#not tagging with the band cos i feel like they would be the type to send death threats over this lol. i dont have time for that shit

[lnterstellar0verdrive]

Saw Greta van Fleet was trending so I went to the tag and...... what is going on in there.

[sihtricfedaraaahvicius]

Chapter 9

Note: not the best I've written, I'm sorry, my head is just currently going in all directions so this is more a filler chapter! previous chapter here. (special thanks to my friend for letting me borrow her name for a fic again)

Warnings: 18+! fluff/suggestive.

pairing: Modern!Sihtric x you (f)

summary: You picked up your famous bass player boyfriend from the airport.

wordcount: 2,6k

Masterlist

'No, please, don't… don't be like that.'

You anxiously waited at the airport, biting your nails on one hand while you nervously drummed with your free fingertips on the metal fence you leaned against. You perked up every time the arrivals door opened, but no sign of your bass player boyfriend and his bandmates yet. And you weren't the only one who was waiting for them to walk through those doors. To your surprise, dozens of fans had somehow figured out which plane the pretty boys took back home and what time they'd arrive and at which airport. And the fans had gathered at the same spot as you, hoping to catch a glimpse of their favourite band.

You had rolled your eyes when you saw them. How did people even find out about this stuff, you wondered. But soon you turned your back to them and kept your eyes on the arrival doors, and you lost yourself as you daydreamed about Sihtric. You couldn't wait to jump in his arms, kiss his lips, and hug him until the airport security would probably shove you two out. But you also had some thoughts there were less innocent, about how you wanted to collar and leash him again, only to then kiss and lick his body all over before you'd suck his co-

'Are you also waiting for the band?'

You were abruptly pulled from your spicy daydream and looked to your left to find a young woman looking at you with questioning eyes.

'Eh,' you said, not sure what to answer.

'Because I am too,' the woman said, 'but I'm alone, and, well, I thought maybe you are waiting too and since you're on your own too, maybe we could, you know, wait together?' she rambled on, 'I mean, if you're okay with that. The other fans there waiting,' she cocked her head towards the crowd, 'seem to be quite younger than me. It would make me feel awkward.'

'Oh,' you said, 'eh, y-yeah, I'm… sort of… waiting.'

'I knew it! Just because you look like the type who'd like their music, you know? I hope I didn't offend you, oh god. Oh! My name is Sandra, by the way,' she said and held her hand out.

'Oh, hi,' you chuckled awkwardly and introduced yourself.

'Have you met them before?' Sandra asked while she joined you by leaning on the fence.

'Eh, yeah,' you didn't lie, 'a few times. You?'

'That's so cool!' Sandra smiled, 'I haven't met them, only seen them perform several times. Osferth liked a comment of mine on instagram though!'

'Oh, no way!' you smiled, suddenly becoming a fan at heart again, instead of "Sihtric's (secret) girlfriend", 'that's so cool too! I only got noticed by Sihtric on insta, he liked and commented on my photo with him,' you blurted out, and immediately regretted your words.

'No way! He's my favourite!' Sandra gaped, 'man, I wish he would notice me. Hey, what's your insta? Can I follow you? You look a little familiar,' she then said, 'I think I've seen your photo with him maybe, I check his tagged photos sometimes. Anyway, your insta?'

'Eh,' you made an awkward face and scratched your head, 'well, it's, ehm-'

You were saved by the sudden loud screams of the teenage girls behind you, as the arrival doors opened and Uhtred walked out, along with some other oblivious passengers, and Osferth followed. Both men were dressed in sweatpants and comfy hoodies, while wearing expensive sunglasses.

'Oh my god,' Sandra whispered and grabbed your arm, 'there they are.'

Before you could say something, Sandra hesitantly walked up to the members, along with the other dozens of fans. Uhtred and Osferth were kind enough to stop for a few photos and signatures, but you brought your eyes back to the doors when they opened again. And then you saw Finan, who spotted you and grinned.

'Sihtric's on his way,' Finan said as he passed you, then winked, 'he had to take care of something.'

You gave him a confused look, but he disappeared into the crowd before you could blink. And when you heard the doors open again, you saw Sihtric; you favourite Seven Kings member, your crush, your boyfriend, your pet. And while you had daydreamed of running up to him and jumping in his arms, you were suddenly overwhelmed by a strange feeling of being intimidated by his appearance mixed with a hint of shyness, as if you didn't know him personally. You were nailed to the ground when you saw him again, after being apart for a week. 

He was dressed in his regular skinny jeans, with untied leather boots underneath, and a comfortable looking black hoodie. His hair was unbraided, loose and messy, just the way you liked it, and he carried a black Hello Kitty travelbag on his shoulder. A cheeky smile appeared on his face when he saw you, then took off his shades and dropped his travel bag before he ran over to you. The fans who had spotted him were completely in shock when they saw him approach them at full speed, and were left confused when they noticed he didn't run to them, but past them. And then many of them were disappointed and heartbroken when they heard him yell, 'My baby!' and watched how he picked up some seemingly random girl in his arms, spun her around, put her feet back on the ground again, only to grab her face and stick his tongue down her throat.

'Who the fuck is that?' one fan whispered to another.

'No idea? The girl he was talking about in his insta story, maybe?' the other fan answered.

'Holy shit,' Sandra laughed next to them, as she noticed that the girl was you.

'Fuck,' Sihtric breathed when he finally broke that kiss at the airport, for everyone to see, 'I missed you so much,' he said and pecked your face all over, 'I missed you so fucking much, baby.'

'I…,' you were silenced with another quick kiss, 'missed,' and another, 'Christ, you too, Sihtric,' you laughed when he finally stopped kissing you, which took all his strength.

'You come with me next time,' he said while he pushed you up against the fence you were leaning on only minutes ago, 'I swear it, I'm not travelling without you anymore-'

'Sihtric, there's a bunch of fans-'

'I don't care,' he sighed and didn't give you another chance to speak, as his lips found yours again. 

He pushed his strong, trained body against yours while he kissed you eagerly, trapping you lovingly while one hand was settled on your cheek, and his other on your waist. And then you finally gave in to your longing too. You moved your hands up his neck and gripped tightly onto his dark hair.

'My kitten,' you smiled against his lips when you both needed some air.

'Yours,' Sihtric whined softly, his fingers desperately pulling at your sleeveless jacket, 'please,' he begged with a whisper, 'I need you, please.'

'Please?' you chuckled and curled your fingers around the neck of his hoodie, keeping him close, 'what do you need from me, pretty boy?'

'Hm, no, please,' Sihtric hummed, and spoke with a desperate whisper, 'don't tease me. You know what I need from you.'

'And you know we agreed you would use your words,' you teased, 'did we not, kitten?'

He buried his face in your neck and smiled while wrapping his arms around you.

'I need you to collar and leash me,' Sihtric whispered in your ear, 'and drag me through the apartment,' he chuckled, 'and do whatever you like with me,' his teeth grazed your ear and he exhaled sharply, 'until you command me to fuck you.'

After Sihtric had kissed you uncountable times, you finally convinced him to go and meet some of the fans who had been waiting for him. Sihtric asked if you'd go with him, but you told him no. You stayed back as you had no business interfering in a fan's moment, and you knew it would draw even more attention. Before Sihtric left you had agreed to gradually start showing each other off more on social media, which you knew was going to affect your private life, so you lied if you said you weren't a little anxious. And for him to be so openly affectionate at the airport with you had caught you by surprise, but you'd also lie if you said you didn't like it.

You watched your dressed-in-black-but-obsessed-with-Hello-Kitty-boyfriend as he took some photos with fans and signed some merch. You couldn't stop yourself from taking a photo of him as he interacted with the younger girls and you shared it on your insta. Then suddenly Sandra came up to you again, and she grinned.

'You're the girl he was talking about in his story, huh?'

'Eh, yeah,' you chuckled and felt your cheeks heat up, 'guilty.'

'I love that for you, honestly,' she said, 'he looks so happy. Much happier than I've ever seen him before.'

You tried to fight a proud smile, in which you failed miserably when Sihtric suddenly looked up at you and smiled widely, before he brought his attention back to the fans in front of him. Sandra, who was about to become your new friend, rambled on about the guys and eventually asked for your instagram again. As she already figured out your secret, you gave it to her and you promised to stay in touch just when Sihtric managed to escape the dozens of fans and made his way back to you. Your new friend was quick to wish you a good day and left, not wanting to make things weird, and you patiently waited for Sihtric as he approached you. He picked up his travelbag and took your hand, then walked you out of the airport.

'What took you so long by the way?' you asked as you walked to your car, 'to walk through the arrivals door? Were you the last one to collect your bag or…?'

Sihtric shrugged, wrapped his arm around your neck and kissed your temple.

You frowned. 'Finan said you had to take care of something?'

'Yeah, I just had to check something,' he said, being more vague than you liked.

'Check what?'

'You'll see,' he grinned.

The drive back from the airport to Sihtric's apartment was a torment. You had missed your bass player boyfriend as much as he had missed you, but you couldn't focus on him as you were driving. And Sihtric liked to taunt, so he kept leaning over to your side and left soft, slow and wet kisses on your neck. You gripped the steering wheel hard as he kept teasing you, grazing your skin with his teeth and hearing his soft chuckles in your ear.

'Missed you,' he whispered.

'I missed you too,' you tried to focus on the road.

'I got off at the thought of you every morning and every night,' he confessed, and you felt your cheeks heat up.

You kept your eyes locked on the car in front of you, avoiding Sihtric's piercing gaze while you tried to not get affected by his words and touch.

'You're cute when you're all nervous,' Sihtric smiled and pecked your cheek once more before he sat back in his seat.

He was right about the fact that you were still nervous around him. But then you remembered how submissive he is in private, which is a huge contrast to his personality outside of the bedroom, and you figured he needed to be reminded who was actually in charge; you.

'I think,' you cleared your throat, 'that you should really watch your behaviour… kitten.'

'Or what?' he tried.

'Or I'll have to put you in your place,' you smiled, 'and punish you.'

'You know I like that,' Sihtric mumbled.

'I do,' you agreed, 'so that means your punishment would be that I won't collar and leash you when we're home-'

'What?' Sihtric snapped his head towards you.

'And that I won't yank your leash to make you pay attention-'

'No, no, no,' Sihtric said and panicked, 'I didn't mean it!'

'And that means I definitely won't spank you either.'

'No!' Sihtric whined, 'come on, I was only joking!'

You grinned. 'You asked for it.'

'No, please, don't… don't be like that.'

'You wanted to be punished,' you shrugged, 'there is your punishment, love.'

Sihtric stared at you with his jaw dropped, then scoffed and sat back again, looking at the road.

'Fine,' he huffed.

As soon as you arrived at Sihtric's place, he jumped in the shower. About 10 minutes later he came out of his bathroom, shirtless and wearing black sweatpants. His hair was damp and tied back into a bun, and he grinned when you stared at him from across the room.

'What the fuck are those?' you asked with big eyes.

'Surprise,' he chuckled, 'you like them?'

'I…' you blinked rapidly, 'when did you…'

'I got them the first day of my trip,' Sihtric smiled proudly, 'the reason it took me longer at the airport was because I had to stop by the toilets real quick to check if they weren't bleeding or anything, as they're still healing.'

You let out a laugh and just stared at your boyfriend, who was proudly showing off his two pierced nipples. You opened your mouth to speak but had no idea what to even say.

'You… you don't like it?' Sihtric then asked.

'No, I- I do,' you felt your cheeks heat up as he came closer, 'I just… you caught me by surprise is all,' you chuckled.

'Good,' he smiled and kissed your lips, 'because I got them for you,' he winked.

'For me?' you asked while Sihtric pulled you in his lap, 'why?'

'I don't know,' he shrugged, 'just thought you'd like them.'

'Well,' you stared at his nipples, 'you thought right. Should be fun to lick your nipples when they're healed, huh?'

Sihtric chuckled but also clearly moaned under his breath at the thought of your tongue playing with his piercings, once they were healed up of course.

'Well, since you got those for me,' you said, 'it's only fair if I give you something in return now.'

You got up and grabbed a small, black box out of your backpack while Sihtric followed you with curious eyes.

'I hope you like it,' you smiled a little shyly and handed him the box.

Sihtric looked excited like a kid on his birthday, and he quickly opened your gift. He chuckled and then bit down on his lip as he hummed softly. He looked at the black choker in his hands, which was decorated with metal spikes, a few pink stars, and in the middle there was a small Hello Kitty head.

'You… I got it for you to wear on stage,' you quickly explained, 'not in the bedroom. Unless you want to, but, I mean… you already have a-'

'I will wear it on stage,' Sihtric interrupted you, smiling, 'it's really fucking cool,' he grinned, 'besides, I wouldn't want to wear this in the bedroom anyway, the spikes are too sharp. I'd be terrified to hurt you by accident.' He looked up at you, 'but I love it. Thank you, babe,' he smiled and cupped your cheek to pull you in for a kiss.

'Glad you like it, my love,' you said, then grinned, 'but we're still not getting freaky tonight.'

'Oh, come on!' Sihtric groaned.

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[eijirousbestie]

where they would work

MHA HCs

Kirishima

Starbucks . ° •

He’s just so happy to be able to make people their favorite drinks.

It’s kind of endearing how he loves the shop as much as he does and he doesn’t even like coffee. Sometimes he’ll be curious about the taste of the various coffees he’s made.

He knows what it’s like to have a messed up order (and misspelled name) so he’s very meticulous with how he serves every order.

When writing a customers name on a cup, he’ll draw little doodles beside it.

Because of his bubbly personality tons of regulars flood the shop whenever he works. If he’s off shift, the shop is ridiculously empty.

His manager makes sure to keep him up front at all times because he brings in good money.

“Where’s Kirishima? The shop’s practically dead.”

“It’s his off day sir.”

Sero

Hot Topic/Spencer’s . ° •

You can’t tell me he wouldn’t work at one of these stores.

I can just imagine him wearing his usual clothes with a little employee name tag on his shirt as he talks your head off about his favorite bands at checkout.

“Look all I’m saying is Sleeping with Sirens were way ahead of their time. Gotta pay respect ya know?”

Will 100% be nosey about what you’re buying if it interests him in any way. Getting a graphic tee of your favorite artist? He’s all over it asking when you first stanned.

He finally found out what was at the back of Spencer’s and won’t stop cracking jokes about it.

Makes use of his employee discounts and shows up the next day wearing a shirt he got off the display for 75% off.

Kaminari

GameStop . ° •

Self explanatory really. Denks is such a dude’s dude he loves all types of games so why not work where he can be surrounded by them all the time?

He works cash and restocks merchandise, games, rentals and such.

When he first realized how broke he was he thought “getting a job” meant he was gonna have to slave away in an office somewhere crunching numbers. Who knew he’d have so much fun at work.

He’s practically best friends with his co-workers… except his discord mod manager. He doesn’t talk to him very much.

He chucks it up with customers who come up to him asking for the latest drops or game recommendations. He knows the ins and outs of their products and always points them in the right direction based on their preferences.

“Oh you’re wanting something similar to Overwatch? Whatever you do, don’t go Valorant. It’s kinda sucky really. Here, Apex is so much better, especially if you main Seer.”

Bakugou

McAllister’s . ° •

Okay now stay with me, it sounds random as hell to say he’d work at a deli but it makes PERFECT sense.

He’s got skill in the kitchen and I feel like he can make a mean sandwich. Bakugou as a butcher also makes sense.

When he first starts working at the deli, his manager puts him on cashier and he hates it. Having to listen to overly complicated orders drives him batty.

Needless to say, his manager put him in the kitchen after that. And thank god for that because he prefers it in the back anyways.

He secretly loves cooking for people so although he might gripe about an insane amount of pastrami going on one sub, he knows someone will eat well because of his efforts.

“What kind of a shit sandwich is this? Shit’s pissing me off I’m not making this.”

[jiminsass-istant]

https://www.tumblr.com/jiminsass-istant/740934106304626688/bye-bye-old-bts?source=share

There’s a lot of assumptions here I don’t agree with. The west is embracing new jeans and they haven’t had physical promo like bts did. The reason why bts is not getting really embraced by the gp is cos the music they promote to the west is generic meaningless boy band music which is very unrelatable. And authenticity is a big thing in the west. If they gave Mots7 or any of their albums before that the level of promo dynamite or butter had, they would have gotten more of the gp appreciation.

Hybe is not just only promoting jk, but they were also hampering other members promo. Look at how lackadaisical they were with shipping jh, Jin & RM albums. How poorly they scheduled Face, the many issues we faced during Face era that jk never experienced. We had to tag them for basic things that a label should already know about. How they shaded jm in their own article and are several times refusing to acknowledge his no1. It goes beyond promoting one member and more into trying to stifle the rest to present an image the label has the power to make a pop star. And is probably also why they give this promo to songs the label premade and not the artist’s authentic music that the artists makes

Thanks for the ask, anon. I'll share my thoughts to your ask in parts: (and sorry for the long essay in advance, kindly read, i swear i get to a point lol)

Western GP (New Jeans vs BTS): Can I be very very honest? New Jeans music is extremely catchy and has that hyperpop element that western audiences eat up. With rise of artists like PinkPantheress, hyperpop is gaining even more popularity, and Y2K aesthetic is back. NewJeans are all that- the music and aesthetic both. I'm not sure what were their digital promo methods, but perhaps playlisting on streaming platforms? And the collab with Apple was very strategic too. Let's also not forget they have english chorus in their songs and went viral on tiktok. New Jeans are in top 5 kpop groups in tiktok. I cannot speak for NewJeans much, because I have only listened to their songs, and do not follow them.

Let's talk about OT7 songs promoted in the US first- as in Dynamite, Butter and PTD. Let's take Dynamite - a very well crafted product, basically a completely American song with American references and MJ inspired choreo. It was meant to catch western attention and did its job. But the problem was- it was a single, not an album and it didn't really showcase the range of their artistry. Yet it did the job of exponentially increasing the fanbase. It was pandemic time, people were in their rooms, with internet and Youtube. Those who were meant to find BTs, found them.

Could BTS have achieved long lasting attention with MOTS 7 promotion? Honestly, it's hard to say. BTS's music is not conventional. You will never hear a BTS song and think- 'oh! i've heard something similar', in fact, sometimes it is even difficult to comprehend what genre their songs are. A different language, a different genre, 7 different voices, with no two albums that sound similar, no viral tiktok songs. Do you know how difficult it is to crack the western market? It is a lot of information to feed. I will come back to the MOTS 7 issue later.

How does one build a fanbase for a band like BTS?

BTS's popularity and long lasting fanbase has always been formed by the story they sell. Bang PD, right from the start, wanted to show the world 7 authentic, real boys who wanted to share their original thoughts, happiness, feelings and struggles. Added to this, their underdog story. Yes, their struggles from older days are all real and valid, but knowing that story makes you relate to them. Because, aren't we all some type of underdog before we achieve something big? People have often been drawn to BTS via word of mouth, friends, 'i just wanted to know their names' and ending up watching the Taylor Guide, 'my wife took me to their concert and now all my friends love BTS', 'they taught me how to love myself' etc etc. BTS has always inducted fans who were searching for something in their lives, or are curious, or are 'willing to learn'. You cannot sit an American down and show them a BTS US interview and ask them to listen to the album and make them a forever fan. Do you know how people in the west don't watch an international film just because they refuse to read subtitles? The language barrier might be easy for armies to overlook because we are invested, but it's not easy to convince a monolingual westerner to start reading subtitles to get into an entirely different fandom.

To sum up my points above:

BTS sell their story and relatability and group dynamics, which is not possible just through basic promotion. One has to dive into BTS voluntarily and go through the plethora of content, one by one.

BTS songs are usually not tiktok viral for some reason, considering how big of an act they are. Barely any bts tracks have gone viral- BST remix, black swan instrumental (maybe), PTD dance challenge to name a few. I don't know the reason why because I have barely ever used tiktok. Because armies only interact with each other on that app and even then, they don't use bts songs as audio.

The pre-requisite is to be backed by a western label for radio, playlist, western ads etc. Because the US won't allow an outsider label to make money off their GP, simple. It just takes away the money that could have stayed with western labels.

Coming to individual member (JK) promoted in the US: I did mention in the post of mine you have linked- that Golden lacked depth. Quoting my own words directly - " While they paid attention to heavy promo, charts and playlisting for Golden, they failed to create a connection with the music- which seems highly non-personal and lacking in depth and has a non-interesting concept. The promo did do the work of making jk a common name, showcasing his talents and introducing him to the industry. But for a lasting impact, they have to create better stories with the music. Idc, army are acting too defensive when people are disappointed that he didn't write his songs. It's okay to not write, but the very least singers can do is connect to song meanings and relate to personal experiences during the promos."

And anon, you are right, to have a lasting impression in the west, one needs authenticity. Actually let me list down the non-compromisable parameters required for success in the US-

Affiliation to US based label/Connection to industry mammoths. (Give money to US/US based part of the company)

English song/ lots of english lyrics + recognizable genre

Character/ brand of the artist (which the audience calls 'authenticity', but is actually the 'brand' of the artist created by the label. People hear the artist's name and know what to expect. You hear Olivia Rodrigo and you know you will get teenage, angsty, heartbreak tracks.)

Last but not the least- tiktok push. (somehow extremely essential today)

Hybe gave JK 1,2 and 4 from above list. They tried to build up on his character, but it is incomplete and lacks depth. The character they have built for him is- Korean hearthrob who can sing and dance, inspired by Michael Jackson, the ONE member to look out from the massive band BTS (Justin Timberlake trajectory). They gave him catchy songs directed at het women, dressed him up in clothes fitting that image and made him perform live at TSX. Thanks to the massive ads and promo, people know him now. But unless he shows the true depth of his character and brand to the GP, a lot of people (non-army) won't look forward to his future works. And whether we like it or not, him not being being able to interact freely and share his thoughts in english in the interviews is still a drawback for him. (personally, i wish that was not true).

Even when some celebrities of colour get the limelight in US pop culture, it's because they are connected to the US. They emerge as this messiah for their 3rd world country, can speak english and work for US labels and production companies. The US gets to keep the money and awards, and also gets to flaunt 'diversity'. It has always worked like that when the west opened the doors for a POC.

MOTS 7 would not get GP acceptance without being backed by a US label. And would a US label ever accept a full Korean album with all Korean artists? Why would they invest in an artist of a foreign language? Can Bang PD's assistant call up US radio and get them to play Dionysus? No. But if Scooter does it, they will pay attention.

An English speaking artist can convey their feelings through words on a radio, but how will a Korean artist do that on the radio with no subtitles, to an audience who refuses to read subs in the first place? You know how the US GP reacted when Parasite movie won an Oscar, right?

Ever since 2017, BTS have tried for that hot 100, did everything they could, backed by their Korean company, tons of US interviews and what not. But at the end of the day, they had to compromise with meaning and depth and churn out an all english, MJ inspired, disco pop track which finally gave them their #1. I am not downplaying the significance of Dynamite, or saying that it's a bad song. But I simply mean that only a marked shift in genre and strategy gave them that #1.

Anon's words: "Hybe is not just only promoting jk, but they were also hampering other members promo."

You are absolutely right. The only properly done solo work was that of Yoongi I feel. He knows his priorities and influence on the company, and has always had a very strong connection to both inside and outside the company. I'm not sure if D-Day was mismanaged, though am sure some yoongi biased army will have things to point out. All the other members have faced mismanagement. Jimin the most, I feel. Even recently, there's a Weverse article where they wrote that "jhope led the contemporary dance with Jimin", in spring day. All respect to Jhope where he deserves because he is the dance leader indeed, but he did not lead the contemporary dance in spring day, as amazing as he is, respectfully.

Anon's words: "It goes beyond promoting one member and more into trying to stifle the rest to present an image the label has the power to make a pop star."

I felt the same thing. I share the same sentiment with you here. The way they downplayed Like Crazy's achievements was disappointing and hurtful. That day it became crystal clear to me that Bighit did NOT see that achievement coming. None of the member's releases was meant to make this much noise, not before their Scooter backed project. They grossly underestimated the extent army can go even for 1 member (arguably the 2 most popular members in US are Jimin and Jungkook). Honestly the type of promotions JK got would never be given to other members because the other members would NOT agree to singing english songs that have zero depth and zero connection to their own feelings. JK was willing to take up that offer because.. well it's his choice. It was a golden platter, why not take it up? His image is moldable, he can sing whatever he is given and has the talent to pull it off. No matter whom we bias, JK has been the center of almost all BTS songs, a non-replaceable voice. But at the end of the day, the reason he was the one member who Bighit wanted to stand-out from the group was, it was his consent and agreement to everything the company planned for him.

I do wonder what it would have been like if all members received that kind of promo with their own artistry. But the entire premise of them being backed by Scooter/US collapses because they refuse to sing songs written by Scooter's writers. So I also agree with anon when they said "And is probably also why they give this promo to songs the label premade and not the artist’s authentic music that the artists makes."

Instead, Hybe is focusing on the other kpop groups under them. It's like the 6 members were just given their own individual management teams to manage their solo works lol. At least, let's be glad that the 6 members are getting full creative freedom for their work. I just want their solo works to be better managed. And I hope their managers, and planners, especially those on Jimin's side have learnt their lesson and come up with a foolproof promo for their next projects. I don't expect anything from BangPD, that man has been showing a certain pattern I don't want to discuss. (solely because i refuse to think what goes on in his mind).

As fans, all we can do is support the solo works we feel connected to and support BTS as a whole in future OT7 projects.

[cosmicwindmillcomplex]

Does your inner world look like the cosmic tunnel in your banner?

(just curious I know some systems have more outer space type inner worlds)

Hi anon, thanks for asking! I wish I could just say yes because honestly that would be so much cooler and simpler lol. But our inner world is pretty confusing and disjointed (shocker lmao). The banner photo I have is part of a larger one I found once and really loved, not sure who the original artist is unfortunately or else I’d credit them. Our profile photo is one of our AI generated photos of our inner world (I know I know, AI art is bad but we can’t draw really well and use it to try and show others our inner world or help us visualize certain aspects of it better).

Our main ��HQ’ as we like to call it is an old Dutch style windmill which is on an asteroid. Inside are bedrooms and a general meeting room. But our other headspace’s can be soo different.

Our littles love visiting the “castle on a cloud” which was originally based on the song from Les Mis we sang in voice lessons a lot as a kid.

Then we have a car headspace where we try to visualize who is fronting or co-con by whether they are driving, passenger seat, back seat, or trunk.

One of our oldest headspaces is a meadow clearing which is in the center of a large forest. Although the woods/forest can feel foreboding, the meadow is one of the most peaceful places.

A non-human alter has her home town on her planet.

We are huge fans of Star Trek and one of our newer headspaces is on the observation deck of a federation starship.

There are also a few headspaces that seem to be based on places we’ve been in real life such an empty warehouse that local bands used to perform at (literally picture a concrete building with sound equipment and a stage), another is a random place we used to hang out with our friends in highschool was a rooftop. There’s a meditation room seems to be based very very loosely on a place I took yoga classes as a kid. There are also a few headspace’s that I won’t go into detail about but have to do with our trauma or persecutors.

Just like our psyche, our inner world is pretty fragmented. Some alters live in a certain headspace and very rarely leave it, others can visit most or all of them. Not all of the headspaces are connected, although if they were I would like it to be by a sort of cosmic tunnel shown in the banner. If I had to try to put all of the headspaces together I think it’d look more like bubbles, each bubble holding a scene or headspace, with the area between most of the bubbles being just black empty space. I wish I could put them all into one cohesive world but it doesn’t seem to work that way for us, although perhaps we can try to construct tunnels between the bubbles eventually, I think that was the hope/inspiration gained from the banner when I first saw it.

Here is the full photo of my banner, if anyone knows the original artist please tag them!

[warmaidensrevenge]

Okay so I had this on going thought. So plus size fem reader goes to a party Eddie is there she's drunk they've both had drinks. They do stuff and loses her v card. Smut doesn't need to be included cos this is just back story. Morning after she bolts before eddie wakes up. She finds out a month later that she is pregnant. So now she is terrified to even mention anything to Eddie cos she is thinking either he wouldn't believe her when she tells him they had sex (she thinks he doesn't remember that night because he didn't say anything to her about it in school) or he would just reject her immediately and deny his baby. So basically she progresses with her pregnancy. People keep making fun of her. Some saying she is faking it to excuse her from being "fat". She constantly gets asked who the father is. Only her close friends know who it is. They want her to be honest with Eddie but she doesn't want to. Anyways like later he confronts her about why she wouldn't want the father of the baby involved (he has a suspicion its him because he does remember that night) and she's pissed saying it isn't his business. You can decide to go from there. This might be a little too detailed but my brain was running a mile a minute.

What's done is done.

Eddie Munson x Plus size reader

If you want to read my other work you can find it HERE

Hmmm interesting 🤔

Warning: sexual implications, mentions of unprotected sex, cursing, body insecurities

Not proof read and no word count

Inspired by Killswitch Engage - Arms of sorrow and juno

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You really didn't want to go to the party at Steve's house. But your best friends Chrissy and Robin convinced you to go. You really weren't the partying type. You were more of a goodie two shoes when it came to social gatherings. You mainly find yourself at the library or doing some volunteer work. But tonight you were totally going out of your comfort zone.

You stood in the corner alone watching everyone talking, laughing and getting plastered. You were only there for 30 minutes before you were ready to go home. You made your way to Chrissy who was sitting on Jason's lap.

" Hey umm I'm getting kinda tired." You started to make an excuse when Chrissy looked at the door and smiled. She looked back to you and nudge her head towards the door. You looked and your heart skipped a beat. Eddie Munson just walked in with a couple of his band mates.

You had been crushing on him since the day he asked you if he could borrow a pencil in class. His big chocolate button eyes made you swoon. He tried to give it back after class. But you insisted for him to keep it.

Now no longer wanting to leave you made your way to the kitchen to get a drink. Eddie was in there grabbing himself one too.

"Hey uhhh y/n can you open this for me?"

Eddies voice brought your attention to him. He held out a can of beer. He knew your name. You didn't even know he knew you existed.

" uh yeah sure". You took his can and opened it.

"Thanks princess. I uhh I hurt my fingers playing tonight." Eddie gave you an excuse is to why he couldn't open it himself.

" uhh you're welcome" you spoke softly.

Eddie moved closer to you. You assumed it was because the music was too loud for him to hear you.

He was leaning against the counter taking a drink. It was definitely awkward for you. So you took a drink of a mixed cocktail someone had made.

" what are you doing here?"

Eddie's question made you feel like you didn't belong there. And to be honest you didn't. Eddie sensed your withdrawal.

"No no. I mean I don't normally see you at parties. Aren't you like some preachers daughter or something?"

You gave him a halfhearted laugh. " Uhh no, a pastors daughter" you corrected him.

" Right right. But that doesn't answer my first question."

You took another sip of your drink. You were parched all of a sudden.

" my uhh girlfriends made me tag along" you nodded your head towards Chrissy.

" I didn't know you were gay?"

You shot your eyes to meet Eddie's. " I'm not-" Your knees immediately gave. Eddie grabbed you so fast. Fingers digging into your back fat.

" shit you ok?" Eddie was concerned.

" Uh yeah I'm fine. Just got a little dizzy."

"Did you eat?"

You shook your head.

" Well you can't drink on an empty stomach." Eddie went to the fridge pulling out stuff to make a sandwich like it was his house. He always made you smile even though he didn't know it.

You watched as he assembled one and cut it in half. He wrapped half in a napkin and handed it to you. He ate his half in like 2 bites before you even started on yours.

You guys chit chatted for a bit while you ate. Eddie was already on his 4th beer while you were already feeling a buzz from the one you had been babysitting. You had no tolerance for alcohol. You had heard a song that you liked and you started to dance. Eddie smiled while he watched you. You were so cute he thought. You accident bumped his arm while you were swaying about. Spilling some of his beer on his leather jacket.

" oh crap. sorry Eddie".

He laughed it off. " It's cool it's just beer."

"No no let me help clean you up." You grabbed Eddie's rough hand and lead him to the bathroom. Opening door after door until you found it.

Eddie closed the door behind him while you looked for a wash cloth. You wet it a little and move to Eddie to clean. Your eyes were focusing on his jacket while Eddie grinned watching you. God you're so pretty he thought.

"Thanks princess."

Eddies pet name made you blush. You finally met his eyes and you instantly melted. He was so damn pretty. You bit your lip out of nervousness. When Eddie ran his thumb across the apple of your cheek.

" can I kiss you?"

You froze. Eddie Munson wanted to kiss you. Sweet Baby Jesus!

You nodded and Eddie went for it. It was strange at first. It being your first kiss. You did your best to follow the rhythm Eddie had set for you. He pulled at your hips to meet his. While you wrapped your fingers in his untamed frizzy curls. You pulled away to catch your breath.

"Uhh do you want to go find a room?"

You hesitate knowing what was gonna happen but you nodded anyways. Eddie held your hand leading you into an empty bed room. You sat on the bed while Eddie locked the door and took off his jacket. He made his way to you and kissed you deeply. Just a few seconds after he laid you down on the mattress. He pulled away for a second.

" umm are you drunk?"

You shook your head no.

" ok. Uhh are you sure you want to do this? Because of you don't we can just go back downstairs and talk some more. Maybe dance or something."

You let out a small smile. " And they said chivalry is dead."

Eddie smiled before giving you a quick kiss. And propped back up.

"So you want to stop?"

You shook your head.

"words princess. I need your permission."

" No Eddie. Please don't stop"

You woke up the morning after from the sun shining through the blinds. Damn near blinding you. You look over to the messy brown haired guy next to you. Oh my goodness did that really happen? Man oh man.

Eddie had his back towards you and you wanted to hug him but after last night you were embarrassed. So you crept out of the bed. You were still completely naked. Ashamed of your body you quietly hurried to put on your clothes. Last night Eddie praised your figure. Kissing every white lightning bolt across your tummy. Massaging the meat of your thighs. Maybe it was his words or his touch maybe his soft full lips making their way around your body. Whatever it was you let Eddie Munson venture where no man has ever ventured before.

You pulled up your jeans noticing a little of dried blood on the inside of your thigh. Feeling the heat of shame make it's way to your face, you didn't even bother to put on your shoes. Once outside you dawned them on and walked home. I can't believe that happened. And with the guy you've been crushing on for what seems like forever.

...

A month had passed since that lovely night. But ever since, Eddie hasn't even so much as looked at you. Which of course broke your heart. Did he not like it as much as you did? Did he not like you enough to even talk to you? Was it because you weren't his type? Was being with a "big" girl that off putting? Perhaps it was just a hook up to him. Where you really ok with just a one time thing? After being with Eddie, his lack of attention brought back all your insecurities that you had just started to be ok with.

Chrissy and Robin knew everything about everything, your feelings for Eddie, how he took your virginity that night. How being a pastors daughter was super annoying. You guys had been best friends for years. Going on trips together, having so many sleep overs, shopping, crying fits. Everything best friends did. You remembered when Chrissy confessed losing her v card to Jason freshman year. Around the same time Robin came out to you guys. You accepted her for who she was. Who is anyone to say who someone should or shouldn't love? It's not like you can control who you fall for. As long as they were happy right?

You were in the bathroom at school with your friends when Chrissy asked if you need a pad. Your menzies always happened at the same time. Yours however was late. You could feel it coming though. You were spotting and super bloated. Your breast were sore and you were fatigued. All normal signs of your menstrual cycle. It wasn't until a week later did you feel something was wrong when you didn't start. Your sense of smell was heightened and you started getting sick in the morning. So worried something was wrong you 3 way called Robin and Chrissy to explaining everything.

Before you knew it the 3 of you were crammed into your small bathroom staring at the counter that held a pregnancy test.

"I can't look" you sighed out.

"me either" Chrissy said holding your hand. You both looked at Robin.

" I don't want to look either... Nor do I want to touch that pee stick. Don't get me wrong y/n I love you and all but no way."

You took a deep breath and went for the test. Stupid unholy pink plus sign. Your eyes watered and you sunk to the floor.

" no." Chrissy and Robin said at the same time making their way to the floor next to you. Trying their best to console you.

They asked what you wanted to do. If you wanted to get an abortion. But you explained your father would never allow it. And to be honest you didnt want to. You wanted to keep the baby. The baby was part you and part Eddie. If you couldn't have Eddie at least you could have a part of him. But you had to tell him right? Would he believe you? Would he care? Would he want to help raise a child at such a young age? Would he just bolt? Or would he deny that you two hooked up?

You explained your concerns with your friends. Chrissy stuck up for Eddie. Explaining that he wasn't that type of person. And you knew that. Eddie was never mean. He wasn't a bad guy like the majority of the school thought. But then again. Who just has sex with someone and then never talk or look at them ever again. Robin agreed with you but still voice that you should tell him. You were so naive it was painful for your friends to witness.

-Eddie saw you first when he walked through that door into the mess of people at Steve's summer party. When he saw Chrissy nod her head in his direction he looked away so you would catch him staring at you. And when you went to the kitchen he went too. He asked for your help opening a can. He could have done it. But he lied to get a conversation going. He's been wanting to talk to you for some time now. But you never seemed to be around. Your always doing something with yourself. Something he would never really care about until he saw you handing out bowls of soup to the needy on Christmas day. He had gotten community service on some trumped up charge. So he was washing dishes when you came back with a tub full. You gave him a 'I'm sorry' look for adding more work for him. You worked up front. The food serving jobs that were saved for those who did this often. Of course you did this often you were a sweet innocent girl. He liked that about you. You didn't judge him based on what anyone said. You made the decision to like someone or not according to what you learned about that person from that person.

After that night though Eddie thought that maybe being see with the towns 'Freak' was too much for you. That's why you left without saying goodbye. Why you hadn't looked at him since. Sure Eddie thought you were different from everyone else. But the way you acted like he didn't exist hurt him. But he still cared for you. He watched you over the next few months. You were glowing. You had never looked so beautiful. But it was about 4 and a half months after the night you spent with him did Eddie noticed that you started to wear clothes that were way bigger than your normal ones. He was clearly oblivious to the situation. Until he started to hear the rumors. He was staring at you during lunch one day. He saw you get up and for a split second your shirt hug your belly just before you pulled it so that it would lay down properly. Eddie's eyes widened jaw dropping to the floor. You were pregnant. What others were saying was true. When did that happen? Did you hook up with other guys after Eddie? Or Before ? No you were a good girl. But then again you let Eddie have sex with you without a condom. But hold on wait wait. The way you felt. The way your core tugged at him before he entered you. You were definitely a virgin. Was he the father? No no. You would have told him if he was.

Eddie's minds was so packed with questions that he had to talk to you. He need to know who the father is. He found you at your locker in-between classes.

"Well aren't you just a walking cliche? Preachers daughter all knocked up?" Eddie chuckled. But you didn't find it funny.

" so uhhh what's going on?"

You gave Eddie a thin lip smile. " Well I'm 19 and pregnant, still in highschool. So yeah a walking cliche." You were being sarcastic but Eddie didn't seem to catch it.

" Well no shit princess. It's like you're pushing maximum capacity." Eddie said looking at your belly. He wanted to touch it. But your words stopped him.

"Seriously?! What the hell is your problem Eddie?!" Eddie looked at you in shock. " Seriously go fuck yourself!" You said while turning around and leaving Eddie frozen in fear

You never yelled at him. Shit you barely said anything in the past few years he's known you. And now you were yelling at him. He didn't know what brought that on. But your friends were going to make damn sure he would know by the end of the day.

They were waiting by his van. He stopped to study to see if they were pissed. And by the way Robin and Chrissy marched up to him he knew. He was a dead man.

" what the hells your problem Munson?!" Chrissy spoke first.

"Seriously how are you gonna call a pregnant woman fat?" Robin said shoving him.

" I-i didn't call y/n f-fat"

Robin scoffed " Oh please Munson spare us. "Maximum capacity " are you serious. That's just cruel. Even for you."

"N-no I-i didn't mean it that way."

" I don't care what you meant Eddie, you better apologize to her" Chrissy poked his chest.

" I don't think she will talked to me."

" well you better start trying before we kick your ass." Robin and Chrissy looked at each other and nodded.

Eddie agreed to do it. He didn't mean to hurt your feelings. He was just nervous. He always felt nervous around you. He also always seems to put his foot in his mouth everytime he talked to you. So he was gonna try. But you never came back to school after that. And you weren't home most days. Or at least when he went over. He called but your father said you weren't home.

Eddie didn't know this but after the incident in the hallway you took your parents offer to send you to a school for young mothers just 30 minutes out of Hawkins. You didn't want to leave your friends but you had to get away from Eddie. You didn't tell Eddie you were carrying his child after that day. Fully accepting that you were gonna do this on your own. Clearly he wasn't ready to be a father if he still acted like a child calling you names and making fun of your situation.

...

" Hello?"

" Eddie it's Chrissy. I uhh I have to tell you something.

Eddie hadn't seen you in like four months. He found out you left but he didn't know where. And your friends were no help.

He listened while Chrissy said that you were in labor. And that he need to know that he was the father.

He hung up with the address on a piece of paper crumpled in his fist. He knew it. He knew it was his. And though he was scared shitless. He couldn't help being excited. He put on his best button down shirt and his Sunday slacks. He never actually went to church but they were a Christmas present from like 3 years ago. He was surprised they still fit. He was super nervous so he sat outside in his van so he could calm down enough to drive to you. He stopped at a gas station and bought you some flowers and a small stuffed puppy with the color of your eyes for the baby.

...

Eddie was walking down the hallway looking for your room when he saw your parents coming out through a door at the end of the hall. Eddie froze when he saw your mom crying and your dad trying to comfort her. Shit what happened? Was she upset that you decide to keep the baby instead of put it up for adoption? Or was she upset that he the town freak was the father? He had no clue what was going on with you. All he knew was he wanted to raise the baby... together.

He approached your door when he saw your parents leave. He decided not to introduce himself going against why he dressed up if the first place. He felt like maybe you two could do it together. Hoping that your parents would see that he wasn't a Devil worshipping cult leader he was made out to be. Maybe even get your father's permission to make an honest woman out of you.

Eddie shook the thought away so he could finally go in and see you two. His heart was pounding and he started to sweat. He was so nervous. The last time he was this nervous was his first performance at the Hideout.

He reached for the latch when the door pulled open. Robin and Chrissy were standing there. Tear stained cheeks, blood shot puffy eyes hugging each other. Eddie took a step back at the sight.

" Are they o-ok? He mumbled

With what looked like it took everything she had to shake her head. Robin said " No"

Eddie watched as they left. And he stood there for a moment before going in.

You were laying on your back head turned to the window. Your quiet sobs rang in his ears. He looked down at the empty bassinet and just knew. But what confirmed it was the tiny medical wrist band that you had clutched in your hand that was pressing against your heart. You didn't look at him when he came in. You didn't want to face him. You had just given a stillbirth and you just wanted to die.

Eddie put the flowers and stuff animal down onto a chair in the corner of the room and he came to the side of hospital bed where your face was. You scooted over to let Eddie climb in bed with you. He held you tight while you sobbed into his chest.

" It's ok y/n I'm here now. I have you" it was all Eddie could say before he joined you in crying.

He swore to himself that day that he would always be there for you. He would take care of you. He hoped that this pain you both were feeling wouldn't last long. And one day when everything was alright, when you were alright, you would let him love you the way he always has.

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there were moments -g.satoru

synopsis: gojo being observant in a coffee shop.

a/n: I wrote this by my 'own' interpertation of gojo lightly following his astological chart. (if you're interested click here to read more).

tags: gojo satoru, nanami kento, coffee shop, nanami being a little bitch (might delete later).

there were moments, where the strongest sorcerer wished to stop time and replay a scene over again.

gojo satoru peeked from his glasses as he watched from a nearby coffee table. he waits for a co-worker of his to arrive; a hot chocolate cup rests inches away from his fingertips waiting to cool off.

he had learned his lesson exactly 3 minutes ago. how? the stinging of his tongue numbed him as he bit down a frown.

there was a couple, he noted. a woman in her early 20's with dark hair, glasses, and a tote bag. an unknown band was neatly decorated; he guessed she was the one who made it because from the corner of his eye, he could see a smudge of ink that was a result of an accidental stroke.

suddenly, a man gojo deems her boyfriend wraps his arms around her, stealing a kiss from her cheek. the girl jumps, startled, before shooting some type of remark girls would normally give their boyfriends after they've nearly died of a heart attack.

he smiled.

as the jujutsu sorcerer sipped his drink, he couldn't help but indulge himself in the everyday life of what it might've been like to live a normal life. not that he disliked being a sorcerer, but he was oddly curious about day-to-day civilian life aside from fighting curses.

paying taxes, doing laundry, and finishing an essay before (said so) deadline.

when the couple sat down, he turned to his phone.

9:24am

nanami should have arrived already, he thinks. it was unlike him to arrive late to any meeting, especially mornings.

not feeling in any particular rush, gojo mentally forgives the ex-salaryman, not bothering to shoot a follow-up text before returning his attention to the couple.

he wondered if they were in love, as silly as it was.

was it possible for two people to feel such a powerful emotion in the midst of the world today? amongst economic recessions, climate change, and wars?

could love truly thrive under those circumstances?

the girl laughed, catching gojo's attention. the two of them paid no interest to the world as it seemed the only people in the were them. the guy shrugs, earning a playful slap on his side.

from the coffee shop window, gojo's ears perk at the familiar figure enter the building.

"nanami!" the sorcerer raises a hand while the salaryman is quick to frowns as he already carries a drink of his own before settling down.

"long night with the mrs.?" he asks.

"that's nothing of your concern," he replies sharply, "of course, you wouldn't know that, would you?"

"ouch, already off to a serious start in the morning?" the sorcerer barks a laugh, worried he might have been too loud, hoping he did not interrupt the couple he had spent the last 7 minutes wondering about.

"oh come on, nanami, you know how I am!"

the ex-salaryman huffs, "always the womanizing bed hopper."

all gojo offers is his billionaire smile, a shit-eating grin if you'd ask nanami. the white haired sorcerer removes his fingers around the hot choclate cup before placing his hands in front of him.

"now then, what was it you wanted to discuss?"

[captainrexisboo]

Shameless Flirt

Hey hoes! I’m (partially) back!!!

I had a sudden burst of writing inspo. I am very excited to finally give y’all my long awaited Hevy X Reader fic!! I loved writing this, Hevy was so fun to get into the head of. I was going to post this yesterday but then (of course, right as I wanted to start posting again lmao) Life Happened aHA-

Anyways! The Reader Is A Lady (although, it’s not really specified aside from she/her pronouns. still tagging it as female reader though)! No warnings apply, just a lot of flirty banter and a bit of smoochin! Reblogs, replies, and comments are highly encouraged. I love hearing from y’all! Enjoy!!!

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Technically, it was your day off. However, being the workaholic you were, and bored just sitting in your quarters, you decided the best course of action was to pick up some things you had left at one of your workstations in the ARC training sector...like the stopping point of your last project. You waved and smiled past the guards and troopers patrolling the halls, the vode knew you so it’s not like they were surprised when you strolled through the stark fluorescent halls in your lounging civvies you brought from Corrie. It’s not like you didn’t do this every other off day. It’s not like they haven’t tried to stop you- but not even ARC Commander Blitz could give you orders to go relax as you hunch over another blaster, detonator, or even some type of launcher, without you grinning like a cheeky loth-cat, “I am relaxing, Commander.”

After the first few months of working alongside Blitz, he came to understand that nothing was going to come between you and your work. At least nothing short of the consequence of you kicking and screaming all the way back to your quarters. So he let you be. “Don’t mind her, boys, that’s just our weapons tech. She’s always at the armory, or here in the target range. Think of her as a part of the training- don’t you dare get distracted.” Every new batch of ARC-trainees got told the same thing, and everytime you’d smirk into your work with a casual but polite wave over your shoulder, not even bothering to look back-

“And what about after training, Commander, will she still be ‘distracting’ up here?”

-until today. His shameless intention laced his words, and you could feel his eyes run up and down the curve of your spine, following the shape of your legs. You stood straight from your bent position over the standing turret, turning around with an unimpressed brow as you cocked out a hip, “I sure will, but you’ve got curfew to make, trooper.”

It was easy to single out the flirt, even if they were all wearing helmets. There were five trainees this time, four of them had their shoulders shaking as they choked back giggles with varying snorts and fake coughs at their brother’s expense. The one second from the end to your right seemed taken aback by your retort, spine stiff, and visor still looking at you dead on. You slid your eyes over to where Blitz was sighing and shaking his head, taking as step forward as he ordered, “Fives, thump your brother’s helmet for me.”

“Aye, sir,” Fives managed to breathe out the two syllables without breaking, but needing to clear his throat before swatting the upside of the flirt’s head, effectively taking his gaze off of you and immediately to the floor. Blitz made his way across the room to stand in front of the trooper, and even though they were the same height, Blitz carried himself in a way that made him seem to loom over the younger soldier.

“CT-782, you said your name was Hevy, right?” 

“Yes sir,” Hevy confirmed, voice coming out low, in a natural huskiness some clones seemed to have, as he stood even straighter, trying to mimic the Commander’s practiced stance. Blitz nodded a couple times, humming sagely- you recognized this though. He wasn’t thinking at all, he was just adding tension, the dramatic bastard. You couldn’t help but scoff silently at his demeanor as he took an inhale before continuing.

“I’ve read up about you and your brothers, soldier. The outpost at Rishi, getting recruited into the 501st, your entire batch surviving every fray, hells I just saw all five of you in action during the Separatist invasion just a couple days ago,” Blitz took a moment to exhale, something that could have been mistaken for a sound of intrigue, “You no doubt deserve to be here. An entire batch making it to ARC training? This hasn’t been done since the last batch made specifically to be ARCs themselves. But son-” in the pause, now you could never be sure, but you were positive in that moment you heard the grating clicking of Hevy grinding his teeth at the term, “-I don’t recommend playing with fire. Lucky as you all have been, even in ARC armor, you’ll get burned.”

Hevy stole a glance back at you, to which you gave him a mock salute with your screwdriver and a delightfully crooked smirk before turning back to your work.

Instead of taking his Commander’s words to heart as a warning, he took them as a challenge. From that day on, whenever he found himself in the same room as you (provided Blitz wasn’t there to reprimand him) he would try his hand to win you over. Admittedly, it was very fun to trade bouts of wit with him. He was a cocky brute, but held a sharp tongue. His hot-headedness made it especially entertaining to get him all riled up, teasing him back, only to give him a flick on the nose or a poke on his chest plate. Hell, there was one time you went as far as squeezing his bicep. Specializing in weaponry, especially the heavy duty kind, his arms were definitely impressive. How could you not take that chance? 

On the slower days, when he was too tired to even run his eyes over you, he’d still find you hunched over your workspace in the armory to watch you perform your task of the day. An arms specialist finding interest in a weapons technician’s work? Shocker. Still, being surrounded by the blasters and countless ammo and bombs in the armory, listening to the gentle clicks of your tinkering and watching your fingers go through repeating nimble motions over metal plates and little rivets did seem to put him at ease after a rough day. It was something you could much too easily relate to. Over the course of Domino squad’s ARC training, those days where he gave you quiet, warm company were your favorite.

Today was not one of those days.

You had been given a new assignment, transferring from the training base...to travel with the Domino squad once they graduated in the next few days. And it seems like they just got the message too. You rolled your eyes as you heard his low whistle from across the room, but from the safety of being turned around you couldn’t help a sly grin take over your face. 

“And what, praytell,” Hevy’s gruff voice fills the armory as his boots echoed off the walls with their weighted falls, like you could hear the sway in his step to the beat of his walk, getting closer to you as you continued to lean over your work table, “Did the Domino ARCs do to get a pretty little thing like you to be our weapons technician?”

“Oi, leave her alone, Hevy,” ever the gentleman, Echo tried to ‘defend your honor’ from the shameless flirt as he walked in not a moment later, “Unless you want her to issue herself for a transfer to a different band of ARCs? Keep talking to her like she’s some meat pie, see where it gets you.”

“Awh, thank you, Echo,” you cooed over your shoulder before pushing up your goggles to give Hevy a sugar-coated pout, “Eat shit, Hevy.”

Hevy knew this game, taking his helmet off he shot you a charming wink, before turning to his brother, “What other ‘band of ARCs’? We’re the only notable ones, all the other ARCs are in CO positions, or are riding it solo and getting contracted to separate battalions for separate missions every day! We’re the only full squad of-“

“Half a squad,” Echo interrupted, taking off his helmet to shoot his brother a criticizing arch of his brow, “You realize a full squad is nine soldiers, right? This stuff has been drilled into us since decanting-”

“Then why do they call us the Domino squad?”

“Rolls off the tongue better than Domino batch,” you grumbled into your work, slipping your goggles back on and trying to focus amidst their conversation, “Look, are y’all actually here for something, or-?”

You trailed off, continuing your practiced movements as you waited for an answer. Hevy leaned next to you on the table, careful not to jostle it, or you, with his weight. He had learned that lesson the hard way...some nights his shin still throbbed with the memory.

“We’re gonna celebrate, not just the graduation, but now with you getting to tag along!” Hevy’s unusual cheeriness made you pause in your work. You turned to him, about to say something when he continued, “And we want you to join in the celebration too, mesh’la.”

You blinked at him, surprised by his offer. Sure, you were friendly to the troopers, and Hevy seems to have gotten especially comfortable around you, but you didn’t think they’d want to invite you to something as special as that. You pulled the goggles completely off your head, setting down your tools as you turned around to lean against your table, “I’ll bite. What’s the catch?”

Echo and Hevy looked between themselves, before glancing at you with mirroring expressions of confusion. 

“Why do you want me to join?” you elaborated, bringing up a hand to count on your fingers, “You wouldn’t want me there unless you had a reason for me to join, what is it? Contraband liquor? Snacks? Do you want me to secure the armory for the get together so you don’t have to have it in the barracks, or my quarters, or what?”

“The catch,” Hevy took a careful step into your space, mimicking your new pose, giving you an amused if not surprised smile, “is for you to have fun, not surrounded by guns and ammo.”

“And that’s coming from Hevy,” Echo scoffed, but agreeing with a wide shrug of his shoulders as he crossed his arms. You looked between the two of them as the moment stretched out for what felt like a lifetime… for Hevy at least. All the times he spent with you, all the terrible flirting and unashamed eyeing- he really wanted you to join. He could feel sweat begin to creep down his neck, the longer he waited for a response, swallowing down a gulp of dry air as his gaze flicked nervously over to Echo. Echo simply rolled his eyes- all of Domino Squad knew about Hevy’s true feelings for you. It was hard not to take notice when Hevy was just, well, like that. But they never seemed to learn about Hevy’s quiet times in here with you, how you two would partake in silent togetherness, finding peace in each other’s company. Not that Hevy was embarrassed, far from it, but he liked having that little piece to himself. Of course, he wanted more of you to himself, but for now those comforting silences while you built and rebuilt blasters were enough for him, because they were enough for you.

You kept your gaze neutral as you weighed the option of joining in your mind. It was far from a bad option, you liked this batch. They had been through a lot together, loved and protected each other like brothers should, and along with Hevy they accepted you as one of their own. What was one night?

“Yeah, alright,” you looked between the two ARCs, a grin forming as you stole a glance at Hevy, “I’ll join in. When is it?”

Hevy could jump for joy at your agreement, but he was still leaning on your workspace. Instead he smiled wide, tattooed cheeks crinkling parallel to the corners of his eyes, letting out a relieving breath, “Tomorrow night, the eve of our first deployment as ARCs. Be at our bunks at 1930…and if you do have any liquor-”

“Hevy-”

“Of course I have liquor,” you interrupt Echo’s chiding with a wink to the heavy gunner, bringing your forefinger up to trace Hevy’s jawline, gliding along the sharp edge, the pad of your fingertip calloused from years of work, and swelling with pride at how his dark eyes fluttered shut as he leaned into your teasing touch. Coming off with a playful tap to the tip of his chin, his eyes snapped open at your sultry chuckle, “See you tomorrow, soldier.”

You turned back to your work, slipping your goggles on a final time, but not before a quick and casual wave over your shoulder, “Later, Echo.”

Echo couldn’t figure out your mood toward Hevy worth a damn. He looked between your aloof manners and Hevy’s moony grin, deciding it just wasn’t worth trying to pick your brain at, partially because he was smart enough not to get involved, but also he wasn’t certain he’d be able to stomach the answer. Catching his brother's eyes, he made a discreet gagging motion to him before fitting his helmet back on and walking out the door, “See you, techie.”

Hevy stayed back a bit longer, continuing to watch you work. He was completely quiet, but his silence was deafening. You breathed out a huff of laughter, the tops of your ears beginning to heat up at his attention, wetting your lips, “Well?”

“Hm? Well what?” he shook himself out of his stupor, blinking back into time at your voice.

“Are you gonna leave now n’ let me work?” You cursed inwardly at your harsh words. You liked Hevy, deep down he was a real sweetheart, but you always found yourself being so coarse to him. Thankfully, he was as much of a hardhead as he was a hothead, and he met your indifferent glare with a devilish grin that made your heart jump doubletime.

“No, I think I’m gonna sit right here and watch your lovely hands make something amazing.”

“Amazing?” you scoff, shaking your head at his compliment, “I’m just fixing up another DC-15A that some cadet broke. You need to head to the med station if you think that’s amazing. We both know the Z-6 rotary is far superior-”

“When you’re done with it, it’ll be the best DC-15A in the GAR,” Hevy interrupted, eyes shifting between your face and your hands, “Everything you do is amazing.”

You stopped what you were doing at the genuinity that filled his praise. He always spoke to you with a hint of truth, a bit of heartfelt sincerity to make his easy way of speaking more personal to you, more interesting. But there was something in his expression, maybe the dreamlike haze filling the depths of his eyes, or the way that his accent rolled off his tongue that had you placing your palms flat on the table before speaking low to him, “Hevy, what are you doing?”

“I thought I was pretty clear,” he shrugged with a sideways grin, still careful of the lean on your table, “I’m watching you. You’ve let me before-”

“I mean with the…” you gestured to his full self, keeping your eyes on your now resting project, “The whole...flirting thing.”

You caught him off-guard. The two of you have been at it for months now, but neither of you had ever said or acknowledged anything about it. It was like a silent pact between the two of you, continue the performance, but don’t mention the game. To suddenly come out of the unsaid arrangement, Hevy felt himself draw back, slowly lifting his weight off the table, “Do you...not like it? I mean I figured that you...you know, you’ve always responded…”

You couldn’t believe it. After always having something to say, being able to trade quips, building a friendship over the shared banter and ripostes, the fearless ARC trooper you’ve seen grow so much these past few months was babbling out broken sentences at a single question.

“I can stop, if you’d like.”

It was that whispered phrase that brought you back into the moment, turning to him with burning cheeks, “I didn’t say that.”

“Well then what do you want?” He took a step into your space, brow set and a jaw flexing as he frustratingly tried to understand your sudden shift, “We’ve been...flirting-” the word left him like he was saying it for the first time, each syllable carefully leaving his lips- “since the day I met you. Mesh’la, if you don’t like it, say something! We’re about to go to work together, travelling the galaxy for a long time-”

“Exactly,” you countered, poking at his chest as you stood defiantly to him, tearing off your goggles and mussing your hair off to the side, “Whatever this is, are we gonna continue it? Continue dancing around each other like some kind of goddamned soap opera where everyone but us gets off on our own self-denial?”

“Self-denial?” Hevy repeats, an incredulous sound leaving his chest as you saw a fire spark behind his stare, “Sweetheart, I’m not denying anything, especially things I haven’t been asked!”

“Alright then, fine!” Somewhere down the conversation, your voices had raised to shouting in the small space, even as you two stood almost nose to nose, and your breath hot on his lips you asked, “Do you like me, trooper?”

“Like you? It was love at first sight when you first told me off,” Hevy couldn’t find it in himself to be embarrassed at his confession, just focusing on fueling the flames between you, “And what about you, techie? How do you feel about me?”

“I think you’re a smartmouthed asshole with a heart of gold and a pretty face- yeah, I like you a whole fucking lot!” 

This was ridiculous. You knew it was ridiculous. You could see it in his face too, the two of you breathing heavy, barely a hair’s width away from each other. You’re unsure who started it, later on you two would always claim the other giggled first, but eventually you found yourselves holding onto each other for support as you laughed out the rest of your pointless venom. His arms fit around you perfectly as your hands held strong to his wide shoulders, your laughter filling the room together, the sounds swirling in their melody as everything started to click perfectly into place. Once everything quieted down, your head resting against his chest as his hands ran up and down your back, you exhaled low and steady against him, slowly rocking in his hold, “Plastoid isn’t that comfortable to rest on, huh?”

“You should try wearing it,” Hevy snorted at your comment, leaning over to rest his cheek on the top of your head, “So...what now?”

You hummed, feigning thought before angling your face to brush your lips over the column of his throat, murmuring into his skin, “I wouldn’t be against a kiss.”

Something rich left his throat, the sound deep and thrumming through his chest before one of his hands found its way into your tresses on the back of your head, tugging gently at your hair to guide you to his lips. You couldn’t stop the brief hitch in your breath at the daring move, but you wouldn’t have expected anything less from the brash soldier. At your word he took the lead, slanting over your mouth in a soft motion, breathing you in as easy as air. You followed in confidence, welcoming the boldness with which he kissed you as the same boldness that had him playing the game you both set up. A small noise of satisfaction left you, not just from the perfect pressure from his lips moving so softly against yours, but also from the way his hand gripped so firmly at your waist through your canvas jumpsuit, his other hand still carding so thoughtfully through your hair; it was a sweet little gasp that Hevy swore he’d be replaying in his head for a week. Or at least until he was able to make another sound tumble out of you.

Your hands came up to cup his cheeks, thumbs tracing the edges of his tattoos, pulling him impossibly closer. The payoff of this single kiss was absolutely worth all those months of gentle torture, the teasing touches and glances, discreetly watching his lips when he’d talk and thinking about how he’d feel against your own. Or even how he’d taste. In a stroke of your own audacity, you ran a slow, languid lick of your tongue against his lips, and the growl that came from him made the most delightful of shivers shoot right down your spine.

He had a robust, spicy taste, earthy and rich with a bit of heat that came tickling at your tongue. It wasn’t too surprising- he smelled the same way, smoky and hearty with the biting musk all clones seemed to carry with them. What did surprise you was the honeyed velvet of his own tongue eagerly coming to meet yours as you repeated your action. You could feel his infuriating grin at the helpless whimper that dripped from you at the feeling, and you nipped brazenly at his bottom lip in retaliation.

Before he could respond to your playful attack, the two of you froze as a throat loudy cleared from the entryway of the armory. Hevy almost didn’t pull away from you, a near silent broken whine coming from him (for your ears only) as he came off of your lips with a wet smacking sound. After a quick flex of his fingers, he removed his hands from you just as slowly, your own hands sliding down from his face to clasping behind your back. You both turned to face the bucket of Commander Blitz, arms crossed and stance wide in the doorway. He nodded toward the hall, “You left the door open.”

You cleared your throat, pursing your lips to keep from saying something ridiculous. Hevy clenched his jaw, trying to accomplish the same thing. Blitz’s visor smoothly slid to gaze over you, and you straightened in the mimic of his cadets. “You finally relaxing, techie?”

A short chuckle escaped you, lips twitching up in a coy grin, “I am, Commander.”

He nodded, that same dramatic humming leaving him as he turned then to Hevy, who tensed at full attention to the ARC Commander. “What about you, son. How’s that burn feel?”

“To be perfectly candid, sir,” Hevy, always pushing the limits, turned to shoot you a look with a quick lick of his lips before responding, “Absolutely thrilling.”

Blitz nodded again, taking slow steps into the room, like how Hevy had earlier that day, letting each step echo off the walls until he was about two feet away, “I’m happy for you both, but please. Don’t be stupid. You’re lucky it was me walking by and not one of the longnecks, or the nat-born chief trainers. Close the doors. And do me a favor, wait till you’re both off Kamino for any of the heavier stuff, okay?”

You and Hevy both confirmed the Commander’s request with quick nods and mumbled “Yes sirs,” making him let go a long breath. Uncrossing his arms, he pointed to Hevy, “Trooper, hit the showers. Move it.”

Hevy shot you one last look, if you didn’t know any better you’d say he was bashful, before saluting Blitz, grabbing his helmet and marching out of the armory. You stood straight, still under Blitz’s cold stare from his visor, until he sighed, slapping a companionable hand on your shoulder, “If he steps out of line, I better be the first vod you call. I will kick his ass so hard, he’ll be knocked back to failing the Citadel the first time-”

“At ease, Commander,” you rolled your eyes, you hand coming up to hold onto his, brushing your thumb over his knuckles with a soft breath of laughter, “He didn’t lay a hand on me until I asked him to.”

Blitz squeezed your hand, taking off his own helmet to look at you. He looked a little older than Domino did, cheeks slightly hollowed and eyes a bit deeper set, a bittersweet shine coming over his amber stare, mouth twitching up into a lopsided smile, “I’m gonna miss you, after you go off with those fools.”

“You’ll make great friends with the next techie who comes along. Who knows, maybe they’ll actually listen to you,” you smile back at him, the two of you masking the tears threatening to fall from your lashes. He pulls you in, touching your foreheads together, before giving two more pats to your shoulder.

“And remember,” he pulls off of you, placing his helmet back on and causing his voice to come out in a soft static, “Please, for the love of Jango, don’t-”

“Don’t be stupid,” you salute to him, winking for extra effect, “Aye-aye, ori’vod.”

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Magician Behind the Music // Owen Joyner

sagSummary: Being in a studio recording songs is an intimidating experience for anyone regardless of age. Wanting the best in the business for his soundtrack Kenny Ortega brings his cast to the best in the business. Heading the production is no ever than Y/N with a certain sparkle when it comes to the tall blonde.

Warning: Swearing, insecurity, oblivious!reader and fluff

Words: 2.1k

A/N: I know nothing about producing songs so I ended up winging it. About time I make a fic for Owen

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Masterlist

The studio had the sound of music as a group of people walk down the hall of the building that housed world-renowned recording studio. The office chair was leaning back as a figure sat listening to the nearly finished album. Forest green Sanuk slip-on shoes on the feet of the individual the door opening wasn’t heard.

“Girls you wanna hear the finished product?” You questioned from your seat behind the large control panel. The four girls on the video chat excited responded enthusiastic band members.

Not needing anymore push the song replaced the one that had been playing as background noise. Sliding the volume up the music, you had both produced and featured played through the speakers. As the pre-chorus and the chorus came, you couldn’t help but start singing.

 I find peace in every story you told

 I think of you, I’ll never be alone

 It’s true, true, true

 You know I do, do, do

 Oh, I need you more than words can say

 Oh, you save me in ways that I can’t explain

 Always been there for me, now I’ll do the same

 Oh, I need you more than words can say

All five that poured themselves on the song couldn’t help but bop along with the catchy words and beat. By far, one of your most favourite songs you ever co-wrote, feature and produce. You and little Mix had been desiring to co-work on something for years now.

“That pre-chorus and chorus are the favourites of my career!” You excitedly announced glancing up the glass separating the booth from the control room. Your face found a handful of young adults and Kenny in the reflection.

“It’s gonna be a bop to sing!” Perrie agreed with her hair in messy space buns sitting at her computer desk in comfy clothes.

Jesy, Leigh-Anne and Jade wore similar loungewear in the safety of their homes after travelling out of LA back to England. An entire week spent solely on writing music and recording with a few sleepover nostalgic of the teen years.

“I gotta go. My next clients are here.” You told the excited British girl group before your cursor ended the video chat.

Pushing off with your toe on the floor, you faced the group seated taking in the awed expressions from the song. Part of you is annoyed at the blatant disregard of professionalism and the potential of the song being leaked.

“Charlie, Owen, Jeremy, and Madison this is my friend Y/N. She’s a musician, songwriter and a producer.” Kenny spoke, waving towards your seat position at the forefront of the control panel.

Your eyes gleamed brighter with the teal blue cable knit sweater paired with a pair of fitted blue jeans. The pros of being a producer in a recording studio meant the work attire was relaxed compared to desk jobs. It appeared this group was similar.

“Hello.” You spoke standing up to be closer to the group, “I believe you have a soundtrack needed? I’m Y/N Y/L/N. I’d like to ask that the song you overheard not be spoken about again.”

“I’m Charlie.” The brunette with a white hat put on backwards immediately shook your hand. Even with the hat, you could tell his hair was a gorgeous brown that contrasted his pretty eyes hazel green eyes.

“Hi Charlie.” You smiled at the male before stepping around him to the other three people in the room. The only other girl in the room was most definitely the lead of whatever show Kenny was currently doing.

“You’re Madison.” You spoke, taking in her youthful appearance and the quiet wisdom flowing within her eyes, the colour of dark coffee grounds. Her hair was down in her natural texture, resting on the shoulders of her muted olive green shirt.

“Jeremy.” Came from the shorter boy with startling rich dark brown almost black hair and eyes you couldn’t discern between blue or green. His cheeks a permanent pink flush but an infectious grin, “How are you?”

“My collaborators for a song liked it, and I’m not going to explain what you’ll be doing in the booth.” You replied gesturing to the enclosed space with the microphone and a stand of instruments.

Brushing off any other details you finally came to the only nameless individual in the room with the only blonde head of hair.

“Owen.” The blonde spoke softly with his eyes nearly begging to leave your expression with the anxiety building. This was so new for Owen, and unlike anything, he had ever experienced before in his life.

“Take a seat.” You motioned towards the long couch against the wall opposite the recording booth. It was a plus that extended couch perfect for a short nap after a near all-nighter. Your studio was the only one with such a good sofa.

“I’ve worked with Kenny on his Descendants series with the cast along with strictly only musicians. I say this with respect with Kenny, but if you don’t respect me or my process, I won’t hesitate to end this. It’s in the contract.” You sternly told the young individuals, “That being said. Your voice is an instrument that needs to be cared for. You need to be careful with it.”

The vocal coach dove into a more detailed list of the items not to be ingested by actors. The same thing happened with every new client you met after the horror film of a massacre a few years previous. As they went over, you looked over the schedule.

The binder was thick with the different songs in the series with jot notes in the margins. Kenny sat in the other chair, looking at them.

“So, Jeremy is the only one with experience?” You questioned glancing up at your elder with a look of curiosity. Kenny nodded with a fond smile, “Okay so let’s get his vocals for the first song recorded. That way, the others have a first-hand look at how it happens.”

Jeremy was quick to rid himself of his jacket to slide into the booth with the headphones resting on only one ear. In two hours, you had guided Madison and Charlie through their parts of this session. Your mouth opened to invite Owen into the booth but his demeanour concerned you.

“Kenny, how about we take a break for lunch?” You subtly guided Kenny to look at Owen before he quickly agreed.

Charlie was practically skipping out of the recording studio with his hands nudging Jeremy on his way out. Madison, led by her father, left right after leaving Owen to just about exit the room.

“Hey Owen?” You spoke, bringing the tensed young man’s attention, “Can you give me a moment?”

His head of thick blonde hair hesitantly nodded as Kenny followed the other cast members out of the room. Gently nudging the door closed you guided him to sit on the couch with you stationed in the office chair.

“First time recording is a bitch of pressure. I completely understand because I’ve guided people and been guided in the booth.” You began leaning forward to meet his eyes, “I know as someone with anxiety it’s intimidating. Let me know. Whatever you tell me will stay between us.”

Owen was quiet, “I’ve done other projects. I’ve never had the opportunity to have a role as a drummer. I guess this is overwhelming.”

“How about you hop into the room, and we mess around with a song?” You questioned, “I can show you how I produce if you’d like.”

“I’d like that.” Owen’s lips curved just a fraction into a ghost of a smile with the tension in his shoulders melting.

For the next two hours, you spent time in the booth explaining the equipment’s role in the recording. After he gave a short lyric, you invited him to sit by the soundboard with you to walk him through it. All the while, you shared the pizza you had ordered for both of you.

 “I started in the business as background vocals for a few bands before I delved into my own career as a musician. I believe I was about seventeen when I got to be part of people getting the songs ready for fans. I fell in love and find it more fun behind the soundboard.” You informed the blonde listening to a recent song you had finished.

“This is insanely cool. I think I’m ready to record my parts.” Owen admitted playing with his fingers. In response, you typed out a quick message to Kenny, bringing the other people back after a long break.

As much as you would have loved creating the soundtrack, it wasn’t possible with your other commitments. Leaving the work in Alana’s capable hands, you had been packing for your visit to the UK for performing the song with Little Mix. Owen, having the day off, had found himself in your apartment as he had for the last few weeks.

“Do you really have to go?” Owen whined, staring at with his head tilted back on the couch. Lips pursed in a pout and blue eyes shining sadly.

“As much as I would adore falling for that look, we both know I have to.” You admitted dropping packing to snuggle into his side, “What’s up with you lately?”

“What do you mean?” He questioned, rolling his head on the back of the couch you look at you. From the position, he couldn’t see your face, but that didn’t stop him from staring.

“It’s hard to describe, but you get flustered when certain songs come on. You’ve been ditching the cast to spend time with me.” You listed off, staring off into the distance, “You got Charlie to drive in the opposite direction of your work to pick me up.”

“What kind of songs?” Owen inquired with one arched eyebrow high. You shifted to stare up at the soft look in his pretty blue eyes.

“It was some duet from that tv series about the High School Musical films…” Your sentence trailed off as everything clicked, “You have feelings for me.”

“Thought it was blatantly obvious. I danced with you in the rain at midnight while I sang to you. I think that’s the most obvious action.” Owen chuckled brushing a strand of hair behind your ear as he took in the startled expression

Owen had walked you home after a late recording session with the cast talking each other’s ear off with different subjects. His hand had slid into yours as he tugged you into the ice cream shop on the way; a scoop each. His eyes glued to every move you made with passion behind every single word.

“-they came to me about a song. It’s a surprise for Kenny, I suppose.” Your one holding the ice cream cone nearly went flying with the motion you made. Your other clasped in Owen’s without even realizing it.

“So, it’s the last song you’ll be helping us on, right?” Owen asked halting to toss the napkin from his cone in the closest bin. You followed suit while intertwining your fingers back together.

“The girls want to do a short little radio tour to promote the single. It would be a month most likely to brainstorm new ideas for songs. We’ve all agreed to collaborate in the future.” You informed the nineteen-year-old. He was a year and a half younger than you.

“When-”

Your sudden squeal cut him off as the sky opened up to a sudden pouring of rain on the two of you. Had you not been so focused on the conversation you would have seen the cloudy sky and the light drizzle of rain.

“Whoa!” Owen laughed, tugging you into his arms in a complete act of spontaneity. His voice softly singing one of your favourite songs.

As he twirled you around in the rain, he serenaded you with Edwin McCain’s song ‘I’ll Be’ unapologetically sharing a piece of himself. It seemed the universe took pity on the male by allowing him to dance smoothly with his friend.

“This is my favourite song.” You giggled as he dipped you with one of your legs in the air. The joy in your features melting the actor’s heart.

“You’ve been playing it every day for the last week.” Owen beamed, leaning his forehead on yours as he trailed off the end of the song, “I’ve memorized every lyric in it.”

With rainwater dripping down your nose the words settled in your mind cementing something you had been only slightly aware of. Playing that song often meant one thing: you had deep feelings for someone.

The someone being Owen Joyner.

“I’m kind of stupid.” You snorted turning to wrap your arms around his neck, “I’ve got no doubts I fell in love with you in that dance.”

Owen’s grin preceded a toe-curling kiss that was the first of many that would happen.

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What sorts of things do you normally write?

Character studies! I don’t think I’ve ever really written anything else.

What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

Capitol Pastries, for sure.

What’s a fic that pushed you out of your comfort zone?

Everything I write that’s longer than a drabble does, in some way, push me out of my comfort zone, but I think Genesis has been the work that I’ve had the most emotional ~turmoil about writing.

Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

Yes! I love a good crossover. Probably objectively the silliest/craziest has been the Continuing Adventures of Cap & Molly (copyright @therebeccaw) but I also think the Princess Diaries/His Dark Materials daemon!fusion fic was very silly (on purpose).

Have you ever had a fic translated?

No. :\ I’ve had people ask but they always want to put it on a different platform, and I don’t want my stuff on Wattpad or sites with paid memberships because... yuck.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yes! A lot! Most of my finished longfic is co-written because I Am Not A Finisher but I WILL LEARN TO BE.

What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

LOOK, I KNOW I LEFT GENESIS WITH LITERALLY ONE CHAPTER LEFT EIGHT YEARS AGO, I --

What are you currently working on?

Lent From Tomorrow (Today Was Too Small For Us), a shrinkyclinks A/B/O set in the codebreaking, espionage world of WWII.

What are your writing strengths?

Food imagery and attributing colors to emotions. And worldbuilding, I think, if I toot my own horn.

What are your writing weaknesses?

Plot pacing and conflict. I never want to write conflict. I will go 10 miles out of the way to avoid writing meaningful conflict.

What was the first fandom you wrote for? Most recent?

Technically? Under the Umbrella Tree. On the internet in a fanfiction space? Dream Street. My most recent fandom is “whatever people are requesting at the moment” but practically speaking, the MCU.

What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

I will always have a real soft spot for Never Never Never Stop for Anyone (Sheylinsonverse) because it was my all-time most productive writing experience and I just had a lot of fun with it, but I honestly think Lent From Tomorrow is/will be FAR AND AWAY the best thing I’ve ever written, including shit for my MFA.

What fic are you most proud of?

Probably Cinnafic, 24V24T, or Ruefic. Or, again, Lent From Tomorrow, which I WILL FINISH BECAUSE I’M GOING TO BE A FINISHER.

[alexenglish]

ao3 tag game

tagged by @themarshalstale and @1000-directions, thank you both!!

1. How many works do you have on ao3?

120!

2. What's your current AO3 wordcount?

824,299 -- i remember being absolutely sure i would hit 1M in 2019 and then taking a two year writing hiatus. i’m not sure if i’ll ever get there, but i’m really proud of where I’m at. so many words!

3. How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

there were many before ao3 but my ao3 works:

Teen Wolf (TV) (60)

One Direction (Band) (58); incl: The Voice (Ireland) RPF (7), BBC Radio 1 RPF (3), Teen Wolf (TV) RPF (3), Marvel (2), Shawn Mendes (Musician) (1),  Bebe Rexha (Musician) (1)

NCT (Band) (2); incl: SuperM (Korea Band) (1)

who do I have to bribe to make wayv its own ao3 tag tbh

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

The Chasms Between              

Of Witches and Werewolves

Like I'll Never Be The Same

Watch You Smile    

Typical, Average, Ordinary Boy           

all of these are sterek with the exception of 3 which is sciles. my teen wolf fics still get the most foot traffic. it’s wild getting daily kudos emails for fics that are over 5 years old. the beauty of fandom!

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

i say the same thing over and over, but i always do

6. What's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending?

Jet Pack Blues (nessie, 1d) -- my angsty queen. truly do not know what overcame me with that fic, i just know it will never be replicated.

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

#ship 1d with superheroes!!! zeadpool, my love! Wear It Like A Bruise (1d/marvel) -- one of those quintessentially alexenglish fics. veni, vidi, vici.

8. Have you ever received hate on a fic?

yeah my most kudoed fic (sterek, tw) got some real jealous types up in arms for literal months. god forbid a filthy multishipper write a moderately (not even, given the scope of the fandom) popular sterek fic! had to mod the comments on that one for awhile while people trashed talked it and me, but the traffic on that fic tripled during the drama so who’s the real winner.

9. Do you write smut?

yes! love sex as intimacy.

10. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

mm not that i know of

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

still so sweetly nostalgic for the @signalfireseries (mchaleinski, tw) that @clarz and I so lovingly crafted all those years ago.

12. What's your all time favorite ship?

i can’t choose. in my heart, i’m an extreme multishipper. go feral for so many dynamics, y’know.

13. What was the first fandom you wrote for?

i wrote a buffy the vampire slayer fanfic for a fourth grade writing assignment, does that count? (technically my first fic was a sesame street story about zoe when i was literally like 5, but is that a fandom??)

14. What's your favorite fic you've written?

oh HARD question, there are so many of my fics that I love and reread! Jet Pack Blues (nessie, 1d) is definitely up there, I feel like I accomplished so much with that fic in terms of tension and tone, but from a purely pleasure standpoint, my love: Let It Be Lightning (ot5/nessie, 1d)

i’m not sure who’s done this yet/recently! i’ll tag: @sleepy-skittles and @starvels 🤗

[sumzysworld]

Get to know me! Tagged by @girlinthemikrokosmos

Sorry, I took a long time to reply to this!

when is your birthday?

September 6th!

What's your favorite colour?

I'm a designer and this question makes me sweat. Personally, I end up picking blacks, reds or whites

What's your lucky number?

I like 9 though I don't know how lucky I am when I use it.

Do you have any pets?

No, I wish I did!!

How tall are you?

I'm short. Exactly 5'

How many pairs of shoes do you own?

Three. One for running, one for work, one for parties.

Favorite song?

What's with these impossible questions?

I have a lot of them. Currently listening to Non Believer by London Gramnar on loop.

Favorite movie

Tough, again. One of my Go-to.kovies will always be "Guns of Navarone"

Have you gotten in trouble with the law?

Nope. The closest encounter I had with the law was to report a public groping incident.

What colour socks are you wearing?

Grey, cos they're easy to replace

Bath or Shower?

Shower. Something feels absolutely cleansing about sitting under a hot shower letting the water wash the day's troubles off me.

Favorite type of music?

I listen to a wide variety but enjoy songs where the guitar/drum/instrumental portions come out beautifully

How many pillows do you sleep with?

Rather than pillows, I surround myself with heavy cushions, like a nest

What do you have for breakfast?

Hot steaming Idlis with Chai.

Have you ever tried archery?

If you count improvising a bow and arrow in school with pens and rubber bands and a pencil for shooting, then yes.

Favorite fruit?

Apples

Favorite swear word?

"Bloody" - the way the Brits use it 🤣

Do you have any scars?

Acne scars - yes. Battle scars - no. Clumsy scars - no comment.

What's your personality type?

INFP

What's your favorite type of girl?

Someone honest, direct and the type to not give up on a bond.

Left or right handed?

Right

Favorite food?

Keeps changing. I prefer savory to sweet though

Are you clean or messy?

I consider myself "organized messy". Like I know where my stuff is and why I categorise them there. But it doesn't look terribly clean to someone else.

Favorite foreign food?

Lately I've been tripping on Tibetan Thukpa

How long does it take for you you get ready?

30 min

Most used phrase?

Holy mother of all fuckin' Gods...

Are you a good singer?

Yes I am. I've been asked multiple times why I haven't made a career out of it

Do you sing to yourself?

Yes I hold impromptu concerts at home for an audience of none save me frequently

Introvert or Extrovert?

Introvert with a dash of cynical humor for my Extrovert friends.

Favorite school subject?

Horrible question - I excelled in all of them so I couldn't pick. But I'll say, Art.

What makes you nervous?

Realising I have to match up to higher and higher standards all the time.

Who was your first real crush?

The head of our college theater group - the wisest most sensible guy I had met at that time.

How many piercings do you have?

Two - one in each earlobe.

How fast can you run?

Very slowly

What makes you angry?

When I don't live up to my own standards

Do you like your own name?

Yeah

What are your weaknesses?

I hate opening up. Being vulnerable. Asking for help. I have a prideful streak.

I would rather conform to rules than actively flout or slyly break them. I allow people to treat me like shit in proportion to my self esteem at that time.

What are your strengths?

Being able to see another's point of view. Questioning myself or others ruthlessly. Accepting and supporting those who have often been sidelined, or to stand up for a principle (I've vocally and actively supported bullied classmates, stood up to family who did the same and sided with friends who had trouble coming out, or female relatives who were suppressing themselves for tradition)

The colour of your bedspread?

Dark blue

The colour of your room?

Teal (landlord's choice, not mine)

I'm tagging @weirdgirls4eve-r @sunshyngal @xjoonchildx @afangirllikeme-blog

If you guys haven't already played and don't mind, please share a little bit about yourselves!!

[lostgirlinthewoods]

Like A Tangent Line | kdy x reader

- road trip!au, friendship!au

Description: Finally quitting his awful job and breaking up with his 5-year cheating fiancée, Doyoung embarked on a journey to rediscover himself with only a change of clothes, a few spare coins, and his rented car. Along the way, he meets an unapologetic backpacker who has nothing to lose.

Word Count: 5,281

Date: 2021/02/02

Content Warning: mentions of being an orphan/having no parents; fem pronouns, I tried to make this a 3rd POV story. I’ll try learning how to be gender-neutral next time.

Author’s note: This is originally titled as “Restart.” But I changed it while writing it since I kind of deviate from my original plot. 

- Part of my Bon Voyage special projects for NCT’s February celebrant.

Doyoung carefully lined up notebooks, a desk calendar, succulent, the pen holder he had been using for 3 years, and a bunch of other things that once decorated his cubicle on a box. There wasn’t much to pack anyways as he had never felt comfortable enough to decorate his cubicle. He never felt at home in his job to begin with. He put a lot of effort into the job in goals of being promoted. Most of the time, taking up overtime shifts to finish some tasks. As far as his memories can go, not once did his boss show any appreciation to his work. Some of his colleagues would even teased him about being workaholic. A few weeks ago, the company had shared some news with him; that the promotion he had always dreamt of went to the guy who only started working there eight months ago. When he asked why, “he was naturally gifted, not like you” was the only explanation given to him. And he figured, the company wouldn’t even mind letting him go. His gaze wandered around the cubicle until a desktop photo frame caught his eyes. It was a photo of him and his ex-fiancée, Sooyoung on their 5th anniversary trip in Busan. The same day he asked Sooyoung the question in which the girl gladly accepted. The marriage preparations had never come to life though. He tried. He really tried. Hiring a wedding planner and an event coordinator, making reservations, and doing all the bookings all by himself. Somehow and somewhat, Sooyoung would always make petty excuses not to prepare for the wedding. Sometimes, she would tag alone, late in the meeting and making up some petty excuses about being busy with her work. It was only a month ago when Doyoung finally put the pieces together and realized what was happening. The girl was not making any efforts for the wedding preparations because she does not want to get married, at least not to him anyway. The realization that maybe Sooyoung had been lying to him all this time came into places when she went to her place and saw a man. He recognized the man, Sungjae, a co-worker she told him not to worry about. Doyoung spent a lot of time thinking whether the whole five years with her was built on lies and deceptions, whether she truly loved him or not. In the end, it didn’t matter. Sooyoung was probably happier he was letting her free. He grabbed the frame and opened it to remove the photo. He crumbled the photo in his hand and threw it in the bin and put the frame on his box. He didn’t get the girl but at least he has one more empty photo frame to use. He can only let out a snicker at how pathetic he is right now. Well, at least, he’s a free man now that he quit his job and not tied down by an engagement band. At least, he could try doing things for himself now.

Doyoung is a planner, a meticulous one. He wasn’t the type to spontaneously travel without any plans or backups. But at that moment, while feeling lost and having to change his life in a 180 degree manner, he spontaneously packed up his clothes, grabbed his wallet, and hit the road. He doesn’t have any plans and just let his instincts drive him to places. He didn’t even count the money left on his pocket. Kim Doyoung had never been the type to do things this way months ago, but he wasn’t that same Kim Doyoung any longer. Maybe he’ll be able to reconnect to his past self this way. Maybe he would be able to look at his face in the mirror again without thinking just how pathetic he looks. He had changed knowingly. He had to change. He was driving his Mazda MX-5, a car he spent awfully a whole lot of savings hoping to impress Sooyoung. He kept on driving and driving and driving, not even thinking of where he’s going. Soon enough, the skies turned into shades of orange as the sun slowly shied away from the spotlight. He noticed the hands of his fuel gauge on the dashboard approaching the letter ‘E.’  He was running out of gas and just his luck, he saw a signage of a gas station illuminating the road ahead. So he made the executive decision to pull over and stop to fill his fuel tank. He didn’t exactly know where he was if he is to be honest. The old Doyoung would have probably panicked at the idea of being somewhere he doesn’t have any idea where. But he wasn’t that same Kim Doyoung. Albeit, he was tad familiar with the road, figuring out he was near Gyeongsang province.  As Doyoung waited for his tank to be filled, he looked around to observe his surroundings. Nothing of his interest has caught his attention. There wasn’t much to see anyways, granted he’s in the strange part of the road where you see cars drive off but doesn’t really see actual people around. It also didn’t help that the filling station he was on was a self-service one. Doyoung successfully filled his tank and as he was about to enter his car, he was approached by someone. 

“Excuse me.” A girl went near her. He looked at her up and down, quietly scrutinizing her. She has hoodies on, track pants, and a big backpack that looks like it’s twice the size than her whole physique. On her hand was a map. Doyoung waited for her to speak up again.

“I was just wondering if you know where we are right now? I’m kinda lost.” The girl sheepishly scratched the back of her head as she offered an awkward smile to the boy.

“I don’t know.” He looked at her one last time and entered his car, leaving the girl on the road all alone and lost.

Doyoung arrived in an inn where he would stay the night a few hours earlier. It is a small inn with only three levels and his room happened to be on the top floor. It was cozy enough to feel at home though. Nevertheless, it was filled. His room, being the last available one. His long drive had led him to Busan. Kinda ironic how the last vacation he had was also in Busan with his ex-fiancee. He was doing nothing but to lay on his bed, looking at the space, head empty. He decided to get up from his bed to grab dinner. He didn’t eat the whole day. He quickly grabbed his wallet and exited the room. The moment he closed his room door, he came face to face with someone. He almost didn’t recognize her until he heard her voice.

“Oi! Mr. Grumpy from the filling station.” She pointed a finger at him, wide eye, and mouth slightly agape. “What a small world! I’m Y/N, by the way. You are??” She offered her a kind smile.

He ignored the girl and started walking towards the stairs. She followed him.

“Are you grabbing dinner? There’s a small ramen restaurant near here according to Google. I think it’s around a 5-min walk. I’m going there. Where are you going to eat?” She heard no response. “Or if you want to go to a meat restaurant, there’s also one here. But it’s quite far.” Still no response.

“Are you here for a vacation? What’s your itinerary for tomorrow? We might see each other.” She continued interrogating the poor boy. 

“Didn’t your mother teach you manners? Don’t bother me.” There was a moment of silence. He was almost relieved the girl kind of stayed quiet. As his feet touched the ground floor, he heard her.

“I never had a parent.” He stopped walking and turned to look at her.

“Don’t feel bad about it. You didn’t know. I’m going this way.” She pointed to her left and walked towards it. “See you later, Mr. Grumpy.” She waved her hand.

“You don’t mind me sitting here with you?” She was surprised to see Mr. Grumpy from earlier stands next to her table as you were slurping down the soup of your noodles. So he did go to the Ramen house afterall. 

“Oh sure.” She put down her chopsticks as she hurriedly gathered her things to her side to give space on her table for Mr. Grumpy to use. “So you give in to your desire to eat ramen.”

“This is the nearest eatery. There’s no seat available and you’re the only one I’m familiar with.” Doyoung explained. It’s not like she needed any explanations but he figured she deserved one. Somehow, looking at her makes him feel so guilty. How could someone be so cheeky, Doyoung has no idea.

“I don’t buy it. Just say you’re sorry about earlier.” She was deadpanned serious this time that he almost gulped. “Nah… I’m kidding. You should have seen the look on your face. You’re hilarious, Mr. Grumpy.” She laughed so hard that he could almost hear her snort. How can someone be so happy-go-lucky, Doyoung has no idea. 

“If it makes you any better, I don’t really mind what happened earlier.” She smiled at him. How could someone smile so beautifully while talking to someone she’s unfamiliar with, Doyoung has no idea.

Just right in time, his food arrived. He has a reason not to reply to her constant conversation starter. He immediately devoured the noodles in front of him, not caring about the weird girl in front of him.

“You’re not much of a talker, I see. You could at least give me your name, sir.” He looked up from his food to see her looking at him, most likely observing him. By that time, her food was already finished. He doesn’t know if she’s waiting for him to finish or just wants to annoy her. 

“Doyoung.” He went back to eating. “That’s a pretty name. I don’t know if you heard me earlier. I’m --” “Y/N, I heard.” The genuine shock on her face immediately turned into a smile.

“You're quite attentive despite…. Being cold. I like you.” Doyoung ignored her as she continued speaking. “If you have nothing to do, come with me tomorrow. I’ll wait, 7 in the morning in the lobby. You looked like you needed a companion.” She stood up and bid him goodbye. He cannot read what her intention was. His food, half-eaten, waits for him to be eaten as he tries to wrap his head on what has just happened.. How could someone be so friendly, Doyoung has no idea. 

Doyoung didn’t know why he went to the lobby at 7 in the morning. He doesn’t know if it’s her pure curiosity to the girl, or if it’s just his inner cravings for an escapade. All he knows is that there was no backing out the moment you looked at him and offered him her signature toothy smile and a bigass backpack. “You made the right choice to come with me, Mr. Grumpy. I hope you’re ready to commute though. It might be a long way.” She said, a map in her hand and a phone in the other, comparing the directions. “I brought my car with me. We could use that.” He doesn’t know why he’s offering to bring you to his car. “I don’t know how to drive though.” She said with embarrassment on her voice. “No worries. I’ll drive. Just give me the direction.” She, once again, gave him a smile. He wonders if your cheeks ever hurt from smiling so much. He guessed he wouldn’t know, he doesn’t remember the last time he smiled so big his cheeks hurt. “Great. You’re amazing. You’re my favorite person as of the moment, just so you know.”

So there he is, sitting on his Mazda MX-5 with a completely unknown woman typing the location on his GPS. Sooyoung had never even gotten the chance to ride the car with him. She could easily be a dangerous individual and Doyoung has nothing to blame but himself for letting you in his car. He drove off anyways. Minutes might have passed, or maybe even hours. She was telling him various stories from her never-ending travel. He could hardly pay attention to you as his eyes are focused on the road. You’re The One by The Vogues started playing in his car stereo. You paid midway from your story. “Oh, I love this song!” She exclaimed.

Every time we meet, everything is sweet

Oh, you're so tender, I must surrender

My love is your love, now and forever

You're the one that I long to kiss

Baby, you're the one that I really miss (yeah, yeah, yeah)

You're the one that I'm dreamin' of

Baby, you're the one that I love

She started singing funny, almost off-tune, but she was feeling every word from the song. He slightly turned to look at her. He was pretty sure she wasn't hitting any correct notes during the chorus of the song.

Keep me in your heart, never let us part

Ooh, never leave me, please don't deceive me

I want you only, you must believe me

You're the one that I long to kiss

Baby, you're the one that I really miss (yeah, yeah, yeah)

You're the one that I'm dreamin' of

Baby, you're the one that I love

It was a funny sight if he was to be honest to himself. He turned up the volume, seeing her so high on the song. “Yeah, that’s right! Turned up the volume.”

I adore you, and no one before you, could make me feel this way, yay

Since I met you, I just can't forget you, I love you more each day

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

You're the one (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

If the loud volume amped up her mood, it went even twice higher than normal when Doyoung decided to open up his convertible’s roof. “OH MY GOD! YOU HAVE A COOL CAR!!” She screamed. Her hair was all over her face, as she continued to belt out off-tuned notes. At one point, he was pretty sure she coughed because her hair accidentally went inside her mouth. Doyoung was laughing at her, the first time he smiled sincerely as she continued to duet the adibs in the song.

There may be some tears through the comin' years

Ooh, all the while I know you'll be smilin'

Your love will guide me through every mile 'cause

“You have such a pretty smile. You should laugh more.” She complimented him, smiling at him as he turned to look at her, taken aback by the random remarks. She ignored him and continued to sing. 

You're the one that I long to kiss

Baby, you're the one that I really miss (yeah, yeah, yeah)

You're the one that I'm dreamin' of

Baby, you're the one that I love

Yeah, yeah yeah

You're the one that I long to kiss

Baby, you're the one that I really miss (yeah, yeah, yeah)

You're the one that I'm dreamin' of

Baby, you're the one that I love

Yeah, yeah yeah

For the first time since he met this girl, Doyoung thought that maybe going with her on this trip isn’t as bad as he thought it will be. He looked at her one more time before refocusing her gaze to the road. He may be, slightly, ready to let everything go on this trip.

“You’re unpredictable you know.” He said as he looked at the sight laid in front of him. She led him to the lifeguard assisting her today and handed him the life jacket vest. A big, bold, uppercase word is written on a signage on his left. 

CLIFF DIVING FOR BEGINNERS

 “Come on! This is going to be fun, Doie!” She called him by the nickname she coined a few minutes ago. Her definition of fun is definitely different from him, he concluded at that point.

He was pretty sure he’s going to be hurt at one point in this activity as the path he walked on continued to be more rocky and stiff. He was a few steps away from her. She walks fast, probably because of all the excitement bubbling up her whole body.

“WE’RE HERE! THIS IS SO BEAUTIFUL! HURRY UP, DOIE!!” She exclaimed excitedly, looking like a kid finding out how Santa had given her the toy she wanted on Christmas day. She looked like she had just won a lottery. She wasn't wrong though, Doyoung realized the moment he first landed a gaze on the horizon in front of him. The blue, vast, unending sea waves in a dancing rhythm. The smell of salt is everywhere. There’s a few greens from here and there. The landscape in front of him is full of life.

“I’m jumping first, Doie!” She unbotheredly said, fearless about jumping 10 feet or so deep into the water. That broke Doyoung into his daydream. Right, he was here to jump on a cliff. “I’m jumping. You have to follow Doie, okay! See you below.” She jumped in a split second. It was so fast he almost missed it if it wasn’t for her screeching scream. He dared not to look below. He dared not to look anywhere aside from the clouds in front of him. He definitely knows how to swim but that doesn’t make the nerves any better. He edges closer to the cliff. He could feel the harsh blow of the air. Then, he jumped, feeling the gravity pull him below. The wind touched his skin, as goosebumps started forming. He felt so lightweight, so free, so different. The wet splash of water hit his body as he dived into the sea. He returned to the surface, breathing rather rugged from the adrenaline that just kicked in.

“I did it. I did it.” He continuously chanted.

She was there smiling at him, “Yes, you did it. You did it Doie!” This time, he didn’t hide the smile that painted his face. 

Doyoung would be lying if he says he didn’t enjoy being with you today. The things he had done today are the things the old Doyoung would never do. But he wasn’t that same Kim Doyoung. He let a stranger tug along with him on his trip, let her in his car, let her push him to try cliff diving, and now they’re lost and he doesn’t mind the presence of his companion. Why are they lost if you might ask? It’s because of this stupid idea to go to a nearby cave. Their life guard during the cliff diving had told them there was a nearby cave in the area. And she, being the adventurous little backpacker that she is, proposed to find it. “We don’t have to go inside if you’re scared.” She had her physical map on and her gps in her phone but they still got lost in the middle of nowhere. This is where they found themselves two hours later in a plain surrounded by woods. It was almost dark. The old Doyoung would be scared spending a night here. But he wasn’t that same Kim Doyoung. Furthermore, he also found out the reason why she has a bigass backpack with her all the time. There was a sleeping bag on it. “I knew there’s a reason why I brought two sleeping bags with me right now. Here.” She handed Doyoung her extra sleeping bag. It’s not like he was planning on sleeping anyways. The one thing he realized spending time with her is that she’s always prepared. He came into this conclusion as she handed him snacks coming from her bag. Eventually as the sun sets, the both of them laid side to side with their sleeping bag. Stargazing as the silence enveloped them.

“Do you mind me asking what you are doing here alone?” She asked, full of curiosity. “You seem….. I don’t know.”  There was a hint of hesitation on his voice. “Not the kind to go on a trip alone?” Doyoung continued for her. “Yes. That, and, you seem so aloof but you’re here with me right now.”

“I quit my crappy job and broke up with my 5-year fiancee who had been cheating on me the whole time.” He said with a chuckle. He has an idea how terrible his life is but to actually hear it coming from his life, made it sound more pathetic. “I’ve been working so hard on that company, wanting to be promoted. I never really had a vacation leave. I go to work even if I’m sick. Heck, I even missed countless dates with my ex so that I could work. I just want to have a stable future and hopefully give my fiancee the future she deserved.” He paused, reflecting on what he had just said. “But maybe, that’s the reason he found someone else. I’m not even sure myself.” She was quiet. He almost hoped he shouldn’t have told her anything. Doyoung looked at her laying figure at his side. She was still looking up at the skies. He couldn’t read her expression.

“So, you’re escaping from your life?” She said. There was no judgment in her voice. The casualness of her tone had been a melody he has been accustomed with. The old Doyoung wouldn’t just tell his life story to a person he just met. But he wasn’t that same Kim Doyoung. 

“Maybe.” He answered, trying to act nonchalant. “So what’s your reason? What are you escaping from?” This time, it was him that asked.

“I’m not escaping.” She answered. Her tone is almost as cheerful than ever.

“I have no parents. Stayed at an orphanage my whole life until I was old enough to . Never had the chance to be adopted. Doesn’t have a home to come to. Doesn’t have any regular jobs.” He was surprised to hear no remorse, no sadness, no negativities in her voice. It’s as if she’s only telling him one of his crazy escapades. It is as if she’s only telling him a typical episode of her daily life.

“Then how do you manage doing this? You seemed so experienced.”

“With this.” She stood up and reached for her bags. He watched her as she pulled a paper, albeit a folded one. It was an artwork. A landscape. A field of carefully drawn lavenders. A hint of green here and there. There was a tree standing at the end of the field, painted to make the perspective look like that. And the sky. The sky was filled with colours. If he was to draw a sky, he would simply grab every shade of the lightest blues available. But she did beyond that. The sky was filled with pastel shades. Pink, light yellow, peach, pale green, cyan, lilac. You named it. The colours explode in his eyes. It was bright, vivid, lively, and dynamic. It was full of life and positivity. Everything he’s not. Everything she is. 

“That’s so beautiful,” was the only word he could come up with. She showed him his signature cheeky, toothy grin as she hid her paint back on her back.

“I have always wanted to go to a field of lavender. Never really find a chance to do so.” She snickered. There was a silence once again.

“So, you paint?” He awkwardly started the conversation again. He almost cringed at how strange his wording was. 

“I do. It doesn’t really bring much money though. So I had to do part-times from here to there. Not fun, I swear. I did work at McDonald’s for a while if you’re wondering. Customers can be really rude, I tell you.” Her tone is still lively. He could hear the smile on her voice as she tells her story.

“How does it feel?” There was a pause. “To be alone?” He added carefully.

“I’m not alone though.” She said, sitting up, and turning her head to look at the lying figure next to her. “You’re here with me right now. I go to other places, I meet other people. I’m never truly alone.” She stated the obvious although there wasn’t any sarcasm in her voice.

“But you don’t have someone who truly cares for you.” He mumbled. But it is enough for her ears to pick up the words.

“That’s why I approached random strangers on the road. Meet them, share my story without judgment. It’s better that way. That way I wouldn’t be attached to other people. I wouldn’t be sad if they leave me because I know the friendship I made is temporary.” She elaborated. “Like right now. Talking to you, hanging out with you. At the end of the day, you’ll have to come back to your home and I hit the road once again. Then, we’ll never meet again. Just like a tangent line.” She snickered and lay down next to him again.

“Are you not scared of serial killers? Why do you befriend strangers?” This time, Doyoung’s tone was playful. There is now a certain comfortableness with her. His walls crumbled down in her presence.

“I only talked to them, not joined them on their tour.” She said. “But you joined me.” He rebutted.

“Why? Are you a serial killer on the loose?” She playfully bantered. 

“You never know.”

“My ghost will haunt you if you kill me.”

“You will never.”

“I will.”

They had been together 24/7, spending time with each other, doing crazy things together. With a blink of an eye, a week had passed. Doyoung had finally felt again what it’s like to smile so much your cheeks hurt. It was as if he returned to his primary school years where he found everything amusing, everything funny, and everything delightful. He was almost afraid at how easy it is to fall in your charms, to turn into a totally different person with you. But every happiness must come to end, that’s what he learnt from his past experiences - his life at his old job, his life with Sooyoung. 

She and Doyoung were eating dinner at the ramen shop near their inn. They were embraced by a comfortable silence. He was almost done eating her noodles when she talked, “I’m going to Jeju tomorrow morning.”

He looked up from his food to her face. She was looking down, swirling the noodles on his fork but not intending to put it in her mouth “Why so suddenly?” He asked softly.

“It’s not a sudden decision. I’ve been meaning to only stay for 3 days here in Busan.” Her tone was sharp. It was the first time Doyoung heard her speak like this.

“Oh…” To say he was speechless was an understatement. 

“It’s not you, I swear.” She sighed. He waited for her explanation. “I’m starting to be very very comfortable in your presence. And that’s the least I need right now.”

“I don’t understand. That’s how you made me feel too. Why don’t you want to be comfortable with me, then?” He was asking for a reasonable explanation.

“That’s the thing. You were just meant to be a companion on this trip. I didn’t intend to befriend you.” There was a frustration in her voice. He could almost hear her pain, but he still doesn’t understand. “You…. you have a life waiting for you in the city.” Oh, so that was it. “You have a dream. You’re an accomplished man and you could be whatever you want in the city. I…. I don’t have that. I have no home, no regular jobs. I only find joy in going from town to town. I don’t think I could settle ever whereas you needed to. You want to have a settled life. I don’t think I would be able to maintain whatever this is, being friends or whatever this is.” He couldn’t reply, trying to make sense of what she’s saying. She’s right, the both of them are simply too different who just got caught up with travelling. 

“The only reason I asked you to come with me was because I thought you needed a friend. I… I would have never expected I’m longing to build a relationship with someone else unless I actually became friends with you.” She continued. 

“And the thing is that, I really like being with you. I would bring you to Jeju if I’m selfish but I know you wouldn’t be happy ---” “But what if I actually came with you.”

“Don’t be ridiculous. You don’t mean it.” Doyoung isn’t so sure if he meant what he said. If he meant to come with her. “You know what you need to do. You have to spend time alone, reflecting on what you want. I figured that’s what you’re here for, and I apologized if I ever hindered you from doing so. And maybe, someday, we could meet on the road again. You never know.” He knew he needed to let go, finally understanding what she meant about temporary friendships.

“To make things better, here. Take this as my gift.” She pulled out something from her bag and handed it to him. It was her folded painting of lavenders. He smiled at her. It was a genuine smile. Some people really just came to your life to teach you something. She was a prime example of that. And maybe there’s a tiny little hope in him that wishes he’ll find a way to meet her again someday.

Doyoung was in a happier place now. He got a stable job two years ago. He was good at it, never stressing about being a perfect employee. Soon enough, he got promoted. He moved out from his apartment into a much bigger space. He got a new car that is much more expensive than he’s old one. This time, he didn’t mind the price, finally having a stable source of finance. Most importantly, he realized something that he should have done long ago - prioritizing his happiness over other things. And as far as relationships are concerned, he never looked for one. The face of the girl he met two years ago, still embedded in his mind. He’s happy now, and he always wishes for her happiness every night. And so, Doyoung spontaneously decided to file a vacation leave one day to go on a trip, booking a flight and a hotel room. It was a familiar painting framed in his bedroom that caught his eyes which made him decide to leave. A landscape that he framed two years ago. A reminder that there’s more to life than the city. This time, he went on a trip with a goal - to come and see a field of lavenders.

Here, Doyoung stands in the middle of tall lavenders, taking pictures, enjoying the ticklish feeling of the flowers on his shin. He momentarily closed his eyes to enjoy the natural fragrance he wouldn’t be able to smell in the city again. He didn’t see the familiar figure approaching him until he heard it - a familiar voice he came to be accustomed with 2 years ago.

“Are you perhaps…. Mr. Grumpy from Busan?” It was as if nothing had changed. Her voice is still playful and taunting. He smiled at him.

Maybe this is yet again a new beginning for him. This time, he would make sure to keep her in his life. Be it, being friends with her or being more than that. 

Maybe, they’re not a tangent line after all.

BELATED HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO DOYOUNG

Post Script note: I know nothing about Busan’s tourism so there might be inaccuracies but I really wanted to have a cliff diving scene so I went with it anyways. Also, I was planning on releasing it yesterday during Doyoung’s birthday but I changed the plot along the way and it made the writing progress longer than expected. 

If you like this story, please like and reblog. I would appreciate it <3

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© lostgirlinthewoods

[musinglymuse]

This recommendation list focuses on the main pairing, the hottest couple in Check Please: Eric “Bitty” Bittle and Jack Zimmerman or more affectionately known as Zimbits. They’ve come a long way since the beginning of Check Please!

I’ve compiled some of what I consider excellent fanfics that feature this couple although it does not contain all of my recommendations. They are in no particular order. I plan on creating more recommendation lists down the line, especially for other pairings in this fandom.

As a reminder, please make sure to check the tags and any warnings before reading. Take care of yourself!

Hold It All At Bay by psocoptera Psychic Bond AU // ~50k // R

The theory of extrapolative synchronization of the mirror neurons was debunked back when he was still in his teens, so Jack is reluctant to mention that he can smell Bitty's pies baking from across campus.

Easy P-Z by ebjameston HGTV AU // ~21k // PG-13

Jack and Kent are the ridiculously handsome house-renovating married retired hockey players that’ve been making HGTV an absolutely stupid amount of money with their new show.

And Eric Bittle just got hired to be their show’s caterer.

Eric Bittle, NBC 10 by foryouandbits Journalist AU // ~82k // NC-17

In 2009, Jack Zimmermann was drafted 2nd overall to the Providence Falconers. After a tumultuous first season in the minors, Jack returns to the NHL and is named captain within a year. Known to the media as the "hockey robot," no one seems to be able to break through the polite barrier that Jack has built — no one until Eric Bittle, newest intern at NBC 10. Bitty, interning as a requirement for his journalism degree at nearby Samwell University, forms an instant connection with Jack. Throughout the rest of the season, and the rest of Bitty's junior year at Samwell, the two grow closer while learning how to both trust each other and succeed in their respective careers.

What I want to feel, I want to feel it now by RabbitRunnah Bakery AU // ~28k // PG-13

Eric Bittle knows the way his life is supposed to go: According to an old family curse, the love of his life will take one bite of his famous apple pie and fall madly in love with him. And they'll live happily ever after.

There's only one problem: Jack Zimmermann doesn't like pie.

Back to You by PorcupineGirl Canon Divergence // ~15k // PG-13

When Jack kissed him at graduation over a year and a half ago, Eric had been too shocked to really think about what it might mean, long-term. They'd talked constantly over the next six weeks, enough for him to feel confident that Jack felt the same way he did, and to start to imagine what those far-off futures might look like together.

And then Jack came to Madison for the Fourth of July, and Eric made the stupidest mistake of his life: He let himself and Jack talk themselves out of it.

he will take you by hockeydyke Camp Counselor AU // ~55k // PG-13

Jack Zimmermann has been a part of Camp Samwell for the majority of his life-- first as a camper when his parents spent summers in nearby at a lake house in scenic upstate New York, then as a counselor, and now as the program director of the entire camp. The problem now is that the camp is attracting bad luck left and right, and they’re losing campers and staff at an alarming rate. Enter Eric Bittle, Jack’s new co-director. He’s young, enthusiastic, and maybe he’ll have what it takes to get the situation turned around.

Unfortunately, something powerful is in control of Camp Samwell, and it wants Bitty to get out.

<lj-cut text="you see who I am and what I did"> by tomato_greens Rock Band AU // ~11k // PG-13

Rolling Stone

No Jack Zimmermann Is An Island by Jennifer S. Harada

After avoiding me for a week, Jack Zimmermann calls to ask me to meet him at a bakery. Or maybe a diner; he’s not sure what to call it. A brunch place, although they make great pies, too.

“Sure,” I say, “whatever you want, Mr. Zimmermann.”

“Jack,” says Zimmermann. His voice is higher than I expect it to be, and his Québécois accent more pronounced. “I’ll see you there.”

someone to count on (and other cheesy idioms about finding your soulmate) by heyfightme & omgpieplease Soulmate AU // ~9k // PG-13

Eric’s counter reads 1. That’s all. Just 1. He’s eighteen years old, has not left the state of Georgia in his entire life, and his counter reads 1.

He has spent many mindless afternoons and worn out many pens in tracing it over into a 0. If the counter did read 0, the morning wouldn’t be looming like the black rainclouds that Mama used to call “omens.”

Eric is leaving for college in the morning. When he passes the state line from Georgia to North Carolina in the passenger seat of his Mama’s sedan, he’ll also be passing the last chance he has for the counter to make it to 2.

Calendar Boy by darter_blue Canon Divergence // ~15k // R

It was supposed to be totally innocent. A friend of Lardo’s was putting together a little project, compiling a calendar of some of the openly gay athletes on campus, fundraising for the LGBTQ+ community outreach programs at Samwell.

Bitty hadn't really even been reluctant. Excited about the prospect of a fun photo shoot and a chance to dress up a bit, do something glamorous.

And he thinks it's a great photo (if not a bit more revealing than what he was expecting…). And when the calendar comes out it’s nerve racking but exciting. Until one by one the team finds a copy (Jack may be hiding one under his mattress), and then it's pandemonium.

is it too late now to say sorry by magneticwave AU // ~5K // PG-13

I CANNOT BELIEVE THIS, Eric types furiously into Twitter. THIS IS LIKE RENAMING LAKE WOEBEGONE “LAKE SCOTT WALKER.” // Or, the only person in the entirety of Canada who is upset about Jack Zimmermann’s first Stanley Cup is Eric Bittle, and by God is every single one of Eric’s 160,000 Twitter followers going to hear about it.

I Can Feel the Storm Inside You by Effyeahzimbits AU // ~15k // NC-17

Life is going good for Eric Bittle. It's summer, he has an exciting new job with the Providence Falconers, he's in a club celebrating with his friends, and he currently has a Canadian Adonis grinding up against his ass. Life is good.

Until said Canadian Adonis flees the morning after some mind-blowing sex, leaving behind a rubbish note. Bitty tries hard to forget about him and his huge, pert ass and focus on his new job, but then Canadian Adonis and the Falc's grumpy, anti-social captain turn out to be one and the same. And Bitty really couldn't forget about that huge, pert ass.

three words that became hard to say by the_one_that_fell Canon Divergence // Series // ~35k // R

Ten years after Samwell, Eric Bittle and Jack Zimmermann find each other again.

Flight Check by edgarallanrose Flight Attendant AU // ~15k // NC-17

Flight attendant Eric “Bitty” Bittle has been working his way up at Samwell Airlines for the past four years, and his new promotion has provided him the opportunity to work with a brand-new crew. Unfortunately for Bitty, that crew includes an incredibly handsome but equally grumpy pilot, Captain Jack Zimmermann, who seems to want nothing to do with Bitty. Even worse, Jack refuses to eat any of Bitty's baked goods. Will Bitty be able to win the captain over? Or is there another reason Jack has been avoiding Bitty?

Bits of Heaven by WrathoftheStag Older / Bakery AU // ~22k // R

At age 44, NHL legend, Jack Zimmermann, knows three things for sure: retirement is boring, love is probably not in the cards for him, and his aging father makes a pretty good roommate. When the bakery "Bits of Heaven" opens up down the street, Jack finds that a happily ever after is possible—even late in the game.

A Tolerance for Pain by uniqueinalltheworld Soulmate AU // ~3k // R

It makes sense, his mother tells him when he's nine: Jack's such a physical person, of course his indicator would be his soulmate's pain. Jack doesn't have anything to say about it, really, he just scowls and winces as his soulmate falls down again. Alicia Zimmermann, whose heterochromia reversed itself upon laying eyes on Bob for the first time, because she’s more passionate about visual media, pats him on the shoulder with a completely insufficient amount of sympathy. Jack's backside is sore for months as the falls keep happening, and he can only think that somewhere, his soulmate must be learning how to skate.

[optimistic-dinosaur-nacho]

Chris Evans x reader where maybe there married and in quarantine and like she has a series or movie and she has like a lot of intimate scenes and it’s trending and he like jealous of all the comments and he make makes a post about it but like she’s my wife and like I’m proud cause I have the experience of it and it’s fluffy - :)

Chris Evans x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Mild Explicit Summary: During quarantine, you and Chris have been binge watching your show that has just been released. Chris doesn’t know much of it, but by the looks of the trailer, he was struck by the intimate scenes in almost every episode.

Authors Note: This is kind of smut but to be honest, it’s not really. Just descriptions and mentions of the reader being in intimate shoots in her movie so it’s kind of but not considered smut.

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“You sure you want to watch it?” You asked, feeling slightly nervous and excited at the same time. Chris was grabbing you two some snacks and drinks. This was your first time seeing yourself in this show. They released the first season and Chris wanted to watch it. You were playing with the wedding band on your finger.

Just like his show, Defending Jacob, you two finished that one and wanted to wait for the next episode in a few more days.

Chris placed the beer next to you and sat down. “Okay, give me the scenes. Genre,” He says, you smiled.

“Basically, I’m the protagonist, you got that?” You asked, he nods. You grin, “So, I’m a drug addict. Yes, you’ll see me do drugs and stuff.”

“Stuff?” He asked, you chuckled, “It’s basically some drama and sci-fi stuff, you’ll see once you watch a few episodes.” Chris nods as he threw his arm over and he pulled a blanket over you two.

You played the first episode. Getting the settings of it. You heard thuds on the tv.

Oh no.

You and an actor who was really nice, he happened to play your boyfriend in this show. You glanced at Chris who was watching the screen with man of focus. He was already gonna ask a question.

But that question turned when your bare back appears on the screen. He knew because he saw it a million times.

Your hips jutted on screen and you could go red in front of your husband of 4 years.

The first scene was a sex scene. The show had to start off with this scene and you knew you had to get to know your co-actor who was so nice. You were lucky to see Chris not respond to that at all. Maybe you saw his jaw clench.

“Maybe I forgot to tell you about the scenes...” You said, completely joking but embarrassed. He nods, humming once. You kind of smiled.

The show continued to have you naked. Either in the show as usual or in bed with another man. At least once or twice you were bare on the screen. Twice than that you were doing drugs on screen. 

Of course, some were fake. You smoking cigarettes was real. You didn’t like cigarettes. It was all for show. You thanked the lords that the season had ended and you looked over to Chris.

“So...?” You trailed off, gazing at him. He turns his head to look at you and grinned, “You really had scenes in there.”

You rolled your eyes. “Oh, stop. You know those aren’t real. I love Michelle and I didn’t mind her with you.” Chris chuckles and turns away. “Let’s head to bed, it’s late,” He says.

To you, he sounded more rougher. The grumble in his tone but to anyone else it would sound like exhaustion. You knew that show bothered him. So, you went to bed. You turned away from him not in a rude way. And then you fell asleep.

.

Chris looked over to the countless updates on your recent show. He was tagged in those edits and posts from fans. People were making videos with songs in the back.

Tweets sent out. 

Instagram was more crazy.

@chrisevans is lucky tbh

i wonder what his thoughts are.

@y/nevans really showed some skin there. Those scenes were really hot and long. 

Chris went into his twitter and went for a tweet. Typing his thoughts, before closing his phone and pulled your body to his chest before falling asleep.

.

You woke up and turned to see Chris laying in bed. You reached for your phone and turned it on to check the time. It was around 7 in the morning. You swiped your screen and saw a tweet from Chris.

Maybe he tweeted something about Trump again. 

You clicked on it and it took you to the tweet that was viewed dramatically. 

_________________ Chris Evans    @ChrisEvans  12h You all watch out still. @Y/nEvans is my wife, fellas. I’m proud to experience those things, much more and better. Unless you want the shield to the face, I’ll be happy to do it. _________________

You chuckled at that and turned to him. You knew he was jealous of that. Chris wouldn’t threaten your co-star for that because it was all fake. Sure, everyone saw you bare.

You curled next to him and managed to straddle his waist. Leaning down, you placed a kiss on his jaw.

He slowly opens his eyes and sees you. You smiled at him, “Morning, Captain.” He grins up at you, “What’s with the name?” He asked.

You tilt your head, “What’s with the tweet?” He pauses and goes red for a second. “Oh...” He mumbles. You laughed and leaned down, “You’re one jealous guy.”

“I...” He covers his face to rub his eyes but you pulled his hands away. “You’re cute, babe.” You placed a kiss on his cheek before looking at his blue eyes. You hummed and kissed him softly.

“You’re gonna delete that, now,” You say on his lips. He pulls away, furrowing his brows.

“No way, they have to know.”

“I know I’m yours. They know I’m yours.”

“Well, show them,” He says, you laughed as you kissed him again. His arm goes to your back and he lifts, turning you two so you were below him this time. His beard scratching your cheek.

He pulled away. Both grins falling on your faces.

“They have to know you’re mine.”

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[voidstilesplease]

I was tagged by @iwritesinsnotstraightlines. Thank you, thank you, Sins!!! 🖤 This has been sitting for a while in my drafts. I loved your answers! I'm also a Directioner, so hiiii. And lead singer of a band? I bow. Your TW sideblog is btw one the few blogs I followed when I was new here. So I love it. Anyway-

• what do you prefer to be called name-wise? shara :) or my url

• when is your birthday? march 24th. im an aries ♈

• where do you live? in The Phils, SEA :)

• three things you’re doing right now? in bed, waiting for the sandman. reading drarry. printing stuff for work :'( this one sucks because it's a sunday and it's 11 in the evening

• four fandoms that have piqued your interest right now? well, none of these are recent because i haven't had the time to discover new fandoms unfortunately. but there's Teen Wolf and that's not news, there's the Simon Snow trilogy, the Grishaverse, and Marvel i guess because of the new stuff going on

• how is the pandemic treating you? right now? better than when it first hit definitely. it's still scary. just last friday, a co-worker of mine got diagnosed with covid. i waited an entire year to get into my job too and had a few hitches in my mental health while at it. but anyway, it's peachy.

• songs you can’t stop listening to right now? i feel like no one would relate to my taste in music because it's too... idk how to describe it 😂 but there's my tears ricochet by taylor swift, sign of the times by harry styles, save your tears by the weeknd to name a few. the others are old, and old old

• recommend a movie. oh god. im probably one of the worst persons to be asked this. uh, okay, catch me if you can? it has leonardo di caprio in it... 😂 i dunno why that movie was the first thing that came to mind, but there you have it. if you wanna see leo fake checks and get away with it for years, try it.

• how old are you? veinticuatro

• school, university, occupation, or other? school and occupation... since school is where my occupation is.

• do you prefer hot or cold? in general, i think i can last longer in the heat because my body's used to it being in a tropical country. but i hate the heat too. so, i prefer cold.

• name one fact others may not know about you. im a little person. im almost five feet tall. 😂

• are you shy? in general, yes. but that's because of my anxiety, too.

• do you have any preferred pronouns? she/her

• any pet peeves? people reading over my shoulder cuz that's very easy to do 😒

• what’s your favorite “dere” type? yandere, heh 😏 characters that will kill for their beloved. and not just for defense.

• rate your life 1 - 10, with one being really crappy and 10 being the best you could ever be. that's hard. maybe 4.

• what’s your main blog? this is it.

• list your side blogs and what they’re used for. wanted to make one, but i cant handle it. i die on main

• is there anything you think people need to know about you before becoming friends with you? i can be annoying! my brain's constantly in the gutter. sometimes, i go days and weeks without replying to messages 🥺 but im not deliberately ignoring anybody.

i'm tagging these awesome people if you have the time or think it's fun @sunel0, @msmischief101, @mercheswan, @amatchinwater, @jimmy12427, @theoraeken, @thominho-incorrectquotes, @dark-coffee-dark-soul, @theheightofdishonor, @cescalr, @blue-eyedbeta, and everyone who wants to do the game 😁 this is your tag!