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oh wow oh my god. silvia this is everything i’m???

i’m about to go to sleep and i was like oh lemme queue up a few fics before i go to bed. and. im gonna be thinking about this all night. oh my god!!!!!!!!!

i did tag this as angst (for organizational purposes) because of nate’s restrained reaction that he always has and bc of the bittersweet conversation, but truthfully i feel so warm and so seen after reading this.

i know this has absolutely nothing to do with choices, but the first time i really felt seen with my sexuality was when i read the freshman series and slowly learned more and more about zig and his own journey of coming out and blooming into a fully realized version of himself. and honestly? since then i’ve been chasing that high – i think it’s easy for people to see love interests as “playersexual” which can be so so so damaging when it comes to characters that are canonically Not Straight

because people can easily erase that other side that isn’t “as visible,” we’re not really afforded the same care. but this fic is really all i need in terms of acknowledgement from nate – it hits so many great points that i love SO MUCH.

the uncertainty of even bringing it up, tiptoeing around the trauma, and nate still being supportive and understanding despite his own discomfort. and you wrote his responses so well?? not just his dialogue, but his physical reaction to her words. it just reads like canon to me because you get nate !!!! i’m convinced you could just write the rest of the series with no problems JDKFJSDF

but seriously i don’t tend to read nate fics since he’s not my first route (or second)... and you reminded me of why i absolutely should be reading more nate fics (yours specifically) !!! you’re an incredible writer and i’m so thankful that you wrote a conversation so important and made it so realistic and i just !!!! all the praise from a fellow biflexual <3 JSDFKJSDF

handmade heaven

pairing: nate sewell x eva navarro word count: 1k rating: T warnings: mentions of alcohol

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look, we all know we’re never getting the bisexuality conversation in canon, so i’m just gifting it to myself: nate and eva are both bi, and they talk about it. that’s the fic.

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“I… started dating when I was fifteen.”

She doesn’t look at Nate when she speaks.

A slight frown on her face, Eva looks at the glass of gin and tonic in her hand instead, the ice cubes in it half-melted: it’s an easy thing to focus on, and the effects of it are already becoming clearer in the way she talks, far more freely than usual.

She doesn’t usually talk about this.

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i have so many thoughts swirling around my head right now but i have to tell you that this is one of my favorite mason fics ever it’s so good

i’m gonna preface this by saying i am an absolute sucker for angst and i honestly prefer to read a sad fic over one that’s happy because for me i think it’s so much easier for me to learn more about a character if they’re in peril rather than just, like. idk. grocery shopping or cuddling in bed SJDFKSDK i honestly left this fic with so much more understanding of aimee, of your version of mason, and how they operate, and i’m so grateful you chose to write something so insightful into maimee, seriously i’m obsessed

this excerpt is so haunting to me, because it’s so well written and exactly what i imagine in canon, too.

It's the disconnect, fragments floating in him that can't seem to find their place. He remembers none of it, can't recall the time or place or reasoning but still he's presented with pieces of time he has no memory of.

So vivid, real, they can't just be creations from his subconscious alone.

you’re exactly right – i think mason knows more than he lets on. i know in a perfect world you can repress trauma and never think about it again, but truthfully, i think the lack of details, the fleeting, intense feelings that he can’t piece together and make sense of torment the fuck out of him. he’s not the type to let people know how he’s feeling unless it’s legitimately painful and he can’t hide it. but in his dreams? no one knows how much he’s suffering – and you absolutely captured that idea and i love it so much

switching gears, i’m going to k*ll you for this

He loved it.

He's never loved anything.

watch ur back. u’re donezo

GOD okay so no this is the line. this is the one. this is it. go home.

She's good at this, obnoxiously so, making space for herself in his life wherever.

like genuinely there’s nothing left to be said. that’s it that’s maimee i don’t need to know anything else! this is the dynamic and nothing else describes it better. no but seriously, i really do love the way you characterize aimee. “annoying,” but never overbearing. outgoing, but willing to wind it down for him. like. it’s not that she adjusts her personality to better fit him... it’s that she knows what he needs because she’s perceptive and understanding and so laid back that the “worst” parts of mason do nothing to shake her.

god and you lassoing it right back around ...

He was certain before, but —

I've never loved anything.

— he's not sure anymore.

ok becky u can live i forgive u <3

i just. wow. genuinely, you’ve always been one of my favorite writers and it’s so telling that you can take so many different types of characters and draw out their nuance (even if they’re not afforded that luxury by canon/fandom) so effortlessly. in litg you added depth to characters that i’d considered boring with little to no personality, and here, you’ve crafted yet another o.c. that i love with my entire being and flesh out a li that means the world to me.

i genuinely do consider myself so lucky to have entered the dating sim/visual novel/interactive fiction fandoms when i did because i get to read stuff like this. like i can’t imagine what i’d be doing right now during this shit pandemic without comfort fics like this that feel like an embrace (yes angst with a happy ending is a warm hug 2 me). anyways !!! i’ll shut up because i wrote a whole ass essay JSDKFJSKD i love you and your writing so much i doubt i’ll ever be able to articulate that to the full extent u know? ugh. ily <3 

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✦ pairing | mason x f!detective (aimee lin)

✦ wc | 2.4k

✦ summary | mason has a nightmare and aimee tries her best (warnings for minor mentions of violence)

✦ an | umm i haven’t written in so long and wanted to do something a lil sad, so. here we are!!! if you prefer, you can read it on ao3! and, soz for any spelling errors bjkfdgm

With fever is how he wakes.

Hot pulses over skin, a wild beating that can’t be pinpointed, body in dire emergency, using every ounce of adrenaline to violently yank away sleep.

It’s not even sleep, just pure unconsciousness. Raw, unbridled loneliness. Stuck in never-ending depths you are unable to save yourself from alone.

Fuck is the only thought he can manifest, not again, not now.

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god i love this fic so much. it’s short and sweet but it does so much

i feel like after reading this i’ve learned everything i needed to know about elena and bryce’s domestic life in the best way possible. they’re just so fun and honestly? she’s exactly the person he needs because she matches his energy EXACTLY. god i love elena !!!!!! 

i also absolutely agree that this needed to be written – i know it might be an unpopular opinion because everyone wants a well thought out future with bryce (look, i do too, but hear me out)... but you can’t convince me that bryce would meticulously plan anything at all.

moving in, vacations, proposals, babies, all of that. he’s canonically spontaneous and this is exactly how a proposal would go – he lets his feelings guide him, so if he felt full of love, he’d act on it so this fic is absolutely PERFECT

and you painted the scenario so well?? like this is absolutely a saturday morning after a night out drinking and it’s well past noon and they had to drag themselves to the shower because otherwise they’d never leave the bed – like i can see exactly how they operate and im obsessed with them !!!!

so now im gonna beg for a wedding fic bc you Get It and i’m dying to know what you think it’ll look like for elena and bryce !!!! 

Where would Bryce propose in a last minute?

Simply the Best

Book: Open Heart

Prompt: Bryce proposes at the last minute.

Pairings: Bryce Lahela x MC (Elena Ramirez)

Note: …you did not ask for this but imma present it to you anyway, anon…again because your scenarios make my brain feel alive.

Okay please you need to understand – for as long as I can remember I have always wanted to write a proposal in the shower. I mean, like, way before my choices days... way back. I always always always wanted to find a character that would fit a shower scene proposal.

And, by god, when pb writers told us Bryce takes his sweet time in the shower and he says that line about having company and I just-

Warnings: nothing smutty, but they are in the shower so proceed with caution thanks. so inferences to nudity.

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Tina Turner’s best hits echo against the tiles of the bathroom, almost completely drowned out by the sound of running water and the couple singing along—poorly.

Bryce massages Elena’s scalp, soapy suds pop into hundreds of thousands little pomegranate scented bursts. It’s her turn to use the shampoo bottle as a mic, warbling on and on about being better than anyone.

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oh my GOD !!!!!! this was my first time reading this and i’m FLOORED

one of my favorite things about your writing is the way you add depth and insight to callous characters that honestly we otherwise wouldn’t get in canon. rod is an amazing book, but colt isn’t offered this attention and i’m so glad you love him so much because i can TELL

you know how to balance old colt’s attitude and new colt’s attitude so fucking perfectly oh my lord... i think colt is so difficult to write because he’s not as transparent as logan or even mc. he’s hard to understand if you don’t know what you’re looking for you know? but you know exactly how to write his soft side

i think it’s because you recognize he didn’t really have a soft side before but he developed one. his sensitivity (not really but let’s call it that LMAO) is definitely a muscle and he’s had to work hard at it and you convey that so beautifully with this fic (and every other colt fic). it’s gradual and it’s difficult but it’s so wonderful when it’s done right and you my sweet friend have cracked the code !!!

god there are so many beautiful lines in here too... you’re just so stellar with spoken dialogue, inner monologue, and non-dialogue like you genuinely are so good with all of it !!! always so easy to follow and so comforting and it’s like you’re picking around in these characters’ brains

honestly i’m just so thankful you’re writing for the same fandom i’m in and i get to consume it whenever i want JSKDFJDK such a good fic. god. i’ll be thinking ab this one for a couple days i think SJDFKSJDF love you !!!!!!!

saturday

ride or die | colt kaneko x mc (ellie wheeler)

~2.2k words | T

baby you look good, you look gorgeous / this right here your city, i’m a tourist

or, alternatively, ellie shows colt around the east coast. for @choicesjunechallenge day one! (wander)

rod tags: @choicesarehard, @lovehugsandcandy

they were invisible, out here. in manhattan, ellie was probably always at least a little invisible, but there was a certain freedom in knowing that absolutely no one was looking twice at him or them – that they had a whole uninterrupted weekend to explore stretched out ahead of them. 

back home, he was starting to reach a level of notoriety that brought few places he could go without attracting stares with it. the new crew was coming together faster than he thought it would, and colt was admittedly pretty pleased with his progress, so far. when ellie came back home for the summer, there might actually be something to show her. something that might even have a shot at impressing her. 

her anonymity would evaporate as soon as he got the chance to show her off, back in l.a. – so he figured they might as well take full advantage of this weekend, making the most of their time as nobodies while they still could. 

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comfort fic comfort fic comfort fic oh my god i can’t tell you how much i love this one !!!

the way you write logan and hieron is just pure love you know? every time i read a logan x hieron fic i know i’m gonna be grinning cheek to cheek by the end of it and i’m just so happy you’re a logan girl and you write him so perfectly bc i get to sit back and enjoy <3

i really do think you have young love down to a science, because any time i read a logan or griffin or noah fic by you i know i’m gonna get the exact same feeling by the time it’s over.

your fics genuinely leave me feeling so warm and this one probably leaves me feeling the warmest?? this fic is a giant hug i swear. and i love how it ignores canon and all the angst that comes with the end of the book. ugh this one will forever be a fav !!! thank you so much for writing this queen it’s sick how much i think about it

what you know bout love

“it’s just you and me” tagging: @zigtheeortega @brightpinkpeppercorn @anotherbeingsworld (all); @troublemakerinspace (logan fics); @rodappreciationweek (rodaw) word count: 1295

a/n: this is a fic inspired by that one post i made :) this is my submission for RODAW’s logan day c: one, we’re gonna pretend roads are clear in la for once and two, you don’t have to, but I recommend you play the song once you get to that part in the fic

“C’mon, mama, I’m taking you out,” Logan said with a mischievous smile, quickly snatching the book Hieron held in her hands. “You’ve been studying for far too long, and don’t even start with your ‘it’s too late to go out’ bullshit, please I beg. It’s a Friday night, and I miss you.”

She pouted at him in mock annoyance and looked at the clock on the bedside table. 11:54 PM. She rolled her eyes playfully before getting up from the bed in their loft. “First of all, you didn’t even give me the time to object, second of all, we sleep in the same bed every night, and third of all, it won’t even be Friday anymore by the time we get where we’re going.”

“Hieron, I barely saw you today, and that’s the point: it’s the weekend. There’s no reason why your studying can’t wait. How could you say no to this bad boy?” Logan replied, gesturing to himself. 

Hieron scoffed and gently shoved him before heading down the stairs. “Bad boy my ass,” she muttered under her breath.

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this fucking fic !!!! i promise you i think about it constantly.

look okay this is gonna sound so stupid, but sometimes when i’m reading fics i’m like “this if fanfiction about a pixelated love interest and a pixelated main character and it’s good”. but other times, like with this fic, i’m like “these are real people. i want to know everything about them and watch their entire relationship unfold.”

i don’t know man, there’s just something so comforting about your writing that i can’t really put into words SJDKFSDKSD i know im saying this about smut so don’t tease me JSDKFJSD but on top of incredibly written smut you know exactly how to humanize characters SO well

there are so many good lines here that i think about a lot and i’d even like to say have influenced how i write too? i don’t know man maybe it’s because you thoroughly Get the love interests you write for, but you always add little details that make them real to me

this line makes me dkhhsfhdshbrrt brrt brrt

No, he lets her go quiet because it’s what she needs. It’s her natural state. She’s always been good at chatter and small talk, but she needs the reprieve of switching off. And it’s another thing that Bryce knows how to give her. 

god. this is exactly it. bryce is just. he’s so much more thoughtful and attentive than he is in current canon. YOUR bryce is more thoughtful and attentive KJSDFKSJDK AND THIS LINE TOO LMAOOOO

Bryce rubs his hands together like a silent movie villain. “No roommates.”

no but exactly he WOULD !!! and thats why this fic makes me go so fucking crazy because every single line in this is so HIM that it hurts my soul that this isn’t canon. (its canon to me tho)

okay okay im gonna try to stop picking lines out but like. these two paragraphs. every time i read them i’m just. speechless.

The very, very, very, worst thing about Bryce Lahela was that she couldn’t get enough of him. Not just that insane body, but of the brain inside it. Which is why, a year and change into boinking his brains out whenever possible, she was trying to focus only on boinking his brains out.

But he was an insidious thing with his confidence, his care. The faith he had in her. It shook her down to her roots, unearthed that thing inside her that craved more than friendship, more than sex.

fuck i don’t know how else to articulate it but you just GET him and i’m so so so thankful that you wrote this dynamic because it’s so beautifully done and i’m not quite sure i can read another fuck buddy bryce fic without thinking of yours and i mean that in the most complimentary way possible

i said it earlier but i have to reiterate how much i love this fic. it’s one of my favs and will forever be a fav because honestly? i couldn’t come up with a fic this gorgeous and this well paced and PERFECT if i tried so THANK YOU for writing this for bryce ugh i love it ok ill shut up now KSJDFKFSDKJ

edit: i forgot to mention that i did in fact listen to say it by maggie rogers and it’s absolutely perfect for bryce x mc. i added it to my bryce x mc (spencer) playlist and it’s just. it’s perfect

Swelter of the Night (Bryce x MC)

Pairing: Bryce Lahela x F!MC (Jessie Watson)  Rating: E Word Count: ~3,680 (she a little lengthy sorry) Summary: F***buddies with feelings.  Notes: Real clown girl shit - I started writing this before book 2 came out lol.  I’ve basically been wanting write this since that diamond scene where you can decide to tell Bryce if you have feelings or want to keep it casual. the title comes from “Say It” by Maggie Rogers. my bryce x mc playlist slaps. ANYWAY.  _________________

The worst thing about Bryce Lahela was the inevitability of him. 

From the very first second she got a look at him, at the lean sculpted muscles of his body, at the little swoop of his hair. At that smile that said I know something you don’t know. 

At that very first moment, she’d felt it. That thing. That pull. 

The thing that had her looking up from her drink on a hot July evening. The height of summer meant that it was approaching ten o’clock and the sun was just starting to set. Across Donahue’s, someone is talking to him, brandishing a beer bottle for dramatic effect. She realizes, belatedly, the other man is describing a baseball hit. 

But Bryce is already looking at her. 

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this is a fic that’s stayed with me.

god there’s something about this one that i just can’t get out of my brain. it’s so real and believable to feel useless when things are going wrong so you do the only thing you can do to help... even if it’s okay to be “useless”.

i really do love mina – she’s such a great oc and so much of her personality comes out here with how she moves and interacts with mason and i absolutely love it.

oh my god this line in particular i think is absolutely perfect because it’s how i imagine mason with my detective too

Mason says her name so rarely that the sound of it is foreign in his mouth, the syllables strangely elongated, reverberating in the small space that remains between them as Mason approaches, standing down, his arms at his sides.

like. that’s exactly it. with him, intimacy and care isn’t as overt as n or f. mason is a serious character in theory, because he’s a tough nut to crack – he doesn’t joke about things other than sex or teasing those close to him (sometimes). he never says things he doesn’t mean or things he won’t commit to. so him saying her name with a serious tone, and promising he won’t leave her, and he won’t let her die... there’s just SO much in those couple of lines.

i’m so grateful you wrote this fic and i get to reread it whenever i want because it’s beautiful and it’s an amazing insight to you as a writer (i know we both hate being perceived but i have to let you know how wonderful you are and that there are people who appreciate you and your kindness).

this shouldn’t be a comfort fic but it for sure is for me JSDJFKKSD 

sour candy

mason x f!detective / 1.6K / M (as always, for mason)

⇢ summary: the detective makes mason tea.

⇢ notes: on ao3 here. thank you to m, k, j, and e for their conversations and contributions and observations and thoughts and stories and inspiration and songs and telling me to play mason’s route and lots of other things.

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There’s blood on Mason’s face. 

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wow. wow wow wow. i don’t know how you managed to evoke so much feeling in less than 400 words but i’m reeling from this.

i’m a huge logan stan but i have such a soft spot for everyone in rod, especially colt. every character’s been through so much trauma in the past but... with colt we get to see that real time and it’s so fucking painful to read.

god i can’t tell you how much i love this fic – it’s genuinely so hard to picture colt, who’s completely alone, trying to rebuild and repair his father’s legacy. this was such a perfect glimpse into the aftermath and i loved every single word of it.

the image of him, knees buckled, just watching the flames engulf his father’s auto shop – the only real thing where he made lasting memories with him in – is burned into my brain. and even more so than that, you tugged at my heartstrings with the imagery of the desk standing tall amongst the soot... god i loved this so much. this is gonna be on my mind for days for sure (i love that this is based on a song too !!! gives the fic a whole other layer)

Colt: The Show Must Go On

For @rodappreciationweek​, I am presenting a series of drabbles associated with Queen songs. Queen is my favorite band and I am absolutely obsessed with their music!

Disclaimer: Characters belong to Pixelberry and song belongs to Queen (written by Brian May)

Rating: PG (cw: mention of death and arson)

Word Count: ~340

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Logan: I Want To Break Free

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you know, one of my favorite things in fics is when the author takes a scene that we’ve already seen but they add so much more meaning to it by simply writing it from another perspective.

writing from bryce’s perspective (or any li’s perspective) is one of my fav things to do because you can add a level of angst/fluff that you can’t get otherwise. it makes the dynamic so scrumptious so i’m constantly on the lookout for fics with changing perspectives/from the li’s perspective

anyways this fic is so fresh and new and different to me because i never would’ve thought of viewing bryce x mc from keiki’s lens? like it’s honestly genius because i get her anger so much more than i do in canon because what you’re adding is a perfect contextualization of her feelings – keiki feeling left out again when all she wants is to have love reciprocated and to make good memories with her brother is so hard to read but i can’t get enough of it !!!!

it makes her storyline (and bryce’s) so much more painful imo. i can feel her bitterness towards bryce’s happiness and it’s so good.

i absolutely love the subtleties of bryce and keiki’s dynamic early on. you’ve written it so perfectly and i can’t say enough how much i love how you’ve written keiki here?? she’s so much more believable and human than pb ever wrote her LMAO. anyway i love this fic a lot and i’ve had it in my drafts forever but i never got around to reading it until now and i’m SO glad i did !!!!

Keiki In Real Life

Story Summary: Her brother was essentially a stranger to her and the prospect of meeting the people most important to him intimidated the hell out of her.

Chapter Summary: Keiki meets her brother’s girlfriend Casey and wonders whether she made a mistake coming to Boston.

Author’s Note: Oh god this has been in my drafts… since June. Which might have been around the time that Keiki was introduced? I think I mostly like this. I’ve been in such a dry spell when it comes to writing and stories that I just needed to finish something so if you see me using the same words a few times whooooooooooops. I swear there was a post that inspired this somewhere and if I find it I’ll link it!

I’m sneaking a recommendation in here, go read Estelle’s social media AU because it is literally the best serotonin right now.

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oh wow. this was a gut punch

this concept in general haunts me so i can’t even imagine what rod mc is going through? seeing the remnants of people you love that you lost is one of the hardest things – it’s so simple but it still fucking hurts

with loss itself, it’s hard enough to get over the initial loss and the feelings that come with it... but sometimes it’s more than just that – its a never ending battle with yourself to keep those memories as positive as possible (at least in my experience) for rod mc, cars, driving, even feeling the wind through her hair is tainted... and this fic captures that perfectly

i genuinely can’t get over how beautiful this is. the smallest things mean the most to each other and are the things threading them together despite the distance and the loss of whatever they had

this is short but so fucking impactful... i'm gonna be thinking about this for days honestly wow

Looking for Him (Logan x MC)

Book: Ride or Die

Author’s Note: @brightpinkpeppercorn​ loaned me the concept from His Car, a story that haunted me for days.  If you like it, please like, comment, or re-blog!

Eleanor

The autumn leaves glow red in the setting sun as Eleanor makes here way back to her dorm. Midterms at Langston are notoriously hard, and after seven hours at the library she still feels unprepared for anything but sleep. But as daylight fades her tired eyes find a familiar car parked halfway up her block. She’d know its make and model anywhere—a 2005 Devore GT. It can’t be his. But her heart pounds and she lets her backpack slip to the sidewalk as she starts towards the sports car. As she draws nearer, the light from a street lamp gleams off the paint, and she exhales the breath she didn’t know she was holding. Solid black. It isn’t Logan’s car. He isn’t here. And yet he is here, at the edge of her thoughts every moment she’s awake. She’s burned him into her memory and now she sees him everywhere —a flash of yellow on the highway, a familiar brown jacket moving in a crowd. At night, if she lets herself, she can almost feel his warm breath on her neck, his calloused hands slipping under her shirt. And when she comes apart alone in the dark, his name is on her lips. 

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FAVORITE ONE YET AHH

seriously this one is absolutely immaculate... elijah threatening him? top tier.

no but i absolutely love the details you add here because they feel so real and they add SO much to bryce’s route.. just this tad bit of subtext completely changes how i look at his route honestly. just the idea of bryce secretly pining and waiting for her to give him attention is so fucking scrumptious i LOVE IT

momentary glance #3

bryce lahela x piper simmons

a brief look at a scene from open heart from bryce’s point of view

↳ book one, chapter six

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Bryce sat uncomfortably on the arm of the sofa in Piper’s new apartment. The housewarming party was shaping up to be a big event, but it was missing one very important thing- Piper.

His eyes scanned the room one more time before he sighed and checked the time on his phone. Someone cleared their throat next to him.

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oh my god i love this part so much wow wow wow

i’m such a sucker for characters slowly wanting to be around each other more and more and before they know it they’re in love – and you captured the beginning of that so wonderfully here omfg

i’m not sure if you’re doing this with the series or not but just the idea of bryce trying to be spontaneous with mc and her turning him down until she finally accepts and bryce is just like over the moon because of it?

i love piper so much already god i can’t wait for the other parts !!!

momentary glance #2

bryce lahela x piper simmons

a brief look at a scene from open heart from bryce’s point of view

↳ book one, chapter four

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Bryce was walking towards the locker rooms, ready to clock out when someone caught his eye. Piper lingered in the hallway near the nurse’s station with a troubled look on her face. He found himself turning to walk to her.

What are you doing? he thought. Your shift is over. Go home!

But still his feet carried him to her.

“Hey,” he said quietly, watching as she jumped slightly. “Tough day?”

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okay so please forgive me if i blow up your notifs SJDKFSDJK but i’ve been meaning to read the series in its entirety and give it my full attention

you gave me SO much with this drabble like... i am absolutely reeling at the line “that’s the goal” because that’s SO HIM GODDDD i can already tell you have his voice down and i’m so fucking excited to keep reading ahh !!!!

momentary glance #1 

bryce lahela x piper simmons

a brief look at a scene from bryce’s point of view

↳ book one, chapter three

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Bryce looked over to where the basketball laid at Piper’s feet.

“Well then, Simmons. Are you gonna pass it back?”

“Come see if you can take it from me.”

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this is genuinely one of my favorite fics you’ve ever written and i have so many thoughts still even though we’re like... two and a half months post platinum weekend 

i think shane is a character that deserves more attention despite being cast aside both in canon and in the fandom – there’s so much depth to him and he gets little to no credit for it. i think the reason i love him so much is because he’s not afraid to call mc on her bullshit or let her know how he feels. it’s so refreshing to get that perspective because it seems like all we’re dealt nowadays is li’s that either don’t challenge the mc at all or ONLY challenge her because they’re stoic or whatever SKJDFKSD anyways sorry for the tangent he’s just one of my underrated favs

you capture shane’s best qualities in a subtle way – the details about how he didn’t really consider sexual tension until someone said it. how he wasn’t going to boast about his great experience because cadence was clearly in a bad place and he didn’t want to make her feel worse. how careful he is with her and their friendship

so this is a little embarrassing to admit, but i relate to this fic more than i ever really intended to. god i was in cadence’s shoes for too long, glamorizing the college experience and... not getting any of that. but thankfully i had moments like these (not the romance aspect SJDFKJSD) where i grounded myself again and reminded myself that yeah, good things are yet to come, but there’s some good happening now 

anyways, this fic means so much to me and i think about it all the time. genuinely one of the best friends to lovers fics i’ve ever read ugh ok love uuuu <3

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platinum | shane parker x mc (cadence dorian)

shane and cadence have been best friends their entire lives. so why do things feel so different when she comes to visit him at college? set pre-book. (for @platinumweekend ❤️)

tags: @choicesarehard ; @empressazura; @zigtheeortega ; @pixeljazzy ; @withbeautyandrage 

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“it’s not like that.” it feels like at least the fourth or fifth time he’s said as much since he first casually mentioned that cadence would be coming to visit this weekend, much to the delight of his friends. “we’ve been best friends our whole lives. that’s it.”

“sure,” angelica grins, looking just about as far from angelic as any one person can get. “if you say so.”

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god there’s something about griffin and elora that’s so precious to me – every time i read something with both of them it feels so real.

yeah that’s an odd thing to say considering they go to magic school, but what i mean by it is that griffin and elora absolutely embody what it means to fall in love for the first time – honestly everything you write has that feeling for me.

not to get sappy but it makes me think of my own experience with love specifically the beginning of my own relationship with my first/current boyfriend and just how fun it is falling in love with someone as a teenager. you feel everything so much deeper and it’s reckless when you look back at it but it’s so natural – this fic reminds me of the first summer i spent with my boyfriend where all we did was find ways to entertain ourselves since we were 16/17 in a small town – long drives, movie dates, blaring our music with the windows down, and even more than that, getting to know each other by just having fun

anyways this fic means a lot to me and i love it more than anything and i love you !!!!!!!!

#6 for the i love you prompts for any pairing you want 💕

6. on a sunny Tuesday afternoon, the late sunlight glowing in your hair (griffin x mc) - the way you said ‘i love you’

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If there was one thing Elora knew how to do, it was how to glow brighter than the sun.

Most times, it happened subconsciously. She could be enjoying the company of her friends, thinking to herself how lucky she was to be surrounded by people who cared about her, and she would just start to shine, a bubbling warmth coursing throughout her body before she even had the chance to process it. Her friends would feel the change in the air and begin to smile, her warmth now becoming infectious. She would stop herself before it got out of hand, but the moments where she was just so happy she began to glow were probably the most memorable moments of all. 

Other times, she knew it was coming and just couldn’t bring herself to restrain it. There’s one vivid memory of this circumstance she had in particular, and it was one of the spontaneous dates she had with Griffin. They were both done with classes for the day, and for the first time in forever, they didn’t have thief practice right after (thank the stars they didn’t because Tuesday was their conditioning day and Elora could not bring herself to process the grueling workouts she knew they would’ve been put through). Initially, Elora wanted them to bang out their homework, study a little, and take a nap together before meeting up with the gang for dinner (it wasn’t every day she was able to indulge in a lazy afternoon), but Griffin had other plans.

“C’mon, love, I promise you’ll like it,” Griffin said, taking her hand in his.

“You only call me ‘love’ when you’re trying to convince me because you know it’ll work,” she said with a roll of her eyes. Griffin shot her a grin in response as they began to walk. She had no idea where they were going, and honestly, she felt that Griffin had no idea either, but she was going to trust the process anyways.

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hi! if you notice this blog reblogging your fics, this is jade (zigtheeortega/masonscig/nickyhorne)! i decided to make this little fic rec sideblog so i can talk freely outside of the tags and i can organize fics that i read a lot more efficiently. sometimes i feel like i can’t quite articulate what i wanna say in a couple of tags and it’s so hard to look through my blog and find fics i want to reread, so i thought i’d use this blog to give myself easy access to fics i love! anyways, here’s how i’m sorting it, if you’re interested:

fandoms:

choices

the wayhaven chronicles

litg

other fandoms if i’m compelled to rb them!

tags:

character

category

characters (by first name):

choices

bryce lahela

colt kaneko

griffin langley

logan

shane parker

the wayhaven chronicles

mason

categories:

fluff

angst

series

au

n*fw

(hyperlinking these as i reblog stuff)

**please note that i’m also tagging the author’s url as well as triggers and content warnings as needed.**