#writer’s block on top of just Life Things has kinda kept me from writing anything new unfortunately :

[sagesolsticewrites]

Happy one year since Elvis premiered at the Cannes Film Festival! 🥹

[vintagedolan]

hiraeth: initial concept

*this is a concept train!! in short, that means you all send in asks and tell me what you wanna see! so feel free to send me in whatever you want to see happen (it would be awesome if you guys send them kinda in order of plot like not jumping way ahead or anything if you know what I mean hehe. anyways, hope you enjoy, and here is my askbox for concepts!! love yah!*

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1: The Valley Isle

“What makes Hawaiian shaved ice Hawaiian? Isn’t it just ice and syrup?”

“Well, every morning we go out and collect water from the waterfall in our backyard, and then we freeze it into ice cubes shaped like the islands, and then we shave each one special into our various menu sizes.”

“Really?!”

“No. Your total is $5.47.”

Koa looked up from the syrup station, reaching over and smacking Kahua’s arm.

“Dude. Do you want to get fired?” She kept her voice low so it didn’t travel past the window.

He just laughed and grabbed the banana syrup, finishing off the mound of ice and sticking a spoon in the side before passing it out the window to the woman who’d asked the question. 

“Yes. My master plan is to get in trouble, blame it on you, get it put on your permanent record so you lose all your future jobs and have to stay here with me forever.” 

“You act like you aren’t going to also be in LA in literally three months.”

“And you act like you aren’t leaving me here on this rock, alone, for three months,” Kahua countered, turning to switch out the withering ice block from the machine. 

Koa looked out over the rainbow of syrups, taking in the view.

Her and Kahua had been calling Maui a rock for years - since third grade, to be precise. She didn’t say it often, and especially not to any tourists who were coming to visit. To them, Maui was paradise. Tropical, perfect weather, perfect beaches. Koa could see it. She understood the allure. But when she thought of her paradise, it came in the shape of a bustling city, of opportunities and new faces and places. 

LA.

Kahua called it the haole’s dream. The white girl’s dream. Didn’t matter how many times he complained about being on the same island his whole life, he never really wanted to leave it. The fact that Koa wanted to was seen as borderline criminal by half her ohana, but she pushed their comments and insults aside.

There were only two opinions that she really cared about anyways. 

First was Nahele; her older brother. She didn’t have to ask him what he thought - he’d moved to Texas as soon as he could, started up a food truck in Austin, named it 808 GRINDZ and brought every hawaiian cooking method he knew along with him. He’d been making a life for himself ever since then, and he was ecstatic when Koa told him she was moving. The thought of having family on the mainland, even halfway across the country, was comforting enough.

But the most important one? That was Amosa. 

Amosa, who called her when he knew she’d be walking to her car after she clocked out.

“Hi Dad.”

“Kaikamahine, my girl. How was your shift?”

“Busy, but it was fine. They gave me a card for a free small everyday that you can have, but you gotta get the sugar free syrup when you use it.”

“Yeah yeah,” he laughed. Even over the phone, Koa could hear the waves in the background, and she knew where he was before he said it. “Come to the dock.”

“Did you book another tour?” She couldn’t keep the excitement out of her voice.

“Come to the dock,” he said, his quiet way of saying no. “I’ll see you soon. Aloha wau iā 'oe.”

“Love you too.”

The drive to the boat dock was short, and the parking lot was busy as ever. Koa passed the bigger boats, with their names in fancy script screen printed on the side. Their buoys and extra snorkel gear, the bars nestled in the middle of the deck, an extra incentive for the tourists to book with them. Everyone loves a mai tai after all.

The Honu Nai sat at her spot on the dock, the farthest to the left. She had three years on any other snorkel boat out there. Her bow was worn, paint sanded off by the salt and sun over time and travel through the waves. But the little drawing of the smiling turtle still shone through on the side, despite the fact that Koa had painted it almost 10 years ago. 

Over the edge, Koa could see her father. He was cleaning, like usual, organizing all of the extra gear that he had on the boat. The kids section was scarce again, all the smaller sized wetsuits, snorkels and fins barely taking up a rack. Koa knew why - if there was ever a kid on his snorkel tour who couldn’t afford their own gear, he’d ‘lend’ it to them. Every kid deserves to see the underwater world, he would say. It changes you, shows you what life is really about.

Koa had been in the ocean since before she could walk. If she wasn’t where she was supposed to be, she was one of two places; either diving under a wave somewhere, or writing in her notebook. Or, one of her notebooks at least. 

“No book today?” He asked when she jumped aboard.

“Already packed them up.”

Amosa couldn’t think about the suitcases in her room without the tears starting to form. He blinked them away and looked out to the sea of blue. 

“Did you pack your snorkel gear?”

“Dad. You know I’m not going to see shit in the ocean in California,” she sighed, moving over to him and putting an arm around him. 

“I know, I know. They have sea lions I’ve heard. Maybe they’ll be friendly.”

“I’ve heard they stink.” She laid her head on his shoulder gently, closing her eyes when he kissed her head.

“Well. We have 5 hours until you have to get to the airport, and I say that’s just enough time for one more run, hmmm?”

Koa didn’t want to. She couldn’t think of many things worse than having salt all over her skin for a 6 hour plane ride. But the excitement in his eyes was irresistible, so she simply nodded and offered him a smile, letting go so he could get them on their way out to the reef. 

She sat on the bow as they headed out to sea, closed her eyes and soaked in the spray off the waves. Her dad laughed when they hit a particularly big one, cutting through the crest so much that it splashed up onto the deck. He used to do it on purpose when she was a little girl just to hear her giggle and have her running back to him. 

They made it to their favorite place quickly, and Koa didn’t hesitate to put her mask on and get to work. She took the line and dove over the side, tying it to the anchor hook under the water before coming back up. Amosa dropped the ladder for her on the back, but she didn’t need it. She was watching the reef. 

Moorish Idols. That’s what she wanted to see. They were second only to green sea turtles - honu in Hawaiian. But they were the most beautiful fish, with their delicate top fin that tapered off to a tail. She was always excited to find one and show the kids on tours. All she had to say was look for Gill from Finding Nemo and they were able to spot them. She floated for a while, watching the fish dart around, even spotting a small reef shark about 15 yards to the right before she decided to climb back in to see her dad. 

He passed her a towel and smiled at her as she sat down. All he could do was look at her for a moment, taking her in. His baby girl, on the boat she’d practically grown up in for the last time in a while.

He put on his brave face, and forced his biggest smile. “You ready to go out there?”

Koa sighed. 

“I don’t know how to tell.” 

“You’ll do great. You’re capable, and it won’t be long until you’re writing your own books instead of writing for these… whatever boys.”

“Dolan. Their names are Ethan and Grayson Dolan.” 

“Well, like I said. Soon it’ll be your stories out there instead of someone else’s, with your name instead of theirs.” He said it with such certainty that she couldn’t help but believe him. Maybe it was the salt water left over in her eyes, or the glare of the sun off the ocean, but she began to tear up. 

“Thanks for always supporting me dad. It means the world. I’m sorry I have to go so far away, I wish I could stay.” It was true - she just needed the money from the Dolan’s to get herself started, and then she’d come back, help her father.

Amosa smiled. 

“Kaikamahine, it’s just an ocean between us.” He reached out for her cheek. “And we know the ocean, don’t we.”

“She’s an old friend,” Koa said, her heart tight in her chest. 

“Exactly. Now c’mon, let’s get you home and on your way.”

Across the ocean and 3 hour time change, Grayson Dolan was pacing. 

“It’s gonna be fine.” Ethan said.

“Shut the fuck up Ethan,” Grayson said. 

That was the extent of most of their conversations over the last three days. Actually, that’s how all of them had been since Ethan had signed a deal with their agent for a ghostwritten book about their lives.

“It’ll get more people connected to us, the right people-”

“Has it ever fucking occurred to you that I’m tired of that shit? That I’m tired of people prying into my fucking life? What if I don’t wanna connect with anyone else, what if I just wanna be left the fuck alone? But no, now we’re gonna have some fucking stranger asking us a million fucking questions and digging for information in my own fucking house where I just wanna exist.”

Ethan didn’t have an answer for that. He’d fucked up, and he knew it. But he also knew that he signed a contract, and there was no backing out of it now. Grayson rubbed his hand over his eyes.

“When does the writer get here?”

“She flies in tonight.”

“Fucking fantasic. Can’t wait.” 

With that, Grayson walked back to his room, leaving his twin alone in the living room with his hands in his pockets.

[whitecatindisguise]

The Sundrop Alchemist (10)

I’ve finally managed to write this chapter. Lack of motivation and writer’s block are a pain to go around. Anyway, we’re getting closer to the first part of the climax (yes, there will be two parts, so to say), so hopefully we’ll get there sooner than later. Anyway, enjoy this chapter.

Summary: Hugo shows Varian around the village. Varian learns about the story behind the lanterns and finds something that makes him question his life.

AO3 link is here

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Chapter 10: Chemicals, Lanterns and Books

Varian’s eyes glistened as they entered the village. There were so many people, so many buildings, so many stalls with vendors selling various things. He just didn’t know where to go first.

 Hugo caught up with the boy at the fourth stall, Max and Ruddiger close behind. The raccoon jumped off the horse and scrambled up to sit on his usual spot on Varian’s shoulders, tail circling around the boy’s neck.

 “Slow down, Goggles. We have the whole day.” Hugo panted and Varian looked at him with a sheepish grin.

 “Sorry, I got overexcited.” He scratched the back of his neck in embarrassment, cheeks turning red. “It’s just- there are so many things to see!” Varian spun on his heel, taking in the view.

 Hugo smiled fondly at the boy. He was kinda cute when he acted like that, he had to admit. He took a deep breath and straightened up, an idea coming to his mind.

 “Hey, I know a place you will like.” The bespectacled blonde said and Varian turned to him.

 “Just like the Snuggly Duckling?” The shorter boy teased and Hugo laughed.

 “No, much better. Come on.” He motioned for Varian to follow and the two submerged into the streets, Max walking behind, eyes set for any sight of the guards.

 Hugo led them to an unassuming shop, squeezed between the bakery and shoemaker. Varian eyed the building critically and looked up at the sign hanging overhead. He gasped in excitement, as he made out the shape of beaker.

 “Is that-?” He asked and Hugo laughed before nodding.

 “It’s one of the best supplied alchemy shops in Corona.” The teen confirmed and Varian bounced on his feet eagerly. Hugo snorted at his antics and pushed the door open. “Come on in. It’s even better on the inside.”

 Varian almost jumped inside, eyes filled with stars. He stood in the door for several moments before dashing between the aisles. Hugo could hear his excited voice, naming compounds and alchemical supplies to his loyal raccoon. With a small smile on his own face, he strolled the aisles, Varian more than once dashing past him, blue eyes spotting another chemical or instrument he knew.

 Hugo grabbed several bottles of chemicals he knew he was running low on and turned the corner, noticing Varian and Ruddiger talking enthusiastically about that or different instrument.

 “Anything caught your eye, Blondie?” He asked, a non-teasing grin slipped on his lips. Varian turned to the teen, eyes filled with stars and whole face shining.

 “There are just-” The boy threw his hands around, turning around and Hugo chuckled into his elbow.

 “I can buy you ONE thing. Just don’t take too long.” The bespectacled teen offered and the way Varian’s eyes glistened even more made his face turn red. He vaguely remembered      Don’t get attached     rule. Well, he’d already broke it several hours ago.

 Varian ran off again, dashing between the shelves, finally meeting Hugo by the counter, with a small bottle of green-coloured liquid.

 “What you got there, Goggles?” Hugo asked and Varian grinned at him.

 “Something I need for later.” He replied mysteriously but Hugo didn’t question. He paid for the shoppings and they left the store, Varian putting the small bottle safely into his satchel.

 Hugo led them through the streets, the two of them making casual talk, as they walked. The older teen made sure to not walk too fast, as Varian kept stopping or running off if something caught his attention. Several people stared at them as they passed by, Varian, mostly, due to the boy’s long hair, but a sharp glare from Hugo was enough to scare off potential trouble. From the corner of his eye, the bespectacled teen could see Maximus walking slightly behind them, eyes open for any guards.

 Luckily, Old Corona wasn’t like capital, meaning there were less guards. Even though, one could not be too cautious, especially with tonight’s celebration coming up.

 “Hugo?” Varian’s voice shook him awake and he noticed blue eyes staring at him.

 “What is it, Freckles?” Hugo asked and he could see the boy scrunching his nose at the nickname but didn’t comment.

 “Do you know why they send the alchemical lanterns, anyway?” The boy questioned, deciding to ignore the nickname. “I mean, they send it at the same day for years. It has to mean something.”

 “Yeah, apparently the village leader’s son was kidnapped…” Hugo scrunched his mind as he tried to remember the number. “...fourteen years ago, or something. His wife is the alchemist and she came up with the idea of the lanterns, sending the first one on the day he was born. At the beginning, it was only the two of them sending their lantern for their son, but each year more people got into it, learned how to make the lanterns and now the whole village participates.”

 “Woah.” Varian was amazed by the story. He felt sorry for the village leader and his wife, losing their child all those years ago. He also noticed his birthday were the same day as the missing boy, but didn’t look much into it. “But why exactly do they send them?”

 “I think they hope for the missing boy to see them and come back home.” Hugo shrugged as they continued down the street. “Pretty dumb, if you ask me. The kid saw the lanterns once when he was just born. No way he knows they are for him and that he should follow them.”

 “That’s true, but…” Varian nodded as he petted Ruddiger perched on his shoulders. “... who knows? Miracles happen.” He gave Hugo a grin and the teen smiled a little and shook his head.

 Suddenly, Varian stopped in his tracks, head whipping to the side. Hugo followed the boy’s gaze and noticed the sign over one of the shops. He smiled and approached the long-haired blonde, nudging him with an elbow to the side.

 “Wanna go in?” He suggested. Varian’s eyes glistened the same way they did back in the alchemy shop and he shoot towards the door. The bell overhead jingled as they entered, the smell of old paper reaching their nostrils.

 “Welcome to Old Corona Library and Bookstore.” A sweet-looking elderly woman smiled at them from behind the counter. “How can I help you?”

 “Just looking around.” Hugo replied, Varian already disappearing between the shelves.

 The bespectacled teen shook his head with a small smile and wandered into the store, eyes glazing over the covers as he passed by. He picked up one of the seemingly-interesting books and made his way towards the reading corner at the back of the shop. Varian stumbled soon after, bringing an impressive pile with him. He set the books down with a quiet ooff and Hugo rose an eyebrow at the amount.

 “Going to read all that, Goggles?” He asked and Varian looked up at him, his hand reaching for the first one from the top.

 “Just look through.” The blue-eyed boy replied, sitting cross-legged on the floor, Ruddiger setting comfortably on the armchair. “There is just so many books, I want to learn as much as I can.”

 Hugo shrugged in response and went back to his own lecture. They sat in a comfortable silence, only broken by occasional exclamation of wonder from the younger boy and the shuffle of moved pages.

 After few hours, Hugo closed the book and his eyes wandered to Varian, barely halfway through his pile, scribbling notes in his own notebook. The teen looked outside and saw the sun has already moved past the midday. He stood up and stretched, picking up the book he just read with an intent to put it back.

 “I’m going to go out for a few, Blondie.” He said, Varian humming in affirmation. Ruddiger opened one eye from where he fell asleep on the armchair and promptly went back to sleep.

 Hugo left the bookstore and made his way back towards the centre of the village, Max falling into step behind him. The horse noticed the absence of Varian and neighed disapprovingly.

 “Relax, he’s still inside, reading.” Hugo rolled his eyes at the lack of credit. “I just thought he might be hungry. It’s afternoon already.”

 Max eyed him, as if he didn’t believe him, but Hugo could care less. With the horse still on the lookout, he grabbed food for himself and Varian, remembering to get an apple for the raccoon. He made his way back to the bookstore, finding the boy in the same place as before, staring intensely at one of the pages.

 “What you got there, Goggles?” Hugo called out and Varian’s eyes snapped to him, something among the lines of confusion in those blue pools.

 “I’ve found a book about the history of Old Corona.” The boy replied, eyes moving back to the page, Hugo moving closer to take a look.

 The gloved finger pointed at a picture of happy family. According to the text beneath, it was the current village leader with his wife and son, not long before the boy was kidnapped. Only one look was enough for Hugo to understand what got Varian so puzzled. The child had blonde hair and blue eyes, just like him.

 “Huh, talk about similarities.” Hugo mused and Varian hummed in response. “You think-?”

 “I don’t know, Hugo.” The long-haired blonde closed the book and let out a tired sigh. “I mean.. he does look kinda similar to me. His birthday is the same as mine. And he would be turning fourteen this year, same as I do.”

 “Woah, that’s a lot of coincidences.” Hugo agreed.

 “Ugh!” Varian let the book fall to his laps and sprawled on the floor, facing the ceiling. “This is all so frustrating. It seems to add up, but it also doesn’t. I mean…” He moved his head so he could look up at Hugo. “... I’ve lived in that tower for as long as I remember. And Mother just… doesn’t seem like a kidnapper type. You know what I mean?”

 “Can’t really say anything to that since I never saw her.” Hugo shrugged and smiled. “Don’t think about it too much, Goggles. You’ll fry your brain.”

 Varian let out an angered huff in response and pushed himself up. It was then that he noticed a paper bag held by the teen.

 “What’s that?” He asked, pointing at the bag. Hugo’s eyes followed the finger and it seemed as if he just remembered about why he left in the first place.

 “Right, I brought us something to eat. And some apples for this raccoon of yours.” At the sound of the word apples Ruddiger’s eyes snapped open and he started sniffing around the teen. “BUT-” Hugo stated, grabbing the raccoon by the tail and giving it back to Varian. “-we can’t really eat in the library, so how about we go out and find ourselves a place to sit down and eat?”

 “Sounds like a plan.” Varian nodded happily.

 The two collected all of the younger boy’s books and put them back to their places, before waving goodbye to the librarian and going out to the sunny streets.

 “By the way, what did you buy?” Varian asked as they went down the street, Hugo taking the lead once again.

 “Ham sandwiches.” Hugo replied and, if the grin that appeared on the long-haired boy’s face was anything to go by, he was glad for his choice.

[amydancepants-peralta]

creator tag meme 2019

Rules: It’s time to love yourselves! Choose your 5 favourite works you created in the past year (fics, art, edits, etc.) and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you brought into the world in 2019. Tag as many writers/artists/etc. as you want (fan or original) so we can spread the love and link each other to awesome works!

I was tagged by this amazing bunch:  @b99peraltiago, @amyscascadingtabs, @vic-kovac, @rosalitadiazz, @peraltas-jacob, @exploding-snapple 💖🥺 thank you all so much!

This was honestly really hard for me to choose, and I keep changing my mind, so ... here’s the top 5 in my head right at this moment!  

* we won’t run (we can fight) * 💪🏼

This fic holds a special place in my heart, even though it was never a massively popular fic in terms of response - and that’s probably because it’s based on a medieval theme, which I get, because I didn’t really read a lot of that before this either.  But it was a prompt I got from the Summer 2019 Fic Exchange, and I really wanted to challenge myself, and 28,000 words later .... 😌 

I like to think of it as ‘modern medieval’ and I hope that those that did read it, enjoyed it! 

A snippet:   “I know that we can’t be certain what will happen tomorrow, and I’m not asking for you to make any decisions right now. Or ever, if you don’t want to. But I just have to tell you this, before another word is spoken.”  He takes a deep swallow, biting his lip and gazing at her with the widest of eyes. 

“I’m falling in love with you, day by day. And I don’t want to stop.”

* time has changed (nothing at all) * 💗

This was a prompt response that I sat down and wrote without hesitation, about high-school sweethearts meeting up with each other after too long apart.  I can’t explain why, but the idea of ‘the one that got away’ coming back just kinda stuck with me.  

A teensy bit:  She doesn’t tell him, and he doesn’t notice, that she’s been directing him in circles for the last half hour, taking wide berths around the same block because she simply wasn’t ready for the night to be over. 

That even though he had left, and they had each done their best to erase each other from their minds, it had been crazy for her to think that he’d ever really gone.

* one love, one house (no shirt, no blouse) * 😉

Okay so choosing my favourite smutfic was actually really difficult, because I just really, really enjoy writing them 🙈 But, I had to go with this one, purely for the pregnancy!sex and comforting Jake and multiple O’s for Amy (it’s what she deserves!). 

Here’s a (PG) snippet:  She remembers the very first night they spent together, kisses tasting like kamikaze as Jake’s sheets tangled around their feet. It had felt so right - like two puzzle pieces who had finally found their other halves - and even though part of her hadn’t been ready to admit it yet, Amy knew that night. That her and Jake had something, a pull towards each other that was stronger than anything she had ever known. It’s never faded, and tonight in their bedroom as he rolls their still connected bodies until Amy is on top, she knows that it never will.

* a cruel summer with you * ☀️

I’d never written a fic based on a song before this one (and now I’ve done 3!) and I love this because ‘friends with benefits that turn into more’ is a favourite trope of mine, and it showed Amy as the more lovesick/pining one, which is a perspective that I really enjoyed writing 💕

Sneak peek:  It was another two weeks before it happened again - the longest two weeks of her life, because for the first time in years she was avoiding her partner as much as humanly possible. And then a missing person’s case had turned into a manslaughter, and she’d been drowning her sorrows in their booth when he’d looked over at her, and next thing she knew her clothes were on his apartment floor and he was telling her that ‘we should just keep this simple, no rules, just sex’ and in that moment she would have agreed to anything if it meant that he kept kissing her.

* (all I wanna do) is grow old with you * 🍕

This fic went through so many rewrites (and wouldn’t be anything without the amazing @fezzle‘s help!) but I kind of really love how it came to be.  

Just a little bit:  The woman that answers the door is crazy beautiful.  Beautifully warm toned skin with the most expressive eyes, her dark hair scraping her shoulders as she opens the door a little wider.  

“Heyyyyy, the pizza guy is here!”  The mystery woman smiles, leaning heavily against her doorframe as she gasps, pointing.  “And he brought PIZZA!” 

Thank you so much for tagging me in this!  I loved having a look at what I’ve done in the last year.  I’m a very, very small fish in this Tumblr pond but you’ve all be so wonderful and I’m very grateful for your support!  💕

Okay so a LOT of people have already been tagged, so I’m sure I’m doubling up, but I’m just going to throw these out there:  @amez-santiago, @kamekamelea, @fezzle & @vernonfielding - Honestly I could go on and on (title of your sextape!) naming all the great contributors here! 

[t-lostinworlds]

I basically ranted and this got so long so I don’t want to bother anyone so I’m putting a cut haha

Okay, as most of you know I really do take sooooo long when updating full fics or just writing them in general and I just wanted to share my thought process on writing fics. And also this is for me to really wrap my head around it because I keep asking myself:

Why do I take so long to write?

First and Foremost, the why I can't write most times:

Sometimes I don't get inspired to write. Like I know where the fic starts and how it’s going to end and what’s going to happen but I just can’t write it into words. It’s all a movie in my head and I can’t write it sometimes.

Time. I get busy and I just don't have the time.

But when I do have the time, I get stuck and just can't seem so write anything at all. Writer’s Block is my best friend you see haha

Distractions, Laziness, Procrastination. The Big Three, put them all together and boom lol

I can't write when I'm not alone, and I’m not alone most times. Truly. When my sister or parents are around, I just can't write lol. And no I don't have my own room since me and my sister share a room. Hence why I wait till she falls asleep.

I also found that inspiration mostly strikes me after hours. Like starting midnight until the morning. And that sucks because then I have to choose between writing or sleep. And that's a hard choice since I love sleep so much haha. Like I want to write but my eyes are basically burning and then my head starts to hurt so...

But when I do write and have the drive to do so, this is why I take so long:

OVERTHINKING

Yup. I overthink like a lot. When writing full fics, I want it to be as realistic as possible so I put in the time to research and really think if this is possible in real life. I'm really having a hard time in grasping that it is fictional. And that it's my fic, I'm the writer and I can do as one pleases since I basically control that world right? But nope, I keep thinking: is this realistic enough? Is this possible in the real world? Is this believable?

I like to think that my reason is that sometimes I read a non-AU fic and then I read this part and then I go like, wait how did that happen? Why did they do that? Like it's just too confusing and sometimes even dumb in a sense like in horror movies where the main actor goes into that room when they hear something and then they get killed because they should've just left the house you know? Or like when Dora keeps asking where that fucking house is when it's literally in front of her (lol kidding I love Dora.)

And I don't want my fic to seem unrealistic in that way. Do I even make sense? 😂

For example: Words Cut Like Knives 2.

I kept thinking about how on freaking earth do I make this a good enough happy ending without having the reader be naive and dumb and just forgive Shawn just because he's, well, Shawn. So I thought so hard and long about how do I make them be together but not let it be toxic you know? Like realistically, what would be the healthiest way to approach this relationship that they still end up together.

I also spent sooooo much time thinking about Shawn's reason. On how not to make it a BS reason where in real life, you really shouldn't just forgive him since he's done an asshole move blah blah, Like i don’t want to make it seem like Shawn has an advantage just because he’s Shawn. It’s just in a sense of what would actually happen if this were in a real life situation. 

Another example: Duplicate.

I spent sooo much time thinking about a good enough reason on why management would want Peter to not exist in Shawn's life. Like I don't want it to be a half-assed reason where Shawn can realistically just say no at, or just an easy turn down in the real world you know? I want a reason that would make it hard to pass in a sense that it's close to no choice.

And then after I got that established, I then think about HOW on earth could they hide Peter when he's almost an exact replica of Shawn? Like surely people would notice that right especially when the live in the same area? When he's walking around the street and then a fan sees him and this happens or when Peter is with his mum in the grocery store blah blah or if I'm a family gathering they get photographed together and my mind goes batshit.

Hell even in the hospital scene. Since I haven't really spent that much time at hospitals, I have no clue what's in there. So I spent sooooo much time researching about what time are the visiting hours, is there a waiting chair outside the emergency room, are people even allowed in the ICU, what machines would be hooked for a person in a coma, what would put a person in a coma, what injuries would a person acquire from a car crash, what are the words to describe this and that, vital signs, TBI, would it be realistic for Shawn to live if he hit his head and the list goes on and on and on.

Like I want that when the doctor speaks to them, she really sounds like a real doctor and not just someone who says "broken bones, we don't know when he'll wake up" like, half-assed you know?

And now part 5 where Peter meets the PR girlfriend. The reason why I'm having a hard time finishing it is I keep rewriting it and thinking about ways on how not to make it obvious that it's PR if u get what I mean lol. Like what they should do for it to seem realistic, what NOT to do for people to think it's fake etc etc etc.

Like sure I can just tell myself. So what, it's your fic, you decide what happens. But I just can't. Like I don't want to spread the wrong information on stuff I know very little about you know? I want my fic to be as realistic as possible which is kinda stupid? since it is fiction

But it's just because I get scared that when people read it, they would be like: this is wrong. Why is this happening, it's not possible. This does not make any sense. This doesn't happen in real life. Etc.

See? I really do overthink a lot haha.

And also, I don't write a part of a fic just for the sake of writing it. I write a part of a fic as a build up for the future if ya get what I mean? Like I already have a clue how Duplicate ends but I want it to build up to there, not just happen quick and straight to the point. Or make it unrealistic where they fall in love two chapters in. I want each scene to have a purpose and how it helps the character grow. Basically Character Arcs in a sense.

So I spent so much time plotting what happens next and how I can connect one part to the next.

I have it all in my notes. I'd like to show you guys but I don't want to spoil hehe.

But then when I sit down and write it, it then goes back to the reasons up top that I've listed, along with a few sprinkles of overthinking haha.

Heck, even seeing the same word in one paragraph irks me. Which is soooo extra but I'm a perfectionist and ugh. It's tiring sometimes.

Like when I write:

She looked up at him with a smile, her eyes looking straight into his eyes as she nodded.

See that two 'look' and 'eyes' words? Yup. That doesn't sit well with me. I then change that to:

She looked up at him with a smile, her gaze meeting his as she hummed in agreeance with a curt nod.

Which does make it better but when I keep doing that in every single sentence or paragraph then it’s very time consuming.

I'm very extra aren't I? Haha.

And lastly,  I also don’t think I’m that great of a writer. Yup, it’s a self esteem thing but i think that’s the very reason why I overthink so much about my works. Like i want it to be good enough for myself and for the ones who will read it. As they say, You are your own toughest critic and gosh i really do take that to heat. But maybe i can gain my confidence bit by bit and I will get to the point where i won’t worry about everything too much haha.

Anyhow, If you guys can just see how chaotic this post is, then that's exactly how chaotic my mind is when writing.

I don't know why but I just wanted to share this and maybe even make myself see on what I can do to make this easier for myself hahaha.

If you've reached the end, wow I applaud you and I will love you till the day I die ❤️

Okay I'm done. Haha. Gosh, back to writing 😂

[imagines-of-the-creed]

Swimming Lessons (Edward Kenway)

Writer’s block is a bitch, really.

I finally managed to go back and finish one of my random writing pieces and I’m actually proud of myself for doing so. I’m deeply sorry that it isn’t a request from here, but from one of my other posting sites, but I hope you still love Edward as much as I do :) Anyways, enjoy!

Word Count: 2751

“You have got to be messin’ with me lass.”

Edward’s deep laughter filled the deck of the Jackdaw, his calloused hands came up to press against his chest to try and contain his laughter, but it was useless; out of the few facts that he had been learning about you, the one you had just shared with him moments ago was the one that had made him crack up.

While Edward leaned up against the railing of on the deck, laughing so hard that tears were brimming his eyes, you stood only a few feet away from him, your arms folded tightly across your chest as your tan cheeks turned into a deep shade of red while you did your best to withstand your partner’s laughter.

“I’m not messin’,” You spoke shyly, a small smile creeping onto your face the longer you stared at Edward’s radiant one, “I told you I’d be honest with you and here you are makin’ fun of me for it.”

“Oh lass,” His hearty laughter began to quiet down as he wiped away the stray tears from the creases of his eyes, “I don’t mean to make fun of you, but it’s kind of hard not to,” He took a moment to fix his composure and take a couple steps closer to you, “You are one of the most feared captains out on the sea—maybe second best to me—and you are terrified of the water and don’t know how to swim.”

For a brief moment, Edward’s shimmering blue gaze held yours but the moment he thought about the fact, he began to chuckle once more, but to a lesser degree. He slapped a calloused hand upon your shoulder as he looked down at the wooden planks before returning his gaze back up to yours.

“It kinda sounds like you are makin’ fun,” you sighed in slight irritation and embarrassment as he was making such a big deal that some of his crew were looking onto the both of you. “When I shared that with you, I was hopin’ you would help me, not ridicule me.”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he apologized over and over as he composed himself once more; he didn’t mean to laugh as much as he did, but he just found your situation to be funny. “I’m just thinkin’ back to that battle we had a couple weeks ago when you were scrambling for anything that could float on that ship we was borrowin’; you should’ve seen the look on your face when you were doin’ it too…”

“Edward…” You warned him while you had cast a hardened look at some of his curious crew members. “Can you help me or not?”

“I can definitely help you, just remember,” he came to stand beside you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and leading you to the break in the railing, “it’s alright to be a late bloomer in getting your sea legs, I used to be like you and now look at me. I’m one of the best that rules these oceans. You’ll get your legs by the end of today, I promise.”

While you shook your head softly at his self-boosting words, you couldn’t wipe the smile that had crawled onto your lips and stayed there the moment he wrapped his arm around you. Your arm had come to wrap itself around his waist as you walked alongside the railing on the deck, just enjoying being so close to Edward and not having to worry about imminent dangers that the two of you either ran into or created.

Edward had stopped the both of you at the break in the railing where the docking would take place and made you stand there with him despite him noticing you trying to back away from the very edge of the deck.

Your wide eyes looked down to your weather-beaten boots and let your gaze drift only a couple inches ahead of you to see the navy blues waves crashing against the ship, causing it to slightly careen side to side, “Uh, Edward, do you mind if we do back up from the edge just for a bit? I don’t believe I’m quite ready to start just yet.”

His light chuckles reached your ear as he told you to not to worry and just when you thought he was about to take another dig at you for not being able to swim, his next words had taken you completely off guard.

“You know you have the most mesmerizing (E/C) eyes I’ve seen on this side of the ocean, don’t you?” A light smirk crept upon his lips as his sparkling blue irises roamed all over your face.

“W-What?” Your gaze narrowed as you looked at him with plain confusion, “What are you goin’ on about?”

“You heard me,” He took his arm from around your neck and wrapped it around your waist instead, pulling you slightly closer than you had been before; his actions were definitely confusing you, but you couldn’t say that you didn’t like it one bit. “And since you shared somethin’ about you, I might as well as do the same.”

Your eyes only grew narrowed as he smiled at you, “I’ve had my sights set on you ever since Blackbeard introduced me to you. Your not only a fine business partner but a lady as well.”

Nervous chuckles escaped your mouth as you looked at the ground for a brief moment before returning your gaze to Edward’s piercing one. You two swayed with one another, mimicking the motions of the ship as you stood there, completely enraptured by his strange, but sweet words.

“Oh, really?” You mused. The feelings he was speaking was mutual but you never really shared it with him; you had a sense that there was something between you two, you just chose not to act on it due to his mysterious past.

“There has been one thing I’ve been dying to do ever since I met you, really…” Edward confessed, looking at you with a soft smile.

“And what’s that?”

Edward took his arm from around your waist and took both of his calloused hands and placed them on your biceps firmly before looking at you with mirth plain in his eyes. He began to lean in slowly and it made your heart race as you followed suit, knowing the typical outcome of this type of action.

Just before your lips connected, Edward’s arms extended outwards forcefully and shoved you off the deck and into the raging black waters below. The moment your boots left the hard surface of the deck and you felt yourself free-falling, you became paralyzed with fear and anger at the sudden turn of events. A short shriek left your lips before you were immersed into the salty water. You didn’t have time to process what happened as you knew that you were now doing your best to try and make a break to the surface to get a fresh breath of air into your lungs.

Edward heard the splash below and leaned over the railing to observe your actions carefully. He saw you flailing your arms about under the water’s surface but made no quick actions to dive in and save you from your possible death.

“Swimmin’ is a vital survival skill for us out on the seas, it might come on handy at the most unexpected times, you have to be always ready.” He stated loudly as he watched you break surface a couple of times over the waves that were slamming against the ship. “When your life's on the line, you’ll learn and do anything to survive.”

You only managed to get short bursts of his name out as you did your best to keep above the water, but you were failing miserably. The longer you stayed in the dark waters, the more you thought about the other dangers other than just drowning; you began to think about another ship coming out of the blue to fight with the Jackdaw or a pack of blood-thirsty sharks coming to devour you into tiny bits.

Edward stood his ground at the railing of the deck and watched you stay under the surface for a majority of the time. His crew members were beyond shocked at his actions and some voiced their own opinion to him by yelling at him to fish you out and take them to the nearest port, but he ignored their comments and held onto his hope that you would persevere and overcome your fear to survive.

“They’ll be fine, men, give them some time and they’ll be swimming like a fish in no time.” Edward nodded towards his crew while they continued to watch you sink lower and lower under the raging waves. “They just aren’t puttin’ in enough effort…”

Edward’s voice trailed off as he finally took a moment to look down at the water to see that your movements were minimal and you were fading in the dark waters; his knuckles on the railing were turning white as his own hope drained from him and he knew that he had to intervene quickly.

He shrugged off his top coat and tossed his weapons belt aside and dove into the water with grace. The minute his skin touched the water, it gave him a wave of goosebumps at being relieved from the scorching caribbean's sun’s rays, but he kept focused on the task at hand and that was retrieving you from the under the waves.

He spotted you a few feet away and quickly made his way towards you, stopping just before colliding with your body. He saw your hair flow with grace in the water but he saw that your mouth was open slightly ajar and your eyes were closed. Panic began to wash over him as he knew that his tactics had put you in grave danger.

Snaking an arm around your chest, he began to ascend to the surface with you in tow. His grip was tight as he was scared of letting your slip right out of his grasp. The moment he broke to the surface, he shouted for his men to throw a rope down for him and you; once the rope hit the water, Edward wasted no time tying it tight around your waist and making sure it was secure he tugged on it before yelling at his men to pull you up.

He climbed up the ladder on the side of his ship and rushed to your side the minute he reached the deck. He shoved his men aside and undid the knot around your chest before pulling your coat away from your soaking body; Edward yelled for his men to look the other way as he wanted to protect your modesty if he needed to remove any more clothing, but some refused to leave just in case he needed help.

“Oh lass, come on now…” Edward brushed the wet hair out of your face and began pumping away at your chest to get your heart beating again, “I can’t let you go now.”

He leaned over you for a couple of minutes, pumping, but nothing was happening. He stopped and began to blow breaths of air into your lungs through your mouth with hope that the last resort would revive you.

After the first breath, your body jerked to the side as little spurts of water poured out of your mouth, but your eyes never opened. Edward’s small smile faded as quickly as it appeared when he saw that you went back to laying on your back.

“Jesus, man…” Edward didn’t know what else to do but continue to give you mouth to mouth, but he felt like he was helping a lost cause the longer you laid there with no response. He sat back on the balls of his feet for a moment before thinking of an idea that would either work or not, but he knew that if it did work and you woke up, it was only out of the kindness of his heart that he did it.

Edward pulled his open palm back and slammed it against your chest and watched your head jerk upwards as the remaining water in your lungs came up through your throat and all over Edward. Your eyes opened as you violently gasped for air, your pruny hands pushing your upper body upwards as you choked on the last mouthfuls of seawater in your throat.

The salty water sprayed all over Edward, but he didn’t mind one bit as he stared at you in astonishment, not believing that he actually saved your life rather than taking it. While you struggled to get air into your lungs, Edward assisted you in sitting you up on the deck and rubbing your back soothingly, trying to make up for his foolish antics moments before.

“That’s it, lass, just breathe,” He soothed, pulling the wet strands of hair away from your face as you finally let your body relax from the stress you experienced moments earlier.

“I cannot believe you did that to me, Edward,” you said breathlessly, slowly tilting your head upwards to look at him; your eyes were narrowed as you tried to mask your anger towards him. You lost it when he flashed you a sheepish smile, the next thing you did was slap him hard across his face, so hard that it made him look in the other direction, “What the hell were you thinking?”

“I...I deserved that,” He rubbed his cheek as he turned to look at you once more. “I thought I was doing you a favor; most people’s survival instincts come out when they're put in danger. I thought yours would show itself when I pushed you off the deck.”

“Well they didn’t!” You shouted, ending your sentence with a slight cough, “I could’ve died you buffoon! If I didn’t drown, I sure as hell would’ve been a snack for the sharks below.”

A heavy sigh left Edward’s parted lips while he stared you down for a moment, thinking over his actions. “I was wrong in what I did and I hope you can forgive me,” he paused, a small smirk coming across his lips, “after all though, you did ask for my help.”

You shook your head softly, still trying to get over the slight headache that you got from the lack of oxygen, “apology accepted.”

“Good, now--”

He was cut off by another smack across his cheek, knocking him off the balls of his feet, “Jesus, I thought you were alright, what the hell was that for?”

“That’s for smacking me in my chest, I was awake with the first spurt of water out of my lungs,” you informed him, “if you would’ve just put your ear to my chest instead of puttin’ your lips on mine, you would’ve known that.”

“I’m sorry for that too, I was just scared you were gonna die on me,” Edward confessed honestly, looking at dry wooden boards of the deck, “I’ve lost so many good friends and if I lose one more, I think I would go insane.”

“Well, maybe you should express your affection for your friends in other ways other than shovin’ them off your ship right before you think that you’re gonna kiss them,” You stated, standing up to stretch out your wet limbs, “Did I really have to drown in order to get that kiss from you? Was that it?”

Edward chuckled before standing beside you, “No, you didn’t, but I just had to get your mind off things to try and get you prepared for your lesson. Everything I told you was from my heart, as weird as it sounds, I didn’t lie to you.”

“Well, I’ll have to think on your feelin’s, especially after this little stunt that I learned nothin’ from.”

Your dry laughter brought a smile to Edward’s face.

“If I offered you a more easy lesson on swimmin’, would you give me another chance?” He asked you, hoping that you would pass up the deal.

“I think I’d take it, so long as it’s by the shores.” You stated, holding out your hand for him to shake on it, “maybe if that lesson goes well, I’ll get a safe kiss that time, hm?”

Edward pulled you into a hug as he grabbed your hand, “Definitely. I promise it’ll go much smoother than this one did.”

“We’ll see.”

[flowersfrombefore]

Flowers and Pianos:Part 2  (Greta Stirling X Roger Taylor) (OC)

AN: today on ‘I am the worst’ I’m so sorry you guys ended up waiting so long for such a short chapter but my writers block has been killing me. I think it’s gone now so I should be getting stuff out faster. Anyway, this chapter is kinda a middle ground thing. Not really story line until the end, more relationship building (they’re cute and I’d die for them) 

Editing isn’t real in this chapter because I got pissed off don’t @ me about spelling mistakes or I’ll fight. 

Part one

Word count: 1430 (I’m sorry I know it’s short ) 

Enjoy babes.

Warmth hung in the air of the bedroom though outside the wind would send a chill through bone. Light from the sun still soaked the ground and the trees but it was a cold light, an empty promise of warmth.

Rays of light began to seep through the sheer curtains, casting ridges of shadow and white light across the floor and across the two bodies intertwined together in the sheets. Sleep had hardly settled over them when the sun had found its way through the curtains and onto their bare skin. Words had passed effortlessly between them until the darkness gave way to the soft gray that morning tended to bring.

Greta stirred only a short time after she’d drifted off in the comfortable heat and exhaustion, mixed with intoxication that her body was swimming in. Her eyes fluttered open lazily, only partially sure of where she was. The muffled pounding in her head was enough to tell her that no matter how long she’d been awake the night before her hangover had still caught her. She attempted to ignore it the best she could, looking out through the small break in the curtains on the window to the trees and the patch of flowers only just visible.

One thing she was aware of completely was the body pressed against her in the sheets, the lips still brushing against the back of her neck and the feeling that his arms were safe and warm and a place she never wanted to part from. She closed her eyes and let the warmth of his touch wash over her as she tried to recall exactly what had happened. She knew generally what she’d done, what they’d done, though a little blurry on why it had happened in the first place. She searched her mind for a sense of regret and came up empty, and came to the conclusion that this was something she was okay with.

A whisper of his name crossed her lips, only to see if he was awake as well. It was met with no response.

She needed to look at him.

She didn’t know why.

She supposed there was a need to know it had happened, even though a glance at her chest and the blossoming bruises was enough to tell anyone it definitely had. Less a need to know it happened than, more a need to know they were who she thought. When nothing feels real it’s all you can do to make sure your bad decisions were worth something and that they were real.

They were almost too close together for Greta to move without waking him, but it didn’t matter. She just wanted to look at him. They could fall back asleep just as easily if her head lay on his chest.

Shifting her position was easier than she expected even with his arm lazily draped over the outline of her ribs. With a slow movement she was able to turn herself without much disturbing of the sheets and was met with a mess of blond hair obscuring the face she wanted to see so dearly.

For only a moment her heart stopped in her chest.

Sarah.

Now without the dimness and the blurry vision of last night it hit her how similar the two could be. With a shaky hand she brushed the hair away and exposed Rogers face. Strips of light illuminated lines across his face leaving the rest in a shadow. Where it fell on his hair it gave off a glow that was almost unnatural. Greta remembered the thought that had crossed her mind the night before about him giving off the appearance of an angel.

“I was right.” She whispered to herself at the thought, not being able to stop herself from dragging her fingers lightly over his cheek. At her touch Roger stirred, his breathing changing from its previously steady sound.

As Roger slowly started to wake Greta closed the gap between them and brushed her lips against his. His eyes shot open in surprise and he pulled away, but only for a moment. The shock on his face softened in an instant.

“You’re still here.” It was a statement that could have been mistaken as a question.

“So are you.”

The words that passed between them would have meant nothing to anyone outside of the events but it was almost a realization on both sides. It’s all that was said for a time. Nothing else needed to be said after Roger had enveloped her in his arms and kissed her like his life depended on it. His hands found their way into the the sea of red that was Greta’s hair as he pulled her on top of him.

Twenty minutes later they broke apart, breathless and a little overwhelmed. Roger’s back was pressed against the headboard with Greta in his lap. The sheets had fallen from them leaving them colder than before. Roger trailed his hands up and down the sides of Greta’s body, tracing over the outline of her hips and her a-little-too-prominent ribs. The touch sent a shiver through her spine, it was like ice had been injected into her and froze her where she was, except to tighten her fingers in Rogers thick hair.

It was almost innocent.

“Stay with me.” Roger spoke up finally. The words fell from his lips like a plea.

“What do you mean?”

“I-I know that it’s not typical of me, and I know it would be hard with both of us touring and-” He was babbling, Greta thought it was sweet. She brought one finger to rest of on his lips to quiet him. She didn’t need to say it for him to understand. It was an unspoken request for the blunt truth. She lifted her finger away when she was sure he understood.

“I don’t want you to just leave after this. I want to be with you.” He looked away from her, resting his gaze on the window. “I’m sorry, ignore what I said I’m sure it’s just me.”

Greta tore her eyes from him and shifted her eyes to the window as well, she could see the flowers outside clearer now, and she smiled to herself remembering part of a conversation her and Roger had had the night before.

“I have two conditions.” As she said it she turned him to face her with a hand on his neck. She held up two fingers and dragged them down gently over his eyelids making them close. She lifted them away but Roger kept his eyes closed until she leaned down to kiss his forehead.

“One.” She poked a small bruise on his collar bone with one finger. “I get to call you Flower.” She giggled in spite of herself, as she was trying to sound even a little serious. Roger grinned, he’d found that her laugh was one of the most beautiful things he’d ever heard.

“Why is that going to be my nickname? We can’t compromise the tiny amount of masculinity I have with that.”

“Yeah we can, seeing that we spent an hour last night ranting about flowers. Just cause you were drunk doesn’t mean I’ll let that go.”

“Okay, okay it’s acceptable. I’ll just pretend I don’t like it to keep up some kind of image.” He let his head fall into Greta’s shoulder as the giggles he had been trying to hide died down. “What’s the second?”

Greta moved herself off of Roger before she spoke. She interlaced their finger and brought herself to sit beside him. She tapped two fingers this time on his knuckles.

“No one else. That’s my condition.” She turned to look at him, finding his eyes had been lingering on her since she had moved. “If I stay you’re mine.” She pressed a small kiss to his shoulder and nuzzled into his neck. “And I’m yours.”

“No one else.” He didn’t need to say anything else, Greta knew it was an agreement.

It didn’t cross either of their minds until later, when they had parted to find their bands, that staying together was going to be almost impossible. The promise had in no way been empty on either side, but the quiet oblivion of that bedroom had erased the serious obstacles.

There was no way.

They’d live knowing they’d made that promise, knowing they wanted the other, and they’d never be able to live up to it.

Or it seemed to them for weeks, until what seemed like an empty promise was filled by luck and coincidence.

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[legion1993]

Is It True?

AN: i love amazing writers. i love writing amazing pieces. this piece goes out to @icantlivewithyou in celebration of her 800 followers challenge! hope this makes you smile!

prompt “you’re really pregnant?”

pairing: Bruce Wayne x Reader

summery: its a secret!

Masterlist

8 years ago, you were a graduate student...

8 years ago you got an internship with Wayne Enterprises!

8 years ago was the first encounter you ever had with the Batman. he save your life. 

not too long after that you had a magical date with your boss Bruce Wayne! this began your magical journey.

6 years later you are at the office and lunch time roles around. you and Bruce would normally go out for lunch at the usual fancy restaurant. you loved your time with Bruce, but today was different you walked into his office and he has a strange look to his eye... 

Bruce: “close the door love and come here...”

you close the door and go over to the desk he turns to face you welcoming you into his lap...

YN: “hey baby... are you ready for lunch?”

Bruce: “we are not going to lunch today... we will do dinner instead but right now can i show you something... i feel like i need to confide this to you, we have been together for a while now and im looking forward to many more years with you but not without you knowing my biggest well kept secret...”

YN: “Bruce whatever you have to tell me, i’ll go into it with you. i love you Bruce! you know that! so what is it that you wish to share with me?”

Bruce: “well first we have to get up off this chair... ive already cleared us to go for the rest of the day... think of this as a vacation! a small one where we arent going far but yet we are gonna have traveled the distances...”

you were now very curious... you had no idea what was about to happen... but got up off your boyfriends lap and held his hand as he led you to the wall pannel, he took his other hand and placed it to the wall. 

it then spoke...

AI: “good afternoon mr wayne...”

you were amazed that you never knew about this panel being here... but you walked inside with Bruce as he spoke next.

Bruce: “take us to the cave!”

immediately you were both on one crazy roller coaster ride... it was a tunnel system that seemed to go from the top of wayne tower to some underground cavern... 

the ride stopped and Bruce once more spoke...

Bruce: “through these doors is a world that no-one but Alfred has known about like ever... now to you i present this my most valuable secret... the entire reason behind the tunnel system. the entire reason behind all my so called late nights at the office or pre-preparations for a gala that is months away... well i never actually ever left the manor.. id be down here working out, training, and monitoring the city... you may exit the doors when your ready...”

you went passed Bruce and the doors opened automatically... you walked out onto a literal rock solid floor, and into a cavern where tech and a bunch of equipment lay around all over the place... 

you wandered around a bit before arriving at the main area, or what assumed was the main area for it had a really big computer setup with 6 different screens and one tiny ass keyboard. the computers powered up and revealed a giant bat symbol... thats when it hit you like a freight train. 

you turned to Bruce and decided to test your theory make sure it was true...

you went into a low spin kick to which Bruce jumped over. blocking each move you threw at him you had to now think quickly... you decided to pull a Natasha romanov and wrap your legs around his neck flipping him to the ground but he had grabbed your wrist and twisted your arm when you did that. 

Bruce got off of you and smiled as he extended his hand to you...

Bruce: “if you wanted to test my skills how was that?”

YN: “you’re batman... why didnt you tell me sooner?”

Bruce could only chuckle as he smiled...

Bruce: “i was afraid of how you would react... had i known you would react that way i would have told you sooner... are you ok love? you look kinda pale?”

you shook your head, truth be told you hadnt been feeling well for a few days now... you just thought you were getting ready for your period... but this morning you had thrown up... you werent sure what was wrong...

YN: “i think i need a doctor...”

Bruce picked you up bridal style, carrying you to the elevator you both emerge in the library of the manor, where Alfred greets both of you...

Alfred: “good heavens, is Miss YN alright?”

Bruce: “Alfred can you get the car and take us to Gotham General... please?”

Alfred: “of course sir...”

Alfred brings the car to the front of the house where you and Bruce now waiting Alfred opens the door helping to get both of you inside before driving reasonably to Gotham General. 

upon arrival at the hospital, Bruce had Alfred once more help to get you out of the car... Alfred then went to park the car while Bruce carried you inside. walking inside he was greeted by 2 nurses...

Nurse 1: “how can we help you both tonight?”

Bruce: “my girlfriend is pale and not well we need a check up... run all the necessary tests rule out anything and everything please...”

Nurse 2: “okay sir calm down please... we need a name to process her under...”

Bruce: “Bruce wayne... i help fund this hospital... my girlfriends name is YN... she can barely stand on her own...”

the nurses both led you and Bruce through the secluded doors, to a room secluded and away from prying eyes... Bruce had laid you on the bed, you were not sure yet as to your condition but you had your suspicions...

it was about 5 minutes later when a doctor walked in one of the nurses who had helped you both in here walked in bringing several things with...

Dr. Jason: “Bruce,  YN i’m Dr. Jason... i understand that your not feeling well tonight Miss... can you tell me how long you havent been well?”

YN: “its been on and off for the last week or so...”

Dr. Jason relays notes to the nurse and asks the next question...

Dr. Jason: “when was your last period? or do you know when your next period is supposed to arrive?”

you took one small breath before answering...

YN: “its due... as of yesterday...”

Dr. Jason: “let me guess it hasnt arrived yet, has it...?”

you shake your head, Dr. Jason has the nurse bring in an ultrasound cart...  Bruce moves to the other side and gives the okay to do whatever necessary not wanting to leave your side...

Dr. Jason: “have you ever had an ultrasound before YN?” 

you shoke your head...

Dr. Jason: “okay its very simple, nothing to worry about... now im gonna need access to your abdomen as well as your stomach... so your waist line on your pants is gonna have to go down a bit... i will place some gel on your stomach, then i will use this equipment to through the gel be able to take a peak inside your belly... see if there is anything noticeable...”

the doctor did as he said, placing the gel on made you shiver a bit but Bruce’s touch kept you nice and warm... as Dr. Jason now moved the transducer around on the gel, the nurse was ready to record anything found... 

you and Bruce anxiously watched the screen... waiting for answers of any kind to come up... Dr Jason then stopped moving the tansducer, he kinda stayed in one spot for a while... it was then that he knew what the cause was... he had the nurse make a few notes and then sent her out of the room... 

Dr. Jason: “it seems congratulations are in order...”

Bruce: “im sorry what do you mean Congratulations are in order...”

Dr Jason: “well it seems YN isnt sick sick after all its just a little bit of morning sickness...”

your eyes widened... before your head collapsed from the shock of the news... you knew full well what the congratulations was for but no one knew how shocked you were till you fainted...

it was 10 minutes later when you woke again to find Bruce filling out paper work, after being told by Dr Jason not to worry too much that you would wake eventually that you fainted from the aftershock of the news...

Bruce’s head swam with the thoughts of being a father, sure something he had thought about but never dreamed would ever happen. a few moments later Bruce looked up as he often did to find you sitting up and stretching slightly... 

Bruce: “hey love how are you feeling?”

YN: “is it true?”

Bruce comes over to your side and smiles lovingly at you.

Bruce: “you’re really pregnant?

Bruce gestures to the ultrasound photo sitting beside you on the bed...

YN: “yes i am... i had my suspisions but i wasnt ever gonna admit them to anyone or myself... however, i know we never actually discussed the thought of kids, but believe me when i say i wouldnt be here today if you werent the most amazing man i had ever met...”

Bruce: “i cant even begin to describe how much excitement im holding in right now... i mean we are gonna be parents... its gonna be an honor to raise this child with you...”

Bruce with you holds the photo and then Bruce lifts your shirt to once again expose your belly and he places soft kisses to it, then he comes up to place a longing kiss to your lips... you were now in a happy place... 

you finally felt like your life was finally underway...

[cure-reboot-old]

Pt. 6

hot damn I’m sorry this took so long to write! writers block is a bitch

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“No, no, no, not again… Not again…” Gabriel whimpered.

Sam yawned and his eyes fluttered open. “Gabe?”

He turned to see that Gabriel was laying next to him on top of the blankets, but also clearly having some sort of nightmare. He wasn’t really sure why the angel was here, he had his own room, but he digressed.

“No, get away from me…” Gabe mumbled.

Sam reached over and gently laid a hand on his shoulder. “Gabriel--”

Gabe shot up, eyes glowing vibrantly. “NO!” He raised his hand to strike Sam, but Sam instinctively caught the angel’s arm and stopped him.

“Gabriel!” Sam yelped.

His eyes faded back to their normal whiskey colors and his expression softened.

“Sam…?” He said breathlessly as he realized what had happened. “Oh, damn it, I’m sorry, I’m sorry… I…”

Sam had already let go of Gabriel’s arm. “What happened?”

He mumbled something, and quickly jumped off the bed and backed out of the room.

“Gabe, wait!” Sam tore off the blanket and ran after the angel, still not quite sure what was going on.

He raced down the hallway, quickly catching up to Gabriel, he was short enough that he didn’t run nearly as fast as Sam. He grabbed his shoulder and Gabe spun around.

“No, no, I’m sorry…” He sobbed. “Please, don’t-- Don’t hurt me.”

“What?” Sam questioned. “What are you talking about?”

“I didn’t mean to-- I didn’t… I…” He stuttered.

“Gabriel…” Sam said gently. “It’s just me, I would never hurt you.”

Gabriel’s eyes glazed over a bit as tears fell heavy down his face. “I… Don’t… Don’t come near me-- I... I tried to hurt you…”

At this point, Sam had pieced together Gabe had a nightmare, most likely about Asmodeus, and mistook Sam’s touch for the demon’s; resulting in the act of self defense.

“No, you didn’t try to hurt me. I think you thought I wasn’t… Me. And you didn’t hurt me at all, I’m okay, don’t worry about it.”

Gabe’s hands were shaking as he tried to form a coherent sentence, but couldn’t. He eventually collapsed into Sam’s arms and cried.

“I’m s-- Sorry… I’m sorry…” He sobbed into the hunter’s shirt.

“Shh, don’t be sorry, you didn’t do anything wrong.”

“He-- He… Y’know… As-Asmodeus… H-he… He came b… He came back… F-for me… And I-- Tried to fight h-hi… I tried to fight him… And I…” Gabe stuttered through tears, and coughing a few times. “And I almost hurt you… And I thought you were going to be angry, I… Just can’t… I still feel like if I do something wrong, I’ll-- I’ll get hurt…”

Sam ran his fingers through Gabriel’s hair gently. “You’re safe, I got you. Okay?”

Gabe nodded, clutching tightly to the fabric of Sam’s shirt, hanging on for dear life.

“What’dya need?” Sam asked quietly.

“...I… I don’t want to sleep… But I don’t-- I don’t know.”

Sam thought for a moment. “Do you want to go get some fresh air?”

“Yeah…”

“Okay. Let me get my jacket.”

After putting on a jacket and shoes, Sam headed to the main room, Gabe slowly following behind him.

He noticed Gabriel was holding his arms nervously, so he extended his hand, which Gabe took.

“Thanks…” He mumbled shyly.

“Mhm.”

They stepped out into the chilly night air, snow crunching under Sam’s boots. The cold didn’t affect Gabriel, so he was still just in a t-shirt and jeans out in the snowy weather.

The sky was clear for once, it had been snowing nonstop lately.

“Any better?” Sam asked, breath visible as he spoke.

“I… I think I’ll be okay in a minute.” Gabriel replied.

“...Do you wanna talk about the nightmare? Or would that make it worse?”

Gabe hesitated for a moment before reacting. “...We… Were in the kitchen, and the alarms started going off like they did when he came back for me. The rest of you disappeared suddenly, just, into thin air. I was panicking, because Asmode-- he… He hadn’t even shown up yet. I was just standing there, waiting for something to happen. He kinda just, popped up next to me all of the sudden, and he grabbed my arm so I tried to hit him, and that’s when I woke up.”

“Oh, jeez.” Sam sighed. “I’ll try and find a different way to wake you up so I don’t scare you.”

“Is that so?” Gabriel replied, a stupid smirk appearing on his face.

“Oh my god, you’re such a shit sometimes.” Sam laughed.

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure when my father created me he just gave up on the personality and dumped all the sarcasm and stubbornness into me.”

“...I wouldn’t say that.” Sam replied.

“Why’s that?”

“Because... I think you have a lot of personality; which includes you being sarcastic and stubborn.”

Gabriel was quiet, but his chest became tight. He wasn’t sure how to respond. “I… Um… Th-thanks.” He chuckled nervously as he seemed to curl into himself a bit.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I just… Sorta… That was… Uh… That was swee-- Nice of you… To, y’know, um, say.”

Sam took Gabriel’s hand again and intertwined his fingers with the angel’s.

Gabe’s cheeks prickled with a soft heat. His emotions fell somewhere between embarrassed and excited. He sighed contently, as he couldn’t recall feeling safer than the times he was with Sam. He couldn’t explain it, but Sam was like some kind of blanket that made him warm and comfortable. Maybe it was because it was Sam who took care of him the most when he was returned to the outside world, but the minute he first met Sam, he did find him pretty hot and charming. He had to admit, he liked him from the get-go. While it was true that he’d always known about Sam Winchester due to his ties with being the vessel of an archangel, he hadn’t truly developed feelings for him until that day at the college campus.

He wanted to say something nice to Sam, he knew he hadn’t really thanked him properly.

“Nerd.” He managed to mumble.

Are you fucking kidding me, Gabriel?! He thought to himself. You ruined it… Say something better!

“Takes one to know one.” Sam replied.

Gabe hid his face with the one hand he had available, and although Sam couldn’t see, he had his wings curled around him.

“You’re too good, you know that, Sam?” He managed to say. “Nobody has actually… Like, cared for me the same way you have.”

Sam looked at the ground, thinking. “I’m trying, but, I… I’m a little afraid I’ll hurt you.”

“Huh? Why?”

“Every time I get close to someone, they get hurt. And often if it’s… Romantic, they end up dead.”

“You think they’re dead because of you?”

“...A lot of people are.”

“Sam,” Gabe said, turning to the hunter. “That’s not your fault. It’s kinda on your resume that you’re gonna bite off more than you can chew sometimes.”

“I know, but--”

“It’s not your fault, and it never will be. You’ve never intentionally screwed things up.”

“I’ve still made a lot of mistakes.”

Gabriel sighed, expression dimming. “We all have. That’s just how it is.”

Sam didn’t respond, he seemed lost in thought, and cold.

“We should head back inside.”

“Yeah, okay.” Sam replied.

---

Morning rolled around not long after, but there were a few more hours of sleep.

Once Sam woke up, he yawned and flopped over to be greeted by Gabriel’s tired eyes.

“Mornin’.”

“Gabe?” Sam mumbled.

“Didn’t wanna sleep again. And this bed is more comfortable.”

“...They’re all the same mattresses.”

“I know.”

Sam let out an amused sigh. “Morning, Gabriel.”

“You got great bedhead.” Gabe laughed shallowly.

Sam ran a hand through his hair to smooth it out. “Yeah, that happens.”

Gabe reached over and ruffled Sam's hair. “...It's cute.”

He hesitated for a moment before laying his hand on Sam's hand.

Sam intertwined their fingers and gave a tired smile.

“You never went back to your own room, did you?”

“No…” Gabe admitted.

Sam chuckled softly. Looking at Gabriel, at his soft gold hair, and his sleepy whiskey eyes, he realized that he actually loved him. Sure, he cared for him before, but it was different now. He loved him, and he hoped to god that Gabe felt the same. Even as they held hands he still was curious: was he just around for the one time things he always did, or was he actually here to stay, to be with Sam?

“You're thinking too much.” Gabriel said quietly, meeting Sam's gaze

“Are you reading my mind?”

“No, but I can sense emotions; kind of like an empath, but, y’know, archangel.” Gabe replied. “You're wondering if I love you back.”

Sam tensed slightly. He had no idea how to respond.

“I heard your prayers. I heard you were in a bad place. I got my ass out of the empty because you weren't okay. I've been with you ever since.” He moved closer and kissed Sam gently. “Does that all answer your question?”

Sam smiled contently, reaching an arm out and pulling the angel closer to him. Gabe nestled his head into Sam's shoulder and sighed, holding into the hunter's shirt and closing his eyes.

“My question is,” Gabe began. “Why?”

“Why what?” Sam asked.

“Why do you… Love me? Why do you care about me?”

“Because I just do. I… Thought you were kinda cute the first time I met you, but I couldn’t really say anything at the time.”

“All I’ve ever done is hurt you, Sam.” Gabriel replied, slightly curling into himself.

“What? How? Last I checked, you’ve saved us over and over; even when you had the choice not to.”

“I killed Dean over a hundred times, and…” He took a deep breath. “Damn it, I saw what you went through after he died on the Wednesday after, you barely slept, you… You pulled a bullet out of your stomach and stitched the wound alone. You were reduced to being able to kill Bobby just to talk to me. I fucked up so bad.”

“Gabriel.” Sam said.

Gabe looked up at the hunter meekly.

“I forgive you.”

Gabriel paused for a moment, and then he burst into tears.

Sam pulled Gabe a little closer to his chest and rubbed his back. He'd never heard Gabriel cry, he'd only heard him yell a few times, but that was nothing compared to this.

He did his best to comfort him as he cried into Sam's shirt, the deep breaths in between sobs rattling his body.

He knew what Gabe was thinking, how he felt like he kept messing up more than achieving things, like he hurt people more than helped them, because those were feelings Sam knew all too well.

Gabriel eventually calmed, followed by him acting uncomfortable and admitting he hates crying and felt awkward violently sobbing in Sam's arms; for lack of a better word, it had been several billion years since anyone had offered him genuine comfort like that aside from Sam taking care of him after he escaped Kentucky Fried Demon.

At around 9, they entered the kitchen to find Dean sitting at his computer chugging coffee while chatting with Jack. Jack had a mug too, but wasn't much of a fan of coffee, so he opted for hot chocolate instead.

“Oh, hi Gabriel!” Jack exclaimed. He jumped from his seat and rushed over to the archangel. He paused for a moment.

“Is it okay if I hug you?”

“Yeah, knock yourself out, kiddo.”

Jack hugged Gabe for just a moment, just short enough that it didn't end up being weird.

“I never really got a chance to meet you before.”

Gabe nodded. “I really should try and catch up with you people when the fate of this world or another isn't hanging in the balance.”

“Ain't it always?” Dean joined in with a sarcastic laugh.

“Feels that way.” Sam replied.

“Hello, Winchester Bros. What apocalypse happened today?” Gabe said.

Jack gave a wholehearted laugh.

“I found a case.” Dean interrupted. “Some girl was found by the forest at her college campus with her heart ripped out. Another guy got attacked by a 'human with rabies’, but his friend hit it with his car, to which it apparently just got up and ran away.”

“Sounds like a werewolf to me.” Sam replied. “When do you wanna go?”

“Woah, hold on.” Gabe said. “You just passed out from lack of sleep and not eating, I don't think you should be hunting.”

“I'm fine, Gabriel.” Sam argued. “I've had worse.”

“There's always a 'worse’ with you people.”

“I'm just saying I can handle things myself.”

Gabe threw up his hands. “But you shouldn't.”

“It's not a big deal, Gabe.”

“I'm talkin’ to a freakin’ brick wall… At least let me go with you.”

“First off, hell no.” Dean grumbled. “Second, when did you become such a team player?”

Gabe grimaced at Dean. “Maybe I just want some fresh air, Dean-o. Being stuck in the infinite abyss for a year doesn't improve social skills.”

Dean rolled his eyes. “Right… I'm not letting you in my car.”

“Come on, dude.” Sam replied. “You think he'll turn it pink or something?”

“Don't give him any ideas! I wouldn't put it past him, anyways.”

“I think Gabriel wants to go because he likes Sam.” Jack chimed in.

The room fell silent.

Gabriel chuckled nervously. “Uhm… What, uh, what makes you say that, kiddo?”

Jack tilted his head to the side slightly. “Castiel said something about me being an empath… I can tell you like Sam.”

“Excuse us for a minute, Jack.” Dean said through gritted teeth.

Jack nodded and left the room.

Dean turned his attention to Sam and Gabriel as the footsteps faded out down the hall. His attention was mostly focused on Gabriel, however.

There was a long, heavy and uncomfortable silence.

“Is there something we’re supposed to be saying…?” Gabriel spoke up nervously.

Dean suddenly looked furious. “Yeah! I think you should be explaining--”

“Dean!” Sam cut him off. He took a deep breath, looking back and forth between the two of them. “Dean, do you remember the conversation we had, about a week ago, I think?”

“How am I supposed to know?” Dean huffed.

Sam swallowed his anxiety. “I told you how much I regretted leaving Gabriel to die. That I missed him...”

Gabriel watched closely as Sam spoke.

“That I had feelings for him. You said we’d figure it out, so why are you so angry now?”

Another silence fell over the kitchen, but this time it wasn’t uncomfortable or awkward, it was just shock and anticipation of answers.

Dean was clearly trying to say something, but he couldn’t quite get it past his lips.

“You hate me.” Gabriel said. “You hate me because I killed you. You hate me because I left Sam alone. You hate me because I’ve never been enough for you. You’re just holding it back because you know how Sam feels.”

Dean’s jaw clenched harshly. “You’re reading my fucking mind?!”

Gabriel gave a small nod in response.

“Why?” Sam asked.

Gabriel turned his full attention to Sam, expression softening. “...I knew he’d say it eventually. I’m not holding anything against him, but him not saying anything was just delaying the inevitable.”

Dean stood up and approached Gabriel, looking like he was ready to beat the living hell out of him. He raised his fist and threw a punch that landed with a hard crack.

But it didn’t hit Gabriel.

Sam groaned and held the side of his face with one hand, wincing at the pain. He’d thrown himself between the two at the last second, taking the hit intended for Gabe. And it was a hard hit. Sam could tell just how angry Dean was by the pain he felt in his jaw.

“Fuck…” Dean whispered.

“What the hell-- Sam! Why did you do that?”

Both Dean and Gabriel’s stomachs flipped as Sam spat out a small amount of blood.

“WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?!” Gabriel screamed at Dean.

“WHAT ABOUT YOU?!” Dean yelled back. “YOU CAME BACK AND SCREWED EVERYTHING UP AGAIN!”

“Stop…” Sam heaved out, but it wasn’t audible through the yelling. His vision was blurry and the room seemed to spin.

“YOU DIDN’T EVEN REALIZE HOW SICK SAM WAS!”

“AND HE PASSED OUT WHEN YOU GOT HERE!”

“THAT HAD NOTHING TO DO WITH ME! I WAS TRYING TO HELP!”

“Stop it…” Sam said again.

“YOU DON’T EVER HELP US! YOU SCREWED US OVER AT THE COLLEGE, YOU SENT US TO A DAMN TV WORLD, YOU FAKED YOUR DEATH AND RAN AWAY WHEN LUCIFER WAS TRYING TO TAKE OVER, AND WHEN YOU CAME BACK LAST TIME, YOU DIDN’T EVEN HAVE ENOUGH GRACE TO GET US TO APOCALYPSE WORLD BECAUSE YOU GOT CAPTURED AND TORTURED BECAUSE YOU’RE FUCKING STUPID AND SELFISH!”

“ENOUGH!!!” Sam bellowed. He had no energy after yelling that hard, and stumbled back to the floor.

Gabriel’s eyes were glossed over, expression fearful, he began to shake as he was unable to control flashbacks that were starting to flood his mind again.

Dean froze up, he knew the gravity of what he’d just said, but was at a loss for what to do.

With heaving breaths, Gabe ran out of the kitchen with insane speed. Dean stumbled over himself trying to see where the angel was going, but he was already down the hall and out of sight. He looked back at Sam, who was still completely out of it.

What did I do… Dean mumbled.

[heretoreadmyfics]

I Do Adore - A Sanders Side Fanfic

A/N: Hello! I'm here for all your fanfic needs! I made this Tumblr in the first place to read, but over complications on my program I used to share my fanfic on, I moved to Tumblr to write! But anyways, I’m Heretoreadmyfics. You may call me The Fandom Dolphin. I thought of it because I jump in and out of fandoms like a dolphin. I’m mostly a Sanders Side writer, and will probably move my most popular fanfic, Like Little Puzzle Pieces, to here as well. 

This fic is based off a song called I Do Adore by Mindy Gledhill. So credit goes to her for the idea!

This is a Prinxiety fanfic, it’s fluffy in the beginning but gets angsty in the middle. By the end though it’s tooth rotting fluff

Also this is my 200th post! *Insert party poppers here* Woo!

TW: Hiding, Confessing love, nagging thoughts, and crying.

AU: Human!AU and HighSchool!AU

Pairings: Romantic Princxiety and background Romantic Logicality

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 Virgil had been crushing on Roman for a long time.

And that was why he was here. He finally worked up the courage to confront him and tell him his feelings. Patton, his best friend, had been telling him since December to tell him his feelings but no matter how much he walked towards that front door, he kept turning back.

Patton had finally convinced him by coming with him, with the small price of Virgil having to sing, with him in the background playing ukulele.

After much convincing, he finally did it, which was perfect since Prom was coming up.

“Come on! It’ll be fun! I went with Logan last time! It’ll be fun with you two there!!” Patton protested, he was determined to have Virgil there, since he had never gone in the whole 3 years he had been there at the school, and Roman always went even if he didn’t have a date, mostly for the fruit punch. 

And after 2 months, It finally worked.

Virgil’s heart was pounding and with Patton behind him, it made him even more nervous. ‘What if he messed up’ ‘What if he said no’ ‘What if he avoids me and hates me after this’ His thoughts wouldn’t stop nagging him, no matter how much Patton pushed him. But the one thing nagging him the most was the question ‘What if he says yes’ ‘What if he did love me’ What would he do.......

He gently knocked on the door, secretly hoping Roman wouldn’t come. When he did Patton immediately started strumming, giving Virgil no change to run, hide, or stop and think.

He awkwardly smiled and started singing. “Everything you do it sends me, higher than the moon...”

When he finished, Virgil seemed to be crying, and before anyone could say anything else, he ran.

He couldn’t stay, it would make him panic even more.

He ran straight to his house, the only place he knew that Patton and Roman couldn’t find him. If he hid behind a bush or something else like that they would find him, but he needed space.

Logan, his brother, was reading on the couch and of course it scared him a little bit when Virgil just burst through the door, locked them, and slumped down in a pile of sweat.

“What happened this time...” Logan has seen this before, Virgil would do something a little too brave, then come home and hide.

After a long sigh from Virgil, he finally started “...Patton convinced me to confess to Roman..”

“Ah.. That explains it.” Logan seemed puzzled for a second. “Well, go upstairs, if they find you here they’ll bust the door down. Plus you’re covered in sweat.” The man gestured upstairs.

“Well o—“

“VIRGIL” the knocks on the door were HARD. Virgil bolted up the stairs, and Logan was left with everything else.

He unlocked the door and opened it, blocking both Patton and Romans view inside.

“What do you want” Logan sighed, seeing the annoyed, yet somewhat love struck popular boy, and the bubbly, yet confused, by who Logan was dating.

“We just want to know where—“ Patton starts but gets cut off by Roman, “WHERE’S VIRGIL! I NEED HIM RIGHT NOW.”

Romans voice was stern and commanding, trying to get threw Logan blocking the way inside.

“Sorry but I’m afraid you need to go. Virgil needs some alone time right now.”

Virgil peers from the stairs, seeing to what mess was going on from the doorway.

“WELL I DON’T C— VIRGIL!!” Roman ran, trying to get threw Logan, yet again, but this time, it worked.

Roman ran to Virgil, who was mortified and ran to his room, locking the door RIGHT in his face

“Sorry about him,” Patton apologized, which only made Logan blush a tiny bit. “It’s.. fine. Come in.”

“VIRGIL PLEASE I’M TRYING TO TELL YOU SOMETHING!!” Roman yells, at this point not really caring to how this could ruin his reputation. WHICH IS A BIG STEP FOR ROMAN.

“ROMAN!” Patton called up, sterning his voice and promptly ran upstairs.

Virgil and Roman continued to fight behind the doors that Virgil WOULD NOT FOR THE LIFE OF HIM unlock.

Patton tried to stop it nicely, asking them to stop politely, but when they wouldn’t stop, Patton yelled “STOP” at the top of his lungs.

Even Logan was startled by this.

“Ok. Virgil open the doors” he commanded, restraint in in his voice still there.

Virgil opens the door a tiny bit

“All the way.”

He opens it all the way

“Roman, don’t run into his room.”

Roman stays put

“Ok. Roman, places.”

Roman adjusts a tiny bit

“Ok. Go”

And with this Roman immediately switches from annoyed to theater brat. Immediately starting to sing. No restraint in his voice. Pure, perfect, singing.

He starts singing to the part of Be More Chill where Christine (under the SQUIP) confesses to Jeremy. (Part of the song “The Play”)

“You’re the guy I am so kinda into,”

He steps forward

“Guy I am totally into..”

He steps closer again

“This feeling is new...”

He smiles

“Virgil~~~ I. Love. You...”

Blushes from the two exchange, heart beats can be heard from a mile away, in which everyone didn’t know if it was Patton fluttering about this or the other two’s blushes turning into candy hearts.

And then...

Everything stopped for a moment.

“You do know that’s part of a song about people being changed from being under drugs right?”

“W-What?”

“Ah i’m jokin’ with ya, Roman. I was the one who ACTUALLY came normally instead of bursting my door open.”

“You are right about that, Virgil Phoenix Anderson”

“Though really, that is the whole premise of the musical Roman Kingston Prince.”

“SINCE WHEN DID YOU KNOW MY FULL NAME”

“When did you know mine”

“God I hate you”

”Love you too.”

“And they’re already acting like a married couple...”

“....Can we get ice cream?”

“Patton its snowing outside.”

“Snow cones?”

“Fine.”

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[hidden-otaku-stuff]

(1) Hey! So sorry for replying late, a lot has happened these past couple of days D: but I hope you've been doing good! (I say as if I've been gone for months aksjdf) anyway, yeah, they're definitely scary. I think it'll be worth being able to be that soft and open with someone though. And I'm glad it did have a positive impact on you! Even if they were hard you came out stronger or wiser in some way. And thank you, you're so sweet :') So do you hon ❤️

hey honeymoon! sorry for taking my time to respond, i hope everything’s been alright with you! 

(2) Terushima really does just seem like a big dork who loves volleyball haha. I feel like his initial vibe would make me not want to interact v much lol but once you get to know him he's actually a good person. and that tongue piercing tho 👀. "that one definitely hurts a lot more than Falling does" then I think I'm good for awhile hahaha. I've already read a sad hospital AU so I'm going to stay FAR away for now. Honestly I wish there was an interesting story behind it but there's not :')

(3) basically I had an art blog and the name of it was kind of a pun with the word "honeydew." but that nickname was already taken and I wanted to be ~original~ sso I didn't want to use it lol. I still liked the honey aspect though and I thought Honeymoon sounded cute. I'm also kind of a secret hopeless romantic and at the time I kept my identity on my art blog a secret, so it kind of felt like an "alter ego" of mine? long story short I liked the nickname and it kinda stuck haha

ok i mean, to be fair, he was super aggressive when he was meeting kiyoko. but i definitely feel like there’s that dorky side to him LMAO.

oooof idk if I can handle any angst rn tbh so i can definitely relate 😭 

that’s honestly such a cute story though??? like, that’s literally so freakin’ adorable. what type of art did you use to do? (and honestly girl, this whole blog is on the DL and i tried super hard to keep it hidden from my life LOL).

there’s nothing wrong with being a hopeless romantic though! it gives you a chance to day-dream hehe 💞 what’s your favorite romantic trope? it could be as cliche or non-cliche as you’d like! 

(4) "i’m sorry for being a sadistic fk 🥰" 😀 something tells me you're kind of not LOL (really though I know you're sweet and don't actually want to hurt people akdhf) and honestly I'm glad you decided to expand on it! Chapter one is also great as a standalone but I'm so grateful for the rest so far, and you're doing an amazing job with it love 💖 I understand the chara x chara thing. I don't know if I've ever actually shipped anything to the point of me /wanting/ it to be canon

(6) like, it'd be cool if it was, but I don't actually care y'know? unless it was actual romantic tension built up in the movie/book/series. Fanart and fic is what mostly got me lol. I think the HQ fandom is super diverse/creative in its shipping. Not only because of an incredible story with great characters, but great fans and creators as well. And yes! someone else who likes KuroIwa!! I think that ship is really cute (and they're my top 2 faves so I'm biased haha) have you seen neutinya's art?

i swear i’m nice 💞 thank you so much for the love!! 🥺 i’ve been having writer’s block for a bit, and your comments have honestly motivated me to write so much more for it LOL

i definitely agree though, like, i can’t aggressively fight for one ship over another because it’s literally just not canon. it just feels wrong to “shove that agenda”, so to speak. but it’s always interesting to see all the different character combinations. i never would’ve imagined half of the ones out there if not for this fandom LOL

neutinya’s literally why I have a thing for KuroIwa!! LMAO. i really like the art that they put out. same with bright_stars_45 on IG. Their stuff is literally why i ship Bokuaka soooo hard. 

(7) (did I skip 5?) I really hope I'm numbering those right it's 12:30 am here lol. anyway, it's probably a good thing you weren't in the fandom then. I don't know how it is now, but it was p chaotic and toxic and there was actually controversy surrounding one of those fics. I'm sorry about you and your sister love :( I don't know if you'd ever want to have a strong one with her but I hope you do if you do! and if not then there will always be people you share that with, blood or not 💕

LOL you did skip 5, but it’s okay bby 💖 it’s not too serious tbh. i’m not really close to my family, so i’ve always believed in the “my family is the one’s i choose, not necessarily the one’s i’m blood-related to” :) 

(8) Piglet has always been my fave, but Eeyore and Lumpy are also great. do you have any favorite characters or ones that mean a lot to you? and that's really cool too!! I know being mixed can get super complicated but knowing you have all of those cultures in you in some way is pretty amazing. Honestly I've been undecided for the past 2 years but after everything going on in 2020, I've felt this need to release the truth? no matter what that may be. I know a lot of people say journalism 

(9) isn't an honest profession but, and this will sound arrogant, I want to change that. Even if that just means me being an independent journalist while being an editor to make a living, I'm okay with that. Also it can give you the opportunity to travel, and writing has always been my strong suit. socio is so I can have a better understanding of the world and learn to be less biased and more objective and understanding. What about you? :O

my favorite Disney character is honestly Tiana from Princess and the Frog! her hard-working story is hella relatable to me, and it inspired me to be better for myself if that makes sense? 

TBH the most annoying part of being mixed is being called eXoTiC by guys who are tryna sleep with me 💀 there’s definitely a lot of fetishization about it lol

i hella respect that! the need to release the truth. journalism is honestly a raw and authentic profession that people underestimate because they read from biased sources or the things they read isn’t accurate. i have mad respect for you for following that career path! if there’s anything i could do to help, lmk love 💖 TBH, i chose business because i wanted to open my own business and i love psych because i love understanding the world and the people in my lives. psycho-analysing is one of my hobbies hehe. so similar as to why you did socio!

(10) and yes!!!! tbh I've always liked theatre but was never really one for the stage. I was in a child friendly version of macbeth in 6th grade and that was it lol. In my senior year of high school I performed a slam poem about my depression and my teacher called me emotionally constipated lmaoo. and because of how hs went down for me I never got to take classes anyway. I started getting into sfx/film makeup though and I really want to do that! I also just love the energy of backstage tbh

(11) this is getting really long akfdjh. but yeah I want to learn more! I'm actually kind of struggling in my stage management class right now because I honestly don't know much about theatre so it's overwhelming. I haven't even seen a lot of shows (I did see The Lion King when I was a kid though!! and a few hs productions). enough about me though, what's your favorite part, or what are some of your best memories? I love seeing that it makes you so happy :D

omg i’m so sorry that your teacher called you that. that’s so inappropriate, especially considering the subject matter. i hope that you’ve had a more positive experience involving your work since then. if you ever want to talk about your struggle, please feel free to reach out, ok? 

you must be pretty talented with makeup though! that’s so cool 🤩 i’ve always admired sfx and people who are talented with makeup tbh. what’s your favorite part about it so far? 

i was fortunate enough that my hs had a super talented theatre program that i could be a part of. i had the opportunity to be in both tech, management, and on-stage. i honestly really enjoyed being behind-the-scenes in the management part! it was so great seeing a production from start to finish and knowing that i was involved with that process. i’m a huge theatre nerd tbh 😅 i love watching shows like Phantom of the Opera, Hamilton, RENT and I’ll routinely watch them haha. 

[lowkeyimagines]

Average (Zach Dempsey)

From: 13 Reasons Why

Warnings: Nothing bad but self shame?

Summary: Zach likes you a lot, but you just a regular child, kinda chubby and not as interesting as others so you’re pretty dense then he tells you in the cutest way possible

A/N: Lol I am so sorry, this is my first time in forever to upload, idk I just have been busy with traveling then now school, and i try but sometimes writer’s block is just so?? But this goes out for Anon who requested a !Chubby Reader x Zach Dempsey a long time ago, sorry you had to wait so long. BUT IT IS HERE NOW AND MORE TO COME SOON. Btw sorry I posted this on my personal account so yeah, I’m still the original writer

It was an average day in an average town, with the same old people. Life hasn’t been the same since Hannah Baker died and as much as it hurts, You and Clay learned to move on. Clay is your twin and you’re both as equally close to Hannah.

Okay, maybe you were way closer, but that was because you’re a girl, and she liked your brother.

The tapes have been released, everything pretty much was the same. Except for some freaking reason, you started to like Zachary Shan-Yung Dempsey. Out of all people, it had to be him. Yes he was part of the 13 reasons why. But, your heart was always with Zach. It started since you both were grade school.

You were always one of the average kids. You weren’t as skinny as other girls, You didn’t fit in with any friend group, You were not a jock, nor were you a cheerleader. You didn’t fit in with the nerds, You weren’t an introvert. You just needed to find the people that were accepting no matter who you were. You and Zach lived in the same “faction” or neighborhood. In fact, you actually lived right next to each other.

Anyway, You and Zach went the same grade school. But even younger, Zach was still indeed, a jock. One day, You felt confident and wore a dress. You wore a nice sleeveless dress, it showed emphasis on my arms that had a little bit of flab.

“Ew, Chubs is wearing a dress” a boy from class started.

Zach threw him a glare and he immediately shut up.

You blushed at Zach’s actions, surprised that he of all people, was the one who stood up for you. You could feel the little girls glaring at you from behind, but you didn’t let that stop you from being happy

During break time of the same day, You went to go use the bathroom and as you passed by these girls they whispered loudly to each other “What an ugly dress”

“It makes her look mega fat”

“she looks ugly”

Those words brought you down and you started to cry. Zach comes closer and comforts me, telling me that he told the girls to back off and everything would be okay. And that’s when you thought you liked Zach

Sure a lot has changed. But he’s always had that big heart with him and I don’t think anything could ever change that. But ever since everything, we all slowly learned to be there for one another.

You head to school and greet everyone you pass by in the hallway. You weren’t popular you were just generally polite. You pass by Zach and his friends, and you notice Justin, elbowing Zach and Monty teasing him about something.

What the heck was that about? You shrugged and continued on. The bell rings and you walk to class, and for some reason, the only place left is next to Zach. As you walk to your seat, You see everyone grinning, even our teacher, Mr. Patterson.

“Hey Zach” You whisper sitting down. He seems tense and somewhat nervous. “H-hey” he stutters. You shrug and you begin writing notes that were already on the board.

You could feel people staring at me as you wrote but you chose to ignore it. Little did you know, The whole class just kept staring at you. Maybe that whole period, at least one person was looking at you.

What is going on? You started to feel self-conscious. You wore your jacket, trying to blend in a bit more, yet you were still being stared at. People would point at you then laugh amongst themselves and then you remembered grade school. You shake your head embarrassed and walk out the classroom

You walked to the cafeteria with your friends, not really paying attention to anything, just reviewing your notes with your friends. And for some reason, Zach’s friends are sitting just really close to yours. You shrug not really caring, I mean? The whole school is weird af today. “Y/n, What are you studying for?” Tony asks, sitting in front of me. “History” You reply not taking yours eyes off the reviewer. Clay sits next to you with a smirk. “Hey y/n/n!”

“Ah thus comes helmet” You tease hugging your brother. “Stoooop” he whines slightly annoyed. Skye walks over to us and drops her plate beside Tony. “What’s up with everyone today?” she grumbles. “I don’t know? Everyone has a weird vibe” You sigh massaging my temples.

Zach walks in the cafeteria looking for his friends, and once he sees them near us, he visibly tenses up and just walks out. “YO DEMPSEY WHAT GIVES?” Monty shouts after him. Justin runs out of the cafeteria looking for Zach. “y/n, I think I know what it is” Tony teases.

“What?” You ask intrigued putting your reviewer down

“A certain boy named Zach likes you” he shrugs

“Wha? No”

“Uh yes”

“Tony, I appreciate you playing ‘detective’ but there’s no way Zach will like me”

“Uhm, he does”

“No. He likes smart skinny girls. I’m neither of those things”

Tony looks at you frowning at your words “You’re worth so much more than your weight y/n/n”

“Why do girls feel so pressured to be someone they’re not?” Clay asks picking at his food. Skye kicks him under the table “Jensen! You did not just ask that” Clay shrugs in reply “I just don’t get it”

“Not everyone is as sweet as you Clay. People actually are quite rude. And this is just high school. You have to reach a certain standard in society to be seen as ‘pretty’ for some reason our society has standards for everything” You explain. Clay gives you a pitying smile but you just shake your head “No, it’s not bad, being a girl, you get used to it” You smile

“JENSEN” Your brother looks behind him to see Monty. You don’t bother looking because people usually refer to you using your first name. “Nah I mean female Jensen” Monty snickers. Clay shrugs tapping you. And you look up utterly confused. “What’s up Monty?” You ask raising your eyebrow. He laughs then turns away. “What the?” You shake your head and begin eating. “Jocks are the literal examples of weird assholes” Skye mumbles.

“Y/n, I think Zach really likes you” Clay begins as you to walk out of school. “Nah Clay, he’s just really nice” You sigh. You begin walking to walk to the parking lot and see Courtney talking to Tony. “Hey Court, what’s up?” You asked kinda annoyed that she was there. “Oh, I was just waiting for you, here! Bye Jensen twins, bye Tony, I have to go” She hands you a rose and with that, she walks away leaving you confused. You looked down at the note reading the sloppy handwriting

Roses are red

violets are blue

My stomach’s queasy

Whenever I talk to you

You blush at the note and keep it, holding the rose. “What’s this about?” You ask Tony while getting in the passenger seat of his car. “I don’t know, she never said anything” he shrugs.

As you begin to back up to leave the school, Marcus stops you. “DUDE?” Tony yells scared that he almost hit someone. “y/n/n, for you” he winks handing you a white rose and walking away.

Rose is now white

Which resembles what you bring, light

I love your smile

Seeing It, is worth while

Clay silently chuckles teasing you your whole ride home. You get to the house and there’s a pink rose stuck to the front door.

My love for you is pink

It makes no sense

But somehow always works

You take the rose, then keep the note then you change into your joggers and crop top. “y/n!” Clay calls from downstairs. You run down and he hands you a blue rose

Ha, now the rose is blue

Violets can be red

“Hey Zach”

Is the best thing you’ve ever said

You look at the note confused. So this was all Zach? Zach walks in the room holding a variety color of roses.

“Roses are red

but they can be blue too

 I really like you

 Can I call you my boo?”

Zach recites nervously. “Zach, I like you too” you whisper slightly self-conscious that he can see your tummy. “And for the record, you’re precious inside and out” he says snaking his arms around your waist and instantly making you feel more confident.

[delicatefury]

I’m doing a belated Evil Author Day

Because of work and family I missed it on February 15th, but I’ve got a few days off pretty much in a row, so I’m doing it now instead.

So what’s Evil Author Day? I give you a list of all my various WIPs, headcanons, plot-bunnies, and original works. You, from that list, give me a request for what you want to see written/expanded upon/explained, etc. I will then attempt to fill said request.

Why is it evil? There’s no promise of a follow-up. It’s read at your own risk. That’s right. There are no guarantees here. The scene I write may never make it into the finished work. I may never write a follow up. It may linger there in writer’s block hell for all time.

But still, it may also inspire me to write even more (or return to an au you’re interested in). So please, ask away!

Here’s the list of Star Wars fics and original works for you to choose from:

I tried to make them pretty. Fairly certain I failed.

Star Wars

The Dark Path Lit by Sun and Stars - if you’re following me and don’t know what this is... why are you following me? Go! Read it! It’s on AO3 and it’s Time Travel with Obi-Wan and the OT trio and it’s angsty and fluffy and adventure-y and it’s set in the clone wars and it’s most of what I write about so I’m frankly impressed that you don’t know what it is.

The Other Time Travel AU - I know people love this, but I’ve got very little written for it. Which makes it perfect evil author day fodder. The Other Time Travel AU (which I am not working on/which I am apparently working on) is another Time Travel story. This time featuring post-council chamber scene, pre-return-to-Naboo Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan, and Anakin meeting up with Master Obi-Wan, Anakin, and Ahsoka from the Clone Wars. Cue Anakin getting his head out of his ass (think of how many times he unfavorably compared Obi-Wan to QGJ when they fought), Ahsoka giving Qui-Gon the evil eye (”Who treats their padawan that way? Especially Obi-Wan?”), and a panicking Padawan Kenobi who is terrified at the prospect of what he’s supposed to accomplish in 10 years time. 

Hello Again (name is WIP) - when Anakin Skywalker is born, Obi-Wan Kenobi is flooded with dreams-memories-visions of a life already lived. One where the order falls (terrifying on it’s own), but where he’s also a Jedi Master, teacher of the fabled “Chosen One”, top negotiator, Council member, and High General. Only 15 and barely accepted back to the Jedi Order, he’s not sure if these are symptoms or signs. Honestly, given his track record up to this point, it’s possible he’s merely gone insane. Unwilling to risk his fragile place in the order, and convinced they may be just delusions of grandeur, Obi-Wan determines to keep this to himself and search for proof one way or the other. For the next three years, his confidence wanes, his saber ability falters as he finds himself conflicted between what Qui-Gon is teaching him and what his (maybe real, maybe delusional) future experience tells him. After the Mandalore mission, hope has returned. 1. Even if he coincidentally imagined a year-long mission in his delusion, there’s no way he could have coincidentally made up a woman like her. 2. Satine, convinced of Obi-Wan’s visions (and caring enough about him to promise to help regardless) has agreed to look into Anakin’s existence on Tatooine for his peace of mind. However, a newly arrived crecheling is determined to find his “very sad, very important person” who he has told Yoda, with all the strength and conviction of prophecy, is also “The Best Jedi Ever!”

The gaggle of other time travel au’s

TDPL but Anakin with Obi-Wan - a lot the same but a lot more snarking, a more confused Ahsoka, a lot of guilt, a lot of Leia passive (and overtly) aggressively making Anakin’s life a living hell, Artoo hovering protectively between twins and father, and a lot more throwing canon right out the window. Probably Obikin.

TDPL but Anakin instead of Obi-Wan - a lot more panicking. A very concerned Obi-Wan being brought up to speed (”but Father, it’s Ben. You have to trust him. Please?”). Watching Obi-Wan being slowly wound around the twins’ fingers. Confused Padme. Both droids being brought back. Ahsoka just kinda going along for the ride because of course her new master has children from the future. Why not? It’s not like anything else about her apprenticeship is normal.

JA meets Clone Wars. Bandomeer!Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon, with a few other temple initiates/junior padawans are swiped up by a Sith artifact. Anakin and Ahsoka do not know what to do with tiny, heart-broken Obi-Wan while Master Kenobi realizes that Qui-Gon was an ass to him as a child.

Alternate Paths - In one world the Master died, in another the apprentice. This difference greatly impacts the way the chosen one is raised. But there’s no way to tell how much it changes things. Until the two Chosen Ones swap places. Now Obi-Wan has to get his Anakin back, while Qui-Gon is baffled at his student’s newfound obsession with his lost padawan.

Another Qui-Gon lives! AU - he does, but the Council is not impressed with Qui-Gon’s track record with padawan’s. Sure, Obi-Wan turned out fine, better than fine, but can you really trust a man who, in order to free himself to take on a more talented student, dismisses the first Jedi to kill a Sith in a millennia as simply “capable” to train “The Chosen One”? Yeah, not risking it. So Anakin goes to the creche to await a better option, Obi-Wan goes on with his knighthood, and the Force is going to make these two become Master-and-Student no matter what it takes.

Original Works (I’m trusting you people):

Cold Iron - A steampunk, weird west faerie tale. Matthias is a lot of things. He’s the eldest child of five. He’s a talented mechanist. He’s a likely candidate to be a Champion of Light. He’s also a changeling child. A fae prince cursed (or blessed) with a soul, the two halves of his life are quickly coming to a head when his younger brother steps into a fae circle and is whisked away. Does he follow his newly formed conscience, his ties to his human family, or the power and loyalty of his court and fae siblings?

The Troll’s Wife - slow-burn romantic tale. When her town’s good fortune attracts goblin attention, “blessed child” Helen is offered up as a bride to secure the good favor of the Underland Court’s intermediary, a nameless troll. Gradually, the two come to care for each other, and when their union bears fruit, her “Eerie little husband” makes a deal of his own. He’ll return to the Underland Court in exchange for his wife and child surviving childbirth. Half a year later, Helen wakes up homeless, husbandless, childless. Failing to see the “blessing” of her missing family, Helen journeys to the kingdom of the fair folk, determined to win back her husband and child and to keep them once and for all.

Wild Song (placeholder name) - Last year’s NaNo. The life songs are leaving Griet. Rivers are turning sluggish, wildlife is fleeing, and the rich soil of heartland farms is turning into a dustbowl, slowly expanding to the kingdom’s borders. In this disaster, an unlikely duo escape from a private “facility” where the powers of channelers and maestros are investigated. Uriah is a caravaner, a member of a specialized clan who travel from village to village, helping to concentrate the green growing Song for planting and harvesting seasons during biannual festivals. Eli is his elderly, mute companion to whom he owes a lifedebt for helping him escape. But hidden in Eli’s past and his mysterious connection to the song may just be the key to Griet’s salvation.

Demon’s and Curses (placeholder name)  -  A native of modern Lighdvar, Sephie thought that she understood the rules of Skraan: 1. Don’t use your true name. 2. Don’t get too attached to the people. 3. Don’t ever give demons any quarter. The first rule was because you never knew who was an agent of Skraan, and you kept the happenings of this world separate from those of Lighdvar. The second was because time passes too differently between the worlds. It was nice that months-long campaigns only took days, but if you stayed at home for two weeks straight, you were suddenly dealing with a new generation of freedom fighters. The third was, welll…led by the evil Ishtari, demons were invading the human kingdoms, enslaving their people, and hunting down every Sorcerer and Druid, humanity’s best bet. It was up to travelers like Sephie to act as the Lighvarian Sorcerer’s agents in Skraan and to purge the demons from the land. Good plan, until the portal home opened in the middle of a climactic battle with Ishtari himself. Trapped back in Lighdvar for the time being, with a Demon Lord in tow, Sephie finds her understanding of the war in Skraan challenged on every front.

[queenharumiura]

Tagged Meme

RULES: answer the questions you’re given, write 11 of your own and tag 11 people.

Geebs, i’m super late to this because I was just... mia for a while because of reasons. Ahahahah

What is a small moment you’ve always kept with you?

To be honest, any time that I’m told someone enjoys threading with me, or my portrayal, it makes me happy and it stays with me. Literally. I screenshot things like that onto my phone so when I’m sad, I’ll go through my photo gallery to remember that there is at least one person out there that appreciates what I do.

Your favorite quote and what it means to you?

“Everyone is special in their own special way, even the unspecial ones.” I mean, I don’t know if it counts, since this was something that I came up on my own in middle school. I believe that everyone is special. Even if you’re someone who is ‘basic,’ you’re still special. It just takes a patient and understanding eye to look past the ‘basic’ stuff and see a person for who they are. If that doesn’t count… "History is written by the victors," is another quote that I tend to like. It really makes you think about the world. What you think is the truth may not necessarily be true to another person? There are always misunderstandings, or cover up stories, biases, etc. You could always try to look at as many references as you can when you try to form an opinion on something. That's how I feel personally so that quote is something I can relate to in some way.

Who is a fictional character that is most relatable to you and why?

Ah… I never really thought about characters being very relatable to me, but the only character that comes to mind at the moment is Haru. We have a few similarities, which can be found in our odd spoken quirks. She speaks in third person a lot, as do I. She also says things like ‘Hahi!’ a lot and I just make… odd sounds in general, ahaha. We’re both just very protective of people, especially of children. It doesn’t matter if we’re blood related or not, we just adore children and will look after them. I’m the eldest in my family and I’ve been around a lot of children, so I’m very protective of kids. We both have a bit of a temper. We both daydream a lot, it seems. I guess some of the other stuff goes into HC territory.

Who is someone you’d brag about to others?

I’m not really sure what constitutes as ‘bragging’ about someone, but if you’ve talked to me at length ooc, or if we’ve threaded before, there is a good chance I’ve talked about you. Off the top of my head, I can think of 5 people I've talked about fondly to people. I talk about my thread partners a lot. Wanna know if I’ve talked about you? It’s a SE-C-RET~~~~ jk, you are free to ask, I’m open book about it.

Where is your happy place? 

In any room with my laptop or my dog. 

What is your favorite thing about yourself? 

Um...I love the fact that I’m just a bitter person in general? So years of seeing my QUEEN getting bashed, has made me reach the point that Haru hate makes me love her even MORE. I FEED off the hate. So the more hate she gets, the more dedicated to her I get. I guess you could actually chalk that up to loyalty, maybe?

( khr ) Why do you associate yourself to a certain flame? 

I think when I’ve taken various quizzes I’d get Rain or Mist. I do like to stay out of arguments of any kind, and I just like to talk to people to help them calm down if they’re upset. I guess I just like the calm? I’m very easily swayed by people’s emotions, so if people are upset around me, I’ll also feel upset. If someone is sad around me, I’ll feel sad in relation. I kinda just like to wash away things, I guess. When in an argument, I kinda just want to lead things to neutral ground again. I don’t like fights. It’s emotionally exhausting to me. As for the mist, I feel like I get the mist at times because I hide a lot? Emotionally, I can get pretty erratic, but I struggle to really express it. I like to hide behind a general emotion of happiness or just neutrality. I hardly will talk to someone about my feelings because I don’t like to do so. It stems from the fact that I was never allowed to have an opinion or emotions, so it became me struggling to express my feelings. So there are a lot of times that I get hurt by things done or said to me, but I won’t say anything. Sometimes I’ll just hide behind indifference or something. One reason I daydream a lot is to just escape from things. I dunno, that’s the best explanation I could come up with.

What’s a trait you’d like to pick up if you could? 

Self-confidence, probably?

What is something from childhood that helped shape the person you are?

Ehh… I mean I guess if I don’t go into specifics it should be okay? Maybe? Something that helped shaped me into the person I am today is just being bullied in school in general and having a friend try to kill me in middle school? Funnily enough she was who I thought of as a best friend. Ahaha. Welp.  

If you could glimpse years into the future, would you? 

No, I wouldn’t. It’s certainly stressful to not know where you may end up in the future, and it’s scary to know that one action could change the course of your life, but it is because of that fact that I have to take my actions more seriously. Nothing is guaranteed, and so I have to try to reach my goals. The mystery is what helps you feel anticipation about what is to come. Mainly, I don’t want to risk looking into the future to see that I’m unhappy. I’d rather live out my life unaware than to possibly live dreading an unhappy future.  

How would you describe your fashion style?   

I’m not sure if I have one. Is Lazy/comfortable a style? I kinda just wear whatever is comfortable. Though, I can say that I do tend to stick to cool colors. I love wearing gray, silver, greens and blues. I’ll rarely be seen wearing pink/reds/yellows. If you show me clothes that have studs or zippers, I’m there. I also tend to like off-shoulder clothing but I don’t really wear em myself very often.

tagged by: @amaterasuko​ tagging: I don’t know who to tag who hasn’t already been tagged and I know some people don’t like being tagged but I can’t remember who so i’m just gonna do the ‘tag  yo’self’ kinda thing. 

NEO’S QUESTIONS: (i)If you had the chance to choose one thing, what would you change about your muse(s) canon-wise if there is anything? (ii)On a scale to 1 being ‘I hate them’ to 10 being ‘I love them,’ how do you think your muse(s) would rate you? (iii)My ever classic question: if you had to live in a fruit, what would you choose? (iv)When you come across a writer’s block/lose motivation to write, how do you resolve this? (v)Altogether, how many pets have you had? Feel free to include names/descriptions if you wanna! (vi)Is there a message that you wish for all your followers to hear from you? (vii)Why did you pick up your muse(s)? (viii)What part of your portrayal do you think is unique to the way you write them? (ix)Is there something you’ve been dying to try out plot-wise with your muse(s) recently? (x)What is something that most people don’t know about you?