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holdingforgeneralhugs · 3 years

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Hey Emma❤️ me again! You know how much I love your fic, so I was wondering if I can request the prompt "you really think I'm beautiful?" with Lieb? Thank you so much❤️

Since You Asked So Nicely

Lieb offers to give you a haircut. Unintentional admissions and confused feelings ensue.

A/N: Francy my dearest you have no idea how excited I was about this in my inbox because you know how much I loooveeee my baby Lieb. And I can confirm that after writing this I am impossibly even more in love with him. Hope you enjoy it and my ask box is open for requests if anyone wants to send any in!

"Will ya just sit down for a haircut? Ya look like a rat died on your head or somethin'."

You rolled your eyes and punched him in the arm, but you agreed you did really need a proper haircut and well, since he was offering how could you refuse. You sat down in front of him with a sigh, watching as he propped a mirror up in front of you and fished a scissors and a comb from his pocket.

"Where the hell did you find a mirror in this place?" You asked, eyebrow raised in curiosity.

"I'll have you know I'm quite resourceful when I need to be," he proclaimed smugly as he started running the comb through your hair. Your hair had gotten awfully knotty, and you winced everytime he caught a knot on the comb.

"Yeah, a real professional aren't ya? Ow jeez, you tryna pull my scalp off back there or what?" You screeched when he pulled particularly hard on a large knot and glared at him in the mirror. He rolled his eyes and continued combing, tutting everytime you winced. Eventually he got all of the knots out, and though you hated to admit it, it was quite relaxing when he ran the comb through your tangle-free hair a few times. Without saying a word he swapped the comb for a scissors and started cutting.

"Ain't you gonna ask me how much I want cut off?" You asked incredulously. He paused just before the next cut and met your eyes in the mirror.

"I'll cut it like it used to be back in Toccoa. Trust me, that's what you want." Without waiting for a response he returned to his work and chopped off the next bit. You didn't say anything for awhile, not wanting to distract him in case he accidentally scalped you. You wondered why he was so insistent on cutting it up like you used to have it way back then. Sure, you'd loved it that way, you were just surprised he had taken notice of it considering he'd spent most of his time back then picking on you.

"So," you started, picking at your nails distractedly, "you wouldn't happen to know anything about Luz's missing Hershey bars would you?"

"Don't know what you're talking about," he responded, not missing a beat, but the mischievous twinkle in his eye and the smirk on his lips gave the game away.

"Oh I see," you teased, "so if I casually decided to look under your mattress I wouldn't find a stash of chocolate under it?"

"Listen Twiggy, all you'll find under my mattress is mothballs."

You huffed at the nickname, and if he hadn't been in the middle of cutting your hair you would have smacked him in the arm. He'd insisted on calling you Twiggy ever since Toccoa. You'd proven time and time again that you weren't weak and you wouldn't snap under the pressure, but he'd still stuck with the stupid nickname because he knew it got on your nerves.

Finally he dropped the scissors and ran the comb through your hair once more. He looked at you in the mirror then, and your eyebrows furrowed at the sudden shift in his expression. He had this weird, faraway look on his face, like as if he'd been dazed. Before you could question him he ran his fingers through your hair, his nails scraping against your scalp and making you shiver slightly.

"There," he said distractedly, his voice soft and fond, "back to your old, beautiful self."

You froze, and you felt him stiffen behind you, his eyes widening slightly. He wouldn't meet your eyes in the mirror. In fact, he looked like a cornered animal. He must be joking though. There is no way in hell he actually meant that. You felt your throat dry up, and you had to swallow roughly before you tried to speak.

"Hell Lieb, you ain't that good with a scissors, don't get ahead of yourself."

You regretted saying that the second you saw his face close off and his eyes harden. He looked away and his jaw stiffened, his defences coming back up with a vengeance against his moment of vulnerability. Your breath hitched. He looked hurt.

"Yeah, whatever," he snapped, pocketing his stuff and stepping back, "don't bother coming to me next time you look like you've been mauled by a rat." He stormed off without another word and you were left staring after him.

You were unsure what to make of the whole thing. You hadn't started off on the best footing with each other. In fact, you'd spent most of your time before D-Day going out of your way to pick fights with each other. You didn't know what it was, but something about him just got under your skin. It was only once you'd gotten through Caranten that you'd started to mellow towards each other and become friends. You still picked on each other, but it was all in good nature from then on, and you never tried to hurt each other.

But he had been hurt. You could tell immediately by how his face had stiffened up that you'd hurt him, even though you hadn't meant to. You'd thought he was joking like he always did, because how could he be serious? Your heart started to race at the thought and you did your best to ignore it, like you often did. You absolutely refused to admit to yourself that you had any sort of interest in Lieb besides being friends. Even the thought of it was completely ridiculous, laughable even when you thought about it. He'd probably been hurt that you'd mocked his skill. He should have known you were just kidding around though, but he was your friend and you had to go and apologise all the same.

You wandered around the building in search of him. Eventually you found him on his own, sitting on his bunk and munching on a Hershey bar. He hadn't seen you, and you hesitated for a moment before going in. He seemed tense, his eyebrows furrowed as he stared off into the wall opposite him.

"I knew you nicked those Hershey bars," you said lightly as you walked into the room and hopped up beside him on the bunk. He paused eating his bar for a second, but he still refused to look over at you. Great, he was going to make this hard in you.

"Look Lieb," you started, coughing awkwardly, "I'm sorry for what I said back there. You're damn good with a scissors, I was just kidding around."

"Don't sweat Y/N, it doesn't matter. I ain't mad," he said, bobbing his head and fiddling with the chocolate wrapper on his lap. You'd thought that would be the end of it and you could both go back to normal, but you could tell there was still some awkwardness lingering between the two of you. You thought maybe you should go and leave him alone for awhile. You weren't sure what to say, so you hopped off the bunk and made for the door.

You paused at the door to glance back at him, and found him looking back at you, that soft look on his face again, that same one he'd had when he'd looked at you in the mirror. His eyebrows were furrowed and his eyes had an almost sad look in them. He looked down quickly when you turned around, and you couldn't ignore the weird feeling you got in your gut then. Something still wasn't right. You stepped back over to his bunk and leaned your elbows on it. You weren't sure what possessed you to ask, but you had to know.

"Do you really think I'm beautiful?" You asked quietly. You felt his legs tense on the bed beside you, but he lifted his chin defiantly.

"Yeah, what of it?" He snapped defensively, "It was just a passing comment no need to make a big deal out of it."

You were frozen still with surprise. You hadn't expected him to admit it because you honestly hadn't thought he was being serious. But he was. He was glaring at you defiantly but under all that bravado you could see a vulnerability peaking through. Your heart was hammering in your chest and your head was spinning.

"But," you started incredulously, "you call me Twiggy. You told me I made Perco look like a pro wrestler. You told me I was so scrawny that Curahee the puppy could knock me down with one paw. How am I supposed to believe that you think I'm beautiful then huh?"

Lieb had scoffed and jumped down from the bunk as you continued on your rant, and now he was standing right in front of you.

"Dammit Y/N," he sighed, "all those things, they're just teasin', like pullin' pigtails on the playground ya'know?" He ran a hand over the back of his neck before continuing. "And anyway, all of those things were just cause you were scrawny, I never said anythin' bout your looks."

You looked up at him blankly, completely dumbstruck. "So," you mumbled, "you do think I'm beautiful then?"

"Jeez Y/N, you really wanna push my buttons don't you?" He groaned. He placed his hands on your shoulders and leaned down so you were at eyelevel. "Fine, yes Y/N I think you're a looker. The best damn looker there is. Ya happy now?"

You didn't know what to say, it was all a complete overload. His face was so close to yours you could feel his breath tickling your cheeks. His dark eyes bore into yours intely and you felt like you were drowning in them. You were certain he could hear your heart hammering in your chest.

"Well, say something dammit. Does now really have to be the first time in your life you've got nothing smart to say," he mumbled, eyes flickering over your face anxiously.

"I just...," you stuttered, "I never thought you'd ever actually....ya'know..."

He didn't let you finish. He grabbed your chin gently between his thumb and forefinger and kissed you. It was tentative at first, but when you fisted your hand in his shirt he grew more enthusiastic, his tongue flicking out to tease your lips open. You tilted your head and leaned in further, using your fisted hands on his shirt to pull him impossibly closer. Eventually you had to pull back for air, noses brushing as you breathed harshly.

"Why didn't you ever say anything?" You asked quietly. He bit his lip and groaned, shaking his head and huffing out a laugh.

"I'm gonna be honest, I thought you had a thing for Luz so I obviously wasn't gonna say anythin' was I? Didn't wanna look like a damn fool."

You snorted at that, before bursting out into full blown laughter. You noticed his cheeks went a little red, which only made you laugh harder.

"Aw shuddup, will ya? It ain't that funny," He huffed, resting his hands on your waist and squeezing gently. You eventually managed to calm down your wheezing, though a few chuckles still bubbled up.

"Why don't you make me?" You smirked, looking up at him through your eyelashes, laughter still twinkling in your eyes.

He grinned, backing you up against the wall beside the door and leaning in, his lips barely brushing against yours.

"Well, since you asked so nicely."

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hyunsuks-beanie · 3 years

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Come With Me

Culinary major! Soobin x food vlogger! reader; just some teeth rotting fluff

Word Count: 3.35k words

Mellow speaks: So I finally completed this long overdue and super fun request!!! Honestly, writing this was just so amazing, and I kinda drew Y/N based on my own self, so I hope you enjoy reading it!!

Rushing into his apartment, Soobin didn't waste a single minute in discarding his bag on the floor, rushing towards his laptop and turning it on. As the screen booted, the final-year culinary major prayed to the gods for the livestream to not have started yet. The winner of the contest from last month was to be announced at the beginning of the stream, and even though Soobin didn't have any hopes of him winning, he couldn't help the tiny voice at the back of his head saying, "What if?."

He was pulled out of his thoughts when he heard a voice, sweet and velvety as always. There you were, on his screen, the biggest of smiles plastered on your face, making him feel warm all over. Y/N L/N, his favorite food vlogger in the world, ready to start another livestream. Soobin had always been more of a silent supporter, his introverted self being too shy to even post a comment under any of your videos, partly because you had a habit of replying to as many of those comments as possible, and he knew for a fact that he would combust on the spot if you were to ever reply to his praises of you.

You see, he greatly admired your love for food and your wanderlust. He was also a great fan of the way you spoke, and the way you articulated your ideas and thoughts. Truth be told, he genuinely liked you, and not just your voyager self. Watching your videos over the years, he had found himself developing a small crush on you, knowing full well that it was probably just him being starstruck. So, gathering all the bravery he had, the boy had finally pressed "Send" on the application form for the competition on the last day, after contemplating it for God knows how long.

There had been only one question on the form, asking respondents to describe what food meant to them. A smile had graced Soobin's lips as you answered it, pouring in his most sincere thoughts on everything culinary. What had pushed him to participate, you ask? It had been the prize, of course. A chance to hang out with none other than you yourself, through a one-on-one video call. He had always wanted to see you in person, to tell you how much your vlogs meant to him. How they had helped discover his own love for food, had helped him find his happiness in the kitchen.

And that had brought him to right now, biting on his fingernails as he listened to your regular introduction, one that he knew by heart and repeated after you, subconsciously. "Hey my food-holics! How are all of you doing today? Hale and hearty, I hope!," you said, following up quickly with a brief overview of the contest, before announcing the winner, as Soobin waited with bated breath. "All your answers were amazing, and I could relate to so many of them! It really sucks that we can only have one winner, since you're all winners to me!," you smiled, and he caught himself copying your expression. "So now, the winner of the contest, and the person who gets to be my new friend, is @aglio_olive!!," you exclaimed, clapping your hands as your eyes crinkled up in joy.

The fact that you had just announced him as the winner of registered belatedly, as Soobin was busy gushing over how adorable you had looked while clapping. He felt his mouth drop open, finding it hard to focus on what you said next. "I'll be contacting you via email shortly," you had said, and that was all it took for the rest of the livestream to go by in a blur for him, as he waited for your mail, checking and re-checking his inbox every two minutes. But it wasn't until the next day that he finally received what he had been peeling his eyes out for. An email from your official account (or that's what he figured), informing him that the meeting would take place on the coming Saturday, at 6:00 pm. Now all he had to do was wait three days, but it was easier said than done.

By the time Saturday rolled around, Soobin was equal parts bubbling with excitement and panicking with nerves. Reluctant to trust his own fashion choices, he had called over his best friend, Yeonjun, hoping to get some much needed guidance. "Should I wear this suit? Or will simple tracks be better?," he had asked, making the older boy shake his head as he patted him on the back. "My friend, Y/N's neither your professor, nor your friend. You're meeting them for the first time, so why don't you just wear something comfortable, that would make them feel at ease too?," he smirks, throwing a plain blue hoodie his way.

As the clock struck 6:00, Soobin found himself seated at his study table, ready to start the meeting. He had even prepared cue cards to help him if he got stuck, and they were propped conveniently next to the laptop. He reached out for them, but just at that moment, his screen came alive with someone waving at him with a smile on their face. Awestruck, he simply waved back, too tongue-tied to say anything. "Wow," he thought to himself, "They look so much better without makeup." A couple seconds later, a new kind of panic set in. "Am I staring too hard? Is it creepy? Should I look down? No but I need to keep eye contact!"

Little did he know, you were having similar, if not identical thoughts. "Wow, no one told me he was gonna be this cute. Blue suits him so well! I'm no staring, am I? Should I speak first? Or should I wait for him to say something?" This finally resulted in the both of you speaking at the same time, something you would later smile about. Because saying "How are you? I'm Soobin," and "I'm Y/N! How are you?," helped you crack into laughter, breaking the ice and easing the awkwardness. Once you had gotten past the niceties, it was time to get to know each other better. The cue cards lay unused, as Soobin just spoke about whatever came to mind, praising your vlogs and thanking you for teaching him more about cuisines. You, on the other hand, took the time to get to know him better, asking him questions about what it was like to study culinary science, something you had never gotten the chance to do.

The hour-long virtual meeting flew by in the blink of an eye, or so it seemed to the both of you. Talking to you, Soobin didn't once feel that you were a stranger or that he was just a fan. You seemed like a genuine and warm person to him that he couldn't help but admire you even more than he did before. To him, somewhere during the meeting, you stopped seeming like a famous vlogger anymore, and instead, all he saw you as was a friend. You, on the other hand, had made up your mind about him being the most interesting person you had ever met, and couldn't stop a sad sigh from escaping your lips as you looked at the time. "Well, Soobin. It's been a pleasure meeting you," you had said, making him smile wistfully.

The moment he had logged out of the meeting, he found himself missing you. He thought back on how nice you had been, smiling when he pictured your face, your hair slightly messy but not too unkempt, an oversized hoodie thrown over your body. To him, it had honestly felt like he was conversing with a friend, and he couldn't bring himself to let such an amazing person walk out of his life. So, without thinking, he began typing out an email to your account, his finger hovering just above the "Send" button. He stopped short though, realizing that your official account wasn't meant for personal mails, and realizing that he had no other means to contact you. Pouting, he fell face-first onto the bed, his energy going down all of a sudden.

He woke up to a "ping," indicating an email on his phone. Unlocking it, he noticed a mail from an account he had never contacted before. Clueless, he clicked on it, the phone nearly falling out of his hand as he read through it. It had been you, after all, reaching out to him through your personal account, and telling him that you had loved talking to him, and would like to be his friend. And thus began the most beautiful friendship either of you had ever forged, full of memories even though you hadn't met each other.

Late night video chats and good morning calls became a ritual, and Soobin found himself busily typing away on his phone every free second he got. You told him all about your escapades and trips, sending him photos and urging him to try cooking whatever you ate and whatever you liked. He, on the other hand, would teach you to cook, sending you tips and giving you suggestions on what to eat. Food was an intergalactic part of the relation you shared, but it was far from being the only thing.

When things got hard for him, you were there to push him towards his dream, reminding him day in and day out that he would have to give in his all to achieve it. "You'll be the greatest chef one day, Soob," you'd giggle, causing him to let out a whine as he said, "How would you know? You haven't even tasted my cooking yet!" He too, was there to provide you a taste of what it felt like to be grounded to one place, to have everything you wanted right next to you. He was there for you to cry to when someone posted a nasty comment under you video, and he was there to virtually feed you when you missed a home-cooked meal. Inside jokes became a thing, as did bitching about classmates and complaining about managers.

Over time, your friendship started blossoming into something more, as Soobin found himself catching feelings, real feelings, for you. The way you smiled, the way you would bite your nails just like him as you went through what people had to say about your videos, the way you cracked stupid jokes and laughed at them alone, he found himself loving them all. He had given his heart out to you, and he didn't want to take it back. You, meanwhile, had been a bit more careful of your feelings, wary of harboring any hopes for a long-distance relationship. But over time, you too, found yourself drowning into the oceans that were his eyes, watching the way his lips moved through the screen, imagining them on yours. Over time, you too, felt your feelings grow, but being your stubborn self, you didn't act on them.

Days turned into months, and soon enough, you were keeping Soobin company through his late night study sessions, talking to him in the hopes of keeping him awake. Helping him prepare flashcards, and letting him teach you a full four-course meal so that he could practice for his practical exams. "What are you gonna do once you graduate?," became a regular question you posed towards him, and every time, it was the same reply. "I don't know yet, Y/N. I want to do something like you. I want to travel the world and learn about different cuisines first-hand."

As Soobin's exams drew nearer, you found yourself bring just as worried as he was, worried about how he'd fare in the examinations, worried about what he'll do when he gets his degree. But keeping your concerns aside, you did your best to push him to do his best, study that last chapter, practice that last technique, memorize that last recipe. "I just wanna sleep, Y/N," he'd whine, only to have you let out a giggle at how adorable he looked. "It's for your own good, bub," you'd reply, your smile somehow managing to give him the strength to put in just a little extra effort.

Seeing him work so hard, you couldn't help but want to give him a surprise by congratulating him in person when he graduated. So, you decided to plan a trip to Seoul, shooting a film vlog just an excuse to finally meet your closest friend, and the person you had a crush on. You had initially wanred to keep the plan a secret, but soon realized what a waste it would be to not use it to your advantage. And so started your ingenious way of getting Soobin to hit the books. "I'm coming to Seoul after your exams, but I'll meet you only if you put in all your effort," you'd tell him, repeating it like a mantra day in and day out.

In response, the boy would pout and whine about how he "hated" you, but started putting in double the effort, just to make you proud. Your tactic seemed to work, but Soobin was still nervous. Nor about the theory, but about the practical exams. "What if I don't do well on the exam? It happens all the time on Masterchef," he said one day, looking into your eyes as you attempted to calm him down. "I know you'll nail it, Binnie," you replied, smiling at him through the screen. "Just think about what makes you happy while you cook, and you'll be good to go." As if on a whim, Soobin muttered out a soft, "You," causing your breath to hitch as you asked him to repeat. "You make me happy," he said again, looking down as he felt his cheeks growing warm. You couldn't help but smile at his sudden confession, sending a virtual kiss his way. "Now go study, you idiot," you giggled, proceeding to tell him about your day as he pored over his books.

The day of his practical exam rolled by, and as you had said, Soobin decided to cook while thinking of something that made him happy. He thought back on the day when you had told him about a delicacy from a city you had visited, and had convinced him to teach you how to make it. The memory alone made a smile appear on his lips, reminding him of how happy the two of you were. And so, that's what he cooked, passing his exam with flying colors. He was so happy he could have kissed you if you were there, and he told you that, causing a laugh to escape your lips. "I'll be there soon," was all you said, fighting to control your excitement.

Soobin passed with flying colors, earning his degree fair and square. And the one person he wanted to thank for it, was you. As you had promised him, a week later found you roaming the streets of Seoul, as you hurriedly made your way towards his college, ready to finally meet him at his convocation. Climbing up the stage to accept his degree, his eyes were busy scanning the crowds, eager to see your face. When he couldn't find you, however, he felt his smile falter, as he took in a gulp.

"Where are you Y/N?," he thought to himself, hand itching to check his phone that was lying in his back pocket. You had told him you'd be here on time, so then, where were you? Just as he feels himself falling deeper into his thoughts, he (like everyone else in the hall) hears footsteps running down the corridor, finally revealing you standing at the entrance, out of breath and with a huge smile stretching across your face. "You're here," he mouthed, his smile matching yours, as you replied with a simple nod and a "Congratulations," your eyes brimming with tears of joy for the boy.

Accepting his degree, Soobin walked off the stage to sit with his classmates, eyes meeting yours every so often as he tried to fight the urge to rush to you and hug you. Once the ceremony ended, neither of you wasted a second in finding each other, throwing yourselves into a hug long overdue. It didn't feel weird as you snuggled your face into his convocation robe, and it didn't feel weird as he did the same into your hair. Pulling away, you just couldn't hide the smiles that threatened to take over your entire face, taking each other's hand as Soobin left you to his parents. "Mom, Dad, this is my friend Y/N," he introduced, and his mom didn't miss the spark in her son's eyes as he looked at you.

Once you were done with the niceties, the two of you made your way out into the city once Soobin had handed his robe over to his mom. Walking the streets with him, with you cracking jokes and him pointing out tourist sights to you, you felt something you had never felt, no matter how many cities you visited. A sense of comfort, a sense of belonging. You felt like you were home for the first time in ages, and it was all because of the guy walking next to you. As if on a whim, you whipped out your video-camera, switching it on and turning it to yourself. Soobin belatedly realized what you were doing, when he heard you recite you introduction. Looking at you in shock, he felt his mouth fall open as he heard you say the words, "Friend," "Soobin," "Featuring," "Guide," in quick succession, piecing the sentence together in his brain.

"Y/N! What are you doing??," he whined, looking down to hide his face. "Awww Soobinnie is shy!!! Sorry guys, it's his first time," you cooed, a giggle escaping your lips as you turned your camera off, trying to convince him to feature in your vlog. "But I won't know what to say!!," he retorted, making you snicker. "Just take me out to eat somewhere tell, and tell the camera why you like the place you like and the food you like. It's not that hard!," you replied, and after much convincing (and some borderline begging), he finally agreed.

He showed you all his favorite eateries and restaurants, gawking at the insane discounts you got him, and just enjoying watching you eat in person, sharing his food. By the time evening rolled out, the two of you were full to your throats, looking out over the river from the bridge. "Thank you Y/N," Soobin said, turning to look at you. "For today, and for everyday. For being there for me, and for being the best friend I have ever had, and more." "Thank you too, Soob," you replied, your eyes stinging as you looked up at him. "Thank you for making me feel at home. Thank you for becoming my home." You hadn't noticed just how close your faces had become, both of you having leaned in subconsciously. Finally, Soobin closed the gap, your lips meeting his in a kiss that's full of the pent-up love and emotions.

His lips were soft against yours, molding with yours like two pieces of the same puzzle. Pulling away, a smile graced your lips as you looked up at him shyly, whispering an "I like you," causing him to repeat your words and adding a "too," cheeks rising up in a smile. Biting you bottom lip, you say, "Come with me," making him tilt his head in confusion. "You said you wanted to be like me. To learn about cuisines first-hand. Then come with me. I don't want to be away from you, I want to be with you 24/7, and not virtually. I want to talk to you in person, to hug you, to kiss you." You notice his smile growing wider, and so you ask, "So, what do you say?," as he replies by placing his lips back on yours.

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writingquestionsanswered · 3 years

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Hello! I have a very big problem with not sticking to ideas, like I start developing one, do it for a minimum of time and then another idea comes to me or I remember another idea from the past and I’m switching to them. And I’m not throwing the idea I originally started developing away, I still have it in mind and think that I’ll come back to it later but the process repeats again and again. I feel like although I love the ideas that come to me and I want to work on them, for some reason I keep looking for new ones and just can’t commit to anything. Needless to say I have nothing written at all, only plans and ideas, don’t know what to do with that:(

Distracted by New Ideas

If you're neurodiverse and have difficulty focusing on one thing at a time, this would be something to tackle with that in mind. While I can't give you advice on that (I'm not a neurodiversity professional) I can tell you there are probably methods and techniques you can use to help you focus if that's the case. You may be able to talk to any professionals or teachers you work with for help in that case, or you might find some good tips via a Google search. Keep an eye on the comments in case neurodiverse folks in the WQA community have their own tips to share.

If you're neurotypical and/or difficulty focusing on one thing at a time is not a general problem for you, you're in control of what you put your focus into, and it is well within your ability to choose which idea to focus on and stick with it.

Life is full of choices and many of those choices require a conscious commitment. If you sign a lease on an apartment, you don't break that lease two days later because you see an apartment you like better. If you start a new job, you don't quit the next day because another job came along that piqued your interest. If you sign up for a certain class, you don't drop it a week later because something else looked more interesting. When you buy a movie ticket, you don't watch twenty minutes and leave to buy a ticket for a different movie. Well... I mean... you could do any of those things I suppose, but my point is you typically don't. Most of the time--unless there are serious extenuating circumstances--you stick with the choice you made.

Writing is no different. When you choose to work on a certain idea for a project, you're committing to that project. It's up to you to do the work of seeing it through. That doesn't mean you can't work on multiple projects at once, it just means that you don't completely abandon a project because a new idea occurred to you. It's up to you to figure out how to do that (different things work for different people), and whether or not you can commit to multiple projects at once. If you can, you'll have to figure out how many you can successfully work on at once. Or, if you can only work on one project at a time, you'll have to train yourself to write new ideas down and set them aside until you're done with the current work in progress. (An ideas notebook or word document works great for this!)

Also, it's always worth examining what's so exciting about a new idea and what excited you about your WIP in the first place. Sometimes, you may find the new idea isn't as exciting as you first thought. New ideas can come with a bit of an endorphin rush that makes them feel more brilliant and exciting than they actually are. For that reason, it's important to remember that not all ideas are worthy of being written, even if they seem exciting at first blush. If you write them down and let them go for a while, you give yourself a chance to get past that initial rush, which allows you to examine it at a later point and determine whether or not it truly has merit. :)

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professorsnape394 · 3 years

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The Potions Master’s Apprentice

Chapter Eighteen: Faith

A/N: This is the Eighteenth part to my fanfiction ‘The Potions Master’s Apprentice (Severus Snape x OC)’. Chapters 1-18 can also be found already uploaded on Wattpad under the same name. Feel free to leave requests in my inbox for anything Snape related you want me to write. Leave a comment below or send me a message if you wish to be added to my tag list.

Pairing: Severus Snape x OC (Dumbledore’s Granddaughter)

Summary: A talented young witch is employed as an apprentice professor at Hogwarts, but who will she be working under? Severus Snape is not best pleased with his new responsibility of taking on an apprentice, however she is relentless to create a friendship between them. Will she be successful? Or might the friendship just go a little two far? With the eyes of her grandfather constantly watching over them, an attempt at a relationship might not be in the cards for Aria Dumbledore and Severus Snape.

Word Count: 4199

Warnings: n/a

Credits to Gif Creator

The rapping of knuckles against the old oak door echoed throughout the potions master's office. Breaking through the thick silence that had engulfed the room, a wave of anxiety washed over Severus Snape.

"Can I not go one day without you bothering me, Miss Dumbledore." Snape complained, trying to hide slight crack of nervousness in his voice.

"Sadly, Severus, it is not your beloved Miss Dumbledore." A thick Bulgarian accent announced.

Admittedly disappointed by the unveiling of his visitor, Severus lowered himself back down into his chair, not willing to make an effort for anyone but his apprentice.

"Why are you here, Igor. You should have learned your lesson by now to leave me alone." He said, rubbing his eyes back into focus and running a hand through his hair lazily.

"I have something you'll want to hear." Karkaroff divulged mysteriously, plopping himself down on the chair across from the professor.

"I do not imagine anything you have to say is of any interest to me."

"Then lucky for you Snape, I won't be the one talking."

Unbothered by the man's deliberate awkwardness, Severus allowed him to ramble on, too exhausted to argue with him.

With a flick of his wand and a small puff off smoke, the space between the two men began to whirl and spin, slowly forming a picture-like image in the air, the scene beginning to unfold. Revealing a staff room full of unusually dressed professors, the focus turned to a small cluster of teachers gathered in the centre of the room. Recognising both Igor Karkaroff and Aria Dumbledore sitting side by side on the old couch, Snape grew suspicious of the man's intentions.

"Why are you showing me this?" Severus asked, unsure of whether he wanted to see what was about to happen.

"Just listen." The Durmstrang headmaster hissed.

"How do I feel about Snape?" Aria wondered, the scene enclosing in on her.

"He's... curious. He has the capacity for love and friendship just like the rest of us, yet he chooses to be mean-spirited."

"I don't want to hear this." Snape declared, turning his eyes away from the woman.

"You must." Igor demanded.

"...he can be mean and arrogant and cruel. And despite it all I try my best to show him kindness, but where does that get me? He calls me out in front of practically the whole school? That was so fucking humiliating, and I'm just supposed to forgive him? I think it's safe to say I'd live a happy life if I were to never see that man again."

Severus felt his heart drop in his chest, unable to process what he had just heard. Slowly a sharp ringing in his ears grew louder and louder, deafening him to the scene before him, as well as the reality in which he existed. He refused to believe the woman he cared so much about, the woman who had demanded to be his friend, had lied about everything. Did she truly hate him beneath her annoyingly cheerful demeanour, was it all a façade?

He wanted to insist Karkaroff had fabricated the whole thing, but he knew exactly what spell he had cast, there was no way he could have faked it.

A deep rage grew within the man, an anger he had not felt in a number of decades. Severus Snape prided himself on having a monotone disposition, void of all emotion. But that familiar feeling of being betrayed by someone he trusted brought forward a plethora of pent up emotions, namely anger and frustration.

A wide, devilish grin spread across Karkaroff's face, satisfied by his colleague's reaction.

"You see now what she is truly like, Severus. You see now that she was playing you all along. That girl pretends to be your friend to keep her job, not because she likes you." Igor laughed maliciously. "You and I both know what is coming, and when it does, Dumbledore is prepared to replace you. Even he knows where your true loyalties lie. Do not be fooled into thinking the Dumbledore's are your friends. They use you for their own advantage, but the second you are no longer useful, or you become a threat to them, you'll be taken down by any means necessary."

"You're lying." Snape tried to convince himself, refusing to meet the professors gaze. "You're scared of what he will do to you if he returns. You need an alliance with someone on the inside."

"He has returned, you must feel it just as I do." The ex-deatheater practically screamed.

"I will not be manipulated by you Igor. This changes nothing, the girl was nothing but a distraction."

"We both know that isn't true." He sniggered, attempting once last time to convince Snape. "Do you know what she said to me, the last time I was in this office? She told me she could never be with a man like you, she told me your actions were unforgivable. I can prove that as well if you don't believe me."

"Get out, Igor. Just leave." Severus exhaled, starting to pace slowly behind his desk. He knew Karkaroff was trying to manipulate him, he was not stupid enough to fall for that. But proof does not lie, and the facts remain. Everything he was saying true, there was no denying it.

With a short bow, Igor danced out of the room. Completely satisfied with the havoc he'd reeked. He'd successfully toyed with what little emotions the great dungeon bat had left. And who's to say what can happen when Severus Snape's feelings get hurt?

Hoot. Hoot.

The bird bleated as it swooped through the open window.

"Another letter for the pile?" Aria sighed to herself. "Will he ever stop?"

Whoo.

It purred in response.

The witch couldn't help but laugh at the coincidence.

"You know exactly who." She giggled, plucking the envelope from the creatures beak, and throwing it on the ever growing pile.

"I just wish he would give me some time to think, you know?" She asked turning back to the barn owl, only to witness it taking off, disappearing into the distance.

Look at me. I'm talking to a bird. She thought with a roll of her eyes. I need to get some sleep.

Catching a glimpse of herself reflection of the window, Aria decided she needed to freshen herself up with a little pamper time, finishing the day off with a very long and well deserved nap.

Dumping almost a whole bottle of bubble bath into the tub, topping with springs of lavender and dried chamomile, Aria plunged herself deep into the warm water.

Relaxing for approximately 2.5 seconds, the woman flew out of the bath, her naked body sopping with bubbles, dripping puddles of water as she explored her quarters impatiently.

"Why can I never find any of my books when I need them most!" She groaned, shivering from the sudden change in temperature as goose bumps formed all over her arms and legs.

Letting out a single yelp of excitement, Aria grabbed the first book she laid eyes on and dived back into her tub.

"Pride and Prejudice, of course." She mumbled, thinking back to that night Severus visited her quarters.

As she read and her mind wandered, Aria found herself making unconscious comparisons between the infamous, brooding Mr. Darcy, and her stern, yet lovable Potions mentor, Severus Snape. They were both mildly rude and arrogant, determined to never show their true emotions, but deep down it was quite possible that they loved more fiercely than anyone ever could.

Elizabeth Bennet enchanted Darcy mind, body and soul. If only there were someone brave enough to do the same to Professor Snape. Aria thought, as she allowed herself to drift off to sleep in the water.

Hours later a thunderously loud 'Bang' frightened Aria awake.

Although not positively sure of how much later it was, she could be certain a decent sleep was had given the icy temperature of the water.

Aria allowed herself a moment to come to, bracing herself against the cold, her was body aching from the ceramic constraints of the tub.

A series of bangs came this time, chapping very loudly on her chamber door. Who ever it was was clearly extremely impatient, forcing her to hurry herself up.

Wrapping herself in nothing but a white cotton towel, the witch slid her way through her rooms to the door. Clearly she wasn't even awake enough to remember where she was, and that answering her door half naked wasn't exactly professional.

Bang. Bang. BANG.

The knocks reverberated through her body, sending shivers down her spine.

Gingerly she opened the door, revealing a more than pissed off Severus Snape.

"Severus." She yawned. "What's wrong?"

"Don't act dumb with me, girl. I am not falling for this act any longer." He snapped.

"What act, Severus? Why are you here?"

"Just tell me why?" He seethed. "Why did go to so much trouble trying to convince me to be your friend, only to confess to Karkaroff, as well as the rest of the Hogwarts staff, your true feelings. Why couldn't you just leave me alone."

"Severus listen, I think we need to talk about this in private. Please come in."

"So you can try and seduce me again? I don't think so. Jesus, look at the state of you, are you really that desperate to entice me? What's next, showing up to dinner completely naked? You really are just as I thought." The potions master growled, his pitch back eyes looking her up and down.

"Severus stop" Aria begged. "I thought we had moved past all this."

"So did I. But considering you have deemed me as "unforgivable" then there doesn't appear to be much point in trying to redeem myself, does there?"

"But you're only going to make everything worse. Let me explain myself, please."

"There is nothing to explain, I shall be putting in a formal request for the headmaster to employ a separate tutor for your apprenticeship in the morning, so you never have to see me again."

The professor stormed off, just as quickly as he had arrived, achieving exactly what he had come to do; humiliate Aria Dumbledore.

Desperate to apologise for her cruel words, Aria made to follow Severus to his classroom.

Forgetting her attire, or rather lack of, she was soon reminded of it when a crowd of Slytherin students erupted in a fit laughter with its fair share of cat-calls and whistles. Clearly they had emerged from their common room to investigate the noise, but stayed for the show of the two arguing potions professors.

"Nice legs, Miss." One of the older boys called, sending a wink in her direction.

Shit. She mumbled under her breath, rushing back to her quarters to change.

Hair still dripping wet, Aria shoved it into a bun on top of her head and pulled on some shorts and an oversized t-shirt, before hunting down the potions master.

"Severus, open the door." She called, upon initially finding it to be locked.

He didn't even bother to reply.

Fine. She thought. I'll do it myself.

"Alohomora." The lock burst apart, allowing the door to slowly creep open, revealing a dishevelled and distressed professor sitting at his desk.

"Severus, please." She whispered softly, realising he had clearly come down from his short outburst of rage.

"Get out." He commanded, though he didn't make any effort to remove his head from his hands.

"Let's talk about this." The woman pleaded, pulling a chair up next to the man. "Let me explain everything."

Snape stirred from his position the closer she came, until finally he was able to look her in the eye.

"Go on." He droned. His eyes red and blood shot, whether it was from lack of sleep or tears was unclear.

"You know more than anyone that Karkaroff cannot be trusted-"

"Don't try and lie to me, Miss Dumbledore. I saw the whole thing with my own eyes." Snape snapped.

"Will you let me finish. I'm not lying to you, Severus." Aria promised. "I said what I said because I didn't want them to know the truth, Karkaroff especially. I don't know what his problem is but I know he's up to something and it involves you. You really think I'd answer any question he asked me truthfully. You're my friend, Severus, I care about you, and that man is a snake for trying to turn us against each other."

"Why should I believe you. I've barely known you a few months, I've known Igor decades."

"That is precisely why you should believe me. He's not your friend, Severus. If he was he'd be able to see the real you; the man behind the mask." She urged, begging for his trust.

Reaching out her hand to take his, Aria stroked a thumb over the cold and calloused hand of her friend.

"And who might that be?" Severus questioned in return, feeling slightly nervous under her touch, but not enough to want to pull away.

"A man." She stated simply. "Not a beast, as you and many others may presume. A good, and decent man. Perhaps he's a even a little bit scared, of what I'm not entirely sure yet. But I will find out one day, if you'll allow me, that is. Let me be your friend, Severus. Let me see what you hide from everyone else. And I promise, I'll be there for you when it matters most."

Her sweet soft tones encapsulated Severus. He had become so lost in her words and her touch that without realising he found himself falling for her speech wholeheartedly. He even risked settling his remaining hand upon hers, clasping her delicate fist between his palms.

"Well then I suppose an apology is in order. I believe I may have acted rather rash and unprofessional."

"There's really no need. You reacted just as you should have to the things you heard. I would have done the same thing in your circumstance." Aria admitted, removing her hand from his, as she made to stand up. "Though there is one thing you could do to make it up to me." She suggested.

"Dare I even ask?" Severus joked.

"I want to know what Karkaroff's after. Tell me how you know him. Why does he care so much about your life?"

Snape practically laughed in response.

"We may be friends now, Miss Dumbledore, but I'm afraid that information is rather personal. And I am not convinced we are quite at that stage in our friendship, just yet."

"I respect that." She shrugged, knowing he wasn't about to give in that easily. "I suppose that just means we'll have to get to know each other a bit more." She smiled almost ear to ear at the prospect.

"What do you have planned for your lesson today, Professor Dumbledore?" Severus queried, finally using the woman's rightful professional title.

"Ooooh 'Professor' now, am I?" She smirked, sashaying in front of her co-worker, balancing a handful of potion ingredients in her arms.

"I suppose that is your given title after all, I might as well start using it."

"Hmmm I'm not sure. I think it make's me sound too much like my grandfather. I'm not sure I could pull of the beard quite as well, what do you think?" She giggled, holding her long hair in front of her chin, imitating the old wizard playfully before clumsily dropping another dozen bottles on the table.

Severus tried his hardest to conceal his smile, busying himself with paper work, but however hard he tried he could not hide it from Aria. Every so often she managed to catch him off guard, with a silly joke, or a quick witted comment, in those rare times he allowed himself a glimmer of emotion she always managed to notice. Most of the time Severus found himself smiling at the woman for no reason other than she was simply smiling too.

Finally turning her attention away from the potions master, Aria finished setting up her table full of small bottles and vials.

"We're going to play a game." She announced cheerfully spinning on her heel.

"A game?" Severus asked, unable to stop himself turning his nose up at her idea.

"Yes. It's like a test, but more fun." She persuaded, sensing his judgement.

"And what, might I ask, is wrong with a traditional test." He queried bitterly.

"The students need motivation, Severus. The word 'test' makes people nervous. With nervousness comes panic, and with panic comes mistakes. Fear is not an accurate motivator, however competition is. The students will be less inclined to make mistakes, if they are rewarded for their efforts." The apprentice hypothesised.

"And this reward is?"

"I haven't decided yet."

Severus fought the urge to roll his eyes, but allowed her to do her thing uninterrupted.

Since their little 'heart to heart' that night in Snape's office the two professors were finding working with each other a lot more amiable. Severus had given Aria a little more free reign with her portion of the lessons, which in turn, allowed her to respect Severus' strict theoretical practices without causing too many interruptions. The pair had almost started to enjoy working together.

Student by student the class trickled in, each of them intrigued by the new set up of the class room.

"Everyone please take your seats, do not touch the table at the front of the room, class will begin momentarily." Miss Dumbledore announced.

A moment of panic set in as Aria scrambled around Snape's desk, looking for her list of possible potions. This may not have been her first time teaching solo, but it was, however, her opportunity to prove her practices are successful in front of her mentor, Severus Snape. The man in question could see the fear in her eyes, and that she was desperate to impress.

"Here." He mouthed, handing her the piece of parchment. "Relax."

Brushing fingers, as she took the parchment from him, Aria grinned.

"Thank you." She whispered, once again turning to face the class, now with a little more confidence.

"Now today, as you may have guessed, we are going to do something a little different. Professor Snape and I have chosen to take this opportunity to allow you, our promising young N.E.W.Ts students, to show off your skill set to the best of your ability's. On this table in front of me you will find a select variety of potions ingredients that correspond to a number of potions all very much within your capability, your task is to complete one of these potions within the allotted time, at the end of which, a winner will be selected by us."

"What do we win then, professor?" One eager student asked.

"A potion of their choice." She declared, impulsively.

A murmer of chatter instantly broke out among the class, intrigued at the prospect of winning such a thing.

"That all sounds very exciting, Miss Dumbledore." Snape cut in, unwilling to take a backseat quite so easily. "However, sadly as an apprentice professor you are not permitted to take anything from my stores to use so frivolously. The prize will have to be decided at a later time."

Unsurprisingly the students weren't too pleased with Snape's intervention causing for a series of disappointed groans and heckles.

"Then I shall make it myself." Aria concluded.

Another bout of cheers erupted.

"Collect your ingredients, light up your cauldrons, your time starts now!"

Immediately the students jumped from their seats, swarming the table to get what they needed. The professors moved away from the crowd, giving the class a moment to get started.

"Miss Dumbledore, this is not a wise decision." Severus spoke in hushed tones. "I understand entirely the prize of a potion chosen by you, but to give them a choice could be extremely dangerous, think of the chaos that will ensue."

"How about you have a little faith in them for once. Trust that they will make the right decision."

Looking down on the woman, Severus couldn't help but trust she would be right.

"I have faith in you. Not in them." He made clear.

Severus made to walk away, leaving Aria to relish in her small victory, until he was suddenly pulled back by the young woman's hand in his. Not saying a word, Aria Dumbledore gave him an appreciative squeeze, before releasing him back to his desk.

The first hour of the classes passed by effortlessly, the students worked quietly and Severus found no reason to complain. All in all, Aria was quite pleased with how her lesson was going.

That was until...

"Oh shiiiiit."

"Language Mr. Lawrence." Severus warned, briefly looking up from his marking.

"Right, sorry sir. But what the fuck am I supposed to do when this thing starts bubbling like crazy." He freaked out, completely ignoring the potions master's warning.

"What?" Aria gasped, only just becoming aware of the situation.

"Yeah like this thing looks likes 'bout to blow, to be honest with you." The seventh year Hufflepuff boy informed nonchalantly.

"Step away from that cauldron students, quickly!" Aria ordered, ushering them to the sides of the classroom. "You were attempting a wit-sharpening potion, is that correct?"

"Yup."

"I'm afraid there's no saving it now, Mr. Lawrence, the best we can hope for is that it does not turn to acid and burn through bench."

"Out of my way." Severus huffed impatiently, forcing his way through the crowd of students that had formed around the cauldron.

"Pass me that root of ginger" Snape demanded, positioning himself in front of the ever growing cauldron of bubbling green liquid. Aria obeyed hastily, as the professor performed what she could only describe as a miracle on this horrifying concoction. "Some more newt spleens." He requested, holding out a hand expectantly, while the other gripped onto his wand, casting an enchantment over the potion.

The potions master continued adding a bit of this and a dash of that to the potion, all ingredients Aria Dumbledore would never have considered to associate with this particular brew. Jars of herbs, spices and animal parts were passed through the classroom in order to reach Professor Snape who continuously stirred the potion, muttering all sorts of charms and spells.

However skilled Aria had assumed she was at the art of potion making, it was made clear to her that she was no match for Severus' skills, brewing potions was second nature to him now. Within minutes he had achieved what Aria Dumbledore had deemed impossible, and thus the potion was brought back to it's natural state.

"Severus..." The apprentice gawped. "That was amazing."

"That was nothing." He replied curtly, removing himself from the scene. "Everybody back to work, this is not an excuse to slack off."

Still in awe at the pure artistry she had witnessed, Aria trotted sheepishly back to the front of the class.

Blissfully unaware of the pure talent they had just seen, the students continued on with their work. The Hufflepuff boy did not even have the decency to thank his professor for salvaging the mess he called a potion, let alone be grateful he never received a detention, or deduction of house points.

"What are you staring at, Miss Dumbledore, is there no better way you can spend your time?"

"I'm sorry Severus, but that display was just... brilliant." She beamed.

"Like I said, it was nothing. It comes with the job, I refuse to have any of those delinquents burn through my entire store cupboard because they cannot brew a simple potion, a year below their level no less."

"Well, at least we know who definitely won't be winning anyway." Aria giggled.

"The most we can hope for from that boy is that he manages to finish his potion, god knows he'll need it."

Playfully slapping Snape on the arm for his cheek, the witch perched herself on the edge of the professor's desk, attempting a quick sketch on a scrap piece of parchment, while the students begun to finish off their potions.

"Professor Snape, the winner?" Aria asked, turning to her colleague for a verdict once all of the potions had been completed.

"You want me to choose?" Severus replied, skeptical of her offer.

"Of course. I don't think it would be fair of me to do it, considering I've been giving all of them tips this lesson."

"Very well." He droned, stepping forth to analyse the contents of the cauldrons.

"This one." He announced, pointing a single finger to the cauldron of a young Slytherin witch. "Given that it was the only potion brewed to complete perfection, there is no other possible candidate. I suggest the rest of you get studying before your N.E.W.T's exams, at the rate you lot are going, none of you besides Miss Johnstone here is likely to pass." Snape scolded.

"Well then, congratulations Miss Johnstone, you are the winner of a potion of your choice. See me after lessons tomorrow and let me know your decision."

The girl practically beamed with pride, expecting nothing less than first place.

"Class dismissed."

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werejusttouchingeachother · 5 years

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EXO as Fuckbois

Minseok:

Rich heir to a renowned prestigious business | flashy brands and makeup | fancy pool parties at the roof of his mansion | not interested in a serious relationship but wouldn't mind spending heaps of money on whoever has caught his eye this time | you'll be treated as a queen although temporarily | classic sugar daddy (and yes obv daddy kinks too) | giving him bjs in his Ferrari that lead to sex in luxury hotel suites | doesn't come back for seconds though so it'd be wise to cherish your time when his eyes are only on you

Junmyeon:

The CEO fuckboi | no time for a relationship, sex is for pleasure and to destress ONLY | we're talking daddy kinks all over the place | will ditch you if you're emotionally involved | you only have yourself to blame if you expect more than what he is offering | the offer is awfully tempting tho, a fact made more promising, convincing and appealing after the first time you have sex | you’re just the pretty arm candy at his expensive galas who he later pounds into the mattress at the hotel | taking you to fancy places on a whim in his private jet and fucking you senseless in exotic cities

Yixing:

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Kyungsoo:

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Baekhyun:

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Jongdae:

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Chanyeol:

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Kai:

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Sehun:

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A/N: I just got an idea for “exo x supernatural creatures” while writing this (my exams for this week just got postponed so I’m on a fucking roll) as well as something for nct so if anyone has any requests, please drop em in my inbox, I’m going to continue writing these while procrastinating on my fics cAuSe WhY nOT? 🤡

#exo #exo list #exo minseok #exo junmyeon #exo yixing #exo baekhyun #exo jongdae #exo chanyeol #exo kai #exo sehun #this was... i honestly don't know where this came from #they were supposed to be moodboards of all of them but my fatass got lazy after making these shitty collages lol #had fun with this tho since I could make it longer than I did on Twitter

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im the storm chaser anon again Nikkiiii wdymmm ive been here since forever and have read everything in your master least at least once 😳 im just too shy to reveal myself but im sure you've come across me lurking in your blog. i was so excited to see that broken compass is in the same universe as the storm chaser series, i think i like it when stories are interwoven because well, life is a bit like that as well.

which brings me to something else, im currently reading the great Gatsby and i have to say that your writting reminds me of Fitzgerald's so so much, especially after you commented on the absence of dialogue from your fics(?) i noticed the same technique being used in the great Gatsby and was wondering whether you were inspired by him or not? i don't know, i find it intriguing, the omission of dialogue i mean, whether it's done on purpose or not i love it. it allows you to grasp the meaning behind words without having to deal with them which makes the story not only more interesting but also really unique in my eyes. you need dialogue in theatre or modern films but written text is something else entirely. while reading your fics, i can't help feeling that you explore and make the best use of aspects unique to written word, that's why i still believe that you're one of the best writters around here (and im saying this while having read almost everything you've recommended since i followed you 👀)

also the interwoven stories part reminds me of J.D. Salinger's short stories, sorry i said "which brings me to something else" and begun talking about something seemingly irrelevant, it's just that in my mind, Salinger's The Catcher in the Rye and The Great Gatsby resemble eachother a little and my brain skipped two "steps"

anyway, sorry i say a lot of things at once and remain silent for the next two months but im almost done i promise.

love knows not it's depth, i told you something similar when you first published it but i'll say it again, it's one of the most realistic pieces i've ever read and i love that. the fact that Kuroo is one of my favourite characters aside (Kuroo and Atsumu 💔) he was so well written !! like, it felt as though i was witnessing a couple in my circle or something of sorts, it did not feel like a manga character and im saying that as a compliment T^T

i feel like im forgetting something though, anyway if you haven't read the books i mentioned, which i doubt, but if not i recommend them! also since im sending quite a few asks i might as well introduce myself, im ellie ><

i can't wait for your Kita fic, im sure it'll be amazing but take your time with it, it's okay!! im sorry for sending a long as letter in your asks but it'll probably happen again :( (unless ofc you don't want me to do so)

anyway, anyway, i hole you'll have a nice day !! 💛🌻

HI ELLIE!

okay my own rambling will be long so i'll do it under the cut.

oh gosh - never apologise for rambling or dropping into my inbox, i always love love love to hear what my readers think about my stories or anything around the sun! im like you - life is rly interwoven (catcher in the rye, so nostalgic!!), so i feel like..idk it makes sense for me to write some stories in the same universe! i'm glad you enjoyed it - and...

thank YOU for reading all my work! you're far too sweet to me. but yes, that's what i try to get at with some of my works where i don't focus on dialogue as much - there's so much more that's unsaid and i like the subtlety of it, yknow? i don't know - i don't think im inspired by fitzgerald - i'm familiar with his works, but because of where i'm from (former british colony, taught by brit teachers), i don't focus so much on american modern literature, more like - british victorian lit / shakespeare yknow? but but but i went to take a quick peek when you mentioned him...and yeah you're right! like this line from Gatsby - “So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.” oh gods, that style of writing just gave me chills. thank you for the rec - i'll HAVE to check it out.

i personally feel really bad whenever ppl tell me im one of the best writers around cos i feel like such a fraud - i think im decent but like...argh. i think a lot of us suffer from imposter syndrome LOL.

oh gods, love knows not its depth. idk what possessed me when i wrote it because it just...flowed and i knew after i wrote it that...it was real, yknow? i cld see shades of it in my mother, with my parents' marriage, potential shades of it in my own marriage (if either of us choose not to put in the work), so i guess...writing it was really reflective of real life too! i don't often know whether im writing kuroo right, and i'm glad you liked it cos he's so complex? there are so many facets to him - his cockiness, his maturity, his kindness, his ambition, and it's so easy to just write him as a smirking caricature, and i was afraid of that.

i hope i hope i hope you like my kita fic - i just dropped a sneak peek of it, and i'm back on tumblr cos i just finished writing another bulk (my brain needs to rest, to be continued tomorrow!!!).

i hope you have a lovely week, dear ellie <3 don't be afraid to pop back or even dm me, i'm always always up for a chat!!!!

#Nikki chats!#Ellie<3

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jorjiblog · 7 years

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Blink and you'll miss it.

So skip a bit of healing time and that brings us to reading "life loves you" by Louise hay - I think I just picked it up from big w and bought it. I went to Sydney for an audition for Sydney Showboats in July 2015 (just 3 months after my dreams were shattered). I got a callback! What! I was soooo excited. I truly believe the only reason I ended up with this job was from reading "Life loves you" and repeating to myself the whole Audition "life loves you and life wants this for you". Obviously it reflected into my actions in the Audition and I landed the job! And so in August my contract with Sydney Showboats began and I couldn't believe where life had placed me and how everything truly happens for a reason. Rehearsals were testing and I was living in Newcastle so 2-3 days a week I would come down for rehearsals. Amazingly my of my good friends had moved from Newcastle to Sydney around the same time and I temporarily moved into an attic at her place in Surry hills. I got to experience such highs from an amazingly run company, being paid correctly and on time, being fed before shows and supplied with champagne after a show if there was something to celebrate. Having a fair roster and being very supported into our transition from rehearsal to shows, including a night getting to watch the show and enjoy the showboat experience of the 3 course meal etc. I somehow managed to score my best friend in the industry.... because friends that are real in this industry are so rare. I learnt some huge life lessons about myself. My mum was so utterly proud she literally wanted to come to the show all the time, and would come and spend weekends with me. It was also a very big challenge. Dealing with what we concluded to be a bipolar manager, never feeling completely comfortable to be yourself, being torn down by other girls/guys, being thrown under the bus at any chance, learning that no one is really your friend in the industry and everything you say is repeated and used against you, and to top it off, being made feel very uncomfortable by a fellow staff member, being advised to report it, stewing for weeks and then reporting in and long story short, resulting in me never being employed by them again and being disowned and like I don't exist to this group who was supposed to be my so-called "Follie family" for life. I feel a little bit like I'm jinxed from walking away from a contract completely satisfied. I worked my butt off and tried hard to keep everyone happy and learn from my mistakes. I took advice from my colleagues, who appeared to be genuine, but what I've learnt is that they don't really care, they'll shit on you to make sure they get ahead. A man whose title and position will remain nameless, added me on Facebook - everyone else had him, seemed harmless to have him too. He sent a lot of inboxes, but apparently not only to me. After posting some kind of Louise hay quote he asked me where it came from and I ended up lending him my book. He was into this sort of thing. I went off Facebook a few times due to personal issues and I then started getting email inboxes from him. I asked how he obtained my email address and he had taken it from the cc list in a work email. I was short in my responses but it genuinely seemed harmless, just him discussing the book and what I thought seemed to be a bit of a lonely soul seeking a friend. He would inbox me to ask if I was working that night etc. sometimes if I hadn't responded he would message my friend to ask. I later found out from another colleague that he had expressed he had feelings of love for a follie and didn't know what to do. One night at work he expressed to me that he really needed someone to talk to and he had to go early but could he have my number. It sounded serious and I was genuinely worried for him so I gave him my number. He texted me that night. " I feel a very strong emotional attraction to you". I responded that I didn't know what he meant by that as he is a happily married man. He responded that he would like to discuss it in person. The next shift I was on with him he asked to get drinks with me before or after the show. I declined. During the show he sits backstage and helps with the curtain. There are a lot of quick changes and this includes dropping down into gstring and stockings only. I couldn't help but notice his eyes on me. I felt uncomfortable. It's always a male backstage and it never mattered to me, but knowing that he felt attraction to me and I was getting undressed in front of him didn't feel appropriate. As I was about to go on at the end, he grabbed my arm to tell me that he needed to talk to me, this made me miss my cue and I had to pull away to get on stage. By this stage, I was feeling uncomfortable at work and didn't want him to be working. He had also added my mum on Facebook and was inboxing her. I did speak with my mum about this and asked her not to engage with him. With the help of my friend I wrote him an email that night. It stated 28/01/2016 "12 days ago the dynamics between what I thought was a normal,friendly relationship with you change dramatically. I was quick to forgive you and happy to move on from what was said, however, I'm still finding some of your communication with me as a work colleague inappropriate, and tonight it was brought to my attention, I feel uncomfortable in my workplace. I've accepted your apology but I would really appreciate it if you could respect my wishes and be more attentive to things you Are saying and the way they can be interpreted, keeping things professional. I trust you understand. Jorja I got a reply saying no problems. At this stage I hadn't said a thing to management, only some of the other dancers after the text, as the situation had come up in topic due to other girls receiving multiple emails from him and Some asking about me. The days went on and each shift I turned up to that he was fostered on for, he had called in sick. This continued for approx 3-4 shifts. I had intended on mentioning some things were going on but I had told him to stop and if it is to continue I will disclose further to the manager, but she had not been present on the boat for quite some days. One night I did see her briefly and asked to chat but her mum was with her and we decided it could wait. On the 2nd January I arrived for my shift and once again, a no show and a cover. I was starting to panic that I would be to blame for all of this and it would come out a different way to what had happened. I called my boss from a private dressing room to clear the air and express that it may be my fault he isn't turning up but there have been some issues I had wanted to discuss with her. On disclosing what had been going on, my boss responded that was I sure, and he is married with kids and a nice man. I felt awful...I would never make something up. I was so so so upset. My colleagues asked what had happened in the conversation and all that I responded was then repeated back to her, unbeknownst to me. On the 9th of January (yes a whole week of stewing later, I received a text from her to come into work early to discuss). I was literally vomiting from anxiety over the whole thing. The meeting is a blur, but the result was that he had actually asked to resign quite some weeks before (around the time of expressing his love for a follie) but she had made him stay until the start of feb to help her out. Even though he wasn't working, the manager decided she would get one of the engineering staff to pull the curtain. This was largely awkward for me, and I requested it wasn't necessary as there were no issues with others but she said she had to put in actions to protect the others. That night she had a meeting with her manager. I can only assume is was about our meeting etc. That man deleted every follie off his Facebook. Times were awkward, my contract ended and that was it. They later got girls in for promo work, I wasn't on the list, I had to watch my friends who had ended contracts with me, get cover shifts and promo shifts and me nothing. I ended up asking and was told to say nothing and hopefully in time the company will forget about it. Managers changed over so I reauditioned with another ex follie in July 2016 and didn't make it through the first cut, despite knowing the choreo etc. If all that isn't painful enough, the man then made an Instagram account and started following my page, liking my photos and COMMENTING on my photos, what a hide. I've never told him that he's actions have led to me being disowned by the company and will never be hired again by them. You have to ask yourself what I would benefit from that anyhow. Facebook kills me, seeing them all look so happy and friendly and going to events together and getting recontracted. It's a shame that such a good experience and contract now has a sour taste in my mouth because of him. I barely get spoke to by the girls if I see them at auditions in their clan. You really do pay prices for your dreams. I had to remove all the photos from my wall because it was a constant reminder of another stuff up in my dance career. But I still remember that excitement stepping on the stage, spot 2, in green, feeling like I could scream and not breathe at the same time, feeling so proud when my family or friends were watching, feeling alive partner dancing, giggling and feeling like I had the best friends in the world backstage. Being able to master a full face of makeup in ten minutes because I was so practised at it, mastering buns daily, having sore pads of my toes from dancing in heels, having imprints of fishnets even when I went to bed, having a heart rate of 55 down from 75bpm. On the 9th December, during a jump split, tore my left hamstring. I didn't want to do workers compo because I believe as a dancer, it's apart of the job to get injured and I also didn't want a bad name for myself with workers compo early on. I've had dry needling, physio, sports medicine, massages, acupuncture, the lot. I used to have to sit on a spikey ball to drive to help with the pain. A 15 months down the track, I still have pain, it still hurts to sit for long periods, I still can't kick on that leg...I was happy to wear my injury and protect that company and my own name, not sure that was so worth it! No matter whether I can kick or not, whether those girls will talk to me or not, whether people think I'm good enough or not, I'll keep searching, and I'll keep going, just for those amazing short lived moments again. Jump splits and torn hamstrings xxx

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