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Slow Motion

Pairing: Benny Miller x Heart Vu (Vietnamese!OFC that uses they/she pronouns)

Content contains some fluff, maybe angst (internal?), some cursing, intimacy, and alludes to some steamy love at the end. Not beta'd because I should be sleeping and not writing in the middle of the night. Apologies if this doesn't make any sense.

Inspiration: "Slow Motion" by Matt Champion & JENNIE

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Author's Notes: Hi everyone, it's been a while. I'm sorry that I've been MIA for so long, basically a year now. It kinda hard to find time and inspiration to write nowadays. I wrote this for the @triplefrontier-anniversary.

Heart took a deep breath in and then out while clenching their black fanny pack and a brown paper bag across their chest.

"Okay," Heart mumbled to themselves before leaving their car and locking it with their car key dangling on their left hand with a sinking brown paper bag on their right. The bag crinkling with every step.

Before Heart could knock on the door, a tall brownish-blonde haired man with a backwards green cap swiftly opened the black screen door.

“Artie!” A giddy deep voice escaped the lips of the tall man.

“Benny,” Heart replied back with as much similar energy as they could, but it sounded like a sputtering engine.

“Glad you could make it!” He shouts with glee over the booming music playing in the near distance. He then glanced down at Heart's right hand.

"Oranges?" Benny asked like it was a quiz as he reached for the bag.

"Your favorite."

"Tell your aunt thanks." He said with a pep in his step as stepped aside. "Come on in, you can place your stuff on the couch."

"Thanks, Benny." They took a couple steps in and they are faced with a spattering of people, a few watching TV, a few at the kitchen grabbing food and drinks, and what seems like a huge crowd in the backyard where the music is blasting at.

The next minutes to hours felt like a blur. There was food that Heart vacuumed up, sodas and water that they gulped down. They may have talked to some people but they mainly hung behind Benny that the next thing they knew, they were suddenly in the backyard where the whole party gathered. They looked at Benny with a softened smile from afar as he was talking to Francisco, one of his pals, Francisco's wife, Merida, and Tilly, who does the finances at the gym Benny goes to.

They feel a bit drained from all of the party. They needed a break.

As if on cue, their phone vibrated from their back jean pocket.

"Perfect," they whispered.

Before they walked away to answer the call, Heart turned around to look at Benny. They could tell Benny was engulfed with whatever conversation one of his other pals, Santiago, were recalling about and the crowd was equally entranced with it.

Heart sighed a bit of relief with a shy meek smile, not wanting to disturb him, as they stride away to some random room in the empty house. They slapped the door behind them after they accidentally tripped on some clumped fabric on the floor.

“Hello?”

“Hey.” A familiar calm voice answered back.

“Hey, Nathaniel. What’s up?” Heart answered with a hint of air grasping for calmness, slowly sliding down to the wooden floor.

"Not much. Just wanted to check up on you. How's the party?"

"It's partying."

"Yeah, I can hear it, but Heart, why aren't you there, you know, partying?"

Heart chuckled while rubbing the back of their neck. "Not really my thing."

"And yet you're there, in some capacity."

"I'm just here to celebrate Benny's win yesterday, Nate."

Nate hummed with a whiffing amusement. Heart rolled their eyes. "Nate."

"Heart, how long have we known each other?"

"Too long." Heart sassed lowly.

"Funny, but not enough." Nate reflected back.

Cue another eye roll.

"We know why you're there."

"Yeah, to help celebrate Benny's win from his match yesterday and to give the oranges your mom grew."

"Is that your final answer or do you want to try that again?"

Heart sighed. "Okay, fine. Let's redo."

Nate hummed proudly. "Why are you there?"

"For Benny."

"Why?"

"Okay, I didn't think there would be more questions."

"Fine, I'm cutting out the bullshit filler. You like Benny, yes or no?"

"Yes."

"Okay, I'm cutting out more extra B.S. because you answered that too quickly."

Before Heart could utter a sound, Nate continued, "And I know that you're gonna say something like, 'I like him as a person and friend', because no, shit, I do too. But I know your 'like' is different from my 'like'."

To Heart they weren't technically wrong. Benny was someone who they think is a great companion platonically. However when it comes to romance…

“I don’t know.”

“What do you mean you don’t know?”

Heart rubbed the back of their neck for a couple of seconds, contemplating on a complete sentence that wasn’t “I don’t know.”

“I do like him in a romantic sense but I don’t really see myself in a relationship with him.”

“Come on, you’ve at least imagined it.”

Heart has. They imagined laughing at each other whenever they goofed off or at each other's inside jokes. They imagined sitting together in quietness, playing amidst the noise. They imagined the conversation that trail on to equate novels. They imagined lying in bed close together and comforting each other in warmth.

Heart sighed before replying back, “Maybe, but fiction doesn’t always make it to reality.”

Reality is Benny could be with anyone. Reality is that the best for Benny is out there. The best containing future memories where the best could hear his contagious laughter, witness his spotlight smiles, cheer him on but know to acknowledge his flaws. Know that Benny is a person who is flawed but the kindness still shines amidst the rain. Notices the little actions and habits of the best and the best notices him back. They imagined it because they see themselves as the audience member who has witnessed someone actively engaging with him that it feels like the sound of the director to cut is too far away as they want to leave and give them space. The extra in the movie or TV show who is there in hopes of...something. But what's stopping them? What's stopping Heart from pursing their heart?

"So you're afraid of the unknown? The what-if?"

"No, Nate," they paused to take a sharp deep breath before continuing, "I'm afraid of the what-if being known as false hope. I don't want to try because I'm afraid that instead of a personal truth, I get an empty lonely reflection in the mirror. I love him and I think, no, I know, he can do better than me."

"Heart." Nate whispered like a hush but Heart continued.

"I really love him, Nate. But I don't want this friendship to break because I don't think he loves me the same as I do for him. I love him that I want to maintain this friendship and not lose him in this bunched up coil of a human being that is me."

"So you love him."

"Yes, I love Benny, Nate."

A creak from behind lingered out, causing Heart to sharply turn around. Causing Heart to face a reality, Benny standing at the open door. Heart jumped up with a stagger from her spot on the ground.

“Nate," Heart muttered against their phone, "I’ll call you back.”

“No need! Tell me at the cousin potluck tomor-!” He blurted out before Heart quickly ended the call and shoved their phone in their back jean pocket.

“Benny, hey." Heart sputtered out with a twitching-edge smile. "Whatcha doing here?”

“This is my room.” Benny states calmly as he turns on the lights.

Heart felt her feelings flush to the ground as she slowly scanned the room she was standing in. A small splattered row of clothes that may have spilled from the laundry basket near the door, a neatly prepared bed, posters of rock bands like AC/DC and some MMA fighters plastered all over the walls, and a small shelf full of DVDs and books.

That was not the bathroom.

“Oh fuck," Heart softly gasped out.

Benny chuckled and joked back, "Whoa, that's some strong language. There's kiddos around."

Heart snickered back with a hint of an eye roll. "Oh please, you're one to talk."

Benny softly chuckled before taking a step towards Heart with hands in his pocket and a restrained blank face. "Is it still real?" Benny asked.

"Real?" Heart feigned ignorance and swallowed the discomfort in her throat.

Another step. "Are those feelings still there in you?"

What could Heart say? What could stop the time from not slowing down, ticking away as she tries to formulate a complete sentence. Formulate a response where this moment could pass to the next page.

"Yes," they whispered out.

"What if I think you're wrong."

Their mind mentally dropped. "What?" They softly gasped out.

"What if... what if I told I thought you could do better than me?"

Their mind rewinded back up. "Benny-"

"Because I absolutely think you can."

Heart didn't speak. Their eyes slightly misting up in confusion.

"Artie. What if I told you that I keep replaying the time when you came to one of my matches for the first time? Seeing you in the crowd like the piece of a gem shining bright. Seeing your beautiful smile, wanting to see you smile like that for as long as you can. Worried that I won't see that smile because I was so worried that I thought I might break this friendship thinking you don't feel the same way."

Now Benny was only centimeters from Heart. He pulled out his hands from his pockets.

"But you know what? I'm glad you stuck around. I'm glad you stuck around because you're giving me the time of day for me to tell you that I love you. I love you, Heart Vu."

"Are..." Heart reached to grasp his right hand. "Are those emotions still real?"

"100%. Are yours?"

"Absolutely, Benjamin Miller."

Heart pulled him into an embrace across his back and he does the same to them, pulling them close to his beating chest.

"Can I kiss you?"

"Yes." They said, releasing themselves from listening to his heart so Benny could lean down and press his lips to Heart's softly like a comforting pillow before pulling back to gaze at each other's eyes.

"Could we... could we do more?"

"We can do whatever you want, Artie."

“You didn’t close the door.” Heart whispered, resting her chin gently against Benny's chest.

“Would you like me to?” Benny whispered while gently brushing his lips against her left ear.

“Yes.”

Benny embraced a giggly Heart to his chest as he sprinkled kisses all over their face and neck as he slams the door shut with his back. A door click was heard afterwards.

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miss-beep-beep · 1 month

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Triple Frontier Write-A-Thon

Hosted by @romanarose and @for-a-longlongtime

Hello everyone! March 13th of this year is the 5 year anniversary of Triple Frontier, a movie that was underrated but very precious to all of us. To me, it is a comfort movie and something that through fics and fandom has helped me process a lot of things.

Charlie Hunnam announced recently that there is potential for a sequel and he is trying to get it in production and has signed on as a producer. Me and @for-a-longlongtime want to both drum up a little noise and celebrate this media we all love so much!

How it works

Write a fanfiction of Triple Frontier, following the content rules listed below. This is for both art and fanfiction. We encourage you to utilize twitter or instagram if you’d like to share either, and #triplefrontier or #triplefrontier2019 on any site you post on. If you don’t want to make art or write, we encourage you to use social media platforms with the hashtags to help make some noise.

We are highly encouraging LGBT themes and for you to think outside of x f!reader.

All fics that fall under the rules are encouraged, so if you write Santiago Garcia x afab!f!reader, that’s great! But we’d like to take this time to encourage gay/bi pairings, trans readers, or even trans interpretations of the boys. Branch out!

When you post, tag @triplefrontier-anniversary on tumblr and we will reblog it there. We also may reblog onto our main. Please follow that page to see what other people are writing! In the tags, please tag it triple frontier write a thon, just to make everything easily found.

If you want to post art that tumblr doesn’t allow like nude art, link the content in a tumblr post, like a twitter link, and we’ll reblog that!

If you exclusively write on ao3 or wattpad or other, you can either make a link on a tumblr post and tag us. Other option is to message me (RomanaRose) privately and I’ll make a post and link you and reblog it to the page.

Rules

We will run from March 1st to March 14th. Fics and art posted before or after will not be counted.

This is not a dark event, sorry! Some of us enjoy dark content but wanted to keep this particular event mostly non-dark. That being said, we will allow dub con in the context of mild alcohol use, power dynamics etc. Kidnapping/arranged marriage etc is fine as long as consent is given for anything sexual. Mostly we are looking to avoid non-con/violence. If you have questions, don’t be afraid to reach out to us!

All participants must be 18+, although smut is not required

No incest, including Millercest. None of the usual ‘no’s’, such as underage content apply in addition to no dark.

We have the right to exclude any fic that makes us uncomfortable. It’s our event.

However, we will NOT be excluding people for personal biases, unless it encroaches on our boundaries. I.E. If we have you blocked, please don’t try to enter the event. However, if we’ve had petty beefs or you and one of our mutuals don’t like each other, we generally will include your work. This event is to promote Triple Frontier, not about us.

LGBT themes are highly encouraged, not required.

Tom is allowed. We’re not gonna tell you not to include him if that’s what your little heart desires. However, we highly encourage that your work includes at least one of the usual 4

Leave me alone I love Arrested Development, RIP Carl Weathers.

We hope everyone has fun and this drums up more Triple Frontier fics, in which we are severely lacking!

Remember to reblog and comment to support artists!

Please come to us with any questions!

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miss-beep-beep · 2 months

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As annoying as it probably would be, I wonder if AO3 would allow special HTML to prevent copy-paste of my works. There are ways around it but it might just deter lazy content thieves

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miss-beep-beep · 3 months

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Being inclusive with your reader insert fic is a kindness. It tells people of color (poc) that you are considering someone who does not look like you in your fic. It shows love and dedication to our craft. It tells poc that they belong here too and they can see themselves in your story.

Poc aren’t look for activism in fic, we know fandom isn’t that serious, but we should be able to have that same level of escapism when we turn to fic and fandom. We belong here too. This space is for everyone, not just one group of people.

Just to give a few examples of how simple it can be: say “skin warmed” instead of blushed, say “cradled your head” instead of running fingers through hair, say “angles yourself to kiss” instead of standing on tiptoes, use italics to indicate Spanish to take out a throwaway line of “you didn’t understand Spanish” things like that. Small changes that do not impact the fic at all but make a world of difference in inclusivity!

And for anything you can’t/don’t want to change, simply add warning in the beginning. Things like hair descriptors, anything reader might wear, some backstory for reader (especially involving family or where the story is set), readers job, things like that. A lot of times just having that heads up before the fic makes a world of difference!

And one example of kindness we as writers always worked to change: until recently (just a couple years ago) it wasn’t common to label the gender of the reader. But those who aren’t female asked writers to label it so they know which to read and which to avoid, and now it’s common to label the gender/pronouns of the reader. So it is possible! It just takes effort! And I’m a writer myself so I know it can be done!

We can pretend to be a bartender or a bounty hunter or an actress or anything else. But we shouldn’t have to imagine we’re a white one.

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miss-beep-beep · 3 months

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CALLING ALL FANFICTION AUTHORS!

please reblog this. i've talked about this twice before, but obviously not everyone has seen it. i am calling for anyone who writes fanfiction or posts about a certain game/show/universe in any connective manner to please, please- PLEASE, copy this memo below comprising links to supporting palestine, education on the situation in gaza, and a must-need for those who engage in TLOU tumblr; links regarding the creators (neil druckmann) zionism, and how the plot of tlou2 is based on the israeli occupation of palestine. i don't care if what you write seems "insignificant" or "small" in the grouping of larger fics. no. everything that is not related to palestine in any form NEEDS these links. because, when we stray away from reblogging, or writing up our own posts in support of palestine/sharing journalists stories/etc. even for a SINGLE piece of writing, we could be missing people who are unaware (which, shouldn't be the case atp, but..) and fucking especially because in these fandoms, fics are the most popular thing. not reblogs about palestine, unfortunately; there are so many fanfiction accounts who very clearly don't give a fuck about the whole situation, seeping in silence, posting fics during strikes, not taking accountability for it now, so on and so forth. please, for the love of all that is good- CALL THEM OUT! people gaining hundreds of notes, tens of reblogs, supportive comments on a post that completely disregards what is happening SO BOLDLY right now, should irk you. i swear, if i see one more fuckass "i didn't know!" apology from an author who is CONSTANTLY on tumblr, REGULARLY posting fanfiction, i'm going to fucking lose it. if you are on tumblr to begin with, being this active- you have time to reblog. actually, educating yourself and reblogging is way quicker than writing up fanfiction of any length. are you fucking kidding me? you are laughable. comical, not real, and i have nay an ounce of respect for you. ever. but besdies that; the memo. i want everyone to copy this, or make something similar. put this above your summaries, authors note, whatever comes before the writing. every post you make should link back to supporting palestine, cause you never know how many eyes it will reach. it could change a lot of things. on pc, i believe copying it completely will preserve the links, but i'm not sure if mobile will. again. do whatever you can to add it. don't be lazy. put this in ur masterlists/navigation too.

for all fanfiction authors:

for tlou fanfiction authors:

from the river to the sea, palestine will be free 🇵🇸 READ: this account stands with palestine, and so— i require everyone who interacts to educate themselves, and support/donate. READ THESE; 1 and 2, HELP HERE, BOYCOTT. silence is complicity, do not scroll past this. DO NOT BUY THE REMASTER, TLOU2, TLOU1, OR ANY GAME FROM NAUGHTY DOG! neil druckmann (the creator) is a zionist. PLEASE READ THIS. AND REBLOG THIS.

you may add what is necessary, i wanted to keep it short for attention span sakes, and to avoid people skipping it entirely, and so on. i may edit these, fix up anything, but again, if you're using them you can edit them however. as long as you are linking anything in general, that is what matters. thank you, love from aestra. from the river to the sea, palestine will be free 🇵🇸

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miss-beep-beep · 3 months

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it's okay if you're not on a rec list

it's okay if you don't have 1000 followers

it's okay if you haven't written as much as you wanted to this year

it's okay if you doubt yourself

it's okay to want more attention

it's okay if you're too shy to share your work

you are valued. you are here. you are important.

there's at least one person out there who recognizes you and looks forward to what you have to say.

you belong.

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miss-beep-beep · 3 months

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Reblog if you’re over 20 and still read/write fan fiction.

I’m curious!

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miss-beep-beep · 4 months

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everyone should attempt an artisan craft at some point in their life because it would cut down the number of comments questioning why handmade goods like ceramics or textile craft or woodworking are so expensive

and this is an unrealistic expectation, but I think the attempt should include seeing through to the end at least one "finished" item, no matter how clumsy or lumpy your first attempts might be. like to me, there's a huge difference in perspective between attempting to learn how to crochet or throw a pot for a few days, acknowledging that it's harder than it looks and giving up, versus committing to finishing that scarf or clay pot you started and working on it for weeks while you painstakingly learn from your mistakes and grow attached to your project while also simultaneously hating it.

once you finish the latter, your perspective changes from "why does this crocheted blanket cost $200" to "holy shit I can't believe they're charging $200 for this crocheted blanket instead of $2000" because you may have known crocheting is hard, you may have easily agreed with the idea that "handmade goods take time and effort" even before attempting a craft, but now you know firsthand the absolute time sink it takes to make things. like yeah dude, that one item took you 2 months to make and probably wasn't even an ultra complex item if it was the first thing you made, now imagine attaching an hourly wage to that time to calculate the cost (and this is ignoring every nuance of the artistic element and master crafters being able to work faster/charge higher because of their years and years of experience)

anyway this rant has been motivated by a comment I saw on someone else's ceramic post asking why a mug was $60 and they understand it's handmade but $60 just seems overpriced, and bro do you know how long ceramics take to make. that mug probably took at minimum 3 weeks between how long it takes to throw the mug, dry partially, trim the mug, dry fully, bisque fire, wait a day for the kiln to cool, sand and paint and glaze, glaze fire, wait a day for the kiln to cool, take product photography of the mug, write description and list the mug online for sale, im not even including the skill needed to complete all these steps without the mug literally exploding or collapsing while also making it an appealing piece of art, aaaaaaaaaaaaa

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