#i wrote this a while back and found it in my drafts today lol
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Reunion
Geralt of Rivia/GN!Reader
AKA Cottagecore!Geralt 2: Springtime Boogaloo
This can be read as existing in the same universe as Delay if you want to, works as a prequel or a sequel :)
Reblogs are very much appreciated 💕
Word Count: 1.8k
Warnings/Content: Beefy!Geralt, soft!Geralt, established relationship where they still pine for each other a lot.
You wait by the window, watching the pink cherry blossoms coat the branches at the edge of the treeline, speaking of spring, the welcomed thaw.
The snow had melted two weeks ago, much to your goat’s delight - he’d grown tired of hay in the winter months and could finally snack on grass whenever he was outside the little barn. Your bees are busy too, pollinating all the flowers on your small patch of land, and soon you’ll have enough honey to harvest and sell at the market in the nearby village.
Spring doesn’t always bring the Witcher to your door - sometimes his work keeps him busy well into June and you spend over half a year worrying for his health… or you would, had he not gifted you a magical stone connected to a charm he wears on the chain of his medallion that glows a deep blue when he’s well and turns puce if he’s injured badly.
You know, even if he doesn’t visit, that he’s in perfect health after the long winter, the stone in pride of place on your mantel, glowing blue. He may not come for a long while, but still you wait, kneading bread with practised technique that means you can keep your eyes on the gate at the end of your garden and a few feet beyond for the tell-tale ripple of a disrupted ward.
He may not come yet, the blossoms mean nothing more than the start of his journey to you, but you will watch by the window until he does.
~~~
Geralt navigates the path easily, his well-trodden route a second nature after so many journeys down it. He travels it easier than the path to Kaer Morhen, there’s less danger in this patch of wood than on snowy cliffs, and the faint blue glow beneath his shirt settles any nerves about what he may find on the other side of the gate. Unlike his journey at the start of winter, when he doesn’t know how many brothers will have perished in the months since their last meeting, he can be certain that you will be waiting.
He doesn’t always visit so soon, but he had missed you more this past season than he had thought he would. Bidding farewell to you in mid-September and working on the other side of the Continent for a month before returning to the Keep and a colder winter in the mountains than usual had left too long since he had last seen you, your smile, your eyes… since he had last smelt your scent and laid beside your warmth.
It didn’t help that Jaskier had pilfered the floral, honey, and goat’s milk soap from his pack without him noticing, taking the soothing reminder of you. His ability to smell like you all winter gone. Even Eskel’s soap, made from Lil Bleater’s milk, didn’t smell enough like you to calm him down - he’s sure his brothers will tease him for (at least) the next decade after he’d spent the winter grumpy, pouty (as Lambert had put it), and a little short tempered - not that anyone other than his brothers would’ve noticed much difference in the length of his fuse. Except for you.
He’s missed you - he always does - but this time more than ever, and while he’d usually take jobs on his way to you, this year he’s refused to be distracted - if the problem is large enough, another Witcher can deal with it. He has somewhere more important to be.
~~~
He hadn’t intended to arrive at night. He could’ve timed his journey better and emerged from the treeline mid-morning after spending a night at the village inn. But he was restless - to be so close - and he was sure that, even if he’d directed her toward the village, Roach would’ve continued on her path to you - to your warm and uncrowded barn with the best quality hay and oats - far better than a tiny, cramped stable that wouldn’t even offer her the faintest sniff at an apple.
He always arrives in the day so, when they pass through the wards blocking out the rest of the world, he’s not quite sure what to do with himself.
When the sun is out, you run to him, hug him tightly and urge him to get Roach settled while you draw a bath… but now, with the stars lighting his way, he knows you’re sleeping, that a bath isn’t on the cards until you wake - and he’s unwilling to draw you from slumber before you’re ready.
Roach huffs, nudging his shoulder impatiently.
He smiles, nodding, guiding her to the barn, removing his pack and her saddle before grabbing a bag of oats. The goat is sleeping, thankfully, the little creature is always at odds with him for stealing your attention away.
He gives his horse another once-over before heading to the cottage, being careful of your ever-growing herb garden as he walks.
You always look so peaceful when you sleep, he thinks, that small smile a semi-permanent fixture on his face - at least when he’s here.
He’s careful not to wake you as he strips down, sniffs himself quickly (a little stale from the road, a bit horsey, but not too bad - not as bad as the last few times he’s arrived anyway), and moves to your bed, climbing under the covers carefully, not wanting to disturb you.
He frowns when he realises there’s a pillow between you both, lifting the blankets to get a better look, judging how easy it will be to extract it. You’re spooning it, face nestled into one end, a leg thrown over the other… and… his shirt around it… the one he’d left here after a Kikimora had slashed at him and torn it.
You’ve mended it, shoved a pillow in it… missed him so much that you needed to hug it and soak up the remainder of his smell.
He suddenly cares less about letting you sleep, shifting closer to kiss your forehead and swap places with the pillow, to give you the real thing and not some poor substitute that no longer carries any whiff of him.
“Mm,” he breathes as your head settles on his chest, his arms coming up to hold you, about to get his best night’s sleep since the year began.
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You’re warm. Incredibly warm. You haven’t been this toasty beneath your covers since before winter. Since…
Your pillow moves under your head, rumbles with a snore, faint hair tickles your nose.
You smile softly, nuzzling into Geralt’s chest, letting your eyes open slowly, savouring the last moments of sleep and the first (conscious) moments of his company.
“Mm.” He hums, the heavy arm around your back tightens its hold, keeping you pressed against him - as if you’d ever want to leave.
“When did you arrive?” You whisper.
“Only a few hours ago.” He admits, “Go back to sleep.”
“And waste more of our time together?” You hum, “I’m sure you’d agree there are better things to do than sleep if you don’t want to get up.”
“Haven’t bathed.” He denies you.
“And you slept in my bed!?” You feign offence.
“Mm.” He smiles, cracking an eye open to look down at you, “You don’t seem to mind.”
You settle back against him, kissing his chest, “I don’t.”
He’s put on weight over winter - like a hibernating bear, bulking up on months of regular meals, training with his brothers, keeping warm in the Great Hall and not having to worry for his life or anyone else’s. It looks good on him, the extra muscle, the slight softness around his middle - the signs of prolonged relaxation. Though, compared to most others, a Witcher’s relaxation isn’t… entirely relaxing - logging trees to fuel fires in the Keep would be most men’s idea of a hard day’s work.
But Witchers aren’t most men.
“I missed you.” He says quietly.
“I missed you too,” You kiss his chest again, marveling at the difference a few months can make. He’s never scrawny - not by any means - but you’ve not seen him this bulked up before. “Did you come straight here?”
“Mm.”
“You didn’t even stop on the way? There’s a Wyvern-”
“Eskel will take care of it. I told you: I missed you.”
You smile, “How long can you stay?”
He tightens his hold, “Not long. A week at most. But I’ll be back as soon as I can be.”
“I know. You always are.” You sit up a little, just enough that you can look down at him, “Always.”
“Mm.” He smiles, reaching a hand up to cup your cheek, “I would stay forever if I could.”
“I know,” you cover his hand with yours, squeezing gently as you look him over, “But we both know you can’t.”
“One day.” He promises.
“Once all the monsters in the world are taken care of,” you nod, “or once you grow too old and tired for the job. We can sit on the porch wrapped in blankets and watch the bees all day.”
“Mm.” He pulls your head down, kissing you sweetly, “I’ll make sure I’m not too broken and old to fuck.”
“Good.” You smile, “that is the only reason I keep you around.”
He laughs, kissing you again, “Then you’d best let me up to bathe, dearest, else I shall overstay my welcome.”
~~~
He bathes quickly and thoroughly, washing the journey from his body with pleasured groans, delighting in the warm water and the scent of your soap. He tells you how Jaskier had pilfered his, and you promise to give him several bars when he leaves, so he shall never run out, even if the troubadour steals some more.
You give him breakfast as he sits in the tub, bread baked yesterday, freshly churned butter, some salted meat. The two of you sharing the simple plateful to get your energy levels up before you undoubtedly exhaust each other.
He tells you of his life since he left you, the new scar from a Striga on his shoulder, some still-healing yellowed bruises on his torso from brawling with his brothers, the stiffness that still infects his knee in the cold. He speaks of his joy at seeing his fellow Wolves again - no new losses to report, though all of them are beginning to feel their age.
You tell him of your time - leaving out the last few weeks spent watching the path from the kitchen window - how there were some prematurely born lambs at market recently that you’d considered buying, but had settled on stocking up on oats for porridge (and for Roach), how the goat had chewed through his tether during a storm and you’d spent a week clearing up the mess he’d made…
You both make mention of how you’ve missed the other, and upon his rising from the cooling water, promptly fell back into your bed to truly demonstrate your backlog of affections.
#i wrote this a while back and found it in my drafts today lol#geralt of rivia/reader#geralt/reader#geralt/you#the witcher/reader#geralt of rivia/you#the witcher/you#geralt of rivia x you#geralt of rivia x reader#geralt x you#geralt x reader#the witcher x reader#the witcher x you#stuffiwrote
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JES YOU UPDATED, the kids miss you/j
I've been busy doing a lot of nothing, if that makes sense. Well, maybe not nothing - a random assortment of rl and blog odds-and-ends that don't seem very productive but I'm going to call it self-care. lol
(read more cause this got longer than I thought it would.)
I don't usually take March Break off work, but my empty schedule this year surprised me and I didn't really know what to do with myself. I spent the first few days fending off a persistent headache, then I spent some time re-watching Helluva Boss and Hazbin Hotel while I worked on some crossover/fusion potential with OM. Today the headache is back and I'm dog-sitting which shouldn't be as distracting as it is. (She's only a little Boston Terrier but my cats get all worked up about it even though they're the ones stalking her around the house for no reason.)
I've also been playing Honkai Star Rail. I have no idea what I'm doing but it's kind of fun. I want to give Genshin Impact a try too, but I'm not sure I want to play both. (I know dailies are optional blah blah blah but if I'm going to spend time doing busywork like that, I might as well go back to playing WoW.)
Someone sent me another ask about my current WIPs so I think I'll just ramble about them here.
The canon cast and OC post for surgery!anon. I'm trying to balance fluff and angst and realism and make it comforting at the same time (aka what I would've wanted to read before mine). There's some overlap with a post about Solomon's humanity that's it's own separate WIP.
Naming conventions in the Devildom and CR. These are my worldbuilding ideas to explain how Solomon has an established pact with Bathin (my OC for Mephisto's younger brother) since he's part of the Ars Goetia. This also discusses how those same ideas apply to Luke.
Fleshing out the angel OC stuff with Gabriel and Uriel. They're situated in the AU where MC is sent to the CR for the exchange program and not the Devildom which is why I haven't talked about them much. I have the fem!angel OC as well but I don't know what to name her (I want her to be like Zee where she's an "ordinary" angel). To be fair, she's probably not going to show up much outside of the story I originally wrote for her.
Genderbending-the-OCs anon, you have no idea what this is doing to me. It changes their kinks and their dynamics and how they would approach MC and I am mentally screaming into a pillow right now.
I've been writing directly in my Tumblr drafts lately, but I found a holiday fic for Solomon in my google docs. I thought it was a WIP but then I re-read it and it turns out I actually finished it and somehow forgot about it? Like...how does someone even do that. Anyway, do we want a smutty Solomon Xmas-in-March fic? (It's only holiday-ish because of a corny mistletoe joke on his part.)
On a random note, part of me regrets not making separate blogs for AT and my OCs (for organizational purposes) and I'm lowkey tempted to do it anyway.
If you read all this, you get a prize! Enjoy some chibis that I've been collecting like they're for my OC Pokedex. These are by sempa and ocha respectively.
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Ik Odd pair won the poll, but I re-read Simple dreams today instead, so I wrote about it first lol
I have been wanting to write one of those cheesy "4 times x, 1 time y" kinda fics, so I was trying to workshop an idea through writing Saki-Aoi interactions... I wanted to show some kind of evolution to their dynamic so I wrote two different drafts with two different scenarios that became two different ficlets lol This is one of them. For this one, I started with the idea of jokes since I always end up laughing pretty hard at Aoi's reaction to them in-game (she's very endearing to me bc of it lmao), and Saki has a pechant for using humor to test people or take the edge off the bombs she drops. And yes, I was naturally having fun with the girl best friends dynamic lol
So, it was about Saki's playful behavior,,, but I didn't really know what to do with it for the longest time. I kept rewriting the first paragraph trying to settle my thoughts into a rhythm. It didn't come together until I found myself writing "If she'd only ask, Saki would tell her" (and I no longer remember where this sprung from, I'm intrigued now). It's such a perfect sentence for Saki’s contradictions. She isn't direct about wanting others to pay attention to her, she gets upset about being prodded.. Yet she still wants Aoi to show interest. That's what the fic boils down to. She's trying to find a way to get to know what Aoi likes to do and then segue into "then we should totally do x or y back home!" It's all so she can wring the promise out of her that they'll still be friends back home... Put simply, all her behavior in this fic is because she wants to be reassured about their bond. It really took me a long while to come up with a way to portray Saki's hemming and hawing and the underlying current to the way she interacts with others. She tends to test others and knows how to push their buttons and has all these emotions she refuses to really acknowledge but that still color her impulses, so it was tough to think about how to portray the way she spins conversations. But very fun. I'm very happy with how it turned out. I really love how her affinity dialogues are in-game when they have this kind of quality to them.
I wrote in the notes of the fic that I wanted to make Aoi as puzzled as Takuma can feel when talking to Saki, so that was also something else that was really amusing lol From start, she's uncomfortable with the topic of conversation lol She finds it embarrassing, doubly so bc she can't say she has gone to dates or that she's been invited. But she's also trying to keep under wraps the fact she doesn't like her classmates nor the fact she's so busy she hardly has time for fun LMAO Overall, she's pretty displeased with the questions since they touch on sore spots and it shows in the way her smiles falters lol I had fun writing her killing the mood with her avoidant answers or straight up "I don't have time for it", which was the last thing Saki wanted to hear lol I really want to write them running into their emotional walls more.
Of course, at the core of Saki's insecurity is her loneliness due her chronic illness, so I thought very hard how to include that aspect. I'm always thinking about my disabled pals when writing Saki. I write her in a way that they can relate or appreciate that aspect, so... It made happy that my friends picked on the discomfort around sickness Saki's remark about her own cuteness was meant to bring to the forefront. I didn't have much space to explore this aspect outside her intense fear about becoming isolated once again and her wistfulness about her "simple dreams", but it came out nicely imo.
As usual, Labramon was very useful to push the scenario forward where Aoi's shyness would have made it sink awkwardly lol I got to write her meddlesome side embarrassing Aoi, which I treasure 😂 I want to write Labramon putting her in evidence more, thusly embarrassing her.
I tend to wrap up these kinda fics with some fluff (it's mostly bc it's digimon lol I'd likely feel less inclined to be wholesome in other contexts lol), so I ended up resolving the conflict with Aoi unwittingly telling her what Saki wants to hear in no uncertain terms: that her pressence is treasured and appreciated. It still worked since Saki still had to cross that bridge and ask for what she wanted, so it wrapped up the ideas pretty nicely lol But I think it could be fun to write a more extended conflict between them (if I ever come up with any).
This one was really fun to write, I must say it again. Specially bc of Saki's body language, it was fun to come up with ways to make her move. I'm very happy with being able to write Saki crowding Aoi and then nestling her head in the crook of her neck in such a simple way lol When I started writing, trying to write this sort of action would had had me wracking my brains for months lol I'm glad I can do it now.
"I'm happy I met you, too!" Labramon happily, simple-mindedly, wags her tail. It's almost enviable.
Highlighting this segment because it's so mean and charged LMAO
#Fic talk#And ofc I could've ran my mouth here about why I adore nuluts Fragile for her but I'll do ot some#*it some other time#Suffice to say that I just love the way the lyrics really exploit the warring emotions & desires and the disconnect between outward persona#And the desperate yet trained disaffection causing turmoil lol#It really puts me in the mood to get her headscape and avoidance
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Sorry you're not feeling well today 😕 have some distraction
66, 67, 70, 81, 91
(Just scrolled to a random spot and found questions lol)
66. when have you felt the most confident in your writing?
I think whenever I complete the final draft, and I'm re-reading and getting engaged by my own story. It's so easy to get disconnected from a piece of writing while you're actually writing it, but when I re-read and something I wrote makes me laugh or moves me or turns me on, it's like - that's it. I'm a picky reader and I think when I can make myself my own audience it makes me feel very confident as a writer. I also feel confident whenever someone has an intense emotional or physical reaction to something I've written.
67. when have you felt the least confident?
When I'm writing something and I'm bored. I write with an undercurrent of wanting the reader to be engaged, so when I, myself, am not engaged in what I'm writing I feel like what I'm writing is dead. I also struggle with side plots sometimes, so writing can feel like a juggling act where I can keep characters and dialogue in the air, but I keep on dropping the actual narrative plot.
70. are you very critical of your own writing? how much do you find yourself editing (either during the writing or after the fact)?
I often get told I'm very hard on myself but I don't think that's necessarily true when it comes to my writing. I would say I'm a critical editor - I won't publish something unless it is, to me, technically perfect and technical perfection requires a very lengthy editing process. I like to edit, though, so to me, it's like a type of restoration. I know that what I have is valuable, and the polishing and buffing process is what makes it really shine. I do edit a lot though, everything I write goes through multiple drafts, a beta edit, and then after I post it, a desperate mobile edit as all of my grammatical errors suddenly make themselves known to me. I like it though, it's my favorite part of the writing process hands down.
81. if you could go back in time and give your younger self a piece of writing advice specific to you, what would it be?
I would tell them to transfer all of their files to google drive instead of relying on word docs because that's how I lost all of my high school writing. I'd also tell them that their strength is in writing about violent, uncomfortable, profane things and that just because the people around them want them to write about happier, more "traditionally girlie" writing that our gift just happens to be weird violent shit, and that's okay. I think I'd also tell my younger self that just because something makes people uncomfortable, doesn't mean it doesn't deserve to exist.
91. how has your writing style changed over the years?
I used to write primarily scripts because I wasn't confident in my prose but was very confident in my dialogue, specifically my sense of humor. I think as I got older, I started working more with exposition and heavy imagery and then, eventually, combining the two. I think in the past I thought I could either write something funny (dialogue heavy) or something serious (exposition heavy) and now I try to do both. I also think I have a much better flow.
#mailbox#thank you sm I picked up antibiotics today so hopefully that'll help#but it's been a miserable last couple of days lol these were a great distraction appreciate it#also scrolling to a random spot is a time honored method to picking from a massive list hehe#these questions were so great I had a lot of fun answering them#your well wishes have touched my sick little self
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Awakening
Today I want to talk about where all this started (yes, I’m aware it’s been a LONG time since I started this blog haha SORRY!!). I wrote this a while ago but it’s just been sitting in my drafts.
I’ve always been a very spiritual person but there was a point in my life that I strayed from it in a formal sense. My relationships with people weren’t doing well as I kept surrounding myself with more and more people who just weren’t good for me. They themselves were not bad people, just not people I meshed well with.
I kept to myself a lot in high school, then in college, I was blessed to find a few wonderful people who kept me sane, but ended up in another group of people who were toxic for me. I let myself believe their opinions of me defined me. That, somehow, popularity meant their way was the best. It really broke & wore me down. I let it steal my identity & confidence for a while.
Shortly after graduation, I started working at my current company where a similar pattern was emerging. I was involved in a group of people that made me feel like I wasn’t good enough. One person in particular essentially chose me as a friend and we ended up really close. We hung out often, talked on the phone, etc. But then a few “more popular” girls came into the picture and suddenly I felt like I wasn’t worth her time. Almost like she made it a point to avoid me so she didn’t lose any “cool points” lol
At this same time, I was dating a guy in our group. He’s a great guy, but we did not work well as a couple. We fought constantly. In retrospect, I think it’s because we brought out each other’s insecurities, which I actually see as a blessing. He unintentionally saved me from my own chains and I’m forever grateful.
I was getting to the point of feeling the most lost I had ever felt as these relationships grew more painful. I placed more and more blame on myself for not being good enough. For not being knowledgeable of the “mainstream” stuff.
Then, in October of 2014, I was at brunch with some of these girls and ended up being the topic of conversation upon leaving the table for a few minutes. Gossip. It’s such a hurtful, empty thing. A mode of filling a void with dead air (AKA unfulfilling lol). The girl who I had previously been so close to informed me of this hours later but would not tell me who spoke about me because her friendship to me wasn’t worth losing her popularity with the ones who talking behind my back. I confronted those involved which turned into a big mess but also a blessing. Not too long after, the core girls of that group had a HUGE falling out because of - you guessed it - gossip. I’ve since found way better friends and maintained friendships with those wonderful people from college I mentioned a little bit ago :)
Here’s where everything changed. A few weeks later, my roommate asked me if I’d be her friend’s date at a wedding. It was a Catholic ceremony, which is the religion I grew up with (more on that later), so it was refreshing to get into a church.
I’ve been to countless masses, but this mass in particular was different. When the priest said “Christ has died, Christ has risen, Christ will come again,” I instantly had a revelation. These words meant something SO different in that moment. To me, it was a realization that Jesus isn’t going to come back as an individual... no no no. He was coming back through each individual. He comes back through us when we realize our own internal strength, power, divinity, and light. That WE carry the answers to peace through eternal, unconditional love. It’s generally referred to as Christ Consciousness.
This realization has changed my life. And on that note, To Be Continued lol
A few topics to come:
Christ Consciousness without Blasphemy & the current Perversion of Spirituality today through the mainstream
The Nature of Satan, His Demons, and Hell (it’s not what you think, and no, this isn’t about Satanism or Satanic Worship... I promise it’s Christian Friendly lol)
My relationship with organized religion and how it shaped my beliefs today and strengthened my relationship with God
My Twin Flame Journey & How/Why I moved on without throwing it all away
How this is all playing out in the world today (I can really only speak to the United States because it’s my direct experience & culture)
Whew... I’ve had a LOT on my mind hahah but these are a couple things you can expect
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Hi there! I can to you from twopoppie’s blog! I sent her an ask about someone who’s willing to explain recent Larry theories! Is that someone you?!
Hi! Happy you found me, and of course I’d love to :)
So I'm going to be real honest here, I was working on this loads today. I made a big and I mean BIG draft, like a detailed long collection of shit they pulled and explaining each thing but the further I went the more uncomfortable I got. Like, gathering everything together in one single post. But I definitely want to discuss these things, perhaps I'll divide the things I wrote into seperate posts at some point, but for now I just wanna ask you instead to be more specific which theories to explain? I'd be very happy to go into detail about individual ones, and I might have a lot of shit ready in my drafts because of it now lol.
Anyway, I copied most of it to another draft but left some, have some very loud recent-ish larrying bits:
Feb 28 2020 (Harry’s Falling MV released but also:) Harry did an interview, where he said
“the fish is uh... he’s traveling at the moment, he’s on a gap year, and hopefully he will come back safe. We’re taking a little time apart”
while Louis’ Tour would start only 5 days later.
Same days:
They then geared the larrying in full speed as these dorks were in some kind of out-bluegreening eachother competition. It’s not that I want to be that person that starts screaming everytime they wear something remotely blue-and-green and call it “larry proof”, but, they seem to avoid it like their lives depend on it and then suddenly boom there is blue-and-green 3 days in a row???
Harry papped march 1st - doing interviews march 2nd - and louis’ video that released march 3rd (explained here):
July/September 2020 - during lockdown eleanor posts this one pic of louis to her instagram stories, and puts it in her highlights (it’s still there in the uh dogs folder), this is like one of the very few Louis-with-eleanor moments of the past... years? But then about 2 months later Harry "makes it his" in a way when he takes a picture with a fan wearing the same shirt... And it’s a vintage shirt, and Harry doesn’t wear Umbro (Louis often does). Sooo that’s the same damn shirt. Here a good tag about it.
Dec 12 2020 - this idiot wears a MASSIVE MASSIVE H during his liveshow. We barely see him and the one, the one show he does he shows up like this:
Really could have worn anything, chooses a plain black shirt with a ridiculous H on it. He really must love Hotels. The fact that Harry often goes by H, signs of his tweets with it and all just makes it 10x worse lol.
Jan 4/5 2021 (same day holivia happened) people who bought Harry's merch (that wasn't advertised to have bluegreen hearts on them) started receiving them, once opened it turned out they were literally the most vile bluegreening mess...
Jan 31 2021 - I went into deep detail about the spotify backgrounds but ill just link this here instead, basically Louis put Harry's tattoos on his spotify on during his Walls anniversary and Harry's birthday. He also tweeted a song "Maybe Tomorrow"
considering it was H's birthday the next day and it wasn’t even an answer to the question it looks like he really really just wanted to post that song that day and took whatever thing that came closest to a relevant question to answer this to. To make things worse, the song is about maybe tomorrow finding your way home and includes rainbows.
I don't really know if that answered anything, but I hope that helps. Anyway, my inbox is open :)
#honestly i kinda burned myself out with that draft#like i love love discussing the shit theyre doing#because i truly am convinced theyre pulling the wildest shit#aggressive larrying#but im not looking for proofs in the things they do#so then to make a post that effectively is out there with the purpose of showing proofs#trying to convince people#just kinda made me uncomfortable?#while im out here with the larry laurels masterpost and ridiculous deepdives about louis lining up his playlists to harrys albums#maybe i shouldnt be the one to talk#but ok#and also#like just the thought of inviting discourse#being by angry antis#just drained my energy bigtime#imapuddle#long post
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To Make A Power Couple - 02 (knj)
Chapter 2 - Pizza and Life Chats
THIS IS A REPOST SINCE I LOST ACCESS TO MY OLD ACCOUNT. PLEASE FOLLOW THIS BLOG FOR UPDATES ON THIS SERIES.
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Summary- Namjoon and Y/N go on their first date, and Namjoon is whipped.
word count- 5k
pairing- idol!namjoon x ceo!reader
rating- pg13 for now
genre- series, fluff, eventual smut, strangers2lovers
warnings- mentions of hangovers and panic attacks, tooth-rottingly fluffy
a.n- okay here’s the second part! I wrote this up fairly quickly (don’t expect this to be the norm!). This part I wanted to kind of address the stress of overworking as a young adult (GUILTY 🙋🏻♀️) so sorry if it gets a little serious at parts. I also wanted to switch it up so it’s from Namjoon’s perspective. I hope you enjoy it. SOFT JOON BEING A BIG OLD SOFTY.
Feedback much appreciated! 💕
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Namjoon woke up startled as his phone alarm rang. He was groggy and his splitting headache made him nauseous. “I’m never going to drink again”, he mumbled. He groaned as he got off the couch he had crashed on the night before, trying not to trip over Taehyung who seemed to be dozing happily on the floor as he made his way to his room. He hadn’t stayed at the dorms in a while, preferring the quiet solitary of his own apartment nowadays, and with his hangover in full swing he felt like he was walking through a stranger’s house.
Last month was hell. He had procrastinated on his songs and none of the vocal guides were even halfway done before the due date. Every time he tried to finish a song a new one would pop up in his head and he would start on that, leading to a hard drive full of files labelled “finish soon” and “draft”, and a notebook full of scratched out scribbles. It was like his brain had decided to abandon him, deciding it had had enough of his perpetual melancholy. He had felt drained and burnt out, a husk with no creative juices left. Luckily, Yoongi and a few of the producers had taken pity on his stressed out state and lent a hand so he had been able to finish the bare minimum three days ago - before the label pressured him further. He was never more grateful for a small break.
In all honesty, he needed a way to jumpstart his brain, and get out of the routine of home, practice, meetings, studio, home. Sometimes, he almost wished he didn’t have the success he had so he could go out and let loose a little - a club, a party, anything. But the last time he went somewhere like that he got swarmed and the police had to be involved. He couldn’t risk that, not after the trouble Big Hit went to threaten media outlets a year and a half ago, when he was caught with what they called a hickey, but was actually a stress rash.
As he brushed his teeth today, however, he smiled at the mirror. Last month may have been terrible, but last night was one of the best he’d had in the past year.
When he had heard Bang PD’s team talk about how they were attending the charity gala as he met them for notes on his songs, he was intrigued. He had read about this non-profit in the paper before. They seemed to be helping bridge the gap between people through communication and that spoke to him. So much so that he had scrolled through their website multiple times, reading testimonials and almost memorizing the mission statement. They wanted to help kids learn English for free so they could communicate globally. He really liked the idea. It was hard for him to learn the language as a kid and he knew that the only reason he became as fluent as he is from the tutors his parents paid for and his obsession with American television and music. Although he didn’t need the tutoring anymore, he did enjoy talking to the in-house tutor at the company, John, from time to time and improving his skills. The fact that this company wanted to add a John to every school in Korea starting from the rural areas, made Namjoon want to meet the man behind the movement. Little did he know, he’d be meeting the girl who’d shift his idea of the ideal.
He had never been more glad to have convinced his company to let him and the boys attend an event. He had initially suggested it as a way to break the mundane before their comeback practices started and network while supporting a cause he liked. Two days ago, he wouldn’t have guessed it would have been an actual fun night leading to him nursing a headache.
He spent the next hour reliving last night as he showered and caught up on the news. He also read the messages he sent last night over a hundred times and had butterflies each time. Wasn’t he too old for butterflies? He wanted to message you again but every time he tried, he ended up overthinking it. Everything sounded forced or cheesy, and it was worse than any writer’s block. He threw his phone on the bed in frustration watching it bounce and land on the floor, before he grabbed it and pocketed it. Hopping around to get rid of his nerves, he decided to take a break from rereading the thread he already had memorized and check in with everyone. If his hangover was this bad he couldn’t imagine theirs.
Making his way back to the living room he found Taehyung now sitting on the floor, sleep still very evident on his features as he yawned and groaned. On the couch next to him sat Yoongi, holding an iced americano and staring into space. The rest were missing but he could hear a blender annoyingly whizzing in the kitchen.
“How’re you guys feeling this morning?” He asked as he sat across from Yoongi.
“This is why I don’t drink. Why did no one stop me?” Taehyung whined as he rose from the floor to leave, massaging his head.
“We tried. You were very excited to try all the disgustingly sweet drinks the hot bartender was making for you.” Yoongi replied with a sigh. “How was your date, Namjoon? You glad I forced you to go to the bar to talk to her?” he snickered, sipping his coffee before exhaling loudly in contentment.
“Honestly, I owe you big time. She was… amazing. I don’t think I’ve talked to someone that comfortably in a while” Namjoon sighed wistfully.
“I’ll add cupid to my resume,” he deadpanned. “Is she tolerating you for another date?”
“Yeah. We’re getting dinner on Tuesday, but I want to message her now. Argh!” He ran his hands over his face in frustration. “What do I even say? ‘Hi I’m the guy who was too scared to kiss you all night so you had to do it for him, what’s your favourite colour?’” Namjoon was annoyed at himself. It’s bad enough that he was having writer’s block in his music, did he have to have it for something as simple as texting too? This was ridiculous!
“Or you could just ask her how’s her hangover today. Jeez! Do I have to draft each of your messages? Stop being a dumbass and text the person you like.” Yoongi scoffed, clearly over Namjoon’s sudden and uncharacteristic insecurities.
Namjoon gave a resigned sigh as he reached for his phone and wrote out exactly what Yoongi suggested. Hey, he was his hyung for a reason - he had a full 6 months of life experience on him.
Namjoon: Hey! Hope your hangover is not too bad today.
As soon as the message was sent, he started getting nervous. Tapping his foot incessantly while he stared at his phone, willing it to buzz, annoying Yoongi enough to leave him alone on the couch in the process.
Y/N: Hi to you too! I actually don’t get hangovers so I’m doing great lol. What about you?
Namjoon: What do you mean you don’t get hangovers?
Y/N: I don’t know. Can’t get dehydrated if you’re always dehydrated!
Namjoon: That… makes no sense. Do I need to start reminding you to drink water?
Y/N: Only if you’re better than this app on my phone…
Namjoon: I can guarantee you I’m better than any app on this planet.
Y/N: Wow. Big claims! We’ll have to put it to the test I suppose.
Y/N: You never told me how you’re feeling. Oh and how’s Taehyung? Is he okay?
Namjoon: He’s doing fine. Made a pact to never drink again and if i’m being honest, I’m going to join him. I am shocked that your head is not exploding as well.
The messages continued easily after that, filled with updates of each other’s activities, playful flirting and even photos of dinner. By the time Monday rolled around, you had been messaging each other constantly, with no end to the conversation in sight and the only long pauses being when you were both asleep or working. It seemed like you would never run out things to talk about. Namjoon hadn’t messaged someone this frequently since he got out of his last relationship. It felt nice to relay his mundane day to day events to someone and he found himself excited to hear about your mundane, like how you decided to mix two different types of bad coffee blends to make a shockingly worse one. He was surprised again at how fast he felt comfortable around you. It was even starting to scare him a little - he only knew you for three days and it felt like he had known you forever! What was this weird spell you had on him?
The conversation Monday, however, was fairly sparse, and Namjoon was eager to set up plans for the next day, so that night he decided to call you.
After the first three rings, he was overthinking his decision. Maybe it was too soon to call? Maybe you didn’t like talking on the phone? What if it went to voicemail? Would he have to leave a message? What would he say? His inner monologue was quickly halted at the sound of your voice.
“Hello, this is Y/N” you sounded distant, almost too formal. He felt nervous.
“Hi… uh… this is Namjoon. Is this a bad time?”
“Oh Namjoon! Sorry I didn’t check who called when I picked up!” Relief washed over him at the change of your tone. “Sorry one sec can you hold on.” he heard you say as your voice got mumbled. He waited while he heard you talk to someone about proposals and deadlines. Were you still at work? He checked his watch - it was 10 pm. He didn’t know whether to be impressed by your work ethic or worried that you were overworking.
“Hi sorry about that! How are you?” He relaxed at your airy tone and smiled.
“I’m good. Are you still at work?”
“Yeah it’s only like 7 so it’s no big deal. I usually leave around 8” Were you serious?
“Y/N… It’s 10:04…” He was shocked at how nonchalant you sounded, and suddenly he had his answer - he was worried, not impressed. He had known you for three days and already you were setting his caretaker alarm off. He wanted to scold you for being careless and overworking, like he’s used to doing for the boys, but he knew it was too soon. He doesn’t even know why he’s feeling that way all of a sudden and tried to suppress his protective instincts.
“No it’s not! It’s…” He could hear your voice going further away as he imagined you moving the phone in front of you to check the time. “Oh shit you’re right. What the hell? Okay sorry I’m gonna put you on hold again.” Before he could say anything he heard your voice again, distant again but loud. “Oh my god. Guys, it’s 10pm. Go home! Why did nobody tell me? No it doesn’t matter we can do that tomorrow. Please go home. Pack up now! You too Siwon, don’t worry I’ll go home after I get off the phone. See you!” He smiled at the sternness of your tone - it reminded him of a teacher dismissing class.
“Sorry about that. I didn’t realize I overworked my team. Had to send the troops home” you laughed and Namjoon felt his heart flutter.
“I don’t wanna keep you from going home. I can call you back once you get there,” he offered. He felt bad that you were staying in an empty office on his account.
“Oh don’t worry about it. It was a lie to get Siwon off my back. I’m probably gonna be here till like 1 or something. I still have to get this done” you said matter-of-factly, like it was the most normal thing in the world. He knew that tone fairly well, having used it multiple times himself when he locked himself in his studio, running on nothing but coffee and energy bars.
“Okay I know we’ve only just met and we have our first date tomorrow, but do you want some company?” He asked before he could stop himself. The line was silent for a bit, and he felt self conscious, scared that he had overstepped and driven you away. Before he could check his phone to see if you had hung up you spoke.
“It’d be pretty boring for you to watch me just type away. Are you sure? It’s pretty late.” He was sure his cheeks would hurt from how wide he smiled.
“It’s not a problem at all. I was going to work tonight too.” He wasn’t. “We can just work together. I’ll bring food. Did you eat yet?” his words tumbled over each other.
“How very college of you.” He could hear you giggling on the line. “Now that I think about it - I’m starving.”
“Okay text me the address, I’ll be there soon.”
He had never been this excited to pretend to work.
He spotted you as he walked through the doors of the 13th floor, pepperoni pizza in hand. You were sitting at a long desk near the middle of the room. He was surprised as he expected you in an office, but he found you typing away at your desktop. Your hair was tied up in a bun and you were dressed in an oversized beige t-shirt, eyebrows furrowed head bopping to the hip hop track playing through the speakers. You seemed to be in your own little world. He felt like he was spying on you as he leaned against the door watching but he also liked seeing how you acted when you thought no one was watching. He was about to announce his presence when the track changed to a Childish Gambino one and you whooped and started to rap along.
You were now fully head banging and rapping the verse at the top of your lungs. He would be impressed by your fairly good amateur skills if he didn’t find the entire scene so endearing. His heart was doing somersaults as he watched you now fully engrossed in the song, typing forgotten as you got up and started to pretend you were on stage, an imaginary mic in your hand asking haters if they “eatin’ though”. You looked so adorable that he couldn’t help but squeal a little “cute!”
That’s when you saw him, eyes wide. He felt a little bad when he saw how embarrassed you looked, immediately stopping and slapping a hand to your mouth before bursting out in nervous laughter. He could write a whole album with that laugh. Oh he was so whipped, he thought to himself as he made his way to you.
“You know you’re not half bad!” He exclaimed as he set the pizza on the table, pulling a chair next to yours and settling down.
“Do you think your fake compliments will save you from the fact that you were spying on me?” you asked, crossing your hands across your chest, pretending to scowl but failing to do so.
“First, real compliment. Second, would pizza save me?” He opened the box and proudly smiled, loving the way your eyes lit up as you reached for a slice.
“Yes it will!” you exclaimed as you took your first bite, lightly moaning at the taste. “But erase that memory from your brain please.”
“Nope. Never. It was the cutest thing I’ve ever seen and I’m going to save it forever” he said as he also started on his slice. You pouted up at him, cheeks puffed and it took all the self-control he had to not kiss it off your face. He hadn’t felt this way in so long, it was like you were his first crush. Trying to control his pulse, he asked “What are you working on so late?”
“Oh I have a proposal due for a meeting tomorrow at noon and I’m only halfway through it,” you frowned wistfully at the screen as if willing it to type on its own.
“Can I help?” He asked, knowing fully well that he couldn’t. He just had an overwhelming urge to make that frown disappear.
“You being here is help enough,” you smiled sincerely as you looked at him and he felt his heart explode, a blush creeping on his cheeks as he smiled bashfully. “What are you working on?”
“I have a few songs I have to finish the lyrics for. Been procrastinating” he rubbed the back of his neck as he pulled out the notebook from his back pocket.
“Can I help?” you echoed his question to which he echoed your response grinning. He wasn’t lying though. Even though he had planned to not really work, as the night progressed he found the change from his usual writing spot inspiring. Sitting next to you, the sound of the keyboard clicking was soothing leading to words pouring out of him. He filled pages as he stole glances at you concentrating on your proposal, tongue peeking from between your lips, still bobbing to the music which was now playing from your airpods instead of the speakers. He smiled at the sight, before focusing on his notebook.
After about an hour or so of hard work, he finished three songs that he had allotted himself the whole week to do. This was the most productive hour he had all month. Antsy for a break, he looked over at you and found you staring at him, a hand under your chin. As he met your gaze you smiled.
“You’re really hot when you concentrate. Has anyone ever told you that?” you commented. He was taken aback by your remark, heart fluttering at your smirking face. Not missing his chance and spurred on by the comment, he scooted closer in one sweep till your knees touched and you were face to face.
“You’re one to talk. I couldn’t stop looking at you this past hour.” Gazing into your eyes, he was amused to see your smirk disappear as it was now your turn to be shocked. He reached out and tucked a stray hair behind your ear letting his hand linger, enjoying the way you sighed as he did. “Can I make good on my promise now?” He whispered, his face centimeters away, looking at your lips. The way you bit your lower lip made him want to take you there and then. The desk looked big enough. Hell, even if it wasn’t he could make it work.
“Promise?” you whispered as he watched your eyes flutter to his lips.
“To kiss you first…” Too impatient to wait for your answer, he brought his lips to yours, relishing how soft they felt under his own. He was thrilled at you returning the kiss, deepening it as you grabbed the collar of his shirt to bring him closer just like you did after the party. He was beginning to think this was your signature move, and he’d be lying if he said it didn’t immensely turn him on. He moved his hand cupping your face to rest on your neck and he could feel your heartbeat mimicking his. He put his other hand around your waist pulling you closer, wanting to be as close to you as he could get. He traced his tongue over your lips, his head cloudy with endorphins as you opened your mouth inviting him in. He had never tasted something so euphoric, his tongue exploring yours in a rush.
He could feel you pushing forward as he leaned back and allowed you to straddle his lap, your legs on either side of the chair. As soon as you were on his lap, he pulled you closer, both arms around on your hips, your chest flushed with his. He kissed the side of your mouth as he made his way down your jaw to your neck. You smelt like vanilla mixed with a fresh flower garden, and he was sure this smell was better than any drug in the world. He could hear your breathy moans as he sucked where your neck met your collarbone, licking to soothe it before moving further. He wanted to taste all of you. Your hands were in his hair and each tug made him groan into you, making him harder. He could kiss you like this forever. He wanted to save this moment so he could come back to it and relive it. He traced his hands up and down your sides, moving under your shirt but remaining on your waist, enjoying the feel of your soft skin.
“Namjoon… Namjoon… slow down” he heard you say breathlessly as he felt a slight push. He looked up at you, your eyes half lidded and lusty as you grabbed his face and brought it to yours. You were sending him mixed signals, but he didn’t care as long as he could keep kissing you.
“We have to slow down or I’m going to want to fuck you right here.” You whined as you both came back up for air, but you kissed him again nevertheless. Hearing you say that made him want to do anything in his power to make that happen.
“I don’t mind, baby,” he said against your lips, kissing you with urgency, biting your lower lip and pulling it gently to elicit another moan from you. To his disappointment, you seemed to have better self-control than him as you pushed him back, both of you panting as you struggled to catch your breath. He moved his hand back to your hips tracing little circles, feeling comforted by you smoothing his hair you had pulled earlier.
“There are cameras here. I’d rather not make a sex tape on our first date.” You giggled as you pointed to the black sphere in the corner of the room. He had never hated the obsession buildings had for security more, but the crudeness of your comment made him laugh. He had almost forgotten this was your first date, it felt like he had kissed you a thousand times before. You tasted like the relief of an awning in the middle of a summer downpour.
“I think we need to cool down,” you say as you climb off of his lap. “Let’s go.”
He followed you as you led him to the little kitchenette near the end of the room, unable to resist the urge to wrap his hands around your waist in a back hug. He knew he was being too clingy for a first date, but the way you giggled and put your hands over his gave him assurance.
“Lemonade, coke, or water,” you asked as you peered into the fridge.
“You.” He smirked kissing your neck, feeling bold off of the high from your makeout session.
“Joon!” you pretended to sound scandalized as you turned in his arms, smiling warmly. The nickname made his heart swell. It added a familiarity that he didn’t know he missed from you.
“You haven’t called me Joon before. I like it” he smiled as he pecked your lips.
“Hey! We are cooling down! No kissing! Now pick” you chided and Namjoon couldn’t help but wonder if you were this assertive in bed too, a million scenarios playing in his head. Okay, you were right, he needed to cool down.
“I’ll just have water, thanks,” he said as he grabbed the bottle you passed him, opening and gulping half of it. He hadn’t realized how thirsty he was for something other than you. You both made your way to the tables, sitting across from each other.
“So did you finish your proposal?” He asked trying to cool himself but failing as he noticed you running the cold water bottle against your neck, the beads of condensation dripping on your shirt. He cleared his throat as he tried to focus his attention on your eyes, a mantra of stay focused playing in his head.
“Yes! Finally! It’s perfect.” you smiled proudly and somehow he felt a wave of pride too. “What about you? Made any progress?”
“Actually yes. I kind of finished my entire week’s writing in that one hour” he was still amazed by his own progress.
“Okay, Mr Overachiever” you joked and he chuckled.
“To be honest, I didn’t think I’d be able to write anything, but I don’t know your presence is kind of soothing. It helped me focus.” Watching your smile grow wide, he continued, “I’ve been having pretty severe burnout this past month and it has just been hard to put down my thoughts, even non-lyrical ones.” He fidgeted with the water bottle as he looked at it, avoiding eye contact.
He didn’t know why he was telling you this. He recalled when he told you about his struggles as a leader during your first conversation. Somehow being around you led him to vomit out his feelings. It was… unlike him. Namjoon was usually not this honest on dates, or relationships, as much as he would hate to admit it. That’s the reason he broke off his last one. He felt bad lying to her about a busy schedule when he just wanted to be alone. She would have understood, she was kind and thoughtful, but it just felt easier to lie and not put the effort in to explain his thoughts. Even when they broke up, he lied and told her that it was because he couldn’t handle being in a relationship at the moment, when in reality things had cooled off a while ago and he felt guilty as his feelings faded.
He felt your hand reach out and grab one of his, intertwining your fingers. He felt comforted by the gesture as you rubbed your thumb across him before you spoke two words that warmed his heart. “I understand.”
“You know it’s hard to work at full speed all the time. It’s okay to not be at a hundred all the time. The valleys feed the peaks” you continued. It was a simple remark, but it sounded surprisingly poetic to him. He hadn’t felt this understood outside of the boys for a long time. It was refreshing. It was terrifying. He resisted his natural urge to run and hide.
“Are you speaking from experience?” he asked, needing to divert the attention away from his own vulnerabilities.
“Yeah. I had it pretty tough a couple of years ago. Too much pressure from myself, too many expectations. Led to too many vices and panic attacks” you shrugged as you continued and he squeezed your hand to comfort you. “It creeps up from time to time but my therapist and I have it handled” He looked at you in awe. You hadn’t given him a throwaway answer or switched the limelight back at him. You wasted no time in being as vulnerable as him, if not more. He knew at that moment that regardless of where this thing went, he wanted you to know you better.
“Thank you for being honest.” He brought your hand to his lips and kissed it gently. It was an intimate gesture but he wanted you to know how much he appreciated your words - how much he appreciated you - in that moment. You both sat in comfortable silence for a little while, playing with each other’s hands that were still intertwined, till one of you yawned loudly causing the other to giggle. With the weight of the conversation lifting, you both fell back into playful banter as you decided to pack up and call it a night.
“Do you want me to walk you to your car?” Namjoon asked, wanting to drag the night on longer despite it already being almost 2 am.
“Don’t judge me but I actually don’t know how to drive. I was just going to cab back.” he saw you giggle bashfully as you pulled your backpack over your shoulders.
“Oh, no judgment here! Me neither” he laughed. Why does everyone think it is such a big deal to not drive? It’s better for the environment! “Do you want to take one together? I don’t really want you to ride alone this late.” He rubbed the back of his neck, hoping he didn’t come off as if he was trying to dictate what you did.
“I’d really like that,” you said as you walked towards the elevators. He held your hand as you both got on, liking the way you moved closer to him at that.
In the cab you both sat closer than necessary, his arm wrapped around you as you both made plans for your scheduled date later that day, trying not to doze off. When the cab stopped all too soon at your apartment, he kissed you gently as he told you how much he enjoyed your company.
That night laying in bed, his heart felt full as he read your goodnight message. He was sure of it now. He really wanted you in his life.
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Lost In A Daydream
Prompted by @tom-hlover: Benedict Cumberbatch X assistant reader, where Reader fell in love with her boss but knows that it couldn't be, so she resorted to writing which luckily she used a pen. Name as her writings became successful and even surprised her that Ben reads her works until he knew it was her and found out about her feelings, and he was feeling the same way too
Pairing: Benedict Cumberbatch x Reader
Warnings: None that I can think of, all fluffy.
Word count: 1,111
A/N: I'm not taking request, but I was asked very nicely, and I didn't want to let a fan down. I have a horrible time saying no, lol. I hope you like it @tom-hlover. So this is my first fic posted in forever, like in years, so be kind, please. If you like it, comment, like, reblog, please! I love your feedback.
Other notes: (Y/P/N) is Your Pen Name. *Gif Credit goes to @thelostsmiles*
Working as an assistant to Benedict Cumberbatch for the past year had been a fantastic opportunity, one you hadn't quite expected to receive. The job had been presented to you by Benedict's previous assistant when she turned in her resignation letter as she was moving away to be with family in the states.
Over the year assisting your boss, you had developed more than just feelings of friendship towards him. Being so close and constantly around Benedict, you slowly developed romantic thoughts. The feelings that you had were eating away at you slowly, and it was no chance you would spill them to Benedict or that he'd in any way return the same feelings, so you decided to put your college courses in creative writing to use and start by writing fanfictions here and there in your free time. When they began to gain attention, several of your readers suggested you start publishing eBooks and submitting drafts to publish. Never had you thought they'd take off as they did, but you had sold several books online, and one of your first books was due to release today in stores, under a pen name, of course.
"Good morning, (Y/N)." Ben said with a smile as he came into the studio to prepare for another day of filming his newest movie. He would spend a while in the makeup chair, so he always had a book on hand.
"Hello, Benedict. You look very cheerful this morning." You commented at the tall man's bright smile. Ben usually had his face buried in a script, but today you noticed he was carrying a bag from his favourite bookstore.
"Well, one of my favourite authors has just published another book, and it was released today. Just grabbed my copy on the way here." He sat down in the chair and cracked the new hardback book open.
It was then that you noticed the title of the book he had. Your book, to be exact, it was also then that your heart sank to your stomach, and you felt nauseated.
"What if he finds out it's me? What if he figures out it's about him? What if he knows it was me all along and he…."
"(Y/N)? (Y/N)? You with me?" Ben called out, making you snap your head up to look at him.
"With you? Wh-why. What do you mean?" You laughed a bit, trying to brush the whole thing off.
"I asked you if you had read any of (Y/P/N) 's books before, but you seemed very occupied." He laughed, making you gulp and blush a bit, looking down to some notes you had in your hand.
"Oh, ha, no. No." You cursed yourself for being so awkward. "I've heard great things, though, from friends."
"She's my favourite author. I'd love to meet her someday." Ben looked over you, carefully studying your curious behaviour before he got back to reading.
The day passed by with you trying to avoid Benedict unless he needed you beside him for work; otherwise, you stayed at a desk out of the way and tried working only to end up stuck in your thoughts.
Ben had a pretty good idea by the end of the day that you were the author of his favourite books, not only due to the way you had acted when you found out he had bought the book this morning but continued to avoid him all day when able. The actor would be lying if he said he didn't have similar feelings as the male character in the book towards his coworker. He was now determined to find out if the feelings were mutual between himself and (Y/N).
You were reading the same line again and again on a paper that had been given to you for a commercial that Ben was to be in in a few weeks.
Benedict came up behind you and called your name, going unnoticed by you with the first call.
"(Y/N)?" He said again and laid a hand on your shoulder to bring you back from your concentration.
You jumped and turned your head, looking up to the ocean blue eyes of your boss.
"Oh, Christ, you scared me." You placed your hand on your chest, feeling the thumping of your heart under your palm.
"You are jumpy today. Is everything okay? You seem a little off. Like in your own world almost." Benedict stated bashfully, wanting to say how he felt about you.
"Uh yeah, yeah. Just, um. Just a lot on my mind." You nodded and looked off. You just wanted to spill your guts to him and get it off your mind and chest.
"You can tell me anything. I know I'm your boss, but I consider you a friend as well. I need to, no, want to tell you. I only hope I'm not crossing the line or going to cross the line." Ben rubbed the back of his neck and tried to stop himself from continuing to ramble.
"I have feelings for you." Ben said suddenly.
"It was about you." You blurted out at the same time.
"I'm sorry?" You asked, staring dumbfounded at the handsome man you had admired. "Did you say you have feelings for me?"
"Yes. Yes, I do (Y/N). I also think you wrote the books, am I right?" He questioned curiously.
"Y-yeah. It's embarrassing. I'm so sorry if it's inappropriate." You wrung your hands and looked down at them. "I can take another job if it'll impact my position working with you." You continued.
"(Y/N)." Benedict interjected. "(Y/N)". He said again and failed to stop you, so he tipped your chin up and kissed your lips tenderly, only pulling away slightly to see if he crossed the line.
What he found was your eyes closed and your face in peaceful bliss. Smiling, Ben leaned in again and pressed a more passionate kiss, wrapping his arm around you, his large hand flat on the small of your back and one hand holding your face gently.
After breaking from the kiss and opening your eyes, you both had a smile.
"What about a date? Not a fictional one this time, an actual date. Then you can tell me about what else you have yet to publish, and I've yet to discover of yours." The actor chuckled as he looked down at you.
"A date I'm great with that idea, but you'll never see what I've posted on my blog. At least not yet." You died just thinking of what he would think if he saw half of the filth you had posted on your blog even before your employment with him.
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Request from Lex: may i please have a one-shot with akane or teru where he has a secret s/o and the secret gets out🌝🤌 gracias y por favor‼️
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SECRETS AND LANDSLIDES
a/n: lex ilysm- i literally wrote this again because my other draft of like 2k words made no sense lol </33
notes: fem! reader, mature language, one-shot format
𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒𝐋𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐒
akane aoi x reader
— Why was your boyfriend who was beyond compared to you keeping your love veiled?
Dating was surely simple enough to abide by. Make your significant other content with what you both had to offer. Of course there are other added rules and additional options, it’s meant to be easy. Even so, there was one thing that made you overthink your relationship with the red-headed male. Something that made you wonder why he even made such an order for you to follow. And that was how your love was kept hidden in shambles from the public view.
People knew him to be the one who always took charge when others were afraid. He was quite known amongst his grade. Academically smart, driven, somewhat good-looking, talented—the list goes on as far as the distance between Earth and the sun. Endless, but it stops at some point.
He’s also a hopeless romantic, which doesn’t really come to mind once describing who he is. Once stuck in a conscious state with his childhood friend, Aoi Akane, absolutely smitten with her. Always confessing his extensive amount of passion for her, trying to marrying her despite being so young, though it never went his way. She rejected him countless times one couldn’t even keep track of the precise number she spurned his offers (except him). He devoted his entire life to the purple-haired female.
As time went on, his love for her withered away and decayed like a blood-red rose. Perhaps it was never meant to be, he thought while finally admitting defeat. But there was a new person to fall in love with again, and her name was Y/n.
꒰ᖭི༏ᖫྀ꒱
“I have a question for you Akane.”
You uttered, nestling up to him. The satin sheets from the bed were warm due to the body heat both provided laying down next to each other. He hummed while continuing to lay down kisses all over your arm, targeting the back of the hand mostly.
“What is it?” The red headed male responded in a hushed voice, already beginning to get tired. His eyes were closed shut due to the moon shining brightly as it seeped through the drapes of your room.
You stayed silent for a moment, practically hesitating to say the question you wanted to ask him.
He furrowed a brow, fluttering his eyes open to gaze at you curiously. It was as if you were in a frozen state, however you only stayed with a blank stare deep in thought.
Interweaving your fingers through his soft hair as a way to forget the negative thoughts. Asking, whispering, “Why do we keep our relationship private?”
“Ah.” His body became more awake after hearing that. “That’s only cause I don’t want anyone else to have you.”
‘Doesn’t that just sound... off?’ You thought, lost in his words that made you overthink every single detail. The change of his tone, his words, and how he didn’t even look at you when saying it. Because even after a few months of dating—he never plucked up the “courage” to finally showcase his caring girlfriend in which he adored. Knowing him, the vice president wouldn’t do anything like that, at all.
He was always full of pride and would constantly brag about his achievements to people he either hated or didn’t care what their opinions were. If that were true, he wouldn’t be desperately hiding what you both had. You thought that if you were Aoi, the graceful female, he wouldn’t keep anything hidden from the world.
꒰ᖭི༏ᖫྀ꒱
The bells chimed, it was time to finally go home. Dreadful countless hours have passed and students were set free from their endless piles of school work, except for some since they had homework. You could see people walking in pairs of two, holding hands as they gazed at each other lovingly. It made you feel empty for an instance, but brushed it off as you started to make your way outside the building, going towards a hidden place where you and Akane met after school.
Viridescent leaves swayed and danced along with the vigorous gushes of wind, wanting to snap from the weak twigs they resided in. Finally branching off, the leaves flew everywhere and even landed on the back of your uniform. Picking up your pace—your eyes were now met with a male standing still as he looked out into the distance.
Seeming to notice your presence, he turned his head around and a grin was now present on his lips. “Hello, my beautiful Y/n.” Akane said as he extended out his arm wanting for to hold yours. A small smile was now etched into your lips as well, clutching his hand immediately when you got more closer to him.
He pulled you close to him, hugging you as if his life depended on it. “I haven’t seen you all day, I missed you.”
It was true. Not being able to act all lovey-dovey at school made it seem you both didn’t know each other at all. Not being able to be with him and act like you always did.
“I know.” You murmured, placing a peck on his cheek while continuing to embrace him.
His heart raced so fast he was mentally sweat dropping if you felt or heard it. At times he wondered how he managed to end up with someone. Never knowing he would because of all his interactions from before with a certain violet haired girl.
Like the possessive lover he is, he let go of your frame and placed his palms to your cheeks, leaning forward and making his lips touch yours. You widened your eyes due to the surprise you felt. Yes, he always did this practically everyday—but it never grew old.
It took a few seconds to recollect what just happened, but you found yourself melting into the kiss as well. Moments like this are what you cherished the most; wishing for it to last forever.
He pulled away, leaving the both of you at a loss of air. “I just love you so much.” He breathlessly whispered.
“Me too.”
“Lets walk home together, shall we?”
“We always do dummy.” You teased while flicking his forehead, making him roll his eyes then smile afterwards (he rarely ever gets mad at you).
Interlocking hands with each other, turning around while starting to stroll down the paths of the school. The crowd of students from earlier had died down—even after less than an hour there wasn’t a single soul in sight.
It was always like this, walking with him after school when there wasn’t anyone around. He kept your relationship hidden as a sense of protection. Akane didn’t want for everything to be revealed like how it was for him and Aoi.
Not taking long for you both to arrive at the front of the structure, you still both held hands. It was comforting, reassuring, it felt doting.
“Tell me about your day, how was it?” He asked.
“Ah, nothing much happened really. Just another school day.”
“Really?” He looked towards the side, gazing at you. “Well, it does get tiring at times. Say, how about we go somewhere today? Since today was kind of boring.” Akane offered.
You stopped in your tracks, making him do the same. “That’d be nice.” You beamed, a red hue appearing onto his cheeks. “So—where will be going?”
He pondered about it for a while, not speaking up. A few seconds passed by and it seemed he had a brilliant idea. Although his eyes were focused on something else now, whispering a curse under his breath.
“Is everything alright?” He didn’t respond. Looking where he was shooting daggers at, a tuft of blond hair stood still along with a few others students that were playing around with one another.
A tense atmosphere sat along the two groups, the blond haired male smirked, “I was wondering where you’d go in such a hurry when school ended. I guess my question has been answered.” Smiling while glancing at you.
Looking over at your boyfriend, everything about him seemed different. His clenched teeth and fists, the look in his eyes, for the thing he was trying to keep hidden was revealed—and by the person he wasn’t fond of.
“Y/n... lets just leave.” He murmured, loud enough for you to only hear. Nervously gulping, you shook your head, squeezing his hand while starting to lead the way.
“If you want, I could keep this little secret hidden.” Teru proposed. “And I’ll make sure these... idiots will keep their mouths shut as well.” He chuckled, pinching the bridge of his nose as the other students kept messing around still.
“It’s fine, do whatever you want.” Akane was annoyed at this point—not wanting to associate with the student council’s president, already having enough with him. “I don’t need anything from you.” It was the last thing he said as he started walking with you once again.
Awkward to say the least, you didn’t know what to say as you both arrived by a wooden bench. He slumped down in the chair, you standing in front of him. The red haired boy groaned and placed his palms to his face, “That wasn’t supposed to happen.”
You fiddled with your fingers, “At least it didn’t go as bad—
“I guess, but still... I’m sorry for what happened.” He looked up at you, “You know I thought about something, for a while actually.”
“What is it?”
“If you want, we can make our relationship not so hidden anymore. I just want to be able to do things with you.”
At a loss for words, all you could do was stand still as he grasped your hands, his thumbs grazing over your fingers. It was actually one of the first times he initiated a conversation about this topic.
“I don’t mind, but are okay with it?” You nervously asked.
“Yeah, a thousand times so.” He then picked up your arm and located a peck on the back of your hand.
“Lets just forget about what happened earlier, how about we go to a cafe?”
“I’d love that.”
END.
EVEN I HAD SUCH HIGH EXPECTATIONS FOR THIS BUT IT WENT DOWNHILL CAUSE I DID HALF OF IT IN THE CAR SND IM PLAYING GOLF HAHAHA idc anyways hi
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Narcos Bullet Point Fic: Comfort Zone
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Pairing: Javier Peña x AFAB Reader x Steve Murphy
Words: 1,665
Summary: Reader (who works for the DEA) is feeling rubbish due to their period, but fear not as the moustache boyfriends are on hand to provide lashings of comfort. For the purpose of the story, Steve isn’t married (sorry Connie), but he, Javi and Reader are a throuple/in a polyamorous relationship.
Warnings: Brief descriptions of reader experiencing symptoms of menstruation (but no discussion of blood). A very brief mention in passing of a past sexual encounter, but no smut.
Notes: Not gonna lie, this is utterly self-indulgent and fluffy af. I wrote it several months ago to make myself feel better and it’s been sat gathering dust in my drafts since. I was kind of self-conscious about sharing it, as the inspo isn’t even vaguely subtle lol, but I finally figured why not and perhaps it might provide comfort for someone else too!
Whilst obviously I do not own Narcos or its characters, please do not copy, re-post, or plagiarize this fic in any capacity on this or other platforms. If you wish to create any fan works inspired by it, please provide a credit or send me a message if in doubt.
It had been yet another long, draining day at the DEA and you had started to feel the tell-tale signs taking hold of your body over the course of the afternoon: cramps, back ache, headache, dizziness, nausea. Oh joy, your period had arrived.
You’d stupidly left your painkillers at home and were struggling to concentrate on the stack of files in front of you on your desk. You rubbed firmly at your temples to try and ease the dull, nagging ache that had set in, but the garish orange hue of the office lighting wasn’t doing you any favours.
Steve was the first to notice you didn’t look your usual self and came over to ask if you were okay, so you told him what was wrong in a hushed voice.
It was close to the end of your working day and although you’d usually be happy to put in extra hours late into the evening (provided Steve and Javi kept you company), you really didn’t feel up to it today. Steve offered to drive you home, his hand resting on the back of your chair, keeping things professional but still a comforting presence letting you know he was there.
Steve’s concerned expression quickly caught Javi’s attention and he was over like a shot. Steve discretely filled him in and Javi was practically putting your coat on you and steering you towards the door before Steve had even finished talking.
You tried to protest about all the files still littering your desk, but you knew already you were fighting a losing battle when it was both of them like this; they were like a relentless tag team. The irony of two of the biggest workaholics you’d ever met telling you there was nothing here that couldn’t wait until tomorrow wasn’t lost on you, but you found their fussing too endearing to be annoyed.
Javi decided to join you both, figuring he’d tell anyone who queried his whereabouts that he had gone to meet an informant.
Steve drove you back to your apartment block, where all DEA agents were housed. You were feeling increasingly worse and the movement of the car was making you queasy. Javi sat in the back with you, holding your palm in his hand, lightly rubbing soothing circles across your skin with the pad of his thumb.
Steve looked back at you both in the rear-view mirror, glad that Javi was able to comfort you whilst he drove.
“Almost there now, sweetheart,” he softly offered instead and you weakly smiled back and nodded at him through the mirror.
Once back at your apartment block, you climbed the stairs, with Steve leading the way holding your hand and Javi behind you gently running a hand across your lower back.
You let them into your apartment on the second floor, although they both had their own keys as well and it had been that way for a while now.
You couldn’t say for sure when or how this arrangement started; it was a gradual series of developments that all came to a head one hazy, drunken night that ended with all three of you in your bed. You’d initially figured it was a one-off bit of fun fuelled by alcohol, but after it happened again when you were all sober, it quickly became apparent it was a lot more than that for all of you.
Once the door was shut behind you, Javi helped you shrug your coat off whilst Steve was ready and waiting to scoop you up in his arms. You practically fell into them, suddenly overcome with a wave of tiredness.
He wrapped himself around you, as you nestled your head against his shoulder, comforted by the faint smell of fabric softener and his aftershave.
He planted a kiss on your forehead and rhythmically ran his large palms up and down your back, pulling you flush against him.
You suddenly felt a warm weight on your back, as Javi also pressed himself up against you, sliding his hands around your waist.
“Couldn’t miss out on this,” he murmured against your neck as he peppered light kisses up and down your skin. You hummed contentedly and leaned into it, already feeling a bit better for having the warmth and love of your boys surrounding you.
You glanced down and smiled as you noticed Steve had laced his fingers with Javi’s at your side as you all embraced, needing to decompress after another frustrating day of tracking down sicarios.
You stayed like this for a moment, before Steve suggested you change out of your work clothes and make yourself comfortable on the sofa. You took his advice, slipping into a mish-mash of your favourite comfy clothes.
By the time you arrived back in the lounge, there was a freshly made hot water bottle waiting for you on the sofa, along with a drink, a bar of chocolate and your much-needed pack of painkillers on the coffee table. You couldn’t help but smile and just as you sat down, both men re-appeared.
“What would I do without you both?” you asked, as you gestured for them to join you on the sofa. They happily obliged, one either side of you, pointing out that as your boyfriends, it was the least they could do.
After you’d taken your painkillers and gorged on several chunks of chocolate, you leaned your head against Steve’s shoulder as he pressed light kisses to the top of your head, with your legs and feet draped over Javi.
Javi began gently stroking up and down your legs, before massaging your feet, slowly but surely beginning to dispel the tension from your body. You sighed deeply and couldn’t think of a better way to spend an evening, despite feeling so rough.
You felt so relaxed, safe and warm, your eyelids drooped heavy at some point and you dozed off.
By the time you woke up, the painkillers had kicked in, Steve was still by your side, having not dared move in case he woke you up, and Javi was on the phone. You quickly gathered he was ordering your favourite takeaway and your heart swelled with affection for both of them.
Once he was off the phone, you pulled Javi in for a firm kiss, which caught him off guard slightly.
“I guess I should order takeout more often if that’s your reaction,” Javi eventually responded with a smirk.
As soon as you moved away, you turned to Steve and kissed him in a similar fashion.
“I knew I loved you both for a reason,” you said beaming at them both in turn.
“We do have our uses,” Steve agreed.
The takeaway soon arrived and it was exactly what you needed. You all spent the rest of the evening watching TV on the sofa, the three of you regularly changing snuggling positions so everyone got what they needed.
The only downside to sofa snuggles was the lack of space for three fully grown adults to comfortably stretch out, especially for someone as tall as Steve. Unsurprisingly, it was his suggestion that you all head to bed instead, which was more than fine with you, seen as you could barely keep your eyes open. Your painkillers had also started to wear off and you weren’t feeling so great, the cramps rearing their ugly head again.
You moved from the lounge to the bedroom, slipping under the covers whilst Javi refreshed your hot water bottle and Steve brought you a steaming mug of your favourite hot chocolate.
Both men undressed down to their boxers and joined you in bed. Seen as you were still sat up drinking your hot chocolate, you moved next to the nightstand for the time being, allowing Steve to lie in the middle on his side facing you, with Javi spooning him.
Steve reached his arm out to gently run his hand over your lower abdomen in an attempt to ease the cramps you had mentioned had returned. His hand massaged in light circular motions from one side to the other, as you sighed in contentment.
Meanwhile, Javi pressed his chest up against Steve’s back, keeping their bodies in position with his arms locked around his waist. He placed slow, tender kisses across the back of his neck, whilst his fingers traced patterns along his midriff.
Steve groaned and nuzzled his head back against Javi, who lightly nibbled Steve’s ear in return.
It wouldn’t be unusual for things to progress further in different circumstances, but not tonight. Tonight was about comfort and the two men’s primary concern was doing everything they could to help make you feel better.
They both knew you suffered quite badly with your periods, so they were always happy to be on hand to do whatever was needed to make things easier for you. You knew you were lucky to have them both around, doting on you and enveloping you with so much warmth and affection it made your chest ache.
Once you were done with your hot chocolate and you had all brushed your teeth, you re-shuffled your sleeping arrangements. You’d stressed you didn’t mind sleeping on the end, as you loved watching your boys sleep soundly with their limbs tangled together. But they had insisted you be in the middle and who were you to disappoint them?
And so you found yourself cocooned between them both in the darkness; your body wrapped around Javi’s, one of his arms slung over you and your head nestled in the nook between his neck and shoulder, with Steve spooning you from behind, his soft, slender fingers entwined with yours resting on your stomach and his head gently pressed up against the back of your neck.
As you drifted off into a blissful, deep sleep, you’d never felt more protected or taken care of and you knew they’d be around to do the same for you again next month.
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—; it’s beginning to look a lot like christmas. (extra)
word count: 923
pairing: razor/gn!reader; razor/traveler
genre: fluff
summary: you smiled. for humans, that was a good thing, he needed to remind himself. the corners of his lips quirked up in a clumsy grin as he tried to recreate your expression. his teeth bared in an odd grimace, razor gave up on the awkward attempt before you got any closer. human smiles aren’t dangerous, but he doesn’t want to scare you. you made them look easy. your smiles weren’t dangerous, they’re nice. he likes them.
a/n: mk so , while writing this fic i wrote a scene that ended up not flowing well with the main narrative so it got canned
felt it was as shame to bin it since i already worked on it so i decided to post it separately as an extra :3
it's still in draft form tho so kinda hybrid prose and headcanon lol(takes place between reader/traveler explaining what christmas is to razor and december 25)
heads-up
i write dialogues in what i will call the french/european system? anyway, i see that it's not the dialogue formatting that most english readers are accustomed to so i modified it slightly to be easier to understand
basically dialogues will be within guillemets (« »), and words that are within the quotation marks but are italicised are actions and/or dialogue verbs.
hope that clears things out a bit and i hope you give me and my fic a chance :)
the next time you met up with razor, he was waiting for you by the edge of the woods. the wolf boy noticed that you had kept your promise as you excitedly trotted over to him, wicker basket in tow—though you were still a good distance away, he could scent out many unfamiliar aromas coming from the parcel.
« tell you what, you smiled. next time i go to the city, i’ll bring you something! »
you smiled. for humans, that was a good thing, he needed to remind himself. the corners of his lips quirked up in a clumsy grin as he tried to recreate your expression. his teeth bared in an odd grimace, razor gave up on the awkward attempt before you got any closer. human smiles aren’t dangerous, but he doesn’t want to scare you. you made them look easy. your smiles weren’t dangerous, they’re nice. he likes them.
the next time you smile was when you two ate lunch together, you introducing him to some human food and chuckling at his quirks and reactions.
there was the traditional fare, some berries, some bread. he eyes the cheese tucked in a corner hungrily, while steering clear of the greens you brought with you. eating was spent in relative quiet, but it’s ok like this. he doesn’t mind having you rest on his side, leaning on him as you munch on a piece of ‘toast’ with… ah, you called it ‘cranberry… jam’? he visibly recoiled after having a taste. you laugh as he narrows his eyes and frowns at the offending condiment, as if it had personally wronged him. the sweet feels wrong; he doesn’t like how the sour makes his mouth dry. he licked his lips dryly, brows still furrowed. no more of that thank you, he thought. he’d much prefer meat.
today, you brought glazed ham and… ‘mashed potatoes’. he likes meat. he likes potatoes. he much prefers this over the previous item. he snags them up. ‘cranberry’ notwithstanding, if this is what people ate during weihnachten, then it’s not so bad of a celebration.
curious at the colourful items you were snacking on, razor decided to have a small taste of the sweets that you brought, eyeing them for a tad bit too long before actually taking a bite.
you took note of this and watched his reactions with amusement:
gingerbread cookie: he must’ve thought it had a weird taste, considering the confused face he made while chewing it;
peppermint cookie: he probably found that it smelt nice, seeing as he spent more time sniffing the damn thing rather than eat it. taste wise however, the reception was lukewarm;
snickerdoodle: you figured it must be the cinnamon that’s not doing it for him. it must’ve felt weird on his tongue, as he stuck it out, cringing, after chancing a taste. so far the most negative reaction out of all of them;
butter cookie: it had an inoffensive smell, an inoffensive taste, and received an inoffensive reaction. it seemed like it was the one he liked the most, actually;
you grin to yourself. it’s quite entertaining to go razor-watching. it’s cute. he’s cute.
despite the length of time you had already known him, he still manages to be endearing.
moving on from the peculiar treats—he can’t say that he cares much for the taste, but he does like the crunch it makes when he bites into it. sounds nice. feels satisfying—he reached back into the now more-empty-than-stuffed basket for something (he was more accustomed to) to nibble on.
he sees you faffing around in the corner of his eye, curiously watching you try your best to hide your excitement as you reached into a smaller satchel:
« oh, and before i forget. i got you a present! you cooed. »
you happily, yet carefully, wrapped the fluffy cloth around his neck, which he sound found out to be a scarf.
it was of the large and chunky variety. it was simple in terms of design (red, green, white stripes), but you doubted that fashion was a large fad in wolvendom.
you figured that, seeing as it was wintertime, the wolf boy would appreciate an extra piece of clothing, an extra layer of fabric, to keep him warm. you really don’t want him to fall ill. besides, you knew that dogs (and so by extension, wolves) liked fluffy things.
« do you like it? you queried. »
after being buried under the layers upon layers of scarf that was wrapped around him, razor manages to poke his face out to scan the fabric.
« bright colour. he responded bluntly. not good for hunt. »
fair enough. you’re willing to admit that the scarf, much like any other christmasy designs, was quite gaudy and loud.
« ah should’ve guessed so… you sheepishly scratch the back of your neck. well, umm… you don’t have to wear it…? maybe you can use it for bedding or something? »
« no. i like scarf. he said intensely, with conviction. warm is good. thank you. » as if to prove his point, he moves to readjust and fasten the fabric to his person.
you clapped your hands together as you beamed. so he likes it! you celebrate to yourself.
as you were lost in your own jubilation, he felt himself reattempt to imitate your expression. your eyes returns to his face, your smile never faltering. razor wonders if they’ve actually gotten brighter. you’re happy. you didn’t balk at his attempt of a smile. he’s happy.
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❝ comfortable ❞ l.mk
synopsis → “oh, i’m mark. mark lee.” he gives her a lop-sided grin, reminding you of a high school boy. the kind you would have a crush on.
word count → 3k
a/n → instead of admitting to the fact that this has been in my drafts since october what if i just said i was watching superm interviews and got inspired.. would anyone believe that??? anyway superm on the ellen show was a fever dream lol
your leg bounces nervously as your makeup artist touches up your look and you stare at the tv screen in anticipation. you were finally making your television debut. you knew you were blessed for the wonderful opportunity, especially for how new you were to the music industry.
you had started like nearly every other artist; posting covers on youtube. these were well received and gained a good amount of views and likes but your career really took off when you began creating original content. every time you would release a single, it would make it on the trending page thanks to your growing fanbase and exposure to the general public, who seemed to like you. soon enough, requests to interview you whether it be on radio, tv, or magazines were high and, thanks to your managers, you found yourself in los angeles, backstage in a studio, waiting for the ellen degeneres to introduce you to her live audience and thousands of viewers at home.
“don’t move so much, miss l/n,” the woman trying to apply your highlighter comments. “you’re smudging your makeup.”
you force yourself to sit still as you apologize. “sorry. pre-show jitters.”
the woman smiles, emphatically. “i understand, sweetheart. i would be nervous too.”
you’re quiet for a moment, debating if you should continue conversing with her. “can i be honest?”
she hums as she dabs a beauty blender into your cheek. “go ahead.”
“i am so nervous that i’ll mess up or say something stupid. the only thing close to an interview i’ve ever done was a q&a on my youtube channel. and at least i could edit stuff out then.” you huff. “if i make some kind of mistake on my tv debut, my career will be over before it even started.”
“well, think of it this way,” she says. “you went from a moderately popular youtube channel to the ellen show. that doesn’t happen for no reason. there are people out there who really admire you.”
you chuckle in disbelief. “it’s crazy to think about people actually wanting to see me. i still can't believe it.”
she giggles, softly. “they know there's something worth seeing.” at seeing your small smile, almost as if you were barely realizing your own star status, she laughs. “you seriously gotta wake up, girl. you’re famous!”
you smile at her, finding humor in her words. “thanks for the wake up call.”
you both direct your attention to the tv placed backstage that broadcasted what was happening on stage. you listen in to ellen’s monologue as she tells jokes and addresses current topics. before long, there’s a knock on the doorframe. you half expect a staff member to let you know that you’ll be on soon but instead you hear a quiet, “hello?”
you and your makeup artist both turn to the boy standing in the doorway. he's wearing a black jacket paired with dark, ripped jeans held up by a belt. he goes to bow, then remembers that korean etiquette does not apply and decides to wave as a greeting instead. you reciprocate the gesture. he stands with only one foot inside the room, almost as if he’s too polite to enter without being given the okay.
“did they send you to get your makeup done?” the woman who had done yours says.
he nods. “they said something about concealer and bb cream, i think?”
she smiles. “yeah, it’s basic stuff. come on in. what’s your name, dear?”
“oh, i’m mark. mark lee.” he gives her a lop-sided grin, reminding you of a high school boy. the kind you would have a crush on.
“well, mark lee, i’m lily. i’ll be doing your makeup, making sure you look pretty for the cameras.” she motions to you. “i'm just about done here so i’ll be right with you.”
“okay, thank you.” he shuffles in, his eyes glued to you and you hold his stare. he nods, a wordless greeting as he settles in next to you. in return, you throw up a peace sign and he smiles at your casual behavior.
“you know what? somebody used all the setting spray. i’ll be right back, i’m just going to steal some from my co-workers.” with that, lily darts out of the room.
it’s pure silence between the two of you until you spark conversation. “i didn't get to introduce myself but i'm y/n.”
“i know,” he responds, quickly. “i'm kind of a fan, actually. i mean, it’s practically impossible to not be. you’re all over the place. especially with the new single you dropped... which is a bop, by the way.”
you smile at his simply-worded praise. it was a nice switch up from the professional reviews you received from critics. “that’s so cute. i’m honored.” you miss the way mark’s ears turn slightly pink at your words. “but enough about me, what do you do, mark?”
“oh, me? i’m in the k-pop scene.”
you hum. “that’s a good genre to be in. which group?”
“right now i’m promoting with superm, it’s kind of like a side project. but originally, i’m in a band called nct.”
you lean forward at hearing the familiar name. “nct? as in, nct 127?”
mark’s eyes light up. “yeah! you know us?”
you nod, enthusiastically. “oh my god, yes! you collabed with ava, right?”
“we sure did. are you guys close?”
“i help her write lyrics sometimes.” you lower your voice down to a whisper for dramatic effect. “i wrote the chorus to ‘sweet but psycho’.”
the way mark’s jaw drops is almost comedic. “no way! that song got her famous, dude!” his lips curve into a playful smirk. “just because of that i’m gonna have to get you in the studio.”
you return the mischievous look. “is that a promise?”
“i’m back!” lily announces, giving mark no time to respond. she gives no warning as she spritzs you with the bottle she had gone to retrieve.
you cough, choking on the mist. “no heads up?”
“sorry, dear. you’re on in two minutes, no time to waste.”
you feel a chill go up your spine. it was finally time.
mark nudges your arm. “you okay?”
“a little nervous.” that proves to be the biggest understatement of all time because in reality your heart is doing somersaults.
“hey.” you stare at him, his brown eyes boring into you. “you’ll be fine. there’s nothing to worry about. you got this!”
you smile at his words of encouragement. he cared about you and you find that your heart is pounding for an entirely different reason now.
“i'll be here to cheer you on while you’re out there and i’ll be back when you’re done to tell you how amazing you did, okay?”
you nod.
“now get out there!”
“well, we have a great show for y’all today,” ellen says, clasping her hands together, having just finished her monologue. “i mean, it’s always great but the exciting thing is we have two musical guests today.”
the audience that cheered wildly is shown on screen. you almost forget about the knot in your stomach when you see some people in the crowd wearing shirts with the cover art and quoted lyrics of your last single.
“i see you guys are ready so, without further ado... let’s get started. our first guest is a soloist who has made quite a big name for herself in such a short period of time. she currently has three singles on the billboard charts, her most recent music video is number one trending on youtube, and she has a new ep coming out soon. here for her television debut, please welcome y/n l/n.”
you walk out from behind the stage, a huge smile on your face. the crowd screams and you wave to them until your hands become too occupied hugging the hostess who greets you with open arms and a proud smile. once the hype dies down and your entrance music fades out, you take a seat, opposite of ellen.
“how have you been y/n?”
“amazing,” you respond, letting your hands fall neatly in your lap.
“and why is that?”
you sigh, wistfully. “everything has been going so well for me lately. i mean, i feel like all these doors are opening up for me all of a sudden. i think i finally made it.”
“you’re just barely realizing that?” ellen exclaims.
you laugh, along with the audience. “kind of, yeah. it just all happened so fast.”
“is there an experience that comes to mind where you finally realized how famous you are?”
you try to think for a few moments before your eyes light up. “okay so, i was at a mcdonald’s like, last month and i went through the drive thru and ordered some nuggets and fries. so, i pull up to the window to pay and it’s around 2 a.m. so the cashier guy is super out of it, like he’s not even paying attention to me. finally, he goes to grab my card and he gets a good look at me and just freezes. like, full on shuts down. so i ask him if he’s okay and he nods so i try to hand him my card again but he goes, ‘no, you’re famous, you don’t have to pay’. and in that moment i just knew.”
“hold on, pause,” ellen announces, dramatically. “you’re telling me that you have been nominated as artist of the year, gained over ten million followers on social media and made your national television debut but the thing that really made you say ‘wow, i’m famous’ was a couple of chicken nuggets?”
“ellen, c’mon,” you begin, seriously. “it was a twenty piece.”
“oh, well, that changes everything,” she says, playing along with you, as the audience erupts into laughter.
the rest of the interview goes smoothly, running on jokes and sarcastic energy. you discuss your young age (thus resulting in some of your baby pictures finally being revealed to the world), millennial culture (the crowd went wild when you explained terms such as netflix and chill to ellen who claimed she didn’t understand yet her sly smirk said otherwise) and your upcoming ep (that you would be giving a sneak peek of later on in the show).
you continue chatting once the commercial break is announced and ellen showers you with praises, commenting how young talent never failed to amaze her, although it did make her feel old. you get to thank the hostess and tell her how much you appreciated her sweet words and the opportunity she had given you before the crew is dragging you backstage so you can prep for your upcoming performance.
you’re greeted by a “that was awesome!” and a high five one you get backstage.
you flash mark a full smile. “couldn’t have done it without my hype man.”
just then lily walks in to touch up your makeup.
“and my hype woman!”
she just rolls her eyes and chuckles as she reapplies gloss to your lips.
“seriously though, y/n. why did you have to be so perfect? the bar is all the way up here now.” to emphasize his point, mark raises his arm as high as it will go.
“hey, i only tried hard because you’re up next. you’re a hard act to beat, mark lee. i mean, you’re charismatic, charming, witty; basically every talk show host’s dream.”
he scoffs yet you see how he avoids your gaze, your compliments obviously flattering him to the extreme.
a staff member walks by, cutting your conversation short. “y/n, you’re back on in one. superm is on right after.”
you and mark turn back to each other, speaking the same two words at the same time.
“good luck.”
ellen introduces you again, only this time you hold a guitar and stand in front of a microphone once you’re back on the stage. you perform a never before heard song but judging by the roaring applause and standing ovation you receive by the end of it, it’s another successful hit.
you bask in the amazing response and then you’re ushered backstage for the last time. you catch sight of the staff placing more seats on the stage as you exit and you smile eagerly, knowing exactly what’s to come. you search the hallways for your new friend, hoping you can catch him before the show goes back on air. you’re almost about to give up when you hear your name being called.
you lock eyes with mark who stands a couple feet away, barely hidden from the audience’s view. even from where you stand you can tell he has a nervous smile on his face. you jog towards him and to your surprise, he envelops your figure without a second thought. in return, you tentatively wrap your arms around him.
“great job,” he murmurs, breath fanning your ear. “i really did cheer you on.”
“i’ll make sure to do the same.” you hesitantly pull away from his embrace, holding him at an arm’s length away. “go get ‘em.”
he gives you a determined nod and you watch him rush on stage, the audience’s wild cheering increasing. their energy didn’t fade once throughout the interview and just as you had suspected, mark was doing wonderfully. he clearly thrived in interviews; his awkward, boyish nature enchanting everyone in the studio, yourself included.
ellen crosses her legs and clears her throat. “so, i have to ask you something, you know, for the fans.”
the group leaned forward in anticipation, awaiting her next words.
“are any of you dating?”
the crowd released noises of amusement at hearing the very personal question. you can’t help but feel intrigued although you knew ellen has always been quite the invasive person. you watched as the seven boys looked around at each other, unsure what to say but before their silence can become suspiciously long, mark ends up taking the question.
“why are you always so curious about this, though?” he blurts.
the audience absolutely eats up his response, cheering at his bluntness. even you find it humorous, shoulders shaking with a chuckle. that’s definitely gonna become a meme, you think.
“it’s my job!” counters ellen. “why are you so defensive?”
the crowd is very responsive to ellen’s rebuttal, ‘ooh’ing in amusement.
mark’s silence only pushes the hostess to continue teasing him.
“does it maybe have anything to do with y/n?”
your smile drops. had she seen you two? you’re not sure why you feel so exposed; after all, you had just been talking.
ellen’s lips adorn a sly smile at mark’s stunned reaction. “you seemed to be getting very comfortable with each other backstage.”
the black haired male stumbles over his words before he gets a semi-coherent sentence out. “we just, um—we just met.”
“oh really? you two looked like you had known each other forever.”
mark chuckles breathlessly, eyes glued to his lap, obviously at a loss for words. ellen stares at him expectantly so he mutters, “i like making friends.”
ellen, the audience, and even some of the band members laugh at his response.
“well, i’m sure there’s a lot of fans out there that wish they were your ‘friend’.” her tone makes it clear she doesn’t buy his excuse but she prods him no further, instead turning to stare into the main camera. “when we get back superm will be performing their title track ‘jopping’. during the commercial break, please feel free to place your bets as to how long mark and y/n will remain ‘friends’.”
the camera pans to mark for a couple seconds; his ears are bright red and his cheeks are dusted light pink, his makeup doing nothing to help hide the blush. his eyes dart around, anxiously and then they cut to commercials.
you shake your head, smiling at the entire situation and just how big of a dork mark was.
you attentively watch superm’s two performances, eyes mostly glued to a certain rapper. you sit patiently in the makeup room, waiting for mark to return backstage so you can congratulate him but he never appears. you try to conceal your disappointment, even when lily enters the room, smiling brightly.
“well, the show’s over, doll.” she removes her makeup stained apron and glances at you as she places it on a nearby rack. “hey, why the long face?”
you stare at your reflection in the mirror, no longer bothering to hide your pout now that your frustration had been made known.
“you did great, if that’s what you’re worried about. just ask mark.”
“he left,” you mumble. “i thought i’d be able to catch him before he left and we could… i don’t know, talk a bit more? i just really—” you trail off.
“like him?” lily suggests, too loudly for your liking.
your head snaps towards her, eyes wide, only confirming your feelings.
“don’t worry, dear, you can say it. i won’t tell ellen,” she jokes.
you sigh and slump down in your seat. “yeah. i like him.”
“well, then, i have good news for you.”
you half-heartedly hum, allowing her to continue.
she waves a piece of crumpled paper in front of your face. you grab it from her, staring at it curiously.
“what’s this?”
she nods her head at it, encouraging you to find out for yourself. “open it and see.”
you obey, unfolding the tiny item. your eyes struggle to read the words inside but if you squint, they become clearer.
please call, me i would love to become closer ‘friends’.
(xxx) xxx-xxxx
it’s mark btw :)
you can’t contain your smile at the cute little note.
“he’s adorable,” you say, mostly to yourself but lily audibly agrees.
“he ran into me as he was leaving and begged me to deliver that message to you. which reminds me, i’m supposed to let you know that he wishes he could have stuck around but his schedule is ‘crazy tight’ so he had to ‘dip’. his words not mine.”
you nod, grin widening. “thanks, lily.”
“my pleasure. nothing like young love.”
you give her a glare although it’s all but threatening.
she folds her arms, teasingly. “so, are you going to give him a call or what?”
you’re sure she sees the phone in your hand and the way your fingers press the numbers on the keypad, excitedly but nevertheless, you decide to answer.
“i’d be crazy not to.”
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Fanfic ask game for procrastinating on writing, which as of this week is actually accurate, since I’m finally writing again! (or, more specifically, editing what I wrote two months ago so I can get back to writing.)
Tagged by @essektheylyss! Thank you, this is exactly the kind of activity my brain needed tonight.
1) How many works do you have on AO3?
72! I was hovering at 69 for quite a while, sad to break the streak haha
2) What’s your total AO3 word count?
~550K, which is somehow both more and less than what I expected
3) How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?
Many, lmao. According to my Ao3 (omitting any blanket tags) I’ve got 22 there, plus at least two more over on ff.net from back in the day, and probably a couple more just on Tumblr. Most of them I’ve only written one fic for, though. I think the only fandoms where I’ve written more than one are Critical Role (35), Supernatural (15), Haikyuu!! (3), The Exorcist (2), Dimension 20 (2), and Yu-Gi-Oh! (2)
4) What are your top five fics by kudos?
Pick a Number, Any Number
Surprisingly, my number one is NOT a Critical Role fic, nor is it even one of my longer multi-chapters! It’s actually a one-shot I wrote for Haikyuu!! back in the day that took off far beyond what I expected. I wrote it for DaiSuga week, which was a ship I (to be completely honest) wasn’t even terribly invested in, but I had a fun idea and people seemed to like it! (It’s also much fluffier than what I usually write, which might be part of its broader appeal ;))
A Winter’s Ball
Unsurprisingly, the next four are all CR ;). This one was a M9 x VM crossover that I primarily wrote between the hours of 3-8am over the course of two insomnia-wracked nights and honestly, I think it shows in its uncharacteristically unstructured format (compared to my typical style, which tends to favour shorter scenes with very intentionally-placed breaks between, as opposed to scenes that flow into each other without pause). That’s not to say I think it’s a bad thing! The story, which follows Beau as she drifts through a party in Whitestone and observes the interactions between the various guests, actually flows better without that kind of interruption. This was also my first Beaujester piece. I started writing it right before Beau’s confession aired, and published it the week after, which definitely pushed me to make what had been only subtextual in the first half of my draft into the emotional lynchpin of the story.
Only the Nightingale Sings
I’m really glad this one still ranks as high as it does, because this story is absolutely my pride and joy. At one time (though I’m not sure that’s true anymore) it was the longest gen fic in the fandom, which is pretty cool! Plot-heavy, twist-heavy, angst-heavy, with seven points of view to follow and multiple interwoven storylines, it was a beast of a thing to write, and took almost exactly a year to finish, but the long process was oh-so worth it. Literally nothing makes me happier today than seeing a new comment or kudos on this story.
Closer Still
One of my earliest shadowgast fics, this one asks the question “how can you make the ‘stuck in an elevator trope’ fantasy?” The answer is, as always, demiplanes. This fic, perhaps more than any of my other shadowgast fics, is interesting to revisit, because it was written before the ep 97 reveal, but literally everything Essek does in it would suggest otherwise. It reads like I already knew he was a spy working with Trent, and yet I was firmly in the “Essek is NOT the spy” camp at the time. Gotta chalk that up to Matt telegraphing his growing guilt into the preceding episodes - even if I couldn’t see it, it was clearly there.
your dust from mine
My other novel-length CR multichapter, this fic brought me so much joy in the otherwise bleak summer of 2020. Most of my best memories of those four months come from working on this story. A Fjorclay adaption of The Goose Girl (my favourite fairytale) this story is about healing, growth, and figuring out what happiness means to you. While I know most people don’t read stories for this pairing anymore, for obvious reasons, I still cherish your dust from mine for how much of my heart I poured into it, and I look back on it with a huge amount of fondness.
5) Do you respond to comments, why or why not?
I do my absolute best to respond to every comment someone leaves on a story of mine, even if it occasionally takes a month or two. Replying to comments is one of my favourite parts of the fic-writing process - it gives me a chance to revisit peoples’ kind words and (often, incredibly insightful) observations, and I hope it also shows how appreciative I am of each and every one.
6) What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?
Though I write a lot of angst, I honestly tend more towards bittersweet endings than straight-up sadness. The only one I can really think of is What You Own - mind the tags if you follow the link, this is definitely one of the gnarlier things I’ve written for CR - whose ending is, admittedly, bleak. But this story so far removed from canon that I don’t think it’s the kind of angsty ending that lingers with you, as much as it packs a punch and then lets you go on your way.
7) Do you write crossovers? If so what is the craziest one you’ve written?
I tend to enjoy thinking about crossovers moreso than actually writing them. I’ve brainstormed a few, but none have ever made it much farther than the first page.
8) Have you ever received hate on a fic?
A few times! Not often, thankfully. Only one time in particular really sticks out to me, mostly for how it rocked my confidence in a way that I don’t think any comment could now, since I’ve had a few more years to build up faith in my own writing.
9) Do you write smut? If so what kind?
Very, very occasionally.
10) Have you ever had a fic stolen?
I hope not!
11) Have you ever had a fic translated?
Nope!
12) Have you ever co-written a fic before?
Oh man, back in the Glee days... yeah. Yeah, I have. Nothing that ever got published, though ;)
13) What’s your all time favourite ship?
Not sure I have one! Ships come and go with the seasons, and sometimes they’re best left in the era you found them.
14) What’s a WIP you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?
The Shadowgast figure skating AU. It’s never going to happen, but I wish it had.
15) What are your writing strengths?
I would say probably structure, in terms of constructing narrative arcs and through-lines. I’m organized with my writing in a way that I am in few other areas of my life, haha. I’d also say my sense of place - I think I’m pretty good at constructing living, breathing settings and exploring how my characters interact affect/are affected by them.
16) What are your writing weaknesses?
I have a tendency to be wordy (which you might surmise from the length of this post, lol) and repeat myself, usually by going over emotional beats that don’t need the extra reinforcement. On the other hand, I tend to underexplain certain elements (particularly, important plot details in fic, and character motivation in original writing), which can lead to confusion.
A couple years ago I would have said dialogue, but I’ve put a lot of practice into it and I honestly think I’ve improved a lot, which is pretty cool!
17) What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?
I’ve never done it myself, and it’s not generally my favourite thing to read (like @essektheylyss said, it makes me hyper-aware that I’m reading words on a page, especially if I have to follow a footnote somewhere). That said, I’ve definitely also seen it used effectively, so I think it’s more down to whether it suits the particular story!
18) What was the first fandom you wrote for?
Yu-Gi-Oh!
19) What’s your favourite fic you’ve written?
As mentioned above, Only the Nightingale Sings.
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Killing me softly - Sokka x reader
SUMMARY: Having only heard good things about Sokka, you always wanted to see how great he is for yourself. When you finally get the opportunity, you struggle to find him as funny as everyone said.
This is based off the song killing me softly by the fugees which you can listen to: here! or there is a version by zhavia: here!
I strongly suggest you listen to the song because I think the whole vibe you get from it will get you in the mindset for this (and hopefully distract you from how poorly this was executed AHAH)
WORD COUNT: 2.6k
WARNINGS: angsty vibes. tried to have a hopeful ending but idk if it worked lol. poor writing skills.
A/N: ahA I really couldn’t get this idea out of my head so here we are! most certainly did not do this concept/ song fic justice to the way I imagined it but lol this shit low key hurted my feelings but also tried to turn it around? Idk I think this is okay?
KEY: words in-between dividers = lyrics MY MASTERLIST: here!
I heard he sang a good song, I heard he had a style
And so I came to see him, to listen for a while
And there he was, this young boy, a stranger to my eyes
You knew nothing and everything about him all at the same time. Hakoda allowed you to join them as they recruited people across the nations to prepare for invasion day. In doing so, you unknowingly signed a non-verbal contract to hear all the stories and jokes about his son, Sokka. Of course, he spoke highly of his daughter, but there was an unrelenting sense of pride and joy that came with hearing about him.
“You’ll really enjoy speaking with him y/n. He can take any dull or sad moment and turn it into something that will make you laugh beyond your years. He’s been through so much, but he’s become the warrior I knew he was always destined to be.”
It was impossible not to want to meet him. You wanted to hear the stories in the flesh as he became the light in the darkness of this war.
Yet when he finally boarded the ship with his friends after Ba Sing Se, that’s all he became, a story. As a mechanic and strategist, your time was booked to the brim, building upon the plans Sokka created himself. Somehow, you managed to have interactions with Katara and Toph, even Momo, but being in the same room as Sokka? Impossible. You weren’t avoiding him by any means, and neither was he, it just seemed that even when confined to the space of a ship your duties dragged both of you into different directions…. Until now.
Finally having time to relax as you finished reviewing a draft for one segment of the invasion, you made your way mess hall in a desperate search to consume any food you could get your hands on. Walking in, Toph perked up at feeling your presence when entering the room. Considering you were always busy when working on something and she was not too chatty, you got along well with minimal conversations and comfortable silence.
You grab a bowl, filling it to the brim with fresh soup and sat at their table across from her. Feeling content as you feel the soups warm and wholesome scent fill your senses, you glance around to see who else is sitting at the table. Eyes zeroing in on Sokka’s frame at the other end of the table, your breath instantly hitches. Suddenly your face feels as warm as your soup, and you want to kick yourself for letting yourself be so affected just by your incredibly short glance at him. Shifting your focus back to your soup you make the painfully obvious decision to focus all of your attention towards it, only listening to their interactions around you. You reminded yourself that you didn’t truly know him, only what everyone else has told you. You knew better than to let yourself become a total fool for the Watertribe boy without having any proper interactions with him. Hence, you’d be lying if you said you weren’t at the edge of your seat in anticipation to see Sokka joke around and tell stories with your friends. After all, that is what you were told about from the moment you met his father.
Strumming my pain with his fingers (one time, one time)
Singing my life with his words (two times, two times)
Killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly with his song
Telling my whole life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
The excitement quickly dissipated when he began to dive into this evenings’ jokes and anecdotes.
“Guys! You wouldn’t believe it!! I was exploring the ship after training today, and I found all of these Fire Nation scrolls about their art and folktales in one of the rooms, and let me tell you, it’s a load of shit!”
As everyone laughed, you momentarily stopped breathing. Your entire being began to fold into itself, terrified at the prospect of him taking all of the things you favoured about your childhood and rip them to pieces.
Katara attempted to see the light in his statement. “Come on Sokka it can’t be that bad! I mean even the Watertribe has some questionable stories, I remember even the one Gran Gran told was a bit-“
“No, Katara! This is by far soooo much suckier than those stories. Okay, so there’s this one about dragons right? What happens is that there’s this Dragon Emperor who becomes bound to a mortal’s body by a Dark Water Spirit. So obviously! I was expecting this super cool battle or revenge plot, but in the end, they turned it into this lame love story where the Dragon Emperor falls in love with a mortal who turns out to be the Dragon Empress!”
“Aw I think that’s sweet! I mean surely there would have been a battle with the Dark Water Spirit so it wouldn’t have been a total loss?”
“Ugh, Katara! You don’t get it! It's just… sooooo oogie! They shouldn’t have done that. It should have been a story about battle, and warriors! I mean come on, that’s all the Fire Nation is good for right? Destruction and battle. So why did they have to ruin that story like that with all of that lovey stuff?! It just seems like nothing good can ever come out of the Fire Nation.”
Taking another mouthful of the soup, you kept your face downward as everyone laughed at Sokka’s exclamation of hatred for the nation you grew up in. No one knew where you grew up there except Hakoda, and you liked it that way. In complete fairness to you, it wasn’t your entire identity since your mother was from the Earth Kingdom, and you only spent the first seven years of your life there. But that didn’t mean it hurt any less when he tore apart the only things you dearly loved as a child.
Toph sensing your discomfort as you didn’t join in their amusement, she swiftly diverted the conversation into a new direction. While you were grateful, the thought of being in his presence any longer made you want to cry. It clearly didn’t work either as he continued to joke around about the food and other small things he picked up about the nation throughout their journey. Silently finishing up, you didn’t say a word or even give a half-hearted smile as they all laughed. Placing your bowl in the sink, you headed straight to your room.
The actions made everyone at the table confused, yet no one spoke out about it. Afterall, no one really knew you personally, nor did they understand what caused you to cut your interaction with them so short. Sokka himself became particularly curious. Afterall just like you, he heard many great things about you from his father, admiring your kindness and work ethic from afar. So, to say he wasn’t hurt that you chose not to stay longer or even crack a genuine smile, would be a lie.
Making it to your room, you took out any piece of paper or a scroll you used for your plans and began to pour out your pain onto to pages until you passed out from exhaustion. Not caring what contents were on the other side, you allowed yourself to be unfiltered.
You knew Sokka didn’t mean any harm; everyone laughed. He became the light you oh so desired to witness for yourself. Deep down, you knew you would have laughed too if it weren’t for the fact that he took the few happy memories you had with your father and set it on fire. A fire that produced the light you wished to see… but it seemed it wasn’t in the right way you hoped for.
I felt all flushed with fever, embarrassed by the crowd
I felt he'd found my letters and read each one out loud
I prayed that he would finish, but he just kept right on
You sighed as you finally finished fixing the pipes in the lower decks of the ship, once again tired and done with today’s work, you went to the mess hall for a late dinner.
“Hey Hakoda, I finished the plumbing problem so no one on the second floor should have any troubles now.”
“Thanks, y/n! You really are such a valuable person in this team. You’re always making sure everything is up and running.”
“Of course! What would you do without me? After all, let’s not forget how I spend my free time with your invasion plans.” You joked.
Turning your back to him to scoop some food onto your plate, he spoke up from behind you. “Oh right! That reminds me, I mentioned your ideas to Sokka earlier, and he seemed to really like them! But Sokka being Sokka, he got so excited over them and asked so many questions I didn’t even know how to respond. Anyway, I just wanted to let you know he’s probably at your desk analysing all of your scrolls right now. That kid never seems to be able to contain his excitement.”
“Yeah, that’s oka-“abruptly, you dropped your plate as your brain processed the information. If he was looking at your plans, then that meant……
Not even giving the Watertribe chief another glace or end to your response, you ran. Taking the fastest route to your room, everything in your mind and your surroundings became blurred, and you became hyper-focused on the fact that Sokka probably found what you wrote about him. Desperately trying not to cry as you bumped into people in the hallways, you couldn’t think of anything worse to happen in this very moment. The very idea of him knowing how you felt about him as well as how his words affected you made you want to scream. Maybe if you got there in time, he wouldn’t have read enough to understand your feelings fully. But when you bust through your door, it was too late. Sokka stood near your desk, with all the scrolls you ever wrote on scattered around the room. Some lay on your bed, the floor, across the desk, and even one in his hands.
“M- my dad said that you had a lot of perfect ideas for the invasion. B- but I- I found… I never thought…” His eyes never met yours as he continued to read the current scroll in his hands.
You slowly approached him, not caring as you walked over every word you wrote on the floor. “Sokka…” You silently begged him to stop reading, unsure of its contents.
He kept reading clearly in shock at the words before him, “why didn’t you s-say something?”
You sighed, somewhat unsure of how to approach the situation. “It’s not my place –“
He threw the scroll to the ground, finally looking up at you with bloodshot eyes as tears streamed down his face. “WHAT DO YOU MEAN IT’S NOT YOUR PLACE Y/N! It is your place! You had… no, you HAVE every right to say something! You sat there that night as I picked away at every single thing you ever loved, and you didn’t say a thing! Why would you let me do that to you!” Sobs wracked his body, falling to his knees in front of you. Torn apart on the inside about how much he hurt you. He never wanted this to happen, not just because of his small crush on you- that didn’t matter at this very moment. The very idea that he hurt someone who was so kind and selfless as a person, ruined him.
Beginning to feel immensely guilty for his current state, you knelt down to his level. Placing your hands to his wrists, you gently moved his hands away from his face. “Sokka… hey, Sokka look at me…”
As he looked at you, you struggled to keep your composure as tears began to fill your own eyes.
“It’s okay. What you said hurt, I don’t need to explain that for you to know it. Even though it felt like a small dig into who I am as a person and what I grew up to love, it’s true. What the Fire Nation did, what they are doing is awful, but I can’t speak up to defend them. I am in many ways apart of them. I grew up there, I celebrated their holidays, cooked and ate their food, and read their folktales. As much as I hate what the words ‘Fire Nation’ symbolises to the rest of the world, to you, it’s a part of who I am. No one can take that away from me, not even myself. Despite how much it hurt me, I can’t get mad at you or anyone because your feelings, and everything you said, is valid.” Moving his arms out of your grasp, he wrapped himself around you, holding you close to his chest.
“I’m so sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. You didn’t deserve to hear that, you’re amazing y/n. You deserve to be treated with the kindness and love you give to everyone on this ship. I’m sorry. I was wrong. I’m going to be better, I promise. I promise.” Overcome with emotion, the tears you tried so hard to hold back burst at his words.
Strumming my pain with his fingers (one time, one time)
Singing my life with his words (two times, two times)
Killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly with his song
Telling my whole life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
Neither you nor Sokka bothered to move from your intertwined embrace on the floor of your room. You were both a sobbing, crying mess. The pain from both of you suffocated the air around you as you cling onto one another for forgiveness.
Forgiveness for being from the very place that caused him so much pain.
Forgiveness for being unable to embrace so much of who you are.
The pain was unrelenting as he weaved his fingers through your hair, shifting so your noses’ and foreheads against one another as he whispered words begging for forgiveness. Wishing, praying, to the Spirits he could take it all away. Sokka’s heart burns from the raging pain that has awoken inside of him. He doesn’t stop running his fingers through your hair almost as if he can stroke away the broken pieces inside of you, looking for new ones underneath so he can start again. Because despite his resentment for where you came from, he knows that to him, you are like a divine angel. You both have your own complex and conflicting backgrounds of life, but he has a desperate desire to care for you in a way he will never be able to explain.
You wanted to lie to him. Say it didn’t hurt, say you could forget. You could do it easily, but you wouldn’t. Knowing you both suffered enough, you didn’t want to do something that could potentially cause each other more pain. This was enough. As you both continued to cry, holding one another with his hands still in your hair, you leant back slightly, bringing a shaky, tender hand to his cheek.
Looking up into his eyes, it’s awfully evident how much pain swims in his beautiful shades of blue. Yet, there seems to be an unspoken understanding as you see a small glimmer behind all the tears. The light you have been yearning for. He sees it in your eyes too. Neither of you can change or take back what’s already been said, but in this very moment there’s hope. You know you can move forward and heal together.
“We’re going to be okay.”
A/N: hi friends!! I hope you liked this one 😊
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Could u pls write headcanons/a fanfic about RFA+(V & Saeran if u want to) getting MC pregnant but MC tries to hide her pregnancy (for any reason) and around 3 months later when her stomach starts to grow RFA find her pregnancy test hidden away somewhere and confront her about it. I know u already wrote a headcanon about their kids but I just love any sort of headcanon/fanfic about baby’s and pregnancy’s yknow. Btw I love your requests broski. Your a good writer. Sorry if my English not good lol
sure thing, thank you for requesting and thank you for the compliments! don’t worry your english is perfect!
so i wrote this literally months ago and forgot it was in my drafts, i’m sorry it’s taken so long to get up!! i rly enjoyed proofreading this bc i’m studying developmental psyc at uni right now and it’s lowkey giving me mad baby fever lmao
(leaving out jaehee for this one bc she ain’t out here getting anyone pregnant, like even if she had a penis she’d be too responsible for that to happen unless it was planned anyway let’s b real. also i varied the way the boys found out a bit as well just so things don’t get too repetitive, hope that’s okay!)
Yoosung:
The thing you have to know about Yoosung is that he is very small and has no money, so you can only imagine the stress he’s under~
Jokes aside, when you realise you’re pregnant, your first reaction is panic.
You and your boyfriend are both so young–you’re not even old enough to have graduated college yet, how are you going to take care of a child?
It takes you a solid month or two just to come to terms with the pregnancy yourself.
When you finally think you’re feeling brave enough to bring it up to him, the thought of what his family might think acts as another hindrance–he seemed to have a perfect family, and Yoosung himself had admitted they were somewhat conservative… how would they react to your situation?
While you’re busy still coming to terms with it, however, Yoosung accidentally stumbles upon the pregnancy test you had so cleverly hidden in the bathroom cabinet.
You’d slipped it into a box of toiletries, snugly hidden between the myriad of tampons and pads that it held. When Yoosung accidentally knocked it from the cabinet, he scrambled to tidy up, cheeks flushed with embarrassment as he tucked away the sanitary products.
He froze when he saw the test, mind whirring as he struggled to explain away the white stick in his hand.
There was no explaining away those two pink lines, however, and so that night, he dared to broach the subject with you.
He fiddled nervously with his hands as he sat on your shared bed, eyes looking everywhere except your face when you entered the room.
“Yoosung… is everything okay?”
A shaky breath. “MC… are you… you’d tell me if something big happened, right? Like… like if you got pregnant or something?”
The guilt-ridden look on your face was all the answer he needed.
Your eyes welled up, and Yoosung’s arms were instantly around you, pulling you against him as he squeezed you tight despite his own shock.
“MC, why wouldn’t you tell me? How long?” His words were soft; gentle whispers into your ear as his fingers combed through your hair.
When you explained your worries, Yoosung’s heart instantly melted, and he felt guilty that he’d never realised what you’d been going through the past few months.
“Don’t worry about my family, MC– don’t worry about anything at all. I love you, and I love this baby, and we’re going to be so happy, okay? I’m right here, cutie, I’m right here…”
And though your face was buried in his shirt, Yoosung could still feel your smile.
Zen:
We all know that Zen is super-focussed on his career, and in turn, works long hours with early starts and late finishes.
His busy schedule and blooming career is the first thing to cross your mind as you stare at the two glaring pink lines on your pregnancy test.
How were you going to tell him? How would he react? His career was just beginning to take off… what if he didn’t want children so soon?
How were you supposed to deal with that..?
And so, spiralling into uncertainty, you decide to put off telling him for as long as possible; to enjoy your relationship for what it was now, in case it all fell apart.
As a result of Zen’s schedule, it’s not too gruelling to hide your pregnancy from your boyfriend.
You usually wake up to brutal morning sickness hours after he’s already left for work, and your fluctuating hormones generally only make their presence known while you’re on your own.
Regardless, Zen is extremely observant, especially when it comes to his jagiya.
He idly notices that you’ve gained weight, but he’d never bring it up; he honestly doesn’t care, so long as you’re healthy, which you certainly seem to be with how radiant you’ve been the past couple of months.
He does, however, notice that you’re keeping something from him. As to what, he’s not sure.
Zen trusts you wholly and completely, so it doesn’t even cross his mind that you could be hiding anything too big from him (at least, at first).
He figures that maybe you’re just planning a surprise for him, as he’s done a number of times for you in the past few years that the two of you have been dating.
When he comes back early one evening to see that you’re not at home, he sets about making dinner for the two of you and decides to get a head start on the chores.
He knows that he’s slacked off on his household duties lately, and the least he can do is pick up a few now that he has some time at home so that you don’t have to worry about them later.
While your favourite meal is warming on the stove, Zen strips the bed of sheets and gathers your dirty laundry into the hamper.
When he returns with a load of freshly dried clothes, he begins to pack them away. As he folds your underwear and tucks them into the drawer, he notices what seems to be a piece of paper peeking out from beneath the neatly folded fabric.
Confused, he pulls it out, his breath catching as he sees the ultrasound.
He reads your name and the date over and over, unable to even comprehend that you could keep something like this from him.
He’s crushed that you hadn’t told him, and immediately falls into denial.
This has to be a prank, right? MC would never keep something like this from me…
He’s still frozen, sonogram clutched in hand, when you arrive home.
Zen looks up at you, eyes pleading and face soft with vulnerability as he wordlessly begs an explanation.
“…MC?”
His voice is so quiet and broken that it kills you.
You gently explain that it’s real; that this isn’t a tasteless prank but, in fact, reality. Zen takes a deep breath to steel himself.
“Why wouldn’t you tell me? Don’t you think I’d want to be there, especially for this?” he demands, voice ringing with pain and rising in anger as he holds up the sonogram still crinkled in his fist.
It takes a bit of explaining on your part, but Zen’s hot temper gets the best of him as he shakes his head and turns away from you. Tears prick your eyes.
“Don’t you see, Zen? This is what I was afraid of!” Your voice cracks, and Zen spares a glance back at you, immediately softening as he sees your glistening eyes and the tears beginning to stain your cheeks.
“MC… I love you. I love this baby. I’d never leave, you know that, don’t you, jagi?” His voice is hushed, his heart breaking as he leans in to brush a tear from your face with his thumb.
“You can’t keep things like this from me, princess… not something this big. If you’re worried, talk to me, okay? I’m in this with you. Forever, remember?”
His arms fall around your shoulders as he crushes you to his chest, before pulling away in panic.
“Crap! Was that too tight? Did I hurt the baby?!”
You laugh, and the sound is music to Zen’s ears as you drag him in for another hug.
Jumin:
When you wake up to a sudden wave of nausea, Jumin’s first reaction is concern.
“O-oh, it’s nothing, it must just be something I ate…”
“I see. I must speak with the chef who cooked for us last night, this is a disgusting oversight on his par-”
No Jumin don’t fire the chef ohmygod
You barely manage to calm Jumin down before you’re huddled over the toilet once more, and he lets all remaining traces of fury evaporate as he focusses on holding back your hair and rubbing your back soothingly.
All the while, your mind can’t help but dart back to the pregnancy test that you’d hidden at the bottom of the wastebasket.
You knew you couldn’t keep this a secret from your husband forever; and in your head, you knew that everything would work out just fine. It wasn’t like you couldn’t afford a child, you had more than enough money to provide for them, it was just…
The two of you hadn’t been together for that long; not really. And although that didn’t diminish your love for one another, it didn’t change the fact that Jumin was still just getting used to being emotionally vulnerable and opening himself up to other people.
Would children be too much, too quickly?
He’d never even expressed interest in having children before; he was far too occupied with you and your relationship, enjoying the joys of the present and letting the future bring what it may.
And although you manage to hide your continual morning sickness from him for a little while, you know that as soon as you start to show, you won’t be able to put it off any longer.
When you wake up feeling nauseous yet again, Jumin declares it the final straw.
“MC, you’re clearly ill. I’m phoning a doctor,” he says, voice stern and leaving no room for disagreement. “I should let Assistant Kang know that I won’t be in for work today…”
Your weak protests fall on deaf ears, and barely half an hour later, Jumin is opening the door…
You didn’t realise that “phoning a doctor” entailed bringing in a whole team of specialists in various medical fields.
They check your vitals, and when you hear them begin to murmur about blood tests, you break.
“Jumin, this isn’t necessary!”
“What? Of course it is–they can help, MC. There’s clearly something wrong-”
“Jumin, I’m pregnant!” you snap, the words falling from your lips before you can register their utterance. Jumin’s eyes widen, and he clears his throat as deafening silence falls over the room.
“Excuse us,” he manages, and the team of specialists quickly and awkwardly take their leave.
Honestly, he’s lowkey offended that you kept it from him.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” His voice is stiff and cold, and your heart sinks as you feebly attempt to explain.
“Do you honestly think so low of me? Do you truly not trust me, after everything that we’ve been through?” he asks, voice hard.
That’s when you start to cry.
Damn hormones!
Jumin immediately softens, pulling you into his arms.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry… you’re right. I do trust you, I swear, I was just… I was scared,” you finally managed, voice thick with tears.
And though it takes a little while, Jumin understands. And once the shock has faded, the small smile that tugs up the corner of his lips betrays the excitement that your news has brought him.
“We’ll have to start thinking of names, hmm?”
Seven:
You could hardly call the life that Seven led “safe.”
The risks that come with his job hardly provide an environment fit to raise a child, a thought that instantly flashed through your mind the instant you saw the two lines on the pregnancy test.
You swallow hard, hands shaking as you move to rest a hand over your stomach. If you had to guess, you’d wager that you were at least eight weeks along…
God, had Seven ever mentioned even wanting kids before?
But despite your worries, you couldn’t help but feel a flicker of delight at the idea of raising children with the man you loved so dearly.
Still, that didn’t mean you knew how to tell him.
Luckily, you had time. Seven had been sent on a mission for the agency only that morning, and he wouldn’t be back for at least a month.
Although the news had been initially devastating, you were half-beginning to consider it somewhat of a blessing in disguise… at least you could figure out how to break it to him now, right? It wasn’t like you could break news like that over the phone, after all.
When Seven does finally arrive home, he wastes no time in sweeping you into his arms and planting tiny kisses all across your cheeks, your nose, your forehead, drinking in your warmth and softness and desperately attempting to atone for all the time with you that he had missed.
After finally pulling away, Seven easily notices that you’ve gained weight–of course, he’d never mention it; you were always beautiful to him.
Regardless, he can’t help but observe that you really do seem to be glowing.
Saeyoung knows you well enough to easily realise that you’re keeping something from him. He sees the nervous twitch of your fingers, the tightness of your smile…
And so, when the two of you cuddle up on the couch later that evening, Seven pressing kisses to your hair and clinging to you like a baby koala, he finally brings it up.
“Sooo… what aren’t you telling me, MC?” he asks, playfully poking your side despite the worry that claws at his chest.
What if they want to break up? Oh god, what if-
He finds himself so lost in his own concerns that when the words finally fall from your lips, it takes him a moment to process them.
“W-what?”
“I’m… I’m pregnant, Sae.”
You hold your breath, and only release it when you see the huge smile stretch over his face, brighter than the sun and just as warm.
And just like that, you know that everything is going to be just fine.
“If it’s a girl, can we name her Elizabeth?” “Seven nO-”
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#mystic messenger#mm#jumin han#saeyoung choi#707#hyun ryu#zen#yoosung kim#mm jumin#mm saeyoung#mm zen#mm yoosung#mysme#mysme zen#mysme jumin#mysme seven#saeyoung choi x reader#mm headcanons#hyun ryu x reader
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Writing tag!
Thanks for the tag @sebchalex ! It was a lot of fun to read your answers and to think about what my own would be, as well 🥰
I’ll admit this took me a while and I haven’t kept up on who already got tagged and did this... so I’m tagging @badboy-george, @scharletred and @whitewolfcraft and if any of y’all already did this just let me know and I’ll go stalk some blogs to read the answers sljsd
Answer these questions while being as honest as possible, you can skip a question if it’s really too hard for you to answer, then tag three people to answer this list as well! :)
Which of your fics you wish had more kudos/comments/bookmarks?
Honestly I’d wish for both of my really experimental fics to have more of those although I really have nothing to complain about, especially when it comes to comments on Barbie!fic (aka Found My Role In a Tragedy). I knew that one and Experiment!Charles (aka I’m Just A Parlor Trick, A Two-Bit Counterfeit) would be a shot in the dark to begin with but I worked really hard to make them make sense without too much exposition so yeah, more is always welcome sljsdg
Which of your fics do you feel is overrated?
Oh man I feel so bad because it’s also one of my better received fics but kind of You Can Devastate My Personal Space (I Never Liked It Anyway)? But I think it’s mainly just me working on that fic until it made absolutely no sense anymore and not really having anyone to beta yet at that time. It originally started out with sebchal playing truth or dare instead of just talking because I wrote it during NaNo last year and I needed to keep it going to Get Those Words. It sure kept the fic going, but I didn’t feel like it fit the characters in that specific situation, so I rewrote it and rewrote it again and tried to make it work without and I can still point out the bits where I couldn’t quite get the flow going like I wanted to.
What is the fic that took you the most time to write?
Definitely, absolutely, no fucking doubt about it, exchange!fic (aka Wish I Could Keep You In Amber). It’s the longest thing I’ve written in over a decade, I actually sort of planned out the plot for it instead of just going with the flow, I edited it until my fingers bled and those fucking graphics inside the fic almost killed me for real. They legit took me a full day all together, if not more. I am absolutely awful with graphic design so getting every newspaper headline right and somehow adding them to the fic in AO3 felt like Sisyphus with his boulder. Even the “breaking news” and texts took me longer than I’d like to admit, lol. Still very proud of how it turned out, though, it was pretty much exactly what I envisioned.
What do you think is the best fic you ever wrote (until today)?
Oh god. Look I honestly probably peaked with exchange!fic. All downhill from here slkjsg But I’m also still trying to top my very first sebchal fic (Strung Out Like Laundry on Every Line) because it just feels like that’s the only time I really got them down without overthinking it. In general, I’m also still very fond of the Hanahaki fic I did in Waterparks fandom (aka There’s Nothing In My System (So I’m Feeling What I Feel For You))
What do you think is the worst fic you ever wrote (until today)?
Oh boy, uh probably most of the things on my FF.net account skljsg I know they were very necessary as a sort of starting point, can’t get better if you don’t practice, but I read some of them again a while back and woof. Rough spot. Anyway I’m not looking up titles but pretty much everything kinky I did back there qualifies for this because I had no clue what I was writing about. Consent is sexy, y’all. Knowing what you’re consenting to is sexy as well.
What is the saddest thing that happened to you related to a fic (may it be success, a draft that erased itself and so on…)?
The graveyard of unfinished fics qualifies, I think slkjsg No but for real, I wrote this multi-chaptered fic when I was like... 15, I think? I was really proud of it and my fandom friends at the time liked it, encouraged me to finish it, make a sequel, I was on top of the world. Until I put it up on FF.net and it got absolutely flamed to shit. I still finished it, but that really sucked, ngl. In hindsight I sort of understand why but the dead dove: do not eat tag was not quite in use yet afaik xD
What is/are the comment(s) you received that you can never forget even now (negative and positive)?
The comments on the aforementioned fic have obviously left their mark sljdsg I always love getting comments that mention specific details as well, whether it’s a scene or a quote or just a detail in general, because it obviously resonated enough then for someone to want to tell me! And the incoherent comments are very much beloved too <3
A fic you’d dream to write even if you know it wouldn’t get much readers/feedback?
Not necessarily because it wouldn’t get much readers/feedback but I’d love to write a Vans Warped Tour sebchal!au because that festival just has so many interesting vibes and dynamics. I spent so much time in bandom and Warped was always a thankful setting for many canon-adjacent works. I’m just not very good at coming up with a plot and a different universe at the same time so hopefully one day inspiration strikes for both simultaneously
Coming back to the last question, did the fact that a fic wouldn’t get many readers (rare ship/different dynamic and so on) already stop you from writing it?
Not really? I write for myself first and foremost because I just like doing it, so it doesn’t really matter too much to me if it gets read in the end. Hell, I did a fic for Breathe Carolina and there’s still barely any fics or interest in that fandom slksjgl There’s also so many fics on my laptop now that I wrote just for me or to share with one other person.
Although I will admit, I do sometimes add in a little sex just to bump up the rating because I know E gets read more often than T or M, but we’ll keep that our little secret ;)
Which of your fics represent you the best?
Oh god this is such a hard one somehow? Honestly it’s probably exchange!fic because I just poured my heart and soul into that. I like adding humorous bits anywhere, I like writing about failboating and miscommunications, my brain works with visuals a lot when it comes to starting fics so it’s kinda nice to have that represented in a fic, too. I just tried to have fun with it and make the prompt(s) my own and idk I really felt like I got to put pretty much everything I like about writing in there.
What is your main source of ideas?
Song lyrics, most of the time! I will usually snag a lyric from said song to use as the title. Canon happenings as well, sometimes, and lots of shouting and headcanoning with @leqclerc too, these days <3
Is there an author that inspired you?
I mean no shade towards any fanfic authors because y’all are beloved and precious to me, but I’ll admit that most of my author inspirations are not from the fanfic-side 🙈 Terry Pratchett and Diane Duane have been big inspirations to me for most of my life tbh, and the way Marian Keyes does humor in her novels and personal stories is something I have been trying to emulate since I started writing. Maybe I should reread some of her work soon and see how far I’ve come...
Is there a fic you wish people to read, because it left a big impression on you?
This one isn’t even sebchal and I don’t give a rat’s ass but absolutely everyone should read it’s simple and it’s plain by mierla because it’s excellent, I have been watching the entire 2021 season through this lens since I read this fic and it showcases perfectly that you don’t need to have a ship in a fic to make it absolutely amazing. The idea is so fascinating too and so well thought out, even if it’s never described in detail, ugh this fic is everything.
What is your favourite topic to read? And to write?
I love me some good failboats in love in pretty much every genre and fandom skljsdg whether I read or write it, doesn’t matter, as long as someone’s being an idiot I’m happy. I also like a lot of kink (sorry mom!) and once again, if someone’s getting tied up I’m easily satisfied. In other fandoms I like high school/college!AUs as well but somehow in F1 that doesn’t quite scratch the itch.
What motivated you to make your works public?
This will sound hella pretentious skljdsg but I always kind of reason that if I like a certain idea or a certain fic I’ve written, there’ll probably be others who will like it as well so I might as well toss it out there? It’s always nice when it gets a good reception of course but even if it doesn’t I’d still make my finished fics public, to add my own two cents to the fandom and just in case anyone else likes those two cents.
A word you’d like to say to people who pass by / who follow you / who read your fics?
Thanks so much for checking out my stuff and enabling me to put sebchal in so many different situations! I appreciate everyone who’s ever checked out my Tumblr and/or fics, left kudos, comments or talked to me 🥰 I promise there’s way more on the way, even if things seem a little slow now, I’m working on so many things for NaNo that I will release into the void as soon as I can! <3
#tag game#fic stuff#I am legit not lying when I say this took me a full week of intermittently writing down answers#never meant for it to take this long but I'm fully blaming NaNo because I can#yes I added this to my word count because I might as well at this point#anyway this was really fun to do so thank you again sebchalex 🥰#meo shouting into the void#notf1
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