#yes there is no tag list i’m so sorry it’s because i still haven’t actually gotten around to doing it

[harrywavycurly]

Trouble Next Door Part 21: Practice Date

Masterlist: here

TW: None

Tag List: @sinczir @rach5ive @bruher @kellyxo1 @tiannamortis @makingmunson94 @angelina16torres-blog @tlclick73 @gretavankleep37 @melaninjhs @amira0303 @robyn-118 @jaydaaasworld @squidscottjeans @rockstarmunsons @alanamarie @dandelionnfluff @aol19 @eddiesguitarskills @vampdaisy @br66klynbaby @raven-rust @daisyridleyyyy @i-love-ptv @josephquinnsfreckles @mrsjellymunson @hideoutside @eddiemunson-fanfic @paprikaquinn @burns-in-the-sun @cherrycolas-things @exploding-bonbon @krazyk99 @idkbbyx3 @amberpanda99

A/N: I included this as a regular part because it’s important to the storyline, also…y’all might not like how this ends but please just have faith in me I know exactly where this story is going and how it’s gonna end✨

“These…are for you.” “Oh Eddie these are so pretty thank you…uh please come in while I put these in a vase.” “You’re so kind…uhm so…how was your day?” “It was good I finally got the box of Halloween stuff down from the attic.” “I told you’d I’d help you get it…all you had to do was wait for me.” “You know I don’t have the patience for that…how was your day?” “It was fine…Henderson’s mom’s minivan is a fucking nightmare to work on but I got it done.” “I swear she just messes with stuff to make it stop running just so she can come and see you.” “You’re so delusional…you ready?” “Yeah…let me grab my purse and we can go.” “Now before you say anything…I talked Rick into letting me borrow his car…figured your first date back on the town deserved something better than my run down van.” “Oh don’t be silly Eddie I love that van…uhm…Did you clean it?” “Oh course I did….as if I’d let you sit on anything that belongs to Rick without bleaching it first.”

“Why are you looking at me like that?” “I haven’t seen you this dressed up since your wedding day…is that a bobby-pin in your hair?” “You’re so annoying…I just wanted to look nice…and yeah they keep my hair from falling out of the bun…” “sorry..you look good Eddie that’s all I’m trying to say.” “Thank you…you look nice too…I always like when you wear that shade of green…it makes your eyes stand out.” “So…what happens now? After the obligatory complements?” “We just talk you weirdo.” “Okay…uhm…oh do you remember when you knocked on my door for the first time when we were like eleven to ask me if I wanted to play?” “Yeah…you practically threw yourself off your steps and into my arms you were so excited.” “I just was so happy to finally have a friend…who would’ve thought we’d still be friends after all these years? It’s crazy right? Friends don’t normally last this long…we haven’t even had a real fight before.” “Uh excuse me? Yes we have.” “Don’t start.” “Don’t start? Why? Because you still know that I’m right and you refuse to admit it?” “You’re not right…you’re extremely wrong and I’ve proven it to you time and time again.” “He wasn’t the first kill because we don’t know if he was dead by the time she actually died.” “Of course he was dead! They gutted him from the back! She was alive way after he died.” “You’re just so wrong because it takes a long time for someone to bleed out like that…he was totally still alive when she was dying.” “I know you want to believe that she was the first death in Scream but she just wasn’t…she watches her boyfriend get killed that’s why she starts to freak the fuck out!” “No she freaks out because a killer is threatening her on the phone and she just watched her boyfriend get stabbed….not die.” “Edward James Munson you know damn well he was dead!” “Shhhh! This is a fancy ass establishment you can’t go shouting about dead people.” “I need another glass of wine…”

“What are we doing here?” “It wouldn’t be an outing for us if we didn’t make a pit stop at some swings…” “will you push me?” “Aren’t you too old to need me to push you?” “I don’t need you to push me Eddie…I just like it when you do.” “fine…so…how’s it going so far? Feel like you could do this again?” “I’d give it an eight out of ten…and yeah I think so…it’s not as scary as I thought it was going to be.” “You thought a date with me was going to be scary?” “I just…I was nervous.” “Why? It’s just me…nothing to be nervous about.” “That’s true…what about you? Could you do this again?” “Oh yeah…I could totally do this again…maybe not the swings though..that’s just an us thing.” “Damn right it is…I better not hear about you taking anyone else to the park besides me or I’ll be upset.” “You’re so dramatic after a few glasses of wine.” “You love it though.” “Yeah…I do.”

“Ah here we are…home sweet home…mind if I come inside?” “That’s so bold of you to ask on a first date Edward.” “I’ll pour you some more wine….” “Okay you can come in then….” “Red or white?” “White please…I had a really good time tonight…thank you.” “You’re welcome..I’m glad you had a good time…I enjoyed it as well…what? Why…why are you looking at me like that?” “Are…uhm…are you…are you in love with me?” “What? Why…why would you…uhm…I..uh-” “oh god-” “No no no don’t…don’t walk away…I just wasn’t…why did you ask me that?” “Just forget it…I’m sorry…it’s the wine…I’m not making sense…I’m so sorry I shouldn’t have-” “yes.” “Yes?…yes what?” “I’m in love with you.” “No you’re not.” “Yes…yes I am.” “No you’re not…you would’ve told me…you…you would’ve said something.” “I’m…saying something now…doesn’t that count?” “I…I don’t know…what to say.” “That’s okay.” “I can’t…I can’t do this Eddie I can’t…I-” “hey it’s okay…please don’t cry….” “I think.. I just uhm…I need some space…I’m gonna go-” “no no I’ll go..you stay here I’ll uhm go stay at Wayne’s…just…I’m sorry okay? I didn’t…I didn’t want to tell you like this….please know that I don’t expect anything in return I just…it’s out there now so…we have to deal with it.” “I can’t deal with it right now…” “and that’s fine…I’ll uh go to Wayne’s and…maybe I’ll come by tomorrow and…we can talk about it?” “I’ll call you.” “Okay…yeah that works too…uhm…goodnight?” “Goodnight…tell…tell Wayne I said…hello.” “Yeah I’ll uhm..I’ll do that.”

[ofaatuu]

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Ronal x Tonowari x poly!reader

part 4! Part 1 here, part 2 here, part 3 here.

it’s been so long I’m so sorry guys I got super duper busy with work, but I’m back! Words spoken in blue is spoken in Navi. And words in this is basically you talking to yourself.

You heard norm and max bickering over some bs while you were eating your breakfast when you get a call from Jake. “this is Y/n speaking, what’s up Jake?” You say answering the call, “hey y/n are you guys checking up on Kiri today?” You sigh “not sure why what’s goin on?” “She said she’s been having some weird dreams lately and I was wondering if norm and max can come check up on her.” “Got it, bye.”

“Normmmm, Maxxxxx.” You say while walking the halls of the lab, you enter a room and see them standing next to your avatar. “What Y/n.” “Jake wants a checkup, sayin Kiris having some weird dreams.” you mumble out while cleaning the inside of your nails, “alright we’ll get ready we’re heading over soon.

You wake up and find yourself in your avatar. As you head over to your beloved aircraft you see norm and max loading equipment in and offer to help. “Yeah actually thanks, can you go grab the rest of the stuff in the lab room?” “Got it.” You run to grab it and run back. As you’re setting the stuff in the aircraft your stomach starts to bubble with nerves, you haven’t seen Ronal or Tonowari in a few weeks and it’s nerve wrecking seeing them again. Ronals big yellow eyes.. Her thick course hair, don’t get me started on Tonowaris hair, you think about his big ass arms and beautiful tattoo work on them. Just like yours, when you were 18 you decided you wanted a tribal tattoo just like your father and got it as soon as you could. After thinking and snapping out of your haze, you jumped into the front pilot seat and asked the two nerds if they were ready, they replied yes and you started the aircraft named “Mahina”, by you of course and took off.

As soon as you got their multiple navis gathered, still very interested in the aircraft after years of seeing it. You unloaded things for Norm and Max set it into Jake and Neytiris mauri. You felt the same set of burning eyes on the back of your head, but didn’t look back yet. “Hey guys, how’s everything?” You ask trying to make conversation because it’s too quiet.. “good, what about you Y/n?” Jake replied seeing what you’re trying to do and giving into it. “Could be better.” like sleeping..

You then turn around and see Ronal. You smile nervously at her, just like how you did when you first ever met her. You walk over and greet her, “Hello Ronal, how are you?” You say trying not to make eye contact with her big ass eyes.. kind of hard to do, “Demon, it’s been long, where have you been? How’s that big cut on your shoulder? Have you been growing your hair? Are you staying the night here at the reef again? “Do you wish to sleep in our mauri?” Your eyes widen as you’re bombarded with so many questions, “woah slow down tsahik, yes it’s been awhile. Yes I’m staying here for awhile, me and my partners need to stay for kiri due to her dreams being a long-lasting test their running. And I am growing out my hair thank you for noticing.” She notices your gaze is focused on her nose and not her eyes. “Demon is something wrong? Why will you not look me in the eye?” “It’s nothing Ronal, how’s Tonowari and your children?” “Their fine, come to my mauri let me look your gash.” As you’re walking to her mauri you start sweating, this is so nerve wrecking and you don’t know why. As your getting checked you hiss due to her pressing on the gash, which turned into a scar very quick. “The paste worked. I told you it works on everyone.” you continue to talk to her as you hear the mauri flap being opened by no other than Tonowari, “Hello syulang.” great another reason to sweat even more.

translations; Mahina; Moon, Syulang; flower

ughhhh it’s been so long since I wrote, sorry if this was rusty. tag list! @sakuuo @zoexme @ellabellabus07 @yeosxxx @im-in-a-pansexual-panik @ratchetprime211 @musictheatrenerd16 @unicornicopia1 @manumanulau @belos-simp69 @weepingwhitchofthewest

[agust28]

love in the grocery store 2

pairing jaehyun x reader WC ? tags fluff Notes Sorry for the parts I didn't want to but Tumblr had a limit :( Also I literally rewrote the plot like 5 times and have at least 7 drafts In my notes. I wasn’t sure how to link part 2 on the part 1 post sorry again :(

Not even 2 weeks later you find yourself going back. Okay, to be fair, prices were getting outrageously high! You couldn’t keep convincing yourself that splurging on the groceries was better than going back to the forbidden store. Your mind constantly being reminded of the cute employee might have also played a part in the decision, but you’ll never admit that. You had to prep yourself in the car for about 20 minutes before actually entering the store. It sadly didn’t work because as soon as you walk in you wanted to walk out. Think about the prices, think about the prices, think about— “Excuse me,” an annoyed customer shoves you aside. “Sorry,” you squeak out, already embarrassing yourself, and you haven’t walked 5 feet into the store! You exhale before grabbing a cart, which did not fight this time, and head in. You look around trying to spot the cute employee from last time but no luck. You don’t know whether to be disappointed or relieved. Shaking your head, you remember why you’re here, and that’s to get groceries and head out. No detours! Most of your list has been crossed off except for the milk. It was a bit difficult to navigate since you were so used to your old grocery store. You're about to turn the aisle when you accidentally bump into someone. “Sorry! I—” you look up, and it’s like déjà vu. Before your mind can melt into a puddle, he speaks. “Oh hey! You’re the girl who fell into the carts!” His face of surprise morphs into concern. “Are you okay now? You didn’t look too good last time.” Speak, woman, speak! “Yes! I’m okay!” You say a bit loudly, startling him from your enthusiasm. Please universe, just let me shop in peace! “Ah, that’s good! You ran out before I could get a good look.” You look away from embarrassment, hoping this interaction would just end. “Yeah, uh, sorry, it was kind of embarrassing.” He smiles, watching your cheeks blush. “No worries, I totally understand! Well, I’ll let you get back to shopping.” He turns to walk away when you suddenly remember that you still need milk. “Wait! Where can I find the milk?” He turns around and tells you which aisle it’s in. “Or I could just show you? If you’d like.” He rushes the last sentence as if he expects you to turn him down. You nod your head yes, and he smiles widely at that. “Ok, follow me!” You follow next to him as he leads you both to the dairy section. You’re walking side by side when he takes a look into your cart. “You’ve got a cat? I love cats!” You smile brightly at that. Cute and an animal lover? You could melt. “Yeah, one cat and one dog,” you say, pointing to the dog shirt that’s also in your cart. You both continue to share your love for animals before he stops. “Well, this is the milk,” he points towards the wall of milk. You thank him and grab a gallon. From the corner of your eye, you still see the cute clerk standing near you, looking as if he has something to say. As you contemplate whether you should ask if something was wrong, he taps you on your shoulder. “Hi, I probably shouldn’t be doing this but um—” he stops to look around a little uneasy “sorry, I thought I saw my manager.” He breathes out and continues, “I was just wondering if I could have your number?” You’re taken aback because this is the last thing you imagined coming out of his mouth. He takes your surprise as disgust and immediately starts to backtrack. “Sorry! I just thought you were cute! And wanted to have your number to check up on you!” Now you're laughing. “Check up on me?” He sees your smile and visibly relaxes. “Yeah, you know that fall looked really hard. It'd be good to have my number just in case.” You smirk. “In case of what? I fall on your very dangerous carts again?” “Exactly!” He pulls out his phone and hands it over to you, hoping you'd agree to exchanging numbers. And of course, you do! You'd be crazy not to. The two of you exchange numbers and names and bid farewell. You step out with groceries that will no longer cost a leg and a new contact that you'll hopefully keep in touch with.

[theblackinnkeeper]

My top ten Danganronpa ships

Since it’s Valentine’s Day I decided that i should show my top ten Danganronpa ships for the world to see

Now here are some rules

One all of this is my own opinion if you disagree that’s fine but no harassment

Two I do not ship same sex couples for reasons I won’t elaborate on so if you don’t see your favorite slash ship on here then tough luck

Three these ships aren’t just ranked on personal preference but other factors such as screen time chemistry or others so that should set the tone now let’s get in

I’m also tagging @hopeymchope @freezethunder and @wydstepcat to give a list of your top ten ships (you don’t have to follow my rules)

Number 10

Nagito komaeda x Mikan tsumiki

So why do I ship these to together? Because Kodaka said they’re kokichi’s parents! UP YOURS KOMAHINA’S HAHAHA

In all seriousness these two make a surprisingly good ship because of surprisingly compatible both being some of the most mentally broken members of the class as well as nagito being one of the classmates to stick up for Mikan so there’s that and because there’s so much potential in the dynamics for this ship be it the nurse/patient dynamic or just being the insane couple. The one thing holding this ship back is the lack of interactions between the two which is why it’s so low on this list but this should be a good way to start the list right?

Number 9

Byakuya togami x toko fukawa

If your still reading this please put down the pitchforks and hear me out

So you’re probably wondering why I’m putting a ship like this well I’ll explain

As well all know togami starts the game off as a selfish jerk who only cares about winning and doesn’t seem to care about anybody and is more than willing to use toko as a tool for his amusement so with that in mind how could I ever ship something like this.

Well most of the appeal of this ship mostly comes from the development of the two characters in general.after Sakura’s trial makes him reconsider his preconceived views about bonds he starts to treat everyone slightly better and even gives toko a few compliments (which admittedly isn’t a bit much but hey it’s progress) and later in the series we see him actually sticking his neck out for other people so admittedly most the appeal for me stems less from their current relationship and more for what it might look like after both of their development which is why it’s low on this list and honestly togami’s insults don’t seem to bug me as much since toko seems to be enjoying this a bit too much

Number 8

Shuichi saihara x kaede akamatsu

You know it’s true love when you see a girly looking detective boy who’s scared of his own shadow fall out of a locker

In all seriousness these have a nice dynamic between the two partnering up to stop the killing game in the first chapter.kaede helps encourage shuichi out of his insecurities which makes it more tragic when she’s revealed to be the culprit through the rest of the game kaede’s death serves as one of shuichi’s biggest motivators throughout the game

Now as for why it’s so low we’ll most of their dynamic stays in chapter one so

Number 7

Miu iruma x kiibo

News flash lusty girl falls for walking tin can

With how raunchy and egotistical miu is I didn’t think to much of this ship when I heard about it added on by the fact the kiibo was a robot (sorry that was robophobic of me) and when I see they’re dynamic it’s surprising wholesome with miu showing genuine kindness towards kiibo and kiibo being the only student who isn’t gonta to be sad she died and I haven’t even talked about the “maintenance” so yeah number 7 good ship

Number 6

Nekomaru nidai x Akane owari

Ahh yes the gym couple

Nekomaru and akane’s relationship isn’t just fun to watch it’s also sad to think about with how much they spend training with each other (and how many sexual innuendos they have with each other) it doesn’t take long to see why people like especially when it comes to Nekomaru sacrificing himself for Akane and his death being Akanes big motivator throughout the rest of the game really shows how much these two mean to each other

Number 5

Sonia nevermind x gundham Tanaka

What’s better than one over the top edgelord two over the top edgelord

Sonia and gundham is one of the ships that pretty much everyone can agree one (save for the yaoi/Yuri fans and the kazuichi fans crying in the corner) with just how over the top they are together and their shared interest in the occult and much like with Akane gundhams death helps drive Sonia as a motivator for the rest of the story well what do you know

Number 4

Kaito momota x maki harukawa

The luminary of the stars and his murderous girlfriend

Kaito and maki is one of the ships that have one of the strongest developments in the series. Maki’s arc in the series revolves around her dropping the aloof assassin thing kaito is one of the biggest factors in it. Throughout the game kaito constantly tries to reach out to maki to get her to finally open up not only inviting maki to train but also pushing her to open up as well to the point of arguing with shuichi when it’s possible that kaito killed kokichi and tsumugi using kaito to break maki like she used kaede with shuichi overall this is one of the best ships in the series I just prefer these next three

Number 3

Fuyuhiko kuzuryu x Peko Pekoyama

One of the ships we all can agree on

Honestly this ship surprised me and I didn’t like it until further examination in the beginning we see Peko seem to know kuzuryu better than most but it isn’t until chapter two when the whole story comes out.we learn that Peko is fuyuhiko’s childhood friend who was raised to be both a servant and a hitwoman for the kuzuryu clans heir (fuyuhiko) and was raised to be a tool since birth however we know that her feelings for kuzuryu are 100% genuine and she will do anything for him even take a murder out of his own hands so she can take the fall for him but what if kuzuryu well this is best displayed in chapter two when he confesses that he didn’t care that Peko was raised to be a tool and just wanted to be with her and was begging for her not to go to the point where he tried to interfere with the execution and got slashed in the process. The amount of devotion between the two is fantastic and bittersweet and the same time when you have a couple so devoted to each other they are willing to face death for the other

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I’m not crying you’re crying!

Number 2

Makoto naegi x kyoko kirigiri

The hero and the heroine but which one is which

What can I say that hasn’t already been said these two probably have the most progressive relationships in the series from unlikely Allies to devoted partners these two have earned their place in the fandom

And now for my number one pick a tragic ship that was simply never meant to be

Number one

Hajime hinata/izuru kamakura x Chiaki nanami

This is probably the most tragic ship for me on this list by a pair with a bond so strong it transcends memory

The pair consists of a boy with no talent but wants one and girl who has a talent but sees no value in it and both end up positively impacting the other hajime started to realize talent isn’t everything and Chiaki starts to see her talent can be useful sadly thanks to someone beating(literally) it into hajime that he’s nothing more than a talentless scrub this leads hajime into the kamukura project and Chiaki suffers a tragic death impaled and betrayed by the person you loved most as she’s in tear because she didn’t want hajime to be talented she just wanted him alone (reminds you of another couple don’t it) but hajime’s love for her remains enough to get izuru to start shedding tears over her death

In 2dr2 Chiaki is hajime’s closest ally backing him up in trials and keeping him out of trouble all this comes to head when Chiaki is revealed to be the traitor and hajime is in the most denial he’s ever been in he doesn’t want to believe that his closest friend is the traitor but sadly is forced to do so

In the final chapter hajime’s memory of nanami is enough to inspire him towards the future and even helps deal the final blow to junko

Regardless of your stance on this ship its clear that these two have a strong bond that still persists regardless of it and that makes this my favorite Danganronpa ship of all time

Happy Valentine’s Day everyone

[vctrvn-ls]

ranking of the betababies + 6 guests

les gooooo

I SWEAR TO GOD IF SOMEONE COMES AT ME I WONT BE ABLE TO DEFEND MYSELF AHAHAHAHAHA….so plz don’t 💀

@kennysboxergf tanku for tagging me ☺️

11. Gib

uuhh yeeh not my type. ahaha I’m sorry guys someone has to go last! in my defense I barely watch him like at all and I haven’t seen him more than like twice w the BetaSquad and I’ve seen him once in the sidemen so I really don’t know anything ab this guy…

10. Darkest

alr plz don’t come at me, ik he’s gone mad up here but I j don’t rlly see it, he’s super funny and I like him but w everyone else that I’m rating he’s gonna have to be 10th sadly…

9. Johnny

guys he’s mad fine 😔 mad mad fine, but I have to put him here, cause charisma counts for me, it rlly does and like…idrk how to feel. don’t come at me guysss ik he’s v slay, I love him. But 9 is the place.

8. Chunkz

a little low? maybe, maybe. I like me a big boy, but again w everyone else he gon have to go here gurl, v v sadly but still. I love Chunky tho. he looks rlly good in white/gray colors like fr, I also love it when he wears beige like the suit he wore a month ago.

7. Deji

I’ve been watching the Sidy Sides more and more recently aaaand-HEAR ME OUT, he kinda u know (heehee) he kinda fine. Plus he’s so funny, like he’s got MY little sister humor , maybe that’s why I like him sm. Like actually guys when he’s j sitting there and not screaming he looks rlly good.

6. AJ

I’m not gon lie he’s only low bc of the others, IK THIS IS MY CONSTANT EXCUSE BUT GUYS srsly, like he’s super yummy and idec that he’s short, but he’s still a little…low 😭

5. Filly

Now this is where it gets interesting, my top five are v interesting. Filly is so so soooo fine in my opinion. Charisma, face, body like I’ll close my eyes on the height part but I can’t even complain cause he’s still a lot taller than me. Like acc when I first saw him I was like “FINE FINE FINEEE!!!”

4. Sharky

Yeeee the ladies man. Honestly when I first started watching the BetaSquad I didn’t even like pay much attention to him ahaha it’s sad Ik, but now I acc see him. He is soooooo fffiinnneeeeee!!!! I luv u Sharky btw (putting that out there)

3. Harry Pinero

Now now now. “Lisa why is this fossil so high up on your list?” Guys I have a response. I rlly like his face. That’s it. Also I just DONT GET the hairline joke, like yes ok the sides are a little pushed back but why everyone pissing themselves over it? Like Id bully smth else other than his hair. Idk maybe it looks worse irl but to me I see nothin. Also do I even have to mention how funny he is?? Like ye he a menace on dating shows but that’s j for YouTube, for real I feel like he’s super chill and acc genuinely super fucking funny. And fine…a little old…but fineeee

2. Kenny

Uummm he’s the man of my dreams honestly. Good style, super hot, hot, very hot and did I mention hot? Like when I see a photo of him my phone just magically disappears into my left hand while my right hand just…uh…goes to do it’s own thing. I mean I post Kenny edits 24/7 because HE FINE FINE.

1. Niko

Are we surprised? Haha. No. Nikos leng. Mad. Fucking. Leng. Like if I ever see him irl ppl are LITERALLY gonna have to hold me back. Despite me switching (or trying) to a Kenny girly Niko will forever be in my heart (I’m still sad ab the gf now that it’s official) he’s tall, good face, good curly hair, long ass fingers, big ass hands (auntie walk but that okkaaaayy!!!! It’s cause he got a big booottyyy!!!! It’s gooooooood!!!!!)

[gogandmagog]

Okay, cute! Tagged by @batrachised! Thanks so much for thinking of me, you’re the actual best!

1-How many works do you have on AO3? 

Aw, man. Not a single one. I’m on fanfiction.net, because I feel like it’s the best spot to find fellowship with other likeminded or book-based Montgomery readers. (At least for the Anne series.) 

2-What's your total AO3 word count?    Not a lot! I’ve written four weency sketches that don’t actually even count fully as stories, because there’s scarcely any plot, only niceties and overall sweetness. My word count is something around 6.7K, which is piteous, following batrachised! 

3-What fandoms do you write for?    Lucy Maud Montgomery. I’ve done a lot of Anne, and little of Emily. 

4-What are your top 5 fics by kudos?    I haven’t even written five! I’m probably unqualified for this whole list of questions. Is a kudo interchangeable with a follow? My most followed is the Smugglers Jug.

5-Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?    Yes, of course! If anyone has a fanfiction.net account, and they left me a comment, I’ve responded over private message, which is the vehicle that ff.net allows for such correspondence. It never feels like enough, though! In a perfect world, I’d be able to take you out for coffee or tea, as a way of saying thanks. Comments or reviews mean so much. 

6-What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?  

Angst? I don’t know her. 

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

Sincerely all of them. Anne and Gilbert are happy in canon, and all I even do are canon expansion/inserts.

8-Do you get hate on fics? 

Mercifully, no. I’d probably cry. I can’t imagine what inspires people to leave hateful comments. It’s fan fiction! It’s supposed to be fun!

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

Please, I’m blushing. I’m actually writing something right now (when I say ‘right now,’ I just mean that it’s a Word document I’ve glanced at in the last six weeks) that I’ll have to label as M! But it’s not all that explicit, and it’s really just something seen by a third party. And anyway, we’ll see if I can ever summon the courage needed to post it.

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

Not yet, sorry!

11-Have you ever had a fic stolen?     I don’t think so! Small potatoes. 

12-Have you ever had a fic translated?    One time someone asked me if they could "podfic" one of my works, but this is the closest I’ve ever gotten to such a thing. 

13-Have you ever cowritten a fic before? 

I didn’t even know that was a thing! I love it.

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

Walter/Una? Walter’s parents, too.

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

I mean… speaking of crossovers! I have about 2K words done of an Ingleside/the Alienist (they exist is the same time period, and only 1200 KM apart; in my brain this is totally feasible) crossover that sees an awful murderer land in Glen St. Mary, and Doctor Blythe being relied upon by Doctor Kreizler for professional assistance throughout. I might have the time to complete this when I’m 85.

16-What are your writing strengths? 

I think it’s a strength that I always want to be writing, isn’t it?

17-What are your writing weaknesses? 

I can’t stop writing run-on sentences. Like… think an entire paragraph that’s one sentence. I’m wholly aware that I do it. But I still can’t stop. I’m out of control, really. In other places, while it’s true I always want to be writing, I also can’t write unless I have the right pen the exact environment and circumstances that I feel are conducive to my best writing. (A desk, my favourite lappy, an empty house, pink noise, and a coffee.) If one small thing is off, I’m useless to my own endeavours.

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

I could do it in Lushootseed?

19-First fandom you wrote for? 

Lucy Maud Montgomery books. First I read for, first I wrote for, first I ever cared enough about to seek ‘more’ of. We can add ‘only’ here too.

20-Favorite fic you've ever written? 

Awoo, I don’t know! They all stress me out equally? No matter what, I’ll always think to myself, ‘yikes, I could have done that better.’ I wish this had asked for recs, though! I have a bunch of those.

21-Tagging:

@dandelionsandderivatives! 🫶🏻

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20 questions for fic writers

Oh! Hello! I was tagged by @pinkytoothlesso11 ! Thanks for thinking of me pinky! I’m kinda new to the whole fanfic scene so i really appreciate it! This was already a long list of questions to begin with but i fear i may have made it worse…

OH WELL HAVE FUN SPORT :}>

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

Unfortunately just 2, though I do plan to add a few more in the future as ideas flow. Might take me a minute ‘cause my schedule is just a little bit kinda sorta really swamped down with my main child which requires let me you, A LOT OF CARE DONT SIGN UP TO ADOPT KIDS PEOPLE IT’S NOT—

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

Phew. ummmm it changes very rapidly (because i’m a girl w suspected adhd and can NEVER be told to shut up) with every chapter but as of this moment is 228,665! wow! i don’t really know how great of a number that is but i’m sure it’s a lot! I told you I can never shut up! (-whispers- Hey kid, u want some dRuGs? i mean- an update? That itty bitty word count is about to take another not regularly scheduled mini-skyrocket so get ready for it ehehe ;})

3. What fandoms do you write for?

For now, just Trollhunters/Tales of Arcadia, mainly Trollhunters despite the fact that the first of the Tales of Arcadia shows that i watched and really enjoyed was actually 3-Below, but oh well my man is in Trollhunters sooooo oopsie but i DO have some random snippets of fics for Miraculous (rewrite), the Star Wars sequels (rewrite), Batman, some for the Dream SMP, and weirdly enough also Raya and the Last Dragon (rewrite). All of which i prolly wont ever post because i wrote them a while ago and yeaaaahhh not my best writing but if i get enough people other than my best friend wanting me to post them, i might…

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

uhhhh i dont actually HAVE five fics to my name, so i’ll just…put em in order (w their long-ahh title names):

Trollhunter!Strickler: Destiny's Ill-fitted Chosen

'A MiStAkE' because I haven't updated in ages--A Stricklake month 2023 prompt collection

but i am so happy for the people who have left so many kudos on my work it really warms mah little heart ❤️

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

Yes. At first, I sorta struggled with it (who the heck am i kidding i STILL do) but since my fic USED to be two times a week updates i would feel like i couldn’t respond to a comment left after i posted a new chapter so i might’ve left some comments in the earlier days unanswered, super sorry. Nowadays i make it a point to reply back to everyone in the order that they commented in because (anxiety makes me think if i don’t respond they won’t comment anymore and know that i love reading their comments and that they’re so amazing for actually taking the time to write something back AND I DO LOVE IT I PROMISE IT JUST TAKES ME A WHILE TO RESPOND—) …because it’s pretty chill to geek out w em and see they liked stuff that i loved to write! I do have a backlog of comments to get to i just end up overthinking everything to match the person’s energy to be sure they know i love em.

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

Unfortunately, i haven’t actually finished a fully-fledged fic to say it has the angstiest ending bUt definitely a contender would be chapter 1 of my 2023 Stricklake prompt collection because i just leave it on the sad note and don’t do anything about it because angst and because spoilers for my actual story fic that will eventually make it to that point.

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

Happiest ending, huh? I like to say that most of the things i will/have chosen to write end happy/hopeful because i hate when books/tv shows end bittersweetly it’s like i have enough with life itself being bittersweet most of the time let me be happy LET THEM BE HAPPY. But that doesn’t exclude me from providing the proper banquet of angst that ends in caretaking, my absolute favorite trope.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Oh heck no. I would be devastated honestly, but thankfully everyone who comments is always the sweetest and kindest people ever and really encourage me to keep going, for that i am only thankful.

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

No. Just no. I love romance but i am a minor, so i’ve never consumed smut nor intend to ever write it. Give me a soft romance and loving gestures, I can allude to greater happenings but not details.

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

I don’t, sorry. I don’t know something in me just doesn’t sit well with crossovers, for the life of me I don’t know why. Like genuinely i wish i could get into them but maybe it’s like food on a plate? i don’t like the foods touching each other so maybe the same rules apply??? yeah i’m drasticallydumb

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that i know of, no.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

I don’t believe so, and if someone did they’re in for a heck of a lot of work there…

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

Nope! I’d like to sometime but i have no idea how one even goes about making a co-written fic, on top of which i am a very sporadic person in terms of motivation and random ideas produced by a song i’m listening to while writing.

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

Stricklake obviously is a really big contender if not the winner, the ship that brought me to AO3, writing fanfics, and tumblr. But, if i had to pick other options i’d say Eugene and Repunzel from Tangled would be one of my ogs, another might be uhhh Chris and Aviva from Wild Kratts the og of the ogs.

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

Chapter 3 of my stricklake 2023 prompt collection, it just has a lot of moving parts and me and my best friend are chronic procrastinators and with the month pretty far gone it might just end up sittin’ there for the foreseeable future 😞 but who knows

16. What are your writing strengths?

Phew, that’s a dozy mainly because i’m not super sure. I’d like to think one of my main strengths is descriptions and really putting you in the mind of the character, i don’t really like spelling things out and i like a little investigating to get you where u end up, u know? I like to think my writing FEELS a little more like a show on a page rather than a true book, most to blame would be my maladaptive daydreaming taking up a lot of time in my planning for my writing.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Ah. How the turn tables. I would say that my weaknesses in writing mostly consist of me going a little *too* far into detail on meaningless things or making it too convoluted for people to understand, sometimes spelling it out is better in certain scenarios and i just really need to get myself past that. Another one i would say is that i go REALLY into detail not only in a sentence/chapter sense but also a complete STORYLINE sense, i hate time skips and i shoot myself in the foot wanting to completely document every moment of everyday w a character and hence it seems like a lot of time in universe hasn’t gone by. Trying to improve and grow tho 💪

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

Can’t wait to do more of it! Especially with Claire and her family (including NotEnrique) speaking spanglish w each other automatically mainly because i am hispanic and completely fluent in Spanish and live in a similar household so i just love to add a little ✨personalization✨ to my dialogue and interactions in that way. Other languages………….yeaaaahhh i’m not super good will prolly use google translate and hope.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Trollhunters, my gateway into AO3. HOWEVER. if you promise not to tell, the very first fandom i read/wanted to write a fanfic for was actually, as far as i can tell, Wordgirl. don’t ask why. don’t ask me how. it just kinda happened. But, officially, it’s Trollhunters. (maybe with a side of Warrior Cats).

20. Favorite fic you’ve ever written?

Not hard at all! My pride and joy, my youngest baby in the grand scheme of my writing journey, Trollhunter!Strickler: Destiny's Ill-fitted Chosen! A surprise to absolutely NO ONE. It’s honestly so amazing to both write and see people read and enjoy as much as I do, he’s my little man ❤️ And doing so much rewriting and character growth and having so much written and planned for the future, it’s just my absolute fav

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Hi there I was wondering if you knew of any way to identify authentic vintage FOB merch from fakes/reprints, I only ask because it seems like you have a collection of vintage FOB shirts, sorry if this question is directed to the wrong blog ❤️❤️

yes i do have some pointers!!!

investigate sellers. if a deal looks too good to be true it probably is, make sure the seller looks legit and has legit reviews if any reviews. if a collector is getting rid of their collection, there’s a really good chance all of their stuff is legit and they will note any boots or reprints, so i always check a seller’s page to see if they have a series of similar listings (could be say a bunch of fob and clandestine stuff, or even just an experienced merch reseller who has tons of band listings) and if they are i know i’m probably in the clear. a lot of times the opposite is also true! someone might just have a holy grail piece they’ve kept in their mom’s garage for 20 years and decide to finally part ways with it, most often this will be the only listing of that band + other listings of high school clothes or other clothes they’re selling, etc. i’ve found more of the latter than the former, for really good prices! you can also ask questions about the piece, like if there’s a back print, if i can get a pic of the tag, if i can see details (zippers, closeups on design, ink wear).

there are lots of indexes of tags and their approximate date information available out there, gildan for example can be less identifiable because a lot of merch and bootleggers still use gildan as their go to, but gildan’s had a long history of different tags, and if you’re able to find a good resource on what, say a tag from 2004 looks like, you’d be able to see if it matched the tag you’re looking at or if that shirt was printed last week. there are some more easily identifiable tags from the time period like bay island tags are always typically a dead giveaway you’re dealing with authentic merch. tags CAN be faked but it’s not typical for items like merch. another good sign for printed tags is if there’s wear on the tag itself former, real soft, sometimes blank or fading, etc, you just wanna see this thing has been used and abused. lots of people cut out their tags but if you can see any wear on cut tags (lots of soft, loose, threading, obvious it’s been through years of washing), that’s a sign you take if there’s no tag.

item wear. much like the last point, i usually look at items that have been very loved. darker colors will fade, so if im dealing with black shirts i often look for a fade as well. ink will crack over the years, so i always keep an eye out for any cracking or wear and i always like to see if the ink looks a little TOO intact and flexible. ink is not ALWAYS the most reliable way to clock a fake, but it’s a tool you can use.

have a good sense of what merch from the era looked like, if you can follow merch archives or go in the waybackmachine and look at the merch store or follow collector accounts, there’s a good chance you will probably be able to find the design you’re looking at. fob has very distinct logos for each time period so if i see an infinity on high logo on a futct keyhole im like alright that’s not real. they have stylistic moments that adhere to their albums really well. tttyg era merch has a lot of bitey commentary and usually darker colors, more big and bold designs. futct has a whole lot of gold and red and deer and on the other side of the spectrum bright colors and a kind of 70’s-ish almost high school sports-leaning font and theme.

the plus side is i haven’t run into a whole lot of fob fakes! a dead giveaway is if the photo looks funky like it was snagged from off the internet or you’ve seen a pic of that shirt floating around, (you can always reverse image search and see if that photo was snagged from somewhere else!), i like when i can tell a photo was actually taken in someone’s house or space, walls, hangers, carpets, on someone’s bed, it’s just a good way to see someone is a real person. another dead giveaway is if you see multiple sizes and a low price of $24.99 for a shirt you know is super rare, that’s a fake and that is some weird internet swindler who most likely won’t even give you a decent print of what they’re advertising they have. i also appreciate sellers who list measurements, talk about the fit, just give more information than a “BLACK SHIRT 100% COTTON.” fob do have some weirdos on eBay who’ve been selling these bogus reprints, but for the most part i haven’t seen them anywhere else.

so many bootleggers are cool and they will not try to trick you into thinking you’re getting an original print. bootleggers will give you the information about what kind of shirts they will be printing on, what kind of ink they will be using, how long their print runs will be, etc, they will make it explicitly clear that this is a bootleg design, AND they will most likely give you one that’s killer in quality. i own a BUNCH of boots of certain designs im sure will never see the light of day again, at the end of the day i will prioritize my desire for a certain design over authenticity (and also support legit, cool bootleggers who are making sure these designs don’t get lost to time). there are certain pieces i won’t budge on my requirement that they be authentic. at the end of the day it’s your collection and you get to make the rules!

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WRITERS’ TAG GAME !

i don’t think i’ve ever done this before so thank you bubba @stealanity 💕

recommend 5 or more of your own works that you would rec to someone asking what they should read first & explain a little bit about the work. these can be the most popular, the ones you think are underrated, or your own favorites! then tag five other writers!

tagging @dearhee @end-hyphen @sunlightwoo @sunflwryu @thelargefrye for this !

also! two things: i’m adding works that i’ve written on my precious main because those are still so precious to me. also, most of what i’ve written throughout my two years are drabbles so i’m gonna go ahead and pick more than five:

take me home … kim hongjoong

this one took me a few months to figure out.. i remember getting it as a request, and i just had no idea what to do with it. but then i thought of deja vu joong, specifically the rain part and i went that’s it! and the rest is history

a poem called you … jeong yunho

writing a hotel del luna au fic is something that was on my writer’s bucket list. which is why when i planned the purpose series, i knew. tbh i think it only took me 2-3 nights to complete this one? and while it’s not as popular as the others on this list, i do adore it

in a world of their own … lee heeseung

my second work on kurosism 🥺 again, wasn’t very popular (still isn’t which is sad) but i love the domesticity of this drabble. unless i am being completely dumb, this was the product of reading 23/11 several times until i pretty much can recall the events of the story

002 … park sunghoon

from second on my previous to second on my current, this one is just. okay this was another spiral after i was roaming facebook and found this sound from friends. i don’t even know why i love it so much? i just really do, especially the last line

hyacinths … jung jaehyun

hands down the most underrated drabble of mine. this one was sorta poetic, something that could be a distant relative to lang leav’s poetry. the first line had been sitting in my notebook for over a few months so to make something from it just made me feel so good

the last word … tbz

…where do i even begin with this one. first off, i wanna say sorry to this series for discontinuing it )): i swear i loved making the three episodes, especially eric’s, but it’s hard to write something so long when the fandom you’re writing it for is slowly diminishing (i do plan on bringing it back though, but for another fandom..)

pretty in pink … choi chanhee

what’s this? a fluffy drabble from mona? what a rarity (NOT!) i actually do have several fluff drabbles but this one is my favorite from all of them because it’s the short but sweet, beautiful, tickle the stomach in your butterflies kind of read. to no one’s surprise, this was a spiral after seeing a certain pic of chanhee’s 😊😊

best friend … ji changmin

okay i am very sure that this is one of my most rec’ed and i do understand why. perhaps it’s the relatability of this one that makes it hurt even more.. even though i haven’t been in this situation before- honestly i’m not even sure how i managed to write this one but hey, it’s a good read if you wanna get your heart broken some more

safe and sound … choi yeonjun

alice in borderland x kpop idols? yes. my mind really is a weird place, and something that backs up my belief is that after watching the second? episode of aib, i began having thoughts. actually, i am pretty sure i wrote an idea for a prequel to this so who knows, maybe i’ll do it…

binibini | choi yeonjun

isayaw mo akooo ahem this one was dedicated to matty so 🤭 it’s probably one of my shortest works to date, but it still does pack a punch. for extra pain, i suggest you listen to this before or after reading it

paalam … txt

the thing is, headcanons are something i’ve only done once before (and even then, the format was different) so i was really not sure how this was gonna go. but given what i was going through during this time, writing this piece became sort of a catharsis for me. and while i have yet to fully let go so i can heal, at least there’s a work out there where my muses get that

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snakes & bets | part 5.

Summary: Social outcast suddenly makes friends? And those friends are Hogwarts’ most notorious pranksters? Despite being entirely suspicious, Y/N doesn’t question any motives. The world can’t possibly come crashing down around her…

Warnings: This whole story is angsty, hurt/comfort, smut, will end in fluff but goes through all the other stuff first.

Pairing: Marauders x black!reader, eventual Sirius Black x black!reader

Word Count: 7.2k

Previous Part | (Series Masterlist)

Because he was into you, the marauders tried for Sirius’ sake. They always made room in between them and Padfoot for you to sit down. You were actually kind of cool. They didn’t notice that the only reason they suddenly started liking you was because you were trying your hardest to fit in. You didn’t talk very much anymore.

Unless they asked you a question, you tried not to speak. When you did, it was about quidditch. You didn’t mention crochet, embroidery, or anything related to crafting. You didn’t speak about embarrassing things from your childhood. You never mentioned garden gnomes. If you weren’t wearing the Hogwarts’ uniform, you tried to mimic how all the other girls styled themselves. You even threw away your glasses. If you ever ran out of contacts, you would just squint until the refill showed up. If that’s what it took to keep friends then you would do it.

Even though he didn’t have to, Sirius formally invited you to Hogsmeade with them that weekend. You looked down when Sirius grabbed your hand. A few weeks ago, you would have smiled at the gesture alone. Now, you just saw price tags.

You had checked the list again when they were asleep. You had every task memorized. Holding your hand was worth one sickle. You half-expected Sirius to drop your hand immediately upon reaching Hogsmeade. When he didn’t, you found yourself smiling a bit.

The five of you took a booth at Three Broomsticks. You just stared into your butterbeer that Sirius bought while they talked about the next prank that they were planning. You pouted at your drink. Smiling because a fake friend held your hand for longer than expected was a bit pathetic. Peter kicked at Sirius’ foot and pointed to you.

“Bunny, you okay?” he asked.

You snapped out of the little world you were in. “I don’t feel very good today.”

Sirius immediately jumped up. “Why didn’t you say so? We didn’t have to come to Hogsmeade today.”

“You wanted to.” You shrugged. “My stomach just hurts, I’ll be fine.”

“You need tea not butterbeer.”

Sirius walked with you to Madam Puddifoot’s Tea Shop. He sat you down in what he deemed the most comfortable chair and paid for your tea. With a promise that they would try to make their shopping as quick as possible, Sirius told you to rest and left to go back to the boys. You knew they would ditch you as soon as they had the chance. You wondered if that was a separate game that you didn’t know about. Did people get points for coming up with creative ways to abandon you?

“Is she alright?” Remus asked when Sirius came back.

“She still seemed a little out of it. Let’s get the stuff quickly, I don’t want to leave her for too long… Lily! What do you like when you’re sick?”

The redhead thought for a minute. “Depends.”

“(Y/N)’s stomach hurts.”

“(Y/N)?” Dorcas asked from behind Lily.

“Padfoot’s in love with her,” Remus said, making Sirius turn to look at his friend.

“I’m not in love with her!”

“Sorry. Padfoot has a very minuscule crush on (Y/N) that has the potential to blossom into something like Prongs’ obsession with Lily.” Remus corrected himself. “Better?”

Dorcas, Lily, Mary, and Marlene laughed. Mary was the one who stopped first.

“Oh shit, are you serious?”

“That is in fact my name… yes, alright, I kind of like her.”

“I was wondering why your names haven’t appeared on the list in a while.”

Sirius scrunched his nose. “Yeah, we’re done with that. Hey, will you guys knock it off too? And maybe invite her to something? I think Bunny could use some girl friends.”

Marlene pressed her lips in a very amused smile. “Oh, he’s down bad, girls. Already has a nickname for her. Okay, we’ll stop.”

“And inviting her?” Sirius asked. “Please?”

The girls all looked at each other. Calling off the bet was easy, considering they didn’t exactly agree with certain tasks anyway and the methods some people went about doing them. But hanging out with you was another thing entirely. You were still the freak. Sirius liking you didn’t change that fact. He watched them debate it.

“I’ll give you all the money I won, I don’t want it anyway,” he said quickly. “Just one hangout, a sleepover or something?”

The girls agreed. They offered to check on you at Madam Puddifoot’s instead of Sirius going back and they would just invite you to hang out with them that night. The marauder nodded when they said that if you were too weird the sleepover would be a one time thing.

You looked up from your tea to see the girls in front of your little table. Like the other three marauders, they weren’t exactly sure what Sirius saw in you. You didn’t agree to the sleepover with as much enthusiasm as you might have in the past. Sleepover, four sickles. The marauders could’ve crossed that off after the first time they slept with you but it must have slipped their mind.

You walked a little bit behind the girls. You kept telling yourself to not be weird. All your words were measured. The girls seemed like they were having fun. You should have enjoyed it but it was hard when you were so focused on fitting in with them. Sirius complimented your nails at breakfast to which you only responded that Marlene did them. They weren’t your style but you hadn’t told Marlene that when she did them.

Behind your back, Sirius had checked with the other girls on how the night went. They liked you well enough to invite you to another sleepover. You were quiet, didn’t really get in their way. Having you around wasn’t too much of a burden on them. He thanked them for giving you a chance.

While he thought he was doing you a favor, Sirius wasn’t helping at all. Being around everyone became harder when you knew the truth. They were all working overtime to win. Every task, even the ones only worth knuts were being taken seriously. You counted everything. In one morning alone, four tasks were accomplished. You went back and forth between how you felt. Because once all the tasks were done, you knew that everyone would leave you.

That thought caused the most pain to suddenly go from being around everyone to alone once again. You would remember what having friends was like. It wouldn’t be the same as when you were alone in the past. Since you had most of your classes without the marauders or the girls, you thought that maybe you should start isolating yourself. It would be best to learn how to be alone again.

You took the first real step at dinner when you ate at your table. You weren’t next to your roommates but alone. You brought a school textbook so it would look like you were absorbed in your work.

“Pads, stare any harder and you’ll burn a hole through her textbook,” Remus said. “Let her work.”

“But she normally sits with us.”

“She probably didn’t want to be bothered. You three talk too much to get any work done around you.”

“You talk too, Moons.”

“Yeah but my grades are better. Leave Bunny alone, you’ll see her in Astronomy.”

You plopped down next to Sirius in Astronomy. Dinner was miserable. You didn’t realize how dependent you became on being in people’s company. You could be alone when it was just you but to be surrounded by people and alone was something you couldn’t handle anymore. It hurt to be alone and it hurt to be with fake friends. So, you chose the pain that came with company.

Sirius was very pleased with himself when you sat next to him without any prompting. The boys had made fun of him back in their dorm for busting out his leather jacket. He didn’t care, feeling satisfied as he draped the jacket over your shoulders so you wouldn’t be cold in the Astronomy Tower. Two sickles. Or maybe three. You weren’t sure if this counted as letting you borrow his clothes or pretending to romance you. One was worth a little more than the other. The list seemed very detailed and particular on what it considered to be a completed task.

You kept the jacket on during the whole lesson. Maybe they would like you more if you helped them win. Selfishly, Sirius was upset that you seemed to be wide awake. He was going to let you sleep on his shoulder. The opportunity never presented itself. Class ended and you handed him back his jacket before making your way to your own dorm.

You looked outside the windows before descending towards the dungeons. It was too cold to go outside anymore as snow landed on the grass. You just wanted to find your little gnomes. You wanted to give them new hats, do something that made you happy without fear of being judged.

The next morning, you pushed the gnomes out of your mind and tried again to eat alone. Sirius didn’t mind this time. He had something big planned and you sitting at a different table just added to his grandness.

“Are you sure about this, Padfoot?” James asked.

“Nope. But Lily said girls like big gestures.”

“Doesn’t get much bigger than this,” Peter muttered.

James pushed him. “Me asking out Lily after catching the snitch?”

“Ooh, you got one date, Prongs. Let it go, hasn’t even happened yet.”

Sirius looked at them. “Will you two shut up? I’m about to pour my heart out.”

They just gave him a gesture that suggested he should go ahead. The raven-haired boy took in a deep breath before standing up on the Gryffindor table. It was near impossible to miss his tall frame. The professors already had their eye rolls ready for whatever foolishness was about to happen today. Sirius cleared his throat until almost everyone was looking at him. It didn’t miss him that you weren’t paying him any mind.

“Everyone, I have a very shocking damn near blasphemous announcement!” He shook his head. “Here goes nothing. I… am in love.”

The professors sat up. Usually, morning antics by the marauders weren’t given much thought. But this was new. Students continued eating but with fascination as if they were watching a movie. Sirius chuckled as he continued.

“Here’s the blasphemous part. She’s a Slytherin. I know, I know— wipe that stupid smirk off your face, Snivellus, I swear I’ll go over there right now an—”

He looked down when he felt tugging on his pants leg. Remus just looked at his friend, making the other boy blush. Sirius nodded while taking off his robe to reveal the sweatshirt that you had embroidered for them.

“Right, off topic. I am in love with a girl who dances weirdly, taps her fingers on the table when she thinks, makes little tiny hats, and a lot of other things that are actually really charming when you think about it.”

He jumped off the table and took the bouquet from Peter before strolling over to your table. Sirius stopped right in front of you.

“So, (Y/N), will you do me the great honor of being my date to the Yule Ball?”

You simply nodded and took the bouquet. Asking you to the dance was worth a few sickles if you remembered the list correctly. Sirius probably earned them a few more or maybe even a galleon for saying that he loved you.

You didn’t even have to write to your parents about it. A few days before you could pen them a letter, they sent you a dress. Regulus snitched on his older brother to their parents who immediately wrote to the Zabini family. Orion and Walburga might have had a lot of issues with their eldest and they might have disagreed with the Zabinis allowing your mother to marry a muggleborn but prestige was prestige.

You were a halfblood coming from a pureblood line as prestigious as theirs. Sirius being romantically linked to you was considered a plus as far as they were concerned. The Black family held onto their ancient views.

Sirius was shocked when you showed up to the marauders’ dorm with a package containing new robes for him for the Yule Ball along with a letter. He didn’t exactly forgive his parents and he wasn’t crawling back home. His parents were never going to understand their son’s views and they weren’t going to beg him to change. But the three of them were now in a new phase of dancing around each other.

Walburga put her son back in the inheritance. Sirius acknowledged that he did in fact have parents. He acknowledged that Regulus was his little brother. Sirius even considered thanking him for saying something when you advised him to do so. Deep down, the Black brothers still cared about each other. You told him that he wouldn’t even be on a path to mending any relationships if it wasn’t for Regulus. It would probably never get farther than step one— not if his parents didn’t change— but Sirius acknowledged that they owed any steps to his younger brother.

You looked at the robes before you left his room. They matched your dress perfectly, not in color but in style. It was clear that his parents had gone shopping with yours. For all of their progressive views on wizard society, the Zabinis still kept up with certain ancient pureblood traditions. One was courtship. You were allowed to have fun in your younger years but the minute you became somewhat serious about someone, certain rules had to be met. You said yes to Sirius going to the Yule Ball as a date not friends which meant something to your family and his.

Bless your parents. They thought it was real. You frowned as you got dressed for the dance. How were you supposed to break it to them that everything was fake? More importantly, how were you supposed to do it in a way that didn’t make Sirius look bad? You couldn’t just say that it didn’t work out. That wasn’t how pureblood families worked. You would be expected to try again, try at least three or four times before coming to such a finite conclusion.

And for all the money and bets in the world, you didn’t believe that Sirius would put up a front in dating you just to please your family. He certainly wouldn’t do it to please a family that he barely had relations with. Still, you needed a good excuse. You saw the baby steps with his parents as meaning way more than he did. You didn’t want to ruin it. If they never fully made it then it was because they chose not to, not because his parents discovered that their eldest made a mockery of another pureblood house.

By the time you made it down the steps leading to the Great Hall, you still didn’t have an answer. James, Peter, and Remus pointed you out to their friend. James left with Lily to head inside. Peter and Remus gave their friend one last pat on the back before heading inside. Sirius nearly choked on his own spit when he saw you. You held up the red tie while looking at the floor.

“I kind of rushed this one, it’s not as good as before. My mom said your family wasn’t Jewish, I hope we didn’t get that wrong.”

You felt a bit ridiculous making something for him since you knew he didn’t care. Maybe it was dumb to hope that gestures would win them over but it made you feel like the whole thing was more real than it actually was. His fingers traced over the Christmas tree at the bottom before putting it on. Sirius shook his head as he tied it.

“We’re not. It looks amazing and so do you. Actually, you look better than amazing. You look perfect.”

You took in a sharp breath and just nodded. That was a two sickle bet, calling you perfect. You took his arm and let him escort you into the Great Hall. Sirius was having much more fun than you. He liked the way you felt underneath his hands. The two of you swayed back and forth. He expected you to show him some new, weird dance but you just continued to sway. You weren’t going to embarrass him on this night.

Even when the girls pulled you away to dance with them, you just followed whatever moves they did. There was no flailing, no fancy footsteps, no weird faces or head banging. The most you did was a tango because both you and Sirius had taken formal ballroom lessons when you were younger. He talked during every slow song in an attempt to learn as much about you as possible.

Sirius liked that you both had similar backgrounds. He never hated purebloods, he just wished that more were like the Potters. And as much as he rebelled, Sirius was a pureblood through and through. Even he had to admit that he often looked down on people. Not for their blood status but for other things. Lily and Remus were some of the best people he knew and they had muggle parents. They were some of the most brilliant minds that he knew. Evan Rosier was a pureblood that Sirius should have liked. But Rosier couldn’t tell his dessert spoon from his coffee spoon.

You were a mix. Your dad was a muggleborn but you held all the manners of a pureblood. You both took etiquette lessons when you were younger, had decent grades, spoke the language of your family line— he spoke French, you spoke Italian— and were expected to behave a certain way in company. He could relate to you in a way that he didn’t feel with a lot of other people. Which was why he could tell that you were over the Yule Ball as it got later in the night.

He was wrong about the reason though. Sirius thought that your social battery had been drained for the night. Really, you were starting to realize that you couldn’t do it anymore. He told the boys that you were going to go, the others choosing to follow.

The marauders decided a small after party in their dorm was what everyone needed. Pillows were grabbed from beds and thrown on the floor. Shoes were kicked off while party clothes were kept on. It was eerily similar to the Halloween Ball. Tonight was too much for you. That was all you thought about as the boys talked around you. It wasn’t fun to know that you weren’t loved.

Your head turned when Remus called your name. You just looked at him, realizing that you hadn’t heard a word he said. Tears were welling up in your eyes no matter how much you tried to blink them back and suppress them. He put his hand on your knee when he noticed.

“Are you alright?”

You nodded your head as you wiped at your tears. “I’m fine.”

“(Y/N), yo—”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine. I’m good.” Your hands flopped to your lap. “I’m great, it’s nothing. I’m just being dumb. I just… I really liked having friends.”

The boys gave you soft smiles. They would’ve cracked a joke about you crying over something so trivial but they learned that you just seemed more sensitive to everything than others. Considering Myrtle was the same, it seemed to run in the family.

“We like being your friend.” James smirked at Sirius. “Except for Pads who’s failing at being something more with you about as bad as I’m failing with Lily.”

Sirius threw up his middle finger and you laughed despite not wanting to. You took a deep breath and tried to stop your hands that were trembling in your lap. You were tired and all your thoughts just came to the surface.  

“I know that everyone thinks I’m weird,” you continued. “I know you all don’t actually want to be my friend.”

“(Y/N), what? Of course we do. We l—”

“I saw the list!” You got out quickly. “That’s why Sirius asked me to the dance. It’s worth four sickles. I know— I know this is all a joke… I-I would have just paid you to keep ignoring me, you didn’t have to go through all this trouble to get the money.”

The marauders sat in a stunned silence. You moved your gaze from your hands to their faces, realizing your mistake. Your eyes went wide as you stood up quickly. They were never going to talk to you again unless you fixed it.

“But it’s fine! It’s fine, I’ll get over it tomorrow and you can keep pretending to be my friend. I’ll help you finish the list and win. I just want to have someone to sit with at lunch… never mind, I-I’ll just go.”

Snapping to attention, Sirius tried to reach for you but you practically ran from their dorm and down the stairs. He looked at the other three who didn’t have any solutions off the top of their heads. They didn’t know you had seen the list.

Sirius felt like shit. He wondered how long you knew about it. He cursed at himself as he changed, staring at the tie you had embroidered for him. He should have told you about the list instead of acting like it didn’t exist. Sirius thought that you would never find out. He figured it didn’t matter because he had stopped participating. There was no need to get you worked up over something.

Now, he realized how that was a mistake. He would have to apologize to you. There were only a few days before winter break and he didn’t want you going home thinking that his feelings were a joke. He wouldn’t be able to relax at the Potters if he knew that you felt that way.

Sirius didn’t get the chance the day after the Yule Ball. You were nowhere to be found. He even tried checking outside despite the weather but couldn’t find you. After the third day, he panicked. They were leaving tomorrow for the Potters. Getting desperate, Sirius pulled out the map. He put it back before even opening it.

The map was a last resort. He didn’t want to invade the one thing you had. Sirius decided to write you a letter, go down to the owlery, and send it to you. He would be worried for the entirety of winter break but would apologize again when school was back in session. Sirius clutched the letter in his hand as he left Gryffindor to go send it.

He walked past a bunch of students, hoping that one of them would be you. Instead of you, Sirius did spot a familiar person. Without really thinking, he stuck out his hand and grabbed the person’s shoulder.

Regulus looked over in surprise at being eye to eye with his older brother. Sirius just growled at the boy he was with until the Slytherin left the two Black brothers to be alone in the corridor. Sirius went back to looking at his brother and scratched the back of his head.

“I don’t do well with apologizing—”

“One of the few things Mother taught you that you didn’t reject.”

“Merlin, Reg, will you shut up so I can try.”

Regulus blinked. “You’re trying to apologize?”

“Yes, alright. I shouldn’t have taken my anger at our parents out on you. And I shouldn’t have just ran to the Potters when they kicked me out. I still hate your fucking friends, I think you’re hanging out with trouble, but I’m sorry for leaving you and treating you like shit.”

“Apology accepted, I think? What brought this on?”

“A few pseudo therapy sessions with (Y/N), made me see a couple things and I’ll admit that she might have been right about those things. I’m trying to do right by at least one person.”

“Why? Because you’re the reason (Y/N) hasn’t left her room since the Yule Ball so now you have to try and do good by someone else?”

Sirius went wide-eyed. “She what?”

“Yeah, I’m kind of dating her roommate. Lucy says the curtains have been drawn around her bed since they got back from the dance.”

“Are you sure?”

“That’s what she says. They only ever see a hand poke out to grab a snack from her trunk. I mean she has to get up at some point to pee but she’s not leaving her bed. It actually made them worried. No one wants to room with a dead girl, we don’t need another Moaning Myr—”

“Finish that and I’ll forget I just apologized to you.”

Regulus looked at his brother. “Wait, you’re not joking?”

“I’m not that cruel.”

“Debatable.”

“Reg.”

“Siri.”

The two of them stared at each other. Regulus broke first.

“You mean it? The apology?”

Sirius nodded. “I’m pissed at our parents, not you.”

His little brother smiled. “I’ve waited two years for an apology. I looked up to you a lot, you know. I think you got Gryffindor because you were brave enough to stand up to our family.”

“You don’t have to follow them, you know?”

Regulus shrugged. “Do you really hate my friends?”

The older boy huffed out a laugh. “Reg, they’re fucking Death Eaters. I don’t care what they say. Pureblood elitists, my ass. Half of them are planning on joining You-Know-Who and they’re gonna get themselves killed right next to him.”

“They—”

“Think about it. You really think they’re all simply stuck up? They’re like Mum and Dad who don’t follow You-Know-Who but don’t try to stop him? Muggleborns are that bad that they need to die?”

“I don’t think they need to die.”

“Then why are you with them?”

“I… I was told to.” Regulus looked at his brother. “I’m friends with some Ravenclaws and a Hufflepuff.”

“Stick with them instead.”

“Can I spend the break with you?”

Sirius gave his brother a genuine smile. There was a time when he and Regulus did everything together. He fucked up with his brother. They both fucked up. Sirius nodded his head.

“Yeah, you can stay with Prongs and I… you know they’re going to write you out of the inheritance?”

Regulus laughed. “Didn’t they add you back? They can’t write us both out, gives them a bad look.”

“Mmm hmm, sure, you tell Mother that. We’re leaving early in the morning tomorrow.”

“Alright… Siri!” Regulus called before his brother ran off completely. “Slytherin password is Salazar, her room’s the third door once you get into the girl’s corridor.”

“Thank you.”

Sirius made a hard left and headed to Slytherin instead of the owlery. You were exactly as his younger brother described. The curtains were drawn around your bed. He noticed that they didn’t match your roommates. A smile tugged at his lips as he realized that you probably did them yourself.

He watched your hand stick out of the curtain followed by a significant amount of your arm. You were leaning over, trying to grab a snack from your trunk that you left open. You weren’t going to leave your bed until everyone left for Christmas. You just needed time was what you told yourself. Sirius rushed over. He grabbed what you were trying to reach and handed it to you. Your hand grabbed it, fingers pausing at suddenly making contact with human skin. Quickly, your hand retreated back behind the curtains.

“(Y/N)?” Sirius waited, getting no response. “Bunny, I’m sorry. That list was wrong. It… Shit, I’m not good at this, I— we weren’t faking being your friends. We stopped that list a while ago. I know I should have told you about it but I thought I was doing you a favor. I didn’t want you getting hurt.”

Sirius watched your hand poke out again. You made a beckoning motion. He poked his head through.

“I like your pajamas.” He cringed at himself. What type of compliment was that?

You patted the bed, not really looking at him. Sirius rushed to take off his shoes and coat before parting the curtains. He sat next to you, unable to keep still. You felt his eyes on the side of your face.

“Can I hold you?” He asked in a whisper.

You wordlessly crawled into his lap, back against his chest. Sirius rested his chin on your head.

“I know now that hiding it was a mistake. It wasn’t actually protecting you. I meant to tell you earlier, right when you said something. I was just in shock. I didn’t ask you to the dance as a joke, the money doesn’t mean shit. I do like you.”

“You do?”

“I’m bloody in love with you.”

You pouted. Sirius looked down when you didn’t respond. He kissed your cheek.

“I mean that. I fancy you more than I think I’ve ever fancied someone. You drive me crazy, Bunny.”

“What about Marlene?” you asked as you poked at his hands that were wrapped around you. “Peter said—”

“The bi power couple? It’s just a joke between us, we have fun with each other every now and then… I haven’t since liking you. If that’s what you’re worried about, I haven’t shagged anyone, wouldn’t disrespect you like that.”

The two of you were silent for a moment. Sirius grabbed the now-wrinkled letter from his pocket. He held it up in front of you.

“I guess I don’t need to bother sending you this letter anymore. Shame, Moons said it was practically poetry. I pulled out handwriting that would make my mother jealous, haven’t had penmanship this nice since the last time she made me write all of our Christmas invitations… there’s that laugh!”

He felt proud of himself for getting a smile out of you. He pecked your cheek once more, telling you that he wanted to hear you laugh some more. Sirius couldn’t stop pressing kisses up and down the side of your face.

“You’re gorgeous, Bunny.” His hands started roaming. “So pretty, absolutely perfect.”

Your hips bucked slightly when his hands got lower. Sirius squeezed your thighs, smirking when you whined. He wasn’t sure how they didn’t appreciate this sound coming from you in the past.

One hand moved past the waistband of your pajama pants while the other went under your shirt. Sirius was excited to take your clothes off. He was going to love on you and appreciate you better than last time, return the same enthusiasm that you always gave them.

He chuckled to himself. He was kind of glad that the other three didn’t see what he saw. They could stay your friend but he didn’t want them looking at you in the same way he did. Remus was right— Sirius was territorial. You were his girl and he didn’t share, not even with his best friends that he considered family.

You were trying to enjoy the moment. The more you tried to relax, the more you found that you couldn’t. This felt like a lie. No matter what Sirius said, it felt like a bet. It felt like you were another prize to be won. You didn’t feel like he was actually into you. The hard-on pressing against your back was probably because he was thinking of Marlene or whoever else he shagged. You already knew that James had to think of Lily when they last hooked up with you.

Honestly, you didn’t feel Sirius’ lips pressing kisses all over you or his hands playing with your body. You couldn’t. Not when you were thinking about how much this was probably worth. Four galleons, maybe five? That was the most insulting part of it. They made a bet with petty money. Sure, when it was totaled up it was enough to buy the newest broom with maybe change leftover. But that meant that they only saw you worth a broom and some gloves for quidditch. It didn’t matter how shiny or new. They equated you to some sports equipment.

You felt that you were worth more than that. You knew that you were worth more than that and you weren’t about to let Sirius make a couple of galleons off of your body.

You grabbed at his wrist. “Stop, stop please.”

Sirius quickly pulled his hand out of your pants and detached his lips from your neck, muttering apologies. You tilted your head a little to look at him.

“I just don’t feel very comfortable after…” you trailed off. “Maybe you should go.”

Sirius blinked before coming to his senses. He quickly got up, scrambling to put his coat and shoes back on.

“Yeah, yeah, of course. I was going too fast, I shouldn’t…” Whatever he was saying was muffled as he finished putting his stuff on.

You slowly stood up to escort him out. Sirius stood in the threshold of your doorway. He wanted to reach out and hug you or just touch you but thought better of it. You looked at the ground as you spoke.

“I think I’m just meant to be alone. It’s better that way.” You closed the door in his face before he could respond.

For the first time in a few days, you got dressed properly. Pulling a trunk out from underneath your bed that held extra school supplies, you grabbed a bunch of vials out of it. You stared at the empty glasses for a moment. The spell wasn’t very hard. Extracting memories honestly took no work. Slowly, each vial filled up with different memories of your time during the first half of the school year. You moved the snacks in your trunk around to make room for the vials. Placing them on a blanket, you set Sirius’ unopened letter on top of it and left to go find Professor McGonagall.

The old woman was happy to see you before her smile faded. Every year since your first year, you always took tea with her the day before you left for your Christmas break. Normally, you were dressed, had your trunk packed, and greeted her with a smile. Right now, you were standing at her door trying to hold in tears.

“I’m just a big joke to everyone,” you confessed as you tried not to cry again.

McGonagall ushered you in. The more you talked, the angrier she grew at the student body. She had half a mind to send owls to all of their houses, ban them from going to Hogsmeade, or lower their grades. McGonagall wanted to punish them on your behalf.

She was the most disappointed in her four favorite troublemakers. You both had gushed months ago about them becoming your friends. To discover it was all a lie paired with a cruel bet made the professor speechless. She didn’t try to talk you out of your plan to obliviate your memories. You told her that you already saved them in case you needed to remember something. McGonagall actually agreed with your decision. Knowing seemed to have taken a toll on your mental health.

While she normally didn’t advocate for memory alteration, she agreed to do it for you. You were thankful because you didn’t trust yourself to get the spell perfectly. Last thing you wanted was to accidentally obliviate a memory of a school lesson or your parents’ names. McGonagall waited patiently for you two write two letters, one to yourself and one to the marauders.

It was like the last few months didn’t happen when she finished. You went to Hogsmeade alone, you ate alone, you sat on your own at quidditch games. That’s what your memories told you. The Yule Ball never happened and neither did the Halloween Ball because you didn’t go this year, the same way that you never went in all the past years. You opened the letter to yourself and then gave McGonagall a wave.

“Happy Christmas, (Y/N).”

“Happy Christmas, Professor,” you said as you made your way to the Gryffindor dorm.

Your letter had told you to go and deliver the other one. Apparently, you knew the Gryffindor password and which room belonged to the marauders. You weren’t sure what happened because your letter was vague as if the old you was trying to protect the new one.

All you knew was that you were supposed to deliver your letter, not trust the marauders, not talk to other students, and to not open Sirius’ letter or look at your memories unless you felt that it was absolutely necessary to remember something. Considering you felt fine, you didn’t think that it would ever be necessary to look at the vials. Old you never left a date so you assumed that even you thought it probably wouldn’t happen. You just had the vials in case.

Sirius jumped up from his bed when you walked in. The marauders had finished packing about an hour ago after he asked James if Regulus could come. You gave a wave to the younger Black brother since he was also in Slytherin. Sirius felt like something was off as you walked to him.

“Hi, Bunny.”

You wrinkled your nose at the random nickname. “I was told to give this to you.”

“Hmm.” He looked down at the letter in your hand. “By who?”

You held up your opened letter. “Me. I told myself to give you this letter and wish you a Happy Christmas. So here… Happy Christmas!”

You left to get your own stuff and go home. That was also in your letter, go home early. The marauders and Regulus looked in confusion at each other. You did a lot of weird things but not once had you ever referred to yourself as if you were a separate entity. Sirius opened the letter, reading it out loud for the others.

Dear Sirius,

I hope I delivered this letter to you. It’s addressed to you but it’s for all of the marauders. It’s for the entire school if I’m being honest but I don’t think I have enough courage to address everyone. Before I continue, I want to say that I don’t hate you. I hate what you all did to me but I don’t hate you as people. Actually, I forgive you.

That being said, I don’t want to be your friend. I’m not playing that game anymore. None of you are allowed to use me for a game. I’m worth more than three hundred galleons and forty-five sickles, even the Triwizard Tournament prize money is more than that. You all embarrassed me beyond belief.

I was so excited when this year first started. For the first time since I was four, I had friends. It was hard to fit in at a muggle primary school, being a wizard made me too weird. I didn’t mind because I knew that it would all fall in place when I got to Hogwarts. I guess it wasn’t being a wizard that made me weird, it’s just me.

I stopped doing all the things I cared about to fit in when you started talking to me. The longer time went, the more I thought that doing whatever you all did would make more people like me. You all tricked me into thinking that it was working. But now that I think about it, even if you really wanted to be my friends, you all were horrible. No one was ever interested in what I wanted to do. I walked behind you all, I let the girls do my nails the way that they liked, I never mentioned crochet around my roommates, I danced the way that other students danced. Deep down, I think I knew that none of you really cared but I was desperate. I would like to be weird again. I’ve come to the conclusion that it’s okay.

It’s also okay for none of you to like me but I would appreciate being left alone from now on. I asked Professor McGonagall to obliviate all my memories related to the bet. After I write this letter, I won’t remember a single thing. I won’t even remember the meaning behind your nicknames. We can all start over. Please stay away from me. I’m begging you and the rest of Hogwarts to stay away from me. I don’t want to be made into a bet again. I don’t think I could live with that false hope.

You can keep the jumpers. They were gifts. I know that I have no reason to believe that you all will stop the bets. I’ve told myself to not talk to anyone but I might not listen. In case I don’t remember or listen to myself, I’m asking you to not start the bets. As a token of good faith, I have one last present.

It’s for Remus and his sensitivity. Severus worked on the potion, he’s better at it than me but I did all the calculations and didn’t tell him what it was for. Remember when I told you I would do some reading at one of James’ matches? I finished it and figured out what I think might work.

I was going to surprise you all with it at Christmas but then I found the list and the potion wasn’t even done yet. Now, I’m giving it to you as a peace offering. It should arrive at the Potters’ house on Christmas Eve. No more bets. I would like to be left alone. Thank you.

Best regards,

(Y/N)

Sirius’ face dropped. The room was dead silent after he finished reading. The others watched Sirius race out of the room at lightning speed. He skipped as many stairs at a time as possible, cursing that Gryffindor Tower was so far from the Slytherin Dungeons. He practically screamed the password when he reached your common room. The door flew off the handles as he bursted into your room. It was empty.

The curtains around your bed had been tied up, your main trunk was gone. You had already left for winter break. He scratched frantically at his hair, wanting to tear it out as he shook his head. You weren’t there. It didn’t matter that they still had the rest of the school year. You weren’t here now and winter break was too long. He was out of time to fix everything.

McGonagall opened her door, already expecting the marauder. She simply frowned at him.

“Do you know (Y/N)’s address?” Sirius asked in desperation.

“We don’t give out students’ information.”

“I can’t send her a letter, I need to do this in person. Minnie, pl—”

“Mr. Black, I told you we don’t give out students’ private information. Even if we did, I wouldn’t give it to you.”

“What?”

“You should be thankful (Y/N) requested that I don’t punish you. I wanted to ban all sixth and seventh years from going to Hogsmeade. I am more than disappointed with you all.”

Sirius was used to McGonagall being exasperated with them but he wasn’t used to this. She was never short with him. He didn’t need McGonagall to tell him how badly he messed up but it stung more when it came from her. He went back to his dorm with his tail tucked between his legs. It was clear that he wasn’t going to get any information. Sirius, and the other boys, would just have to spend all of winter break figuring out how to properly make it up to you and hope that it wasn’t too late.

(Part 6)

[confused-bi-queer]

Hello, y’all. Another Wednesday that makes me write. (I’m sorry I haven’t answered the tags, uni is sucking the life out me, but I promise I’m sulking and reading and kudo-ing everything)

I’ve been struggling (still) with my cobb and corb and wip fest (which seems nonsense but I do think about them all the time), and that let me to go back to another wip I have on ao3.

Several months ago, something happened to me and I decided to make a fic about that because why not, it turned out to be a slow burn and about Baz looking justice for Simon because the Mage is a dick and no one seems to believe Simon. Protecting you like a Pitch is the name, very self-explained. I took my way back there by writing about queerness:

The day I came out to him, he was genuinely surprised that his son answered “no, I would much prefer a boyfriend” when he asked him if he liked women. He was shocked to the core. He had been looking at what liked to read and noticed a strange pattern of gay books on my list. He asked me, “Do you like women?”, and I decided to be honest. It was the wrong choice. He mostly asked me a bunch of uncomfortable questions about why I thought I was gay or why I didn’t want children and why would I want a boyfriend. Ever since that day, there was this silent agreement that neither of us would ever talk about my “preferences”, as he calls it.

I thought that he wanted to bury the memory of that conversation since he very much ignored what I told him. He kept silently forcing me into sitting with his friend’s daughters and made me dance with them or nudged me into courting one of them. His face lit up everytime I mentioned Bunce even if I said that she was my academic rival. He’s never said a word about it. Never. He’s done things, he’s made faces, but not a single word. (I hate that this family is built like this. My body doesn’t only hurt from not being held or from not getting the touch I starve, I’m also aching for hearing words. That is fucking depressing… When was the last time someone told me they loved me? No one ever says it. Is that such a bad thing? For me to want to hear a couple words of affirmation? Is that such a crime?)

I’ve been feeling very connected with Baz since I read a fic where Baz is non-binary and it made me wonder what it would be like to hear someone referring to me as “them”, but this doesn’t really exists in spanish (it does, but it sucks and it makes me uncomfortable), so I had to find something else to feel Baz. I do have a parent that ignores my sexuality tho, so I thought Baz had to have a thought about it.

This goes under a sweet context actually, here’s what’s next, but it is a spoiler for chapter 17:

Even when everyone’s eyes are on Snow (even my Father is looking at him through the rear view-mirror), his eyes settle on mine.

“He’s the most important person to me,” he says, smiling at the end.

My shoulders drop all the tension Father’s comment made me hold and I feel my eyebrows knit together saying “I’m two second from crying”. It doesn’t escape me that Father holds the steering wheel tighter and his posture gets better.

“That makes me glad, Mr. Snow,” he says. Then, he looks at me out of the corner of his eye and says: “That’s what matters, isn’t it? That he’s happy.”

We both turn to the front, him to look at the road and me so he doesn’t see me cry.

Yes, I’m a sucker for queer angst but also for family bonding, it makes me crave and hurt so good😩

Now tagging (this time I will answer the tags, promise): @aroace-genderfluid-sheep @artsyunderstudy @fatalfangirl @castawaypitch @takitalks @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @ionlydrinkhotwater @ileadacharmedlife @wellbelesbian @forabeatofadrum @cutestkilla @johnwgrey @nightimedreamersworld @urban-sith @aristocratic-otter @angelsfalling16 @ic3-que3n @palimpsessed @facewithoutheart @qyx @letraspal @excalisbury @moodandmist @sillyunicorn @tea-brigade @thehoneyedhufflepuff @bookish-bogwitch @martsonmars @mostlymaudlin @basiltonbutliketheherb @captain-aralias @whatevertheweather @foolofabookwyrm-activated @bazzybelle

[assembletheimagines]

I was so scared to ask this I’m sorry. Do you think you could do a little something for Steve where he’s on an undercover mission with the reader and one of the people in the neighborhood they’re investigating doesn’t think they’re an actual couple. The same night while the neighbor comes to snoop around the house, Steve notices and uses this as a way to tell the reader how he really feels? I’m sorry if this is trash

It’ll Work Out

a/n: I apologize if I somehow made it seem you can't send in asks or requests or even talk to me! I swear, I really am nice! So, please, no need for apologies! I was super excited to get a message in my inbox and this request was so cute! I hope you like it, babes ♡ (also I haven’t slept so if there are errors- no there isn’t because I will fix them later lmao)

tag list: @nana1000night @elle14-blog1 @potatothots @getwellsoontana @avengetheunnatural @adoreyouusugar @peaceinourtime82 

-

It was a simple mission.

You had been here for a week and honestly didn't realize how natural it would feel to walk up to Steve, a smile gracing your lips as his arm wrapped around you in greeting. His lips pressed into your forehead and you hummed a happy hello to the handsome blonde before shyly meeting the eyes of all the other neighbors who surrounded you.

You and Steve were currently located in the suburbs, undercover as newlyweds who had just moved into their first home together as a married couple.

Or that’s what your file stated you needed to portray.

In reality, you were a telecommunication operative while Steve was a literal superhero.

But right now, you two were tasked with playing house as you gathered intel on a target who lived in the neighborhood. And so far, your lead hadn’t shown his neck far enough for you two to finish the mission. Which, if you were being honest with yourself, you didn’t mind.

It was nice to greet Steve home every night, having dinner made for the both of you as you discussed the mission and any new information gathered.

So yes, for now, you could enjoy it secretly, while it lasted.

“So, how did you two young love birds meet?” Clarice, a mom in her forties who lived on your left asked you both. You two were currently attending the neighborhood summer cook out. Playing your part of a happy married couple as children ran around and the men grilled while the women gossiped.

You could feel Steve’s fingers squeeze your waist softly as the question registered in your brain. You know, for someone who had been there for a week, you two really should have put more details in your cover because the one question had you both stumped.

You didn’t discuss those type of details during the debriefs of the mission, which was stupid, and you couldn’t help but look over at Steve for some guidance.

Steve’s blue eyes met yours and you blushed as Steve brought you closer against his body. You both faced the couples around you and responded online, while Steve said a café at the same time.  

Fuck.

Realizing your mistake, your blush darkened and your neighbors gave you both strange looks.

But luckily, Steve continued to keep a hold on you as he cleared his throat, a small laugh falling from his lips. “We met online and our first date was at a café.” He provided, quickly covering up both of your guy’s mistakes.

Clarice giggled, nodding her head, “no worries, if it was actually Tinder, you guys can tell us.” She laughed but her husband still looked unsure as you awkwardly laughed along.

-

Other than the one hitch, everything else was smooth sailing. The men tugged Steve along to meet the “other husbands” leaving you alone with the wives. It was a long hour and a half of unnecessary gossip before Steve came to your rescue with two plates of food.

You happily followed him to a small corner of a table in someone’s lawn as you finally had a moment alone with him.

“Sorry,” you blurted as he slid over a plate with chips and a burger on it. You were still feeling bad about the mishap but Steve just smiled shaking his head.

“No worries, I was caught off guard too.” He laughed and it instantly made you relax as you took a bite of your food. “Did you get any good gossip?” Steve teased and it was your turn to laugh as you rolled your eyes.

“If you mean that Henry is having an affair with his secretary than do I have a story for you, mister.” You giggled not noticing the way Steve smiled at you.

-

Once the day had turned into night, you and Steve were finally able to say your good-byes and head back to you house for the time being.

It was amazing to slip your shoes off and drop the fake smile as both of you stumbled your way through the living room and to the kitchen. “You really don’t think it’ll cause trouble that we said different things?” You asked Steve, turning in time to see him uncuff his sleeves and roll them up to his elbows.

His eyes went from his arms to you as another charming smile appeared on his face. “Well, if it does, it might be enough to get our target out of the shadows.”

Even though his answer was true, it still brought a frown to your face as you thought about the complications of your cover being blown. If the target decided to flee instead of confronting, it could be a while before anyone gathered more intel of their new hideout and result in even longer paperwork filing for the both of you.

You were so deep in thought you didn’t realize Steve had moved closer to you until you felt his hands on your waist, pulling you from your thoughts. “Hey, it’s fine.” He assured, head tilting down to keep eye contact with you. His hands rubbed your sides, pulling you closer to him as he spoke, “it’ll work out.”

Out of instinct, your fingers curled around the front of his shirt as you took a breath in. Steve’s scent overwhelmed your senses, vanilla, coffee and paint, relaxing your overthinking and making you realize just how close you two were. Your head tilted up to look at Steve, your eyes glancing from his lips to his eyes as you slowly exhaled.

Steve still had a strong hold on your hips, watching as you glanced at his lips again. And he couldn’t help but bite his lip in response, saying your name softly and grabbing your attention once more. His eyes met yours and the moment shifted, his hands moving on their own accord, went to either side of your face as he pulled you into a kiss.

Your body melted into his as you held onto his shirt tighter, kissing him back with all of your unspoken feelings. And you squeaked in surprise as Steve’s hands went behind your thighs, swiftly lifting you and resting you on top of the kitchen counter.

Before Steve could kiss you again, his eyes focused behind your shoulder and his head tilted, “Is that... Clarice?” He asked and you whipped your head around.

Steve was right, Clarice and her husband were sneaking into your backyard through the side-gate. You would have laughed but your eyes caught the silencer connected to the pistol in her husband’s hand. “Steve,” you warned and felt his hands squeeze your thighs.

“On it.”

[alma-amentet]

I’ve been tagged by @katastronoot and @sheirukitriesfandom

Feel free to take if you haven’t been tagged already.

1) Describe one creative WIP project you’re planning to work on over the summer.

Just a few days ago I decided to pull myself together and finish my drafts, debts and references queue. There’s a number of tabs with refs hanging in my browser... Need to get rid of them! Then I’ll also finish some tutorials from my previous lessons as well as rewatch the ones I already did, just to get back in shape. And will probably dive into some other courses - I have some good videos.

Was thinking about making some doll, clothes after a long break. My drunk shepherdess needs this, as I changed my mind to sell her away! (she’s another story). And a bag for my favorite tarot deck, now I use the the bag I made for another one, while that another one rests in a bag that once was part of friend’s Christmas present.

The rest is optional for now, but I hope to start drawing more portraits again. Maybe, by the end of the year I’ll be taking requests and trades for your OCs and favorite characters... That would be super cool.

I wanted to start attending my IRL art class again, but looks like I won’t be able to afford it 😢 Sadly I’m not making much money these days, and there are some unexpected expences.

2) Rec a book!

Tanith Lee, The Night’s Master. I think Elden Ring fans will appreciate 😉 Made a post about it a while ago.

I also liked The Winter Players - finally, a good and strong female protagonist! Not evil, unlike Zorayas - the one from the Night’s Master 😉

3) Rec a fic!

False Azure in the Windowpane by Tulak_Hord

If you don’t mind het Malenia ship. I don’t because it has a lot of fluff and an interesting Tarnished. I loved the first 55k words, excluding the chapter where they sparred (for me, that felt too long and boring). But I keep reading it.

Also Flamed Aeonia by BadMonsterFr  

This one has fem shipping, also a lot of hurt/comfort and fluff - just the way I like it! 

I love Malenia fluff. So more Malenia fluff pls! If you can rec me anything else like this, you're welcome! (yes I know and love Unalloyed, esp. the epilogue. It’s somewhat different, more on Millicent and Miquella, but just my vibes as well).

(also I’m really sorry for not reading some of fandom’s buddies works, I do - I’d like to support you more ... started some of them, but couldn’t keep up. I’m a bad and slow reader, and prefer smaller sizes to long ongoings. There are just two long ongoings I'm reading, False Azure and Rebecca's, because they are updated not really often).

4) Rec Music!

I’m on my Breton and Francophone folk kick again, so I recommend 

- La Boutine Souriante, folk-rock from Quebec (so far I’m listyening to their earliest albums, but they’ve been around since 70s and have many albums)

- Tri Yann. Modern Breton classics, I’d say! Love those old men who are still fit and well.

5)Share one piece of advice!

I agree with @vidvana Take care of yourself! Also don’t skip meals, get enough sleep. And if you feel you’d use some support, seek it any ways. If you can’t afford therapy or anything, there’s plenty of books and resources. Sometimes it’s even easier to help yourself than to find help. I’m quite experienced in self-help, I know what I’m talking about. 

For me, Julia Cameron’s “The Artists’s Way” has become that single straw I grasped in my darkest times, and it actually helped greatly! I also used her list of further reading and quotes, thus finding Shakti Gauvain, whose books are inspiring and supportive as well. Later I was a moderator for several groups for the Asrtists’Way. Not an easy experience, but it taught me something as well.

But if there’s a chance of any therapy, groups, any other support, don’t give it up as well.

[lostinfantasyworlds]

HELLOOOO 🥳 I'M HERE TO ASK ABOUT LE WIP CHALLENGE GAME. Can you share with me more about:

The First and Last

If It Kills Me

Untitled Royal AU

🥰🥰🥰 (this is Fandom hahah)

HII @fandomobsessions016!!! THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! ❤️❤️  (also sorry for taking so long to respond)

I answered asks about all three, but I'm happy to provide any extra tidbits I can think of!!

The First and Last - (Here is my introductory post about this fic that includes the summary, tags, and a snippet! and here is the previously answered ask for the WIP game that includes another snippet)

Even though I have about 30k words written, it’s all so rough and subject to change that I sadly don’t have any other snippets to share at the moment😭. But here’s a random list of some things you can expect to find in this fic (all between Inuyasha and Kagome):

Smoking weed together on a playground (late at night when no children are around lol) and reminiscing about old times

An impromptu heart-to-heart after Inuyasha discovers an emo song on Kagome’s iPod (the chapter takes place in 2008, when iPods were still a thing😂)

A flashback where 13-year-old Kagome gives Inuyasha a folded up note (yes, like this😆) with her AIM screen name written on it

A hot and heavy makeout session during a fireworks show

A drunken, silly-turned-romantic slow dance at a wedding

If It Kills Me - (Previously answered ask that includes the summary and tags can be found here!)

Honestly I can’t think of much else to say about this one because pretty much everything is spoilers 😂 I’m sorry! The only thing even mildy interesting I can think of to share is that this will actually be my first time writing Sesshomaru as a character into one of my stories. I am both excited and nervous lol. I might end up including a bit of SessKagu, but I haven’t pinned down what I want Kagura’s role to be yet, or if she’ll definitely even be in it at all.

Untitled Royal AU (Here’s where I introduced this fic, including a snippet)

For this one, I have another rough snippet! This actually picks up right where the snippet in the first post left off 🥰

Desperately seeking more, Inuyasha cast his tongue into her open mouth, his knees nearly buckling from the sound of her soft moan. Before he knew it, his hands were tangled in her hair and he was taking a few steps until her back met the rough stone wall. Her fingertips dug into his back even through the thick leather he wore, and they were both breathless within seconds, kissing as if the fate of the world depended on it.

It took far longer than it should have for reality to dawn on him, reminding him what he was doing there in the first place, who he was, why he had been keeping his distance. Abruptly releasing her, he took a frightened step back. 

Kagome looked a mess with her hair disheveled, her parted lips reddened from the bruising force of his kiss, and her chest heaving as she stared at him with wide eyes. It was the most beautiful, enticing sight he’d ever seen….and also made him realize just how much he’d screwed up.

“Fuck.” He took a couple more steps away from her, but this time she followed him. 

“Inu —”

“I — I shouldn’t have done that,” was all Inuyasha could manage before he turned around and fled like the coward he was, scared shitless by the intensity of the feelings that had just bubbled up within him, and the way he saw something similar reflected in her eyes. 

Thank you so much again for the ask @fandomobsessions016!! 😘

[foxymoxynoona]

FAQ

Questions I get a lot!

When will you update? Do you have a set update schedule? I don’t. I used to but it became unrealistic once chapters started being 10k+ words. Now I try to update 2 things a week. You can see what the status is on any of my writing on my trello.

Can I request a story? Sorry, I don't write requests except I do occasionally write drabbles as requested. I also sometimes solicit guidance from my patreon on which longer stories I start next so if you want in on that process feel free to join my patreon!

Are you still taking drabble requests? For now, yes! Feel free to send me your drabble request (whether it's related to one of my stories or a totally new idea, either is welcome!) but please understand that I just jump around and get to them when the fancy strikes me, so I won't be able to tell you when it'll actually get written. You'll see them on my trello once I start working on it. Please understand too I write as my discretion and there may be times I choose not to fulfill a drabble request if I'm uncomfortable with the topic or feel like it's not within my wheelhouse to write, but so far it hasn't come up.

How do you write so much? A mixture of committment, practice, priority, and the inability to stop thinking about my stories haha. I have a couple posts on here that talk about my process and style. You can find them with the tag mywritingadvice or writing tips. 

Can I be an emoji anon? Yes! I’ll keep a list below of the ones already claimed. If you don’t interact with me for a few months, the emoji might get freed up if it’s one in high demand. 

Claimed (deleted ones I haven’t heard from in forever 6-12)

🌸🎉🍰🧚🏻👀🛸🍊🧩🌚🍿🐮🦐🐋

Have you ever considered writing _____? The answer is probably yes, haha, but there just aren’t enough hours in the day for me to write all that I want to write, and I make no promises about what comes next after my current stories. I just go where inspiration takes me! There aren't many things I wouldn't try to write, because I like exploring genre, character, odd situations, morality, etc. Just depends on my motivation and comfort at that particular time.

Can you recommend other stories to read? You can check out my fic rec blog here

I don’t like reader insert, will you add an OC to this story? OR I don’t like OCs, will you rewrite this as a reader insert? Probably not! Usually I have a reason I chose to write the story in that particular style. It’s often significant work to change and I’d rather spend writing something new! I understand if this means you don’t read all of my works, that’s ok! I never expected all of my stories to appeal to everyone because this is my opportunity to explore different genres, styles, etc.

Will you ever write a character like _______? Maybe yes! I am thoughtful about every aspect of a characters’ background in each story and what life experiences have shaped them to be who they are in that place and time, and what I feel like suits that particular story, and what I felt comfortable writing about. I hope to continue expanding my character roster in every direction –race, weight, height, culture, sexuality, interests, etc.– beyond my own personal lived experiences.

You write a lot about children and parenthood. Can you write something else? Not every story I write includes these themes but many do because it's what I feel like writing. I am writing during a time in my life in which I have felt very lonely and isolated as a parent of young children and because one of my goals for writing was to explore and better represent the experiences of motherhood. I almost always have tags identifying these stories from the very beginning so they should be easy to avoid if you are uninterested in those plots and themes.

Why do you only write about Jungkook? This is becoming less true over time. I find Jungkook the easiest to write and often ideas for him come to me more easily, but I’m excited to be writing more stories for the other members

Have you considered publishing a book? I am highly flattered this has been asked enough to put on this list. Yes, I have thought about this many times in the past. I had a brief and unpleasant experience with self publishing many years ago, as well as with trying to get some short works published. Someday I will want to give it another go! But for right now, my writing is a protected space of joy and exploration for me. I love writing whatever I want, however I want, sharing it with others and getting to talk about it as I go. Right now I don’t want to do anything that interferes with this really wonderful part of my life. At the point I do decide to write an original work or attempt to de-fanfic any of my works for publication, I will for sure let you all know. 😉 

***** STORY SPECIFIC *****

Will you include (unofficial, rumored, or private information) in your Secret Song Series? No, I won’t. I don’t follow anything unofficial from BTS. I’m not on Twitter. Every character (other than BTS, and I take a lot of creative license even with them), storyline, private event, scandal, etc. in that story comes from my own brain and any similarity to anything in real life is pure coincidence. The "true" things I use are many public performances, awards, and official BTS content but even there I take creative license to use, create new, or cut as I see fit. This is as much a work of fiction as any of my other fanfiction. Please do not send me private photos or personal info about the guys, I don’t want to see it. 😄

Will you write a Secret Song Series book about the other members? Probably not an entire book, but I have started one shots/drabbles/short stories for the other members. I hope to have a collection of these for each member.

How many books will the Secret Song Series be? I don't know for sure. I'd written about 2million words of the story before I started posting, and the timeline of that stretches across about 5 books, but I hadn't written an ending or final chapter yet, so it kind of depends how we're feeling once we get there.

[wooahaes]

thank you for the tag @twogyuu !!

rules: post the top 5 works you're most proud of that you released in 2022 (not necessarily your most popular), your top 4 current WIPs that you're excited to release in the new year, your top 3 biggest improvements in your writing over the past year, your top 2 resolutions (ways you wish to improve your writing/blog) for the new year, and your number 1 favorite line you've written this year!

oof okay so this one is already gonna be hard because... everything on this blog rn was released in the year 2022. idk how many fics that is, but its a ton.

also sorry you can tell when my mood seriously dropped off during this

5 works i’m most proud of from 2022

under the sun: yes, i know she’s not finished yet. i debated including her because of it, but i’m genuinely proud of what i’ve written for UtS so far!! hopefully i’ll finish the fic next year, thank you all for bearing with me as i finished off school since that too precedence over most things (+ sometimes i just need a break from longer projects like UtS), i’m hoping to have wonwoo’s part out soon! but i think there’s a lot in this fic that i’m definitely in love with, primarily the world building. i feel most in my element when i work on UtS and the vaguely supernatural background it has, all wrapped up with a sweeter romance in most cases. without spoiling anything, i’m genuinely excited to eventually get to cheol’s part. whether the series ends with his part or continues on to a different title for the alternate ending, i feel like cheol’s part functions as something encompassing a lot of what this series means.

lonely hearts club: ah, lhc. my beloved. i genuinely have such a soft spot for wonwoo, and this is actually a series written in full! its been a while since i’ve done one of those lmao. i think my writing has come a way since i wrote lhc, and i think if i were to rewrite it, there’s things i’d add in--but she has a special place in my heart nonetheless. writing wonwoo as someone who is soft and loving is genuinely just something i enjoy because i feel like i rarely see it sometimes. he’s just a big ole softie who’s quiet and i love it about him.

sweet night: another unfinished one, i know, but... i think there’s parts of sweet night that i genuinely enjoy writing a lot. i think it’s pretty telling how every fic i’ve listed so far is pretty damn plot heavy (because genuinely that is what i love writing!!) and this one is no different. plus, i think this one has a special place for me because it’s technically a collaborative piece with several anons from a mutual’s blog (if you see this, hi sol! hi anons! thank you again for giving me permission to write this fic!) and i think collaborative works are fun. but there’s also some heavier emotions that i do like addressing. 

a mermaid’s kiss: a short one! but i do love her. idk i just love vague mermaid lore and joshua was a rly good fit for this au.

enouement / singing in the rain: ok so im linking both of these here bc SitR is a retelling of enouement as a skz fic. idk why i was abt to say both of these flopped when they did decent. i guess i just don’t hear much feedback on either of them? they both have a special place in my heart. enouement was the first long fic i posted and one i was excited to write, while the other was just one that i have some lines in that i really like.

4 current WIPs for the new year

the rest of under the sun + [potentially] shadow: ok im cheating here but genuinely i’m excited to eventually finish UtS and hopefully still have the juice to write what i’ve been titling shadow! it’s the alt ending, name currently pending.  just assume any series i haven’t finished, i’m hoping to finish next year.

i can’t run away: a vernon fic that feels kinda venty. it’s angst with no happy ending. title also might change a little, but i do like keeping it as it is now.

[WORKING TITLE ALERT] 88/134: a bang chan fic! its another chubby!fem!reader long fic because i can’t be stopped. might change the title later, but it was a reference to apparently how long it takes people to fall in love (men 88 days, women 134 according to a study i have linked on the google doc)

topsy turvy: both versions even though one will be titled differently!! :)

3 biggest improvements

honestly? just motivating myself to write in general. sometimes i hit dry spells, sure, but i’ve been getting better about forcing myself to sit down and write most days.

idk i just feel like i’ve found my style a bit more. focusing on emotions within a plot just fits into what i enjoy writing the most.

properly planning things (most of the time) and sticking to writing out those plans. trust me when i say i never used to plan things out.

2 resolutions

writing the full goddamn fic before posting it OR at least finishing all the plans first.

write more for non-svt groups. please.. @ myself this blog was started for svt AND trsr.

1 favorite line

ughh i think i usually end up having multiple lines that i like in fics so i’ll just pick one at random:

If eternal love took the form of a person, then that truly was you. You’d always have one part of his love tied to you, no matter how far away he went. That was the funny thing about love: you gave up parts of yourself for someone else. Wonwoo might always see you in the books he’d read, in the stores he passed, in the world itself. One day the pain would fade, but his love would always rest with you whether you knew it or not. He tried to think of what the Twitter account would say. Part of him wanted to message it, even if the person running it was on a break. But what could they say to comfort him? That it was okay to be hurt, that they were sorry for encouraging him? That love was a leap of faith and sometimes you fall but it’ll all be okay?

They said falling was the best part of love. If it was, then the impact of hitting the ground was the worst.

(from pt.10 of lonely hearts club)

i will simply mention some ppl and no one has to do it if they don’t want to @junkissed @thepixelelf @husbandhannie