in a breath and screwed your eyes shut, your shoulders tensed, your fists instinctively clenched. Then there was the faintest smell of daikon, and chapped lips were pressed against your cheek. Your eyes snapped open and for a moment you forgot you how to breathe. He didn’t pull away immediately either, he let his lips linger on your skin for seconds that might as well have been hours and then did he pulled away, just the slightest but he was still pretty much in your face. He wouldn’t stop staring at you.

« I think this is good for a start. » he announced. His voice dripped with undetected smugness. Which you had the chance to detect.

Just when you thought you’d pass out because gosh darn it you were beginning to feel light-headed, a loud thud resonated from behind you and both Muichiro and you looked back to see the love hashira on the ground.