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yeehawbvby · 4 months

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Falling Away With You | Ch. 48

Sebastian x F!Reader and M. Rasmodius x F!Reader

Rating: Mature/Explicit

Chapter Summary: Y/n goes a little apeshit at JojaMart lmao

Author’s Note: *Crawls out of a pit covered in dirt and blood. Slaps this chapter down in front of you, on a SUNDAY no less!*

My health situation hasn’t improved whatsoever, but I will prevail, damnit!!

I wrote most of this and posted to ao3 early this morning, and haven't had a chance to proofread really. I'll do my best to get that done soon ^.^ Sorry if there are any weird wordings. Also sorry for the complete lack of Seb and Magnus in this one, I hope the shenanigans make up for it <3

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I hate that stupid, cryptic, blue note I got.

Ever since it came, I think about it every time I check the mailbox, without fail. I don’t want to, I kinda just want to forget it exists, but I just… I dunno. I have a bad feeling about it. A gut feeling. Like, something’s totally up with it. It’s just been sitting in my closet for safekeeping until I decide what to do, though.

For some reason, I’ve been too nervous to bring it back up to Magnus. He’s forgotten it exists, from what I can tell. I think I’ll do my best to keep it that way for now. It feels more like my burden to bear than his, and besides, he’s already got the whole region to take care of.

After today’s confirmation that I don’t have bills or anything important like that, I head inside to get ready to leave the farm. Reeeally hoping my routine will shake out my heebiejeebies.

I got the OK from Magnus to use his fancy shrine for Spirit’s Eve. Got an idea of what I think I want to make myself look like, too. Maybe a tiefling or something. If tieflings don’t really exist, I’m sure some sort of succubi, or imps, or some sort of creature that looks like one’s gotta, no? I suppose I could always fall back on just pretending I’m an elf… man, a tail and horns would be so fun though.

Either way, tomorrow is the big day and I am so ready for it.

I mean, like, almost ready. Whatever.

Today I’m going to Magnus’ place to get some practice in. Just a precautionary measure to try not to, like, blow myself up or something.

I’m gonna keep my outfit cozy and easy to move around in, but I have half a mind to make sure I wouldn’t mind losing these clothes in particular if something goes wrong with the transformation. Just some leggings, some crew-cut socks, an old hoodie, and my favorite boots, since I won’t have my shoes on in the shrine anyway. All of it is in black. Sebastian cosplay.

I’ll pop my red studs in too, gotta commit to the bit. I haven’t had time to talk to The Emo and see if he actually did get his shit pierced last night, but assuming he did, and assuming he was able to use these for it, I wanna go all out, baby.

Now, before I head to the tower, I’ve got some errands to run around town. I woke up a bit late so there’s gonna be more people out than I’m looking forward to, but hopefully I have no creepy Alex encounters or awkward conversations with Shane again.

I promised Sam I’d visit him at work sometime soon, so I might as well head there first. He hates it there, and it’s been a while since we’ve caught up, so I’ll hopefully be a welcome distraction. I’ll bring him a coffee too to keep his spirits high.

After it’s done brewing, I grab two foam cups and pour the coffee in. Knowing Sam, he probably needs this stuff sweet, and I’m in the mood for sweet too, so I pour in a bunch of vanilla-flavored creamer. To make the beverages ~gourmet,~ I add a little whipped cream to each, as well as a light drizzle of chocolate syrup. After securing the plastic lids and giving Cannoli some well-deserved love, I head out.

While I pass by the bus stop, I make eye contact with Pam. I’ve never spoken to her, but… I dunno. I can’t tell if I like her or not. She gives me a nasty stink eye and I can only further assume she’s as mean as she outwardly appears. Unless she was just cursed with an intense resting bitch face...

I smile Pam’s way anyway. She doesn’t smile back, but that’s okay. It doesn’t benefit anyone to be so judgemental of her.

I pass a few local moms once I make it to the town square. None really mind me, which could mean they either didn’t notice, or they don’t care. Either is fine by me. I don’t hear what they’re saying, but Caroline talks very animatedly just before the rest of the group bursts into laughter.

I turn my attention back ahead as I pass by Pierre’s and nearly bump into Marnie as she’s leaving the shop.

We both squeak out a little “Oh!” before apologizing in unison.

“I wasn’t really paying attention,” I double down.

“Oh, that’s fine. I rarely ever am!” She then motions to the two cups in my hands and adds, laughing, “At least the coffee’s safe!”

I awkwardly nod in agreement. Then, a brief flash of myself actually spilling coffee somewhere down the road raids my mind, my necklace tingling against my skin and my fingers practically buzzing.

Great.

“Everything alright, sweetie?”

That probably looked weird. “Yeah, sorry,” I try to recover, “just sleepy today!”

I take a sip of coffee to emphasize my point. Plus, I might as well drink what I can before these puppies go down. Hopefully I’ll be able to save at least one of them when the time comes.

“Aw, I’m sorry to hear that!” She puts a gentle hand on my shoulder. “I need to get back to the shop, but take it easy and don’t overwork yourself, you hear?”

I nod, thanking her and waving her off with a shy grin before I continue moving. Once I get closer to the spot I’m supposed to be spilling these drinks — just before that little bridge over the river by JojaMart — I begin to walk more cautiously. If I can just keep these steady and focus on the ground…

A sneeze creeps up on me. Oh god. Oh god oh fuck oh no.

Just as I’m beginning to carefully place one of the cups on the side of the bridge for safe keeping, the sneeze forces its way out of me. Luckily, one beverage — the one I hadn’t drank from yet — stays safely in my hand. Unluckily, the one I was working on trying to keep safe fell to the stones at my feet, opening up and dispersing its contents fucking everywhere.

God damnit.

“Nice one.”

God fucking damnit.

I look up to the voice. It turns out Shane’s outside having a smoke. He’s at the opposite end of the bridge watching my clumsiness unfold with an aloof look about him. He’s bent over to lean on the stone wall, his right elbow propped up and his corresponding cheek in his palm. His left forearm is flat against the structure while his left hand lazily dangles his cigarette between two fingers.

Is that pink nail polish on one of them? I wonder if that’s Jas’ doing.

I merely groan back my response, picking up the now-empty cup to discard in the trash bin near the store. As I proceed on my walk of shame past Shane, I point out, “At least my clothes stayed safe.”

Shane follows and asks, “How many ants do you think you murdered with that accident?”

I grin a little at his dry humor. “Oh it was a massacre,” I bounce back. “The war in Gotoro pales in comparison.”

“Ha!” Oh my god, I made Shane — the grumpiest fuck I’ve ever met — laugh?! “Right on. Seems like pointless violence anyway.”

I turn to see if I can catch him smiling for the first time, like, ever. It’s not there anymore, but there’s a residual brightness in his features.

Shane snuffs out his cig on the ashtray built into the garbage’s lid, abandoning it there before shoving his hands in the pockets of his bright blue shorts.

“Those sons’a bitches,” he nods in the direction of my carnage, “they had it coming.”

My nose scrunches as I laugh a little, giving him a funny look. “Damn, what’d they do to you?”

There’s a playful glint in his eye, as he deadpans me. “Exist.”

I shrug and nod — I get it, they can be pretty annoying! — and follow the man as he makes his way through the white-rimmed, glass-centered automatic doors. I try not to cringe outwardly at how many self-righteous pro-Joja fliers are on them.

Shane stops a few steps into the store. Turns around. I stop too and look up, tilting my head. What’re you looking at, punk? I think to myself. Dunno if I’d be pushing my limits by trying to say it out loud. Better not.

Shane gives me a weird look too, but I can barely see it. My senses are taking their damn time getting used to the obnoxiously fluorescent lighting.

“Don’t you shop at Pierre’s?” Shane wonders out loud.

I blink a few times as I adjust to the environment and then nod. “Visiting Sam,” I explain.

“Ah.” He nods too, in understanding, and then looking the other way he continues, “Enjoy.”

Shane makes his way towards a door to the right of the manager’s office. Says “Employee’s only,” so I’m assuming it’s a break room or something. I don’t miss the incorrect apostrophe, but choose not to linger on it either.

“You too.” He looks back over his shoulder, so I pair my well wishes with a lazy salute.

“Buh.”

…Buh?

I smile. I think he’s warming up to me!

Feeling a tad lost now that I’m alone, I look around before making any advances. Should’ve asked Shane if he knew where Sam would be around now. I dunno how the shifts work around here.

The cashiers to my left — a visibly exhausted red headed woman, probably in her late 30s or early 40s; and a scrawny, scruffy looking teenager, with thick-framed glasses sitting atop his freckled nose — both look miserable.

The boy is boredly leaning against the counter, zoned out on the ground in front of it. The woman looks totally spaced out on nothing in particular. It almost seems like she’s fighting off sleep, too. Poor lady.

The woman and I lock onto each other. She looks away from my face before I can even register it, but I notice her eyes flicker longingly to the coffee cup in my hand a few times after the fact. I peer between her and the beverage twice before I all but scurry away into the aisles. I’m too awkward for this. My only option is to retreat. Never said I wasn’t a coward.

While I venture past the boatloads of boxed, bagged and canned foods in search of the resident dog boy, I observe some of the products. Some don’t look safe for consumption, while others seem like they’d be fun to try as a one-off sort of deal. It overlaps a few times as well. I mean, why wouldn’t I want to try this cereal which very explicitly states on the box that it’s more sugar than grains? It makes me stifle a giggle. I like the brutal honesty.

I stop and stare at it for a sec. Gnawing my lip. Wondering if I should just…

No. I shan’t.

I break away from temptation and trek on. As I reach the end of the aisle, I pan across the back of the store. More shelf-stable products, a small produce section… ah!

Sam looks like he’s supposed to be mopping the floor near the freezers. To be fair, he is holding a mop, and it is touching the floor! But instead of cleaning, he uses the tool as a microphone; singing against the end of the brown wooden handle, both hands passionately gripping it as he bends his torso to quietly belt one part in particular. Sam’s eyes are shut, his bulky black headphones are secured over his ears, and he has not a single worry in the world.

Holding his coffee in both hands now, I stop walking and lean against a nearby shelf. Observing. Waiting. Eventually he’ll have to see me.

He does a little spin move and carelessly bumps into the bucket of soapy water he’s working with, causing it to slosh around a little. Some of it lands on the floor, and some on the pants of Sam’s jumpsuit. Doesn’t faze him in the slightest.

He does another spin the opposite way and nearly knocks over the conveniently placed display of sprinkles that are situated right in front of the ice cream freezer.

I feel like I should probably stop him before something bad happens, but he looks so damn content and so stinkin’ cute that I can’t be assed.

Just as I’m thinking this, he opens his eyes, completely avoiding my direction while he immediately peers over his shoulder. Sam scans around, getting a full view of the proximate areas. It seems like he’s just making sure he’s not about to get caught by his boss or something, if I had to guess.

Eventually he lands on me. We both smile wide, and I triumphantly hold up his (unspilled!!) coffee in one hand, presenting it with a small flourish of the other and a bow of my head.

“For you, my good sir.” I make sure to sound extra fancy, dropping my voice an octave and annunciating my words a bit too much.

He looks around again before meeting me in the middle with a fist bump, completely ignoring my bit. Aw man.

“Hell yeah, thanks dude!”

I shoot some awkward finger guns at him, “You got it, bud.”

“You didn’t make yourself one?”

I sigh, lamenting, “I did…”

Sam scans my face as we share a short silence. Then, the lightbulb almost visibly goes off in his noggin. “You spilled it, didn’t you?”

Pursing my lips, I nod. “I spilled it, yeah.”

“Buuummer, dude.” He pats my head and I sigh, leaning into his touch. I’ll be damned if I don’t still love head-pats, even if it’s been a while since I’ve gotten one. “Wanna split this one then?” he offers, palm still on my crown. At this point he’s just trying to messy me up.

“No thanks, I’ll just grab another later if I’m really craving it.” Not having noticed the trance I’ve been in as my hair gets slowly and steadily ruined — it feels nice, okay? — I finally look up at him, cheekily glaring as I manually remove his large hand from me. I add on as I try to repair the frizzy aftermath, “Sick performance, by the way!”

“You think so?” he beams. Makes me laugh.

“Of course! It looked like you were having a lot of fun.”

Sam’s face is a bit flushed as he takes the compliment, not even trying to hide it; he has a big goofy grin on his face, too.

It drops and Sam looks behind him as a deep voice with a bit of a southern twang booms from one of the aisles nearby. “Samson?”

“Shit, here.”

Sam hurriedly places his coffee into my hand and rushes back near his water bucket, looking around for his manager as he moves. I try to make things less suspicious by pretending to look at some nearby end caps.

I take a peek over when I hear Sam greet the man, “Hiya! What’s up, Morris?”

Crossing his arms and puffing out his chest to try and make himself look mighty, a man in a navy blue suit, a bright red bow tie, and a poorly-applied black toupee corrects him. “That’s Mr. Saxton, son.”

I roll my eyes. Awesome to know the guy running this Joja is just as insufferable as the dudes who work on the corporate side.

Sam puts an anxious hand on the back of his neck, and halfheartedly smiles as he apologizes, his speaking patterns much more formal than before. Poor guy… it hurts to see him having to tone it down so much for this dipshit.

I turn my attention back in front of me so as to give him some privacy. Not sure he’d want me to hear him getting his ear talked off.

This display is full of holiday cards... I might as well waste some time with these bad boys. I pick up one with a cartoon beagle wearing a birthday hat on it, stealing a sip of Sam’s coffee as I read the pun on the front: “Have a doggone good birthday!” Alright, nice and cheesy start…

I flip the card open. It starts blaring Baha Men’s “Who Let The Dogs Out.” Fucking hell. Jumpscare me, why doncha! I shudder at how tinny the music sounds — likely made worse by its volume — then close the card and place it back in its spot, not bothering to read more.

“Excuse me, miss?”

I peer over my left shoulder, and see that Mr. Saxton is making his way towards me. A vein is popping in his forehead, but he has a toothy smile on his face that screams customer service. Not sure what’s going on and feeling a little anxious about the situation, I don’t answer with words — I just turn my body to him and watch him expectantly.

My eyes flicker to Sam real quick, who’s closer to the opposite end of the freezers now. He’s looking over here though, and when his eyes catch mine, he mouths “Go!” and motions his arm towards the front end of the store. Maybe he got caught socializing or something… wouldn’t doubt that there’s probably heavy surveillance in here. Man.

I look back at Sam’s boss as he says, “I’m going to need you to discard your beverage.”

My brows furrow and I tilt my head. “Why?”

Ah, he’s the asking-questions-is-talking-back type: He huffs a deep breath and tilts his head as if to mimic me, clasping his fingers together in front of his ribs. The smile and vein are both still on his face.

“It is not only unacceptable to bring your own food into a grocery store,” he strains, “but I cannot have you spilling your drink all over our products.”

…I haven’t spilled anything. What does he think I am, some crusty little kid?

Damn, this is bringing out a rage that I haven’t experienced since working behind a Joja desk. I didn’t know I was even capable of it anymore. Must be something about the overstimulatingly bright blues, or the blindingly white strips of lights. Same ones we had above each cubicle in the office.

My anxiety is rapidly replaced with a petty yearn to cause a ruckus as I realize that I don’t work for Joja anymore. I never have to even come here again, actually.

I don’t answer to this fucko! I don’t answer to anyone!

Screw this guy!

Feeling courageous, I put on my own customer service mask as I inquire, “Do you want me to spill this on your products?”

“E-excuse me?!”

I hover the cup near the cards, tilting it a little. Doing a little eyebrow wiggle too for good measure. “It feels like you dooo.”

“I— w-what are you doing?”

Seb would be so proud if he were here. Not sure how Magnus would react, but I’d like to imagine he’d support me too.

Completely on impulse, I bring the cup in front of me and splash a little coffee in the man’s direction instead of the cards’. The now-lukewarm liquid splatters onto the white button-down beneath his jacket and rapidly seeps into the fabric, leaving a light brown, unsightly splotch.

Sick, got him where it hurts and none got on the floor! Less work for Sam!

Making sure my voice is just as cheery as Morris was trying to keep his, I cap this off, “Stop treating your employees like crap and stop treating complete strangers like children, asshole.”

This feels so good. My heart is racing and my pits feel a little moist and I might just end up an anxious mess the second I walk away, but I’ll be damned if this isn’t cool as fuck in the moment. When Leah asked me last week if Magnus ever wanted to go apeshit, it didn’t even occur to me how badly I wanted to go apeshit.

I walk down the nearest aisle as Morris continues sputtering something about me leaving, paying for this, whatever.

Shane’s kneeled down in the middle of the aisle stocking shelves. He faces me for a moment and grins slyly. “That was cool as hell.” Why does this feel so validating? “A woman after my own heart.”

HUH?

I blink that fucking flashbang away — seriously, the last time I saw him he was still being a dick, and today he’s treating every interaction like we’re fully acquainted, if not more, what the heck — as he turns away to scan items onto the shelf again.

“I really didn’t do much…” I really didn’t. Just kinda caused a minor inconvenience for the guy.

My hands are shaking though, so it must be catching up to me.

“That still took some balls.” He glimpses at me briefly and adds, “Y’look like you might cry, though. Get outta here before I change my mind about you.”

I huff out a quiet laugh and steady Sam’s — well, my, now — coffee in both hands. “On it, boss.”

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kpopficsssssss · 2 months

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Something Different

Jaemin x Reader (ft. Jeno and Haechan)

Genre: angst, fluff - proofread ✅

Summary: A co-worker invites you go clubbing with some other co-workers and friends. Among those includes Jaemin, who you’ve been crushing on since you started working for SM Entertainment as a staff member. But eventually the night gets to you and you just want to go home - who comes to your rescue?

Word Count: 4k

Content Warnings: use of she/her pronouns, reader is y/n, alcohol use, being pretty intoxicated, being distrusting, anxiety bcuz clubs are overstimulating, finger nail picking, I can’t think of anything else

AN: this is sorta based off the premise that you moved to Korea for college and because of your skills (in whatever field) you applied and were hired by SM as staff. You’re usually assigned to work with NCT Dream.

Moving to South Korea, on my own, not too many people i want to keep contact with back home, I could that was getting a little lonely. Life before Korea was filled with pain and heartache. So when I had an opportunity for a fresh I took it eagerly. I very rarely have time to go out and interact with people besides those at work and college. Finals were finally over for this semester and to say my brain was overexhausted was an absolute understatement. The Saturday after finals week I got a text from a co-worker, Sujin, that I’m friendly with - one that I could see myself calling a good friend if only we had more time together - inviting me to come with her and some others to a club the next weekend. I am not a club person, the crowds and the darkness mixed with flashing lights made me light headed and worst of all - I’m a total light-weight. Regardless I accepted, hopefully this was my chance to actually make friends and have someone to talk to. Trust and relationships of any kind were extremely difficult for me due to past experiences, but I was trying to get out of my comfort zone so I wouldn’t spend the rest of my life alone.

I had a little money saved, not a lot, but enough to maybe buy a round or two of drinks for the table. After already accepting the invitation, I asked who all was coming.

Sujin: not 100% :/ I know Jia is going and I’m pretty sure some other staff member, Jaemin, Haechan, And Jeno are going and also bringing a friend

Well fuck. I had been into Jaemin since I started working at SM. He’s just so cute and so handsome at the same time and he’s always able to make me laugh no matter how I’m feeling. I could never tell him though, I’m positive he isn’t interested and I’m not about to embarrass myself with someone I have to interact with several times a week. There’s occasional flirting that makes my beat almost violently but he seems to be that way with everyone. I did my best not to let any of it get to me and keep my relationship and my stance towards him completely professional.

Y/N: oh okay sounds good😙 see you Monday<3

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*time jump to the next weekend*

(AN: so I have this outfit pictured but, of course, you can do whatever you want :P)

I took a last (actually a few more) looks at my outfit and adding accessories. I was so nervous my hands had a slight shake to them but I persevered. I walked out of my room and into the front area were Sujin and the co-worker Sujin mentioned, Jia, were also making their finishing touches. We all agreed to meet up at my apartment to get ready together and pregame.

“Oh my god! I’m never seen you show so much skin, you look so pretty!” Sujin smiled, excitedly.

“You guys look gorgeous too. I’m so nervous, I feel like everyone is gonna see my whole ass at some point.” I chuckled, tugging the dress down my legs a bit more.

I sat on the couch next to Jia as Sujin sat on the rug underneath my coffee table, carefully gluing a few jewels to her face while staring into a table mirror.

“So how well does everyone know everyone that will be there?” I questioned as I folded my legs up next to me on the couch.

“A higher up staff member is coming, his name is Bumsoo - pretty sure he does something in production. I haven’t really talked to him a lot. Jeno’s friend… I think his name is Jiyun, Jihoon, or something. Haechan and his friend, don’t know his name. And Jaemin and a friend of his, Aera. So not a lot.” Jia stated whiled scrolling through her phone.

My heart sunk so far down I forgot how to breathe for a second. Aera? Is she his girlfriend? Someone he’s seeing? I’ve never heard talk about Jaemin dating or seeing anyone - and it’s kind of part of my job to know these things. Maybe it wasn’t important for me to know from higher-ups but still, there was no talk around the building for it either that I was aware of. Before I could think about what I was saying, I blurted out, sharply:

“Who’s Aera?”

The sound in my voice was very obviously on edge which signaled to Sujin, who was still somewhat paying attention, to pause her gluing. She glanced at me over the mirror with one eyebrow quirked. Before she could say anything Jia answered.

“A friend, I assume - maybe a little more than a friend, who knows. I haven’t heard anything about any of the three dating at the moment.”

Sujin squinted at me as my expression went from stressed to still stressed but slightly relieved. She definitely caught that but she kept it to herself thankfully. I was getting the impression that Jia has the beginning of being a huge gossip. Who knows who would get word of that information of my liking Jaemin. The higher-ups could assign me somewhere else if someone found out but then again maybe they don’t care. Either way, I relieved by her silence.

We chatted a bit more before Sujin politely interrupted and asked about pregaming.

“Oh yeah, almost forgot. I brought a couple different things.” Jia said as she got up and began walking over to her bags.

She brought the plastic bag to the coffee table pulled out two bottles of soju - green grape and apple flavored. I didn’t have the appropriate cups for soju so we all just grabbed regular glass cups and poured however much we saw fit. Once we finished and Sujin was done with her makeup, we called an Uber and left for the club.

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Immediately stepping into the club, I was overwhelmed. It was a very nice club, very high class it seemed. I had only been to clubs back home and they were far from “nice.” The whole building had a blue tint to it with strobe lights illuminating the dance area. I grabbed onto Sujin’s arm as to not get lost in the crowd. She turned to look at me and giggled - I’m sure my facial expression had a hint of being horrified to it. We eventually made it to the tables on the opposite side of the club from the entrance and looked for our party. It took a minute trying to see through all the people and the loud music distracting almost every sense. Eventually I felt Sujin’s body jerk from side to side, I quickly checked to see what was happening and saw her waving her arm side to side. I guess she found our table. My stomach lit up with what felt like millions of butterflies fluttering around. I was nervous but also extremely excited. Jaemin had never seen me dressed up before, no one had. I felt confident enough to were the nervousness I felt before died down and was replaced with anticipation.

We all greeted each other before we all settled into the seating. Our arrival seemed to trigger a round of shots being brought out to our table, but we then found out that Jeno’s friend had already ordered a round of shots before we had arrived.

Jaemin looked so heavenly and unbelievably sexy. He had a white top and a dark wash jean jacket and black pants from what I could see. His smile so gorgeous and cute that I lost my train of thought for a few seconds. Next to him was Aera, who was not at all what I was picturing. She was a very handsome woman, with a short wolf cut, white button up, blue jeans, and had her keys on a carabiner that was hooked to her belt loop. She was extremely attractive, if I wasn’t so severely down bad for Jaemin I would’ve tried my best to chat her up. We all chatted for a bit, general conversation and ice breakers. I took note that Aera mentioned her partner a couple times, they sound like a very cute couple.

We had pregamed before leaving, nothing crazy, just enough to get a start on a buzz. However, I was so nervous the entire day that I had failed to eat anything in the last several hours. Having now only realized, I panicked a little. ‘I’ll just pace myself until food is ordered’ I thought. I silently prayed to whatever god or gods that the frequency of hard liquor being ordered would be minimal but I knew that wasn’t going to happen.

After a couple hours, I was definitely drunk, and it was very obvious. Even in this state I was self aware enough to be embarrassed and tried as hard as I could to act more sober. I tried to avoid talking to Jaemin or even having him see me at all. At some point, I was drunk to enough to go dance with Sujin and Aera. Basically just dirty dancing and grinding with each other, I was having a blast. Eventually going back to the table for more drinks and then back to dancing. At that point, any gracefulness I had in my body was nowhere to be seen. I was stumbling and almost knocked to the ground by the bodies around me. I began to panic a bit and tried to escape the crowd, desperately searching for an exit.

I stumbled out into what looked like an alley, the street lights illuminated the area enough to see almost everything clearly. Both ends were closed off by a gate and completely empty. Was it smart to be in a dark alley alone and drink? Probably not, but I didn’t care. I just wanted to catch my breath. I slumped against the wall and closed me eyes, listening to the faint noises of the city’s night life. Suddenly, I heard a click and the music from inside the club become louder for a few seconds. I turned to attention towards the door and immediately recognized Jaemin’s figure. He made his way towards me as the door slammed shut. I froze and the butterflies came back with a wave of embarrassment. I really didn’t want him to see me so drunk. I straightened up and tried to readjust my clothes without him noticing.

“Hey, how are you doing?” He asked once he got to a reasonable distance for conversation.

“Oh yeah, I’m good. It’s just really loud in there” I smiled, being diligent with how my words came out.

Jaemin looked around and noticed what I had noticed earlier.

“It’s a little scary out here,” he chuckled, “I’ve wondered what it looked like back here.”

I giggled, definitely too much for what was said, as I stared down at my feet, lightly kicking a rock around, and sighed.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” He asked, taking a step closer. “You seemed really stressed when you ran out here.”

The butterflies excitement in my stomach intensified. Was he watching me? Had he been watching me all night? I wanted so badly to kiss him and tell him everything I thought about him and how I wanted him to be mine. But I bit my tongue as hard as I could (figuratively) in order to keep cool.

“Um… I guess I’m kinda partied out…” I spoke quietly. I couldn’t help but feel ashamed, like I was ruining the night for others. Sujin, Jia, and I had planned on ubering back together and spending the night at a hotel room. I didn’t want to cancel the plans and have them have to pay for what I was supposed to for my part. My plan was just to wait until they were ready to leave.

“Yeah, me too. I was about to head out. You should too, get some rest, drink some water.”

“I mean.. I would… but I can’t. I don’t really have the money for an Uber after tonight, we were gonna spilt the bill…” Even though I had barely said anything to Jaemin, I felt as though I was going to collapse from lightheadedness and the blood drain from my face.

“I’ll drive you - if that’s okay with you.” The beginning of the sentence was very matter-of-fact. I questioningly looked up at him.

“Aren’t you drunk?”

“No,” he laughed, “it’s been a couple hours since I drank anything.”

“Mmm… I don’t think.. I mean like - I feel bad about you doing that for me.” I stuttered.

“Please, let me take you home. We can talk about how you feel about this later., but for now we need to get you to bed.” Jaemin smiled. It was so beautiful I had to look away to make sure I wouldn’t stare up stare at his lips.

I simply nodded and then I felt Jaemin’s hand on the small of my back to guide me towards the door.

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Jaemin POV

Usually, going out to a place like this meant looking for someone so we could entertain each other for the night. I would be drinking and dancing and girls would just come up to me and that was that. I always had fun, but not tonight. Tonight, she came, and she looked more than beautiful - there are no words to describe how she looked. I had never seen her dressed this way, her silhouette was so sexy. It took me aback but I quickly regained myself. She greeted me and her smile made me feel as though rays of sunshine ran through my veins. She was so warm and bright, you couldn’t help but love her.

Then, after the first and second round of shots, she got up to dance. And I remembered that everyone else could see her this way too. She wasn’t mine, we barely talked, but I couldn’t help but feel angry at everyone who looked at her. But then again how could I blame them? Right then I decided I needed watch her, make sure her night goes well. It was almost an instinct, she was just so gentle and shy at times. People could take advantage of that.

I watched her dance, smiling and moving her hips and body in a way that suddenly made my pants extremely uncomfortable. ‘She barely talks to me, you’re not even friends, this isn’t your place’ I convinced myself as to not grab her and hide her away. A sudden jab in my arm broke my concentration.

“Did you hear anything I said?” Jeno spat. I jerked my head to face the rest of the people present at the table. Everyone smiling and giggling.

“He was not even on this plane, he was staring at his girl.” Haechan chuckled.

“She’s not my girl.” I mumbled.

“But she could be if you grew a pair.”

I sat back in the seat and thought about that. I had been flirting with her since she starting working at SM but she always shut me down. There’s no way she feels like same… regardless, I continued to look after her.

After coming back to the table for more drinks, y/n and the other girls went back to dancing. I couldn’t help but notice how unstable she seemed. I lost her in the crowd for a minute or two. Just as I stood to look around better, I caught a glimpse of her running to the back exit.

Quickly I started for the door and shouted something along the lines of “I’ll be back” to my friends.

Finally pushing past the last grouping of people I opened the door and stepped outside. I saw her before she saw me, her eyes closed and her skin shimmering from the sweat that had accumulated from dancing, no doubt. The street lights gave her a soft glow. As if her sunshine aura was spilling out into some tangible.

She head turned to me as she opened her eyes and a smile quickly took a hold of her lips. She slowly twirled to face me, her head not leaving the concrete wall behind it. Her cheeks were flushed, she looked so cute I just wanted to squeeze her as hard as I could and kiss all over her sweet face. I could barely focus on the conversation with how mesmerizing she looked right now. I know she was definitely drunk and that it was probably time to go home.

“I mean.. I would… but I can’t. I don’t really have the money for an Uber after tonight, we were gonna spilt the bill…” she pouted, lower lip slightly sticking out. Her state had been declining slowly through the conversation, she looked so tired.

“I’ll drive you,” spilled out of my mouth before I could think, “…if that’s okay with you.” After some convincing, I managed to get her to let me take her home.

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Y/N POV

Jaemin led me to the table, Sujin and Aera had returned and Sujin immediately started scolding me.

“Where were you? I couldn’t find you anywhere and I called and - you just can’t do that!”

“I’m sorry I didn’t hear it …” I looked down and began picking at my fingernails. I felt so bad for going home so early.

“I’m going to take y/n home, I’ll check with you guys later. Let me know when everyone’s home.” Jaemin said as he gathered his things and mine. Jeno and Haechan seemed upset but with a glint of mischievousness at the same time. Maybe it was my current state playing tricks on me. Sujin and Jia asked me if I was okay and I assured them I was and apologized for leaving. Once Jaemin had gathered everything and paid his part of the tab, he stood and waited for me to finish.

“I’ll send you guys some money for my share, I’m sorry.” I yelled to them as I started to fast walk to Jaemin, I didn’t catch their reply.

Once we reached Jaemin’s car, he opened my door and held out his hand for me to grab as I threw myself into the passenger seat. As he closed to door, rested my head on the head rest and sighed deeply. It was so quiet in here, so still. It was really refreshing. Like I could think again - the alcohol was slowly wearing off but I was still fairly drunk. Jaemin got in the car as I was taking my heels off and neatly sat them together on the floor as to not dirty the floor too much.

Once he had my address typed into the GPS, there was no talking. I didn’t mind though. I was thankful that I could just relax.

After awhile, I words began spilling out of my mouth without much thought as to what I was saying to him.

“You know, what I did wasn’t the smartest idea.” I smiled to myself, my attention on the buildings and trees quickly passing outside the passenger window.

“What did you do?” He questioned - eyes glued to the road.

“I’m letting a strange man drive me to my home. Not only did I get in his car, I gave him my address.”

“I’m not a strange man! You know me, we work together - plus everyone saw you leave with me. The suspect pool would be cut really short.”

I laughed lightly, still smiling. I rolled my head to look at him. His eyes focused, the cuffs of his jacket rolled up to his fore arm, hands on the wheel. My mind was quickly consumed by the need to take one and trace the lines on his palm, maybe leave a few kisses. I managed to redirected my attention back the conversation after a minute or two of imagining holding his hands… and having his hands on me, my body.

“But I don’t know you, do I? You don’t know me either. Maybe I’m dangerous.” I said, still admiring him.

“Well, judging by the way I basically had to carry you to the car and buckle you up, I’d say my chances of successfully defending myself are pretty good.” He snickered.

It was silent again for a couple minutes before he spoke again.

“Do you not feel comfortable around me? Like you don’t trust me?” His tone was cautious, the volume was slightly above audible.

“It’s not that I’m uncomfortable with you, I’m very comfortable with you. And that scares me.” I sighed, my attention back to my fingernails.

“I think you’re a good person, you’re nice and you’re always making me laugh, I like you.” I paused for a second thinking of how to word myself. I was starting to sober up some more now.

“But in truth, I don’t know you. You could secretly be a bad person, how would I know? Bad people always disguise themselves that way, they can get to more people and deal more damage that way. You can’t really trust anyone.”

Memories of home, where i came from, started flooding back to me. I began spiraling a bit before Jaemin said:

“I’m sorry that you have to go through life on edge like that. But sometimes you have to open up a bit to see how many good people there are.”

The rest of the way to my apartment was done in silence.

Jaemin parked out front of the building and scanned the area with a frown.

“I’m gonna be honest, I don’t really feel comfortable with you finding your way alone at this time of night.”

I’ll admit, the apartment building wasn’t the best or safest one out there. And it definitely looked like it at night.

“Can I walk you to your apartment?”

After a moment of contemplating I accepted and gave him directions to the parking garage. The trek to my apartment was filled with small talk and light-hearted laughter. A drastic change from the major downer bomb I dropped in the car. At this point I wasn’t really drunk anymore, just tired. So the conversations were much more coherent.

When we reached my door, we stood in front of each other awkwardly.

“Thank you… for driving me home… and walking me to my apartment… and everything else.” The last part came out as a laugh. We both giggled together for a second after assuring me it was his pleasure.

My phone dinged, probably some social app, but by instinct I went to check it and noticed the time.

“Oh my god it’s so late.”

“Yeah… I should probably get going then.” He brought one of his hand to back of his head as he threaded his fingers in his hair.

“You could stay the night if you want… I’d feel bad you driving more so late.” I shocked myself with my boldness. No hesitation, I’m giving him a chance. Jaemin grinned and stuttered for a second or two.

“Uh yeah I guess.. I guess I could do that, probably for the best.”

I offered him to take the bed since the couch is pretty small but he refused. I kept getting distracted as I was getting ready for sleep making sure Jaemin was comfortable. Which, in turn, stressed him out and kept saying he’s fine and he’ll manage. After giving him blankets and some of my oversized clothes to change into, we laughed and talked a little more until I was satisfied with his comfortableness.

Jaemin explained the importance of hydrating yourself before going to bed and insisted on standing in the kitchen to watch me drink at least two glasses of water. It was really hard not to choke while laughing at the ridiculousness of it. It felt as if we had been friends for a while, it was so easy to feel safe with him. I managed to down the last gulp, with a few droplets escaping onto my chin. Jaemin chuckled as he pushed himself off the counter he was leaning on. Suddenly he was right in front of me, inches away from my face. My mind went blank as his hand made its way to my face. He gently held my chin between thumb and pointer finger and swiped the droplets from my chin and lower lip.

“I wanted to say this earlier but didn’t have the confidence to,” he spoke so softly and gentle, almost whispering, “I like you too … and I would love more than anything to show you that I’m worthy of your trust.”

AN: thank u for reading, this is my first time writing like this. _(:3 」∠)_

#nct #nct dream #nct imagines #nct dream fanfic #nct dream scenarios #nct dream fluff #nct dream angst #jaemin #jaemin fanfic #jaemin scenarios #jaemin scenario #jaemin nct #jaemin x reader #jaemin nct dream #nana nct

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hgejfmw-hgejhsf · 4 months

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Fic Writer Interview

So I decided to snag this from @sparklepocalypse and fill it out because I'm cozy on my couch on New Year's Eve and fighting off a nap like a grumpy toddler. I'm actually fairly certain I've done this one before, now that I think about it, but oh well. The numbers are different since last time, so...

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

60, apparently! 61 being posted later today!

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

178,579

3. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Ghosts

Do we still have forever

Volume Control

Retaliation

Modification to the map of you

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

I respond to each and every comment that I receive. I try very hard to leave a personalized message for each person, but no matter what, even if it's just a "thank you," I will always respond! Even if it takes me some time!

5. What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

To this day, the angstiest ending is Darkest before the dawn, which ends with hope, even if it doesn't end with an actual resolution. It's during canon, so the reader know what happens next.

6. What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?

I think my most recent Christmas fic, Oh what a laugh it would have been, has probably now overtaken one of my previous fics for overall happiest ending!

7. Do you write crossovers?

I haven't yet, but I'm absolutely open to it given the write parameters!

8. Have you ever received hate on a fic?

I haven't yet, and I hope I never do, although I know that the internet can be a wild place.

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

If you'd asked me back in July of this year, I would have said that I primarily write fade to black. Since then, I've written ridiculous amounts of smut. I'm still learning about various kinks I'd like to write about, because I don't want to just write without knowledge of the act itself, but I'm wading into the smut-verse now. I'd say the water's up to my knees, at this point. Got a ways to go.

10. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I'm aware of.

11. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope, not that I've been made aware of, but I think it would be so neat.

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

I haven't but catch me and @thinkof-england cowriting something amazing now that the new year has arrived.

13. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

Y'all are gonna need to sit down for this. I don't think you're ready. Deep breath in. Hold it. Now let it out slowly. Calm your mind. Are you ready? Okay because I know this is going to come as a shock to you when I say that it's FirstPrince.

14. What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

A Star Trek fic with Jim Kirk x an OC. I started it back in the spring and then RWRB happened and now it's just languishing away in my docs at just shy of 18,000 words.

15. What are your writing strengths?

I've been told that I have realistic dialogue, so I'll count that as a strength. I also think I'm pretty skilled at metaphors. Love a good metaphor.

16. What are your writing weaknesses?

The description of surroundings, including clothing and scenery. I feel like I don't do enough of this sometimes, and I'm trying to better at painting a proper picture.

17. What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

I've done so! Lots and lots of research and consultation with native speakers to confirm accuracy.

18. What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Pirates of the Caribbean, apparently.

19. What’s a fandom/ship you haven’t written for yet but want to?

There isn't really one out there. I'm super content with the permanent campsite I've built in FP land. Hopefully I'm allowed to hang out there for quite some time.

20. What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

How am I supposed to pick a favorite out over 60 fics?!

I suppose if I absolutely HAD to pick right now, right this second, I'd say Ghosts, because the prompt for it as my first ever reader-submitted prompt on a comment from another fic. The reader enjoyed my fic so much that they asked if I'd write another, and Ghosts it what came of that interaction. I loved writing it and sharing it not just with that reader but with the fandom as a whole.

Gonna post my tag list for anyone who wants to participate!

@adreamareads @affectionatelyrs @anincompletelist @cha-melodius @clottedcreamfudge @cricketnationrise @daisymae-12 @duchessdepolignaca03 @gayrootvegetable @getmehighonmagic @happiness-of-the-pursuit @heybuddy-drabbles @indomitable-love @indestructibleheart @inexplicablymine @kiwiana-writes @leaves-of-laurelin @leojfitz @littlemisskittentoes @lizzie-bennetdarcy @magicandarchery @ninzied @priincebutt @read-and-write- @rockyroadkylers @roseharpermaxwell@ships-to-sail @songliili @ssmtskw @statueinthestonetoo @stereopticons @suseagull04 @thinkof-england @tintagel-or-cockleshells@user-anakin @vanillahigh00 @violetbaudelaire-quagmire @whimsymanaged @wordsofhoneydew

#fic writer interview #rwrb fic #rwrb fanfic #rwrb fanfiction #my fics #my writing #my wips

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prettysymbiosis · 11 months

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I’ve been trying to get these thoughts out for days but basically I feel like the unifying theory of s16 (as I see it) is a conscious exploration of the dichotomy between sunny as a classically bold and brash pee pee poo poo comedy and sunny as a thoughtful, nuanced and subtle show about flawed people and also about itself, at times (by that I mean the meta isn’t always about macdennis or the other characters but about sunny itself - win an award, clip show, big mo, etc). the trailer actually captures this dichotomy well through the dialogue clips and animations, as well as the pinned comment which said “get ready for a whole lot of subtlety.” it’s still so baffling to me that sunny can simultaneously read as one of the most loud, obnoxious, unsubtle shows ever on television, OR it can be so subtle and allegorical in the writing of later seasons that most viewers would think people like us are crazy for reading so much into it even though we’re really not. this kind of self-reflective flavor is another product of the rewatch/podcast project which has been almost universally agreed to have had a very positive effect on the writing.

anyway having said that, I want to just share my notes on the first two episodes without trying to edit them too much. I’m bolding the points that I personally haven’t seen anyone else mention yet and putting a 😎 next to ones that evoke a Classic Sunny VibeTM because that’s important to the experiment of this season.

the gang inflates

macden fun/domestic/DUMB again 😎

something something never committing to the couch when it was absurd not to and it ended up costing them so much macdennis blah blah

dennis hanging up on dee was so funny to me oops 😎

and the WHOLE dee (as a character and specifically the female character) thing about being minimized to an absurd degree. I like to think the bog was a turning point for dee and the show is gonna do better by her now hopefully by recognizing her plight in a more serious way, like the way the guys have been doing?

are mac and dennis…… you know…… like for real??? as many have said, it could totally be revealed kind of retroactively to undercut the shock and be like “honestly we’re surprised you didn’t notice sooner” I feel like that is something rcg would do. suggestive clues:

“I don’t wanna talk to you about–” “a TON”

or is dennis like well that’s news to me jealous vibes??

“I figured you were man” ??

“I’m getting a little concerned about our nut”

“you truly have no reason to be sleeping with frank”

they specifically put a lil reaction shot of dennis after mac says “that’s a lotta blowin” a la the lil grin in gets romantic and, well, I just think that’s a choice that was made

“it’s not homophobic” is that so?????

when mac is like “you think we got rid of our furniture too soon/that the business plan won’t work” it’s kinda like no it’s not the committing to what they have, it’s that mac still has big denial problems and dennis can’t work with that… maybe? but so does dennis tbh

in a show-meta sense it’s like, we should be less worried about whether the gay gay-ass love story will alienate people and more worried about how these characters are too ridiculous to even let the love story play out effectively. they need mental health days if we are ever to have nice things

it’s possible mac denying his reaction to the allergy has to do with his body dysmorphia?

also it occurred to me that maybe part of why rob is clean-shaven this season is so they could do those prosthetics more easily?

those handprints though…. I hate everything

oh also just the bed scene. its existence

the zoomed in neck touch of course

“I’m not going to do it!” “..okay” dennis keepin his cool :)

mac’s shirt! COOLER HEADS PREVAIL

just the sheer silliness of inflatable furniture - is there some metaphor here lol?

in a general sense could inflates be taken to mean flanderizes? also maybe it’s just implied but I noticed I hadn’t actually seen anyone mention inflation as a sexual kink and like, that was part of the intention right? if so, 😎

charlie “uhhhhhhhh… yep.” poor charlie :( he doesn’t want to live in a maze (like a rat)

“well then you’re just like being a predator” :( so here for charlie calling out bullshit with frank and mrs. mac and even his own mom so far in these first two eps

charlie just giving up and yelling in frustration which is kinda what bonnie does in ep2 (and ep3 based on trailer)

the gross horny male objectifying thing 😎

rob put his whole pussy into this episode

charlie saying “I don’t get why he doesn’t take me seriously” and dee saying “that’s gotta be maddening” 🙃

cats in the alley my loves 😎

gluing dee a pillow on the wall <3

“consider it an offering” “of war??” this says so much. must everything be a conflict?

charlie’s hair looks so crazy and good in the sleepover scene and also he’s so smart

charlie asks frank to “return everything to the status quo” by the end of the episode, sitcom style. full reset, no progression. except charlie is asking that frank not endlessly take advantage of the fact that mac and den can’t figure their shit out, not totally push dee out just because it’s easy, not make light of the trauma charlie has from what happened to him. all that stuff IS the status quo! so what is he really asking for? this is one of the bits of writing that I think is also about the show as a show, and how they’ve approached these dynamics forever.

it’s funny that people are saying this season is such a return to form because it is, but it’s also so much more self-aware of what that form is/was and how deeper elements can coexist within it. they’re really walking with a foot in both worlds here and they’re doing it well. love this for them and for us, the people who know what it’s always sunny in philadelphia is REALLY about

“we’ll take you to the hospital, and they’ll have nuts. and you can– you can die there.” hahahah

#sunny #iasip #it's always sunny in philadelphia #S16 #sunny meta #s16 meta #s16 e1 #the gang inflates #macdennis #charlie #dee #I hate this show bc every time I'm like whoa this writing is so complex and then I immediately feel ridiculous for thinking that #even though I KNOW I'm right and you guys get it too..... I still feel like a tinhat :( I blame misogyny #well I'm exhausted goodnight

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star trek update time! last night we watched ds9's "vortex" and "battle lines." mwah. every day i wish tng's pussy could pop like ds9's does.

vortex (ds9):

ANOTHER ODO EPISODE! was i not JUST saying i wish he had more to do

i really really really liked this one...i love that odo has such a strong sense of right and wrong. it would be wrong to take this's guy stone. it would be wrong to release a prisoner he was duty-bound to transport. it would also be wrong to orphan this man's daughter. he has a strict moral code, but it's his own moral code, not starfleet's.

AND it affects the people around him. that guy was totally gonna leave odo for dead and then changed his mind. LOVE that <3

obviously it's sad that this guy is lying, but it's only season 1...AND we got an official species name and a semi-alive stone odo can call "cousin" which is both sad and kind of funny

i liked how when odo wanted answers he went to quark and was threatening and quark was like brushing him off like girl i don't know ANYTHING til he saw odo was serious and then he also got serious. quark isn't always my favorite character bc i dont like the ferengi BUT i DO really like the way he can shift his energy to match the situation instead of remaining rigid - like getting scared when finding out his friends were his game pieces.

some of the alien's digs were sooo mean. my favorite was "THEY (the other changelings) don't keep a humanoid form." really speaks to odo feeling outside of his own community...which means now of course that he's my favoritest specialest little guy. where's that post about star trek characters with autism...he can join the autism gang with spock and data. i think when we get to the end of s1 i'll be ready to do a character rank.

battle lines (ds9):

THIS ONE FUCKED! before getting into the big obvious stuff i actually liked the minor character work it did for bashir - he volunteers to go because "its a slow day 😇" and then proves useful at both flying and repairing the ship, and EVEN got a few rare noncomedic moments in. as much as i love to giggle at this guy i really appreciate they gave him some serious stuff - both wondering if it was ethical to help these people die and then being absolutely disgusted when the folks in question wanted to turn his idea into a weapon for slaughter.

talking to these people is like TALKING TO A WALL. no wonder kira wanted to distance herself from them...and no wonder she recognized herself in them. this whole sitch was practically designed to trigger her ptsd. i love what a great actress she is - she wasn't just crying on cue, she was sobbing with like spit and everything, which is gross, but god damn

more o'brien this episode though imho still not enough. i wanted him to have more stuff to do on ds9. give him something to do!!!

i really really like kai opaka...i'm glad she's not Dead dead but she might as well be. i feel like she's the only kind of person who could get through to those people.

i like where they rolled credits bc it made both of us go DAMN HOLY SHIT aloud but i also wonder what will happen when they go back without the prophet...feels like there'll be hell to pay

TONIGHT, hopefully: tng's "the chase" and ds9's "the storyteller"

#personal #star trek blogging #ds9 lb

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onehundredandeleventropicalfish · 1 year

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So since watching The Sandman on Netflix, I've been struggling to comprehend how exactly Dream works with regards to his realm and also how exactly dream vortexes work. But after thinking about this entirely too much, I've come up with something that makes sense in my head.

So after reading a fanfiction, there was a particular sentence that gave me the idea to think about the Dreaming and Dream in terms of like gravity. You know those pictures of like a sphere causing a dip in a plane as a model for gravity, the theory of gravitation and all that. So I'm thinking that it sort of makes sense that Dream would be like the point in the Dreaming that everything else there revolves around. But also, since Dream is still the Dreaming, everything in the Dreaming that revolves around him by nature of being in his gravitational pull, to differing extents, is still part of him. So Dream is like the highest concentration of Dreams in the Dreaming and so has a gravitational pull.

I thought of this and then realized that it makes even more sense when you consider that he is the prince of stories and I remember in one of your posts, you mentioned that by his nature, he can't help but pull everyone around him into a narrative.

Then I was also thinking about dream vortexes. I don't have quite as developed idea on this, but I was thinking about what Fiddler's Green was saying about reminding everyone that humanity should always be more real to people than dreams. Most of my thoughts on this are very jumbled, but I'll try my best to try to put it into words.

So the reason that Daniel was able to take up the role of Dream of the Endless was because he spent so much time in the Dreaming before he was born. So he was human, alive, and also from the Dreaming. The thought has occurred to me that perhaps a dream vortex could be capable of taking on the role of Dream of the Endless, but that doesn't quite make sense. Then I remembered the bit about destiny defining free will, death defining life, and dreams defining reality. So if dreams define reality, such that reality will always be more real than dreams, then there would be danger in reversing that. So since a dream vortex brings down the walls between dreams, it makes them more real than reality. So of course a dream vortex could not ever take up the role of Dream of the Endless because they are by nature the opposite of Dream. They make reality define dreams by being from the Waking World with the powers that they were born with.

I have no idea if any of this makes sense, and I do only have limited knowledge of the comics due to being unable to get my hands on them yet, hopefully I'll be able to read them soon. I'm well aware of most of the spoilers though. Anyway, I'm sending this ask in hopes that you can make more sense of my thoughts than I can. If this makes no sense at all or I've like missed something in my very scattered understanding of the comics or something, feel free to ignore this or call me an idiot. But I would like to hear your thoughts on this, I quite enjoy reading your meta posts. Idk hopefully this is worth reading.

oh i'd never call anyone an idiot even if i totally disagreed, fiction is what people make of it, whatever that means to them

but yeah i can have a go at straightening this out for you! (or at the very least sharing my own opinion on this stuff)

(i'm, actually also gonna put a readmore on this, bc wow this got long. hopefully interesting though)

so let's start with daniel. he's, yeah, half dream by nature, he says as much. (which, in the comics is due to lyta having such a long gestation in the dreaming, in the show they've explained it as the entire pregnancy was a dream, which honestly i like better and think makes more sense for what he is)

similar to a dream vortex in that he has innate control over some aspects of the dreaming, and can navigate between dreams while asleep

but different in that vortexes are human. (or, you know, in the dcu they have been alien before, but they are of the mortal population, they're not dreams)

(rose as a vortex who is also part endless is the first of her kind, and even that was manufactured)

gilbert's theory on why vortexes exist, is that they remind the endless that the mortals who dream are why dreams exist, not the other way around. they are naturally occuring phenomena, dream has no control over them, and while they pose an inherent tragedy for dream, they are also that humbling force

(i do wonder if something like this exists for all the endless, since death takes human form for one day every century, to remind her why she exists, and that's described as the price she must pay for being the barrier between life and death)

(dream's price is that there has never been a vortex he has not loved, and never one he hasn't had to kill)

daniel, on the other hand, is something new. as far as we know, he's unique, and he's certainly not a natural phenomenon. half human, half dreamstuff. and even then, he didn't ascend to dream in that state - loki murdered his human side. he was fully a dream by the time morpheus died. and daniel's also unique in being an existing being who ascended to endless. we know it can be done, even without the former endless dying - dream asks destruction why he never passed on his sigil, if he didn't want to be destruction anymore. destruction tells him that he didn't want to condemn anyone else to this fate, and the concept of destruction doesn't need a master to exist. but most of the endless are still in their original forms - the only other who isn't is despair

and this is where we get into my own headcanons (though supported by some canon evidence) - we know when an endless dies, that loss leaves a hole in reality that needs to be filled. gravity isn't a bad metaphor honestly, because that's what happened in overture - only one facet of morpheus died somehow, which shouldn't be possible, because he's only one being, just in many different images, it's like saying the you in one particular photo is dead, but the you in every other photo taken of you is still alive. but the universe has to do something with that weird glitch, so it dragged every other facet to where that facet died, to try and get one of them to plug the gap. but once they're there it becomes evident that that wasn't necessary, and also impossible, they're all the same being

and it took me a while to figure out how that happened and what makes that different to when morpheus died for good. but i think the key here is in tales from the sand (the first issue that gives us nada backstory). and it tells the story honestly to what the dream we know remembers. but it's told as a folk tale that has become a rite of passage between the men of a certain tribe. and at the end of that issue, it says this is one version of the story. the way the women tell the story is very different

and i think about how there's a dream for every single species and culture out there. why would dream's story be confined to earth? and what is dream, if not an amalgamation of stories?

so my best guess is that the important story beats, the things that actually hugely affect every single dream, those are consistent across every facet. they all found themselves in some tragedy that let to their death, for example. but the details of the story? those change. it's like translating a story, you can do your best, but you can never get every detail exactly right. the dream of an alien species halfway across the galaxy is not interacting with earth specific people. but they're having similar experiences

(and this means that the kinder nada story exists somewhere. just not from the human dream)

and that's how one facet can die, but it's also the first time a single facet has ever died - normally something like that is a big enough story beat that it should be happening uniformly. but it didn't, this story ended in death where no other story did, and that glitched the universe enough to pull every other facet down the plughole

back to despair, all that considered - i think when an endless dies normally, they will reincarnate, but they have to essentially reincarnate from scratch. it's gonna be like when they first came into being, and it's gonna be messy and a difficult transition (it is said that that was hard on her)

daniel gave dream an opportunity he wouldn't normally have. he puts his duty before everything else, so even if he was pretty suicidal all the way through, he's not gonna do anything that would endanger the dreaming. and his death would do that, because it would take the new dream time to acclimate to their new responsibility, and people would get hurt in the meantime. but daniel is an existing being, who dream can explain things to, give a dreamstone to as a guide. and because he's half dream (and dream's appointed successor, he did that in season of mists), when the universe registers a hole where dream should be, it reaches for the convenient being already present, before it has to resort to forming a new one

all of which is to say - if anything, daniel's kind of the opposite of a vortex. manufactured perfectly to take over the heart of the dreaming while causing as little damage as possible, vs natural phenomenon that if left unchecked will tear the dreaming apart

dream, though. i think dream and vortexes are very alike. like, the whole thing with the heart of the dreaming and that constant debate over what it is, is that the dreaming has a lot of hearts, there is no singular center of gravity. but dream is one. dream's palace is one. fiddler's green is one. and vortexes also become one, once they become active

all of those things drag other dreams and stories and dreamers to them, but most are in stable ways. vortexes are not, and there's nothing dream can do to make them stable. so to the detriment of everyone involved in this situation, they're going to collapse the entire universe into a single dream, getting bigger and bigger with every night they spend asleep

and dream may be stable now. but i don't know if he always was. because he's spent billions of years working on his control, this is something we get in hints throughout the series and something tom sturridge talks about in basically every interview - the amount of power he wields over people's minds, and being literally constructed from the collective subconscious, if he doesn't keep a tight lid on that at all times, it will explode and it will hurt everyone. in the comics whenever something happens that makes him lose a little bit of that control, it immediately impacts the state of the dreaming, and every single person in existence will dream about whatever dream is thinking about

we call him emotionally repressed but to an extent he's got no choice, if he lets himself feel something without his hundreds of layers in the way, everyone else will feel it too. he's pulling them all into the same dream

this may also be why dream appointed daniel rather than letting a new dream form on their own - it's very possible that dream right at the start of his life was very similar to a vortex. less destructive, perhaps, but extremely emotional and easily influenced by anyone around him, and putting those emotions into dreams before he learned how to not do that. and that's not something he wants to inflict on the dreaming

#hopefully this answered at least some of your questions i went on a couple tangents here about things i wanted to talk about #but you're always welcome to send in a more specific ask if you want me to talk about something i missed #the sandman #dream of the endless #daniel hall #sandman comic spoilers #mine #meta #ask

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Hello! Just here to say that I love all of yours and anon's DID Blitzwing related thoughts!! I adore Blitzwing and they're (he?) what got me researching DID again after so long (my little autistic brain loves them <33). I'm not a system (or if I am, everyone else is really well hidden!!), but I love learning about all the things minds are capable of doing to protect themselves and I think it's fascinating - though I know that obviously I'll have some misconceptions so I'm always very happy to learn more :)

Do you have any other ideas/ headcannons about them? I would love to hear them /gen

Oh I'm not infallible either, not a system myself but I am fascinated with psychology (looks at my therapist Ben 10 character). Besides Blitzwing is an interesting character to have DID because they're not human and so with our human (and audience) perception, it can be easy to connect Blitz to DID even if that's not what the TFA writers intended- the added bonus is my intrigue in xenobiology/psychology so... Blitz's the perfect sample for that asjdhgblsjfkl-!

As for headcanons, those may need to be under the cut they got a bit much haha-!

You can take some of these headcanons as little hints towards a canon!Blitzwing, but because I've been rambling with the anons about Bot Experiment Triple-Changers these are kinda more focused on that little au rather than the original-

I like to imagine Random would totally eat organic (non-metal) food if given the chance/no one else fronts to stop him. With the power of fire and ice, he at least has assurances for the others that Random can and will ingest flaming fuel and liquid nitrogen just to get rid of any residue of authentic Italian cuisine. It seems to really be his thing idk- Probably doesn't help that Octane would totally be on his side if she ever fronted (certainly eggs him on when they're both in the headspace).

There's a pretty common headcanon that Blitzwing sculpts, but I like to pin the sculpting hobby onto Hothead because metal sculpting would work far easier with a little heat. As a bonus BETC!Blitz exclusive I like to say that Private actually had a passion for carving, his little area of the headspace decorated with what he remembers making, so Hothead took a little bit of a peak at that and got interested in it's complement; building something from nothing as opposed from revealing something from another something.

And Icy I feel is just really intrigued by alien cultures (that little commentary on how fascinating human cities are like nano-bots WILL NOT ESCAPE ME), perhaps a little more so than being interesting in Cybertron itself. I mean he's not gonna say that OUT LOUD with Decepticons around, but he finds the different ways different planets and different countries ON those planets create homes and lifestyles unique to their own individual circumstance. Astrotrain would feel a kinship to that, considering the bot had previously worked in cargo transport across Cybertron and getting to experience the different cultures of it's citystates, but Astrotrain also understands VERY WELL why Icy might not have the best connection to 'home'.

I also think that, out of the hosts, Hothead is the most affectionate towards Private and despite not having any wings in their headspace, Hothead speaks to Private like an older warframe does to a young(er) war bot. Random when not fronting fucks around with Octane if Astrotrain's covering Private's six, the two of them being chaotic little gremlins that spells disaster for any bot unlucky enough to be around the next time Random fronts with a prank idea. And to round this off if Octane is being the wine aunt to Private (or about as responsibly irresponsible like one), Astrotrain and Icy take a moment to sit and breathe, talking about traveling and other more silent contemplations.

And I think that might be all from the top of my head? Only saw this ask about nearly 12 hours after the timestamp says I got it so hopefully you weren't waiting to long asjdhfgaslkfkl-! But nah, I love Blitzwing, just needed to sit on my thoughts haha-

#ask #nerdylittleguy #blitzwing #tfa blitzwing #octane #tfa octane #astrotrain #tfa astrotrain #because though they are alters they are introjects based on other BETCs blitzwing was surrounded with #transformers #tfa #BETCs #bot experiment triple changers #maccadam #i realised in making this headcanons that i totally just gave blitz an extra 3 alts #totally unintended but i guess pairing a canon alt to a BETCs alt helped a little with headcanoning lmao #a little part of me is debating on whether random actually ate bots or not-#i mean war doesn't bring out the best in people and if mr teeth over here is a unicron demon what will stop him #on the other hand- don't wanna make random make blitzwing's system a stereotype #i mean i already have thoughts about mal total drama who kicked mike squad's representation into the mud #but if that was the random headcanon i'd probably have to give icy and hothead a headcanon of equal theme to prevent whiplash #which would have made the post probably not a fun little headcanon page #but here is the return of BETCs octane and astrotrain-#featuring 'god forbid women do anything' octane and 'what's in your chassis (cargo)' astrotrain

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20 Questions for Fic Writers

I was tagged for this by @shark-myths: thank you so much for the tag, i had a lot of fun with this!! <33

tagging: @luckyfinn72, @spirallingstarcases, @abovetherainandroses, @vampylily :) no pressure, just for fun!

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1. How many works do you have on AO3?

Only 10, but im definitely gonna increase that number if possible lol

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

34,287. I mostly write really short oneshots but im working on a few chaptered fics that i plan on finishing in the (hopefully near) future

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Fall Out Boy currently, I’ve written a few All Time Low fics (and im hoping to write more). I used to write a LOT in the umbrella academy fandom, but none of my fics from there are on ao3– and im not too inclined to share them since they were written years ago. I’ve dabbled in a few more fandoms between then and now (pjo, omori, etc) but fob is the first fandom that’s stuck with me in a while.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

In order:

better off as lovers (and not the other way around)

my heart is on my sleeve

burn it up all night

chekov’s cat

(we’re) falling apart to triple time

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

I do!!! I try to, at least- i love getting comments so much, they make me so happy. I hoard them like a dragon. I personally love it when authors respond to my comments— it means that they liked what i thought. I like knowing that i can touch people in some kind of way. so it makes me really happy when i can do that for others

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I don’t really write much angst— i used to ONLY write angst but now i write mainly fluff with happy endings. planning on some darker stuff later, though. I haven’t written angst in like two years but I guess I’d say the angstiest fic i have- on ao3, anyway- is prrrrrobably burn it up all night.

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

well, everything else, I guess. i really like the ending of chekov’s cat— not only did i have fun writing it but it’s kind of a very open ending.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

nope. I hope to maintain that nope but whatever happens happens

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

I do not. I’m a minor so i feel kind of uncomfortable writing it but I’m not bothered reading it as long as it’s not too hardcore porn

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

I haven’t written a crossover yet, but I have some ideas for some good ones.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Nope, not that I know of

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Also nope, but if someone asked me to I’d definitely say yes! the fact that someone liked your fic enough to translate it into their own language or interpretation is really like, the hugest compliment ever.

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

Actually, I have, several times— the first fic I wrote ever was actually co-written with my friend. we were in middle school. It was a wings of fire self insert, because we were hilariously cringe. ive also co-written some umbrella academy with my best friend— she was the one who got me into fic writing for real, I owe her everything! and I hope to collaborate with @luckyfinn72 at some point in the near future— we’ve been talking about doing a collab on an ATL fic.

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

oh boy uhh. I don’t really know, actually. I write a lot of peterick but I feel like I can’t say that they’re my favorite— because they’re not. I love to write their dynamic because it’s a lot of fun, but I feel like ultimately I don’t really have a favorite; ships I get invested in come and go frequently.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

In 2020, I began writing this story called Run, Boy, Run. It was a five hargreeves tua angst fic about five’s time in the apocalypse. I liked it a lot at the time, and I always wanted to finish it, but I never got around to it, and whenever I go to the doc I don’t know what to say. So I don’t think I’m going to finish it now, but I really wish I had back when I was more active in the fandom. it’s posted on my FIRST first blog, back before I made @blurrycow, but i don’t remember the url much less where the fic is.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Hm. I’m still kind of new to fic writing, in terms of everything— I only really started writing two years ago, and I only started posting this year. I’m improving, and I’m getting better, but I feel like there’s not much I can pin down as a definite strength at the moment. I guess I’m pretty good at dialogue; making it feel natural.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

FINISHING A FIC. god. I SUCK at finishing stuff. I have twelve unfinished wips open on my chromebook as we speak. I’m not consistent in my writing style, I change tenses a lot, I’m lacking in writing feelings and descriptors, I’m bad at keeping the careful balance between dialogue and action. To be honest— I’m not a good writer. But I’m getting better, and I’m still young and also generally pretty new to fandom, so ive got all the time in the world to make it better.

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

I’ve considered it but I feel like itd come out unnatural or sounding dumb. I don’t want someone fluent in the language to be like ‘they wouldn’t fucking say that’ either, so there’s that

19. First fandom you wrote for?

wings of fire, the one fic i wrote with my friend in middle school. also, before i learned abt ao3 i handwrote a 30 page splatoon self insert fanfic that i keep in a folder in my closet

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

I don’t know. Usually I just post them when they’re done whether i like them or not because at least they’re done, right? My most kudosed fics are not my favorites. i guess i really like chekov’s cat. I had a lot of fun with the plot of that one.

#toby speaks #tag game #this was so lovely to recieve thank you!! :)

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sy5starplaty · 1 year

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My 3.07 “Strings That Bind Us” liveblog...

Cranberries’ "Dreams” to start us off? Okay.

Why does Jamie pulling Roy's bike along (in a pink sweatshirt & shorts no less) feel like the most obvious next step in their dynamic after "Sunflowers"?

More Jade-Nate stuff...

And Jack is totally being Keeley's "sugar daddy"... so it won't last.

I love Chef Simi. Still can't tell if this is a shipping situation or not... but obviously not siblings.

Barbecue sauce induced hallucination... okay. I'll accept that.

ASH! I always forget his name. I shall now refer to him as Cool Hat Guy.

They're still calling him Van Damme?

Nate got Siri to call him Wunderkind? lol

EVERYONE CONNECTED TO EPSTEIN? GET AWAY FROM HER NOW KEELEY! NOW!

Okay... needed a warning for that puke-a-thon.

They are NOT going to last. Those are NOT green flags, Keeley.

Rebecca talking about Rupert lovebombing her with a CAR... exact thing he did with Nate.

Beard Kitman is... actually kinda accurate. And Coach Will Beard is FANTASTIC.

"This is yummy. What is this?" "Water."

lol... I'm gonna need a spinoff with Will Beard.

Oh, K/J are so over.

OF COURSE IT'S ROY'S IDEA. Boy needs some joy in his life right now. I gotta say... We need this technique in ALL FOOTBALL CODES.

Hm... Not sure if that'll work Nate. But it's the thought that counts.

J: "It better be amazing!" (what you do for me, compared to all the lavishness I've bestowed upon you... and if it sucks... well, you know who has all the POWER in this relationship don't you?) RED FLAG RED FLAG

And... okay, yeah. Thoughts count. Words do too.

Yikes. Sorry Sam. I mean, you were right to call him a bigot, but that was playing with fire. Let's just be thankful it wasn't a fire, yeah? :|

Oh, that working/marching song thing... I know it, but I can't remember where it's from.

Sam rightfully swearing! And then crying in his HUGE daddy's arms.

"Big whoop"? Sam's dad is Ted! And they get on very well... brilliant.

But they were all coordinated and stuff in the locker room!

Heh... love that the 3 pub guys are so so calm about the team’s performance.

Poor Roy... making puns while Ted talks.

ASS-SQUATCH "Make it stop" ... No, it's awesome.

Lol... pre-emptive bird flips.

JAMIE! YOU'RE BECOMING THE BEST YOU CAN BE! YOU'RE BETTER THAN ZAVA, BOY. Damn, I can't believe I'm proud of him (again - I was proud of him in 2.03 but that wasn't as a footballer).

Arlo: "That was bloody gorgeous!" Yes, it was.

Yeah, knew they wouldn't win. But they didn't let Arsenal get anymore goals, so there's that.

And... TRENT! He's excited about football again! Well, about The Lasso Way.

"Yeah, but he's our dork." :D

Aw, they're not over yet? Damn. But it still feels likely. If she doesn't have Epstein connections, SHE JOKED ABOUT HAVING EPSTEIN CONNECTIONS. That's not a good thing! Unless her Epstein is not that Epstein... in which case, who's the other famous Epstein?

THE TEAM CAME TOGETHER TO HELP OUT SAM & HIS RESTAURANT.

Keep the mirrors as they are? I get the idea, Sam, but you gotta at least cover those shards with something. IT'S A SAFETY HAZARD.

And since... Ted & Rebecca did not share a scene AT ALL... I guess I'm just shipping Sam with Simi?

Yeah, not looking positive re: tedbecca here, so I’ll wait till 3.08 to either resurrect my shipper-self or bury it. This episode was more about the team - with added Nate & Keeley’s storylines - so I get there wasn’t really any room for tedbecca stuff. They didn’t even focus that much on Ted. But now the team is kinda working like a well-oiled machine again... I think they’ll be able to return to the main ships & their individual journeys to find their way [back] to each other.

Hopefully.

#Ted Lasso spoilers #Ted Lasso 3.07 #Ted Lasso #nothing interesting... except maybe my thoughts at the end.#tedbecca #Just for the end thoughts - I want to believe

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kay-elle-cee · 6 months

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Last day?!? Oh how time flies! Please don’t mind me being late to this, but it’s better late than never, right?

First I wanted to say, Congratulations on this milestone that you received. It just shows how many hearts you’ve touched across the world with your writing and personality! I’m always happy to read your stories, and of course the angsty ones are my absolute favorite, your writing is very addicting. I hope you know that I appreciate all the effort you put into your stories, and behind the scenes takes on the characters.

It never ceases to amaze me, with the amount of talent and passion you have when you write your stories. Each story you write is special in its own way, and I’ve already told you which are my favorites, and as always IBFIBG will have a special place in my heart, no matter what. If one day you decide to step away from writing for any reason at all, I hope you know the impact that you have not only on myself but also on each and everyone of your followers/subscribers.

I hope you continue doing what you love to do. You have probably received many congratulations and hopefully receive many more, I just wanted to share how much I appreciate you not only as an author but as a person as well. I feel as though people seem to forget that behind every name there is a person, and your name will always be special and one that I look forward to seeing each time I go on Tumblr or A03. Your writing is truly captivating and I hope you know that even if you are unhappy with your stories for whatever reason, someone out there is falling in love with the stories you chose to share.

Now for the asks, both game/TSwift

Getting to know your fic writer:

#61) Why do you continue writing fics?

#24) Worst writing advice anyone has given you?

TSwift Song lyric game:

#31) This is me swallowing my pride (Only if you want to of course, no pressure)

Hopefully you’ve been getting enough rest. If not, feel free to hold off on responding to this until you get some much needed r&r. I’m happy to have read one of your Jilymicro fics while I was scrolling through Tumblr. I hope you never doubt your abilities when it comes to writing, because there are a lot of people who care for you, and love seeing you on their dash, including me of course. I wanted to send this before I head off to work, again congrats, you deserve all the recognition that you deserve and then some.

Nena I'm gonna cry over here, you are so lovely and I hope you know how much I enjoy seeing YOU on my tumblr/discord/ao3. <3333

For someone who's written over 200k words this year, I fear I can't find the right ones to fully respond to all your kindness except thank you, I appreciate you, and thank you again <333333. I'm so happy (and baffled) that people continue to read my little scenarios and feel affected by them. I know I've said I've been a little burnt out lately, but I don't plan on stepping away (in a permanent capacity) any time soon. Just need a little R&R (if I could actually make myself stop and rest, that would be GREAT lol).

I know I've already tagged you in your prompt (here on ao3), so now for your questions!

#61) Why do you continue writing fics? I enjoy it, and I keep. getting. ideas. 😅 I remember when I was finishing up restless waves rise and fall I was like "oh man I only have like 4 other ideas....what happens if I run out?" and let's just say that is 1000% not a problem anymore. Now my problem is "how can I get through all these ideas before something in RL demands my undivided focus?" which might account for why I've been SO active this year.

I talk about how I work in a creative field, and that's true, but I don't get to create from scratch, and fic scratches that itch. And it's totally at my whim! No client briefs to meet, no writing to rigidly fit what other people expect, just....whatever the fuck I want.

#24) Worst writing advice anyone has given you? "Write what you know." I think that's fine advice to get your feet wet, but if we all did that, I think ao3 would be boring as hell 😅. That's not to say if it works for you, don't do it—if writing what you know is what works, great! But for me, I had to break out of that mindset to really start writing some of my favorite things.

Thank you again, Nena! I appreciate you so much! <3

#asked and answered #Nena-96

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not take ALL THE TIME to reply,,, (well not more than a week cause i might be worried) but i totally see that for Zuko and I applaud for your vision. I'm personally a spiteful cold edge snarky person with a smidge of hot headedness so i would relate more for the reader. I think the combo would be perfect 100%

as for sleeping bag you are right.... my only thought now it's either maybe the reader has a bigger bag because "it's a water tribe thing" or something like that OR share the same tent instead

im also thinking a maybe one sentimental night kind of ordeal (if theyw ere to share the same tent) like a either one of them wakes up for a breath of fresh air then the other wakes up to check up on them (cliche i know). if it were zuko being the person to wake up then maybe before the reader goes out to find Zuko they have conflicting thoughts about checking on him cause their still somewhat "hating" him,,, thoughts like

"Maybe he went to go take a wazz.... nah probably still hungry and is trying to steal my LEFTOVER SOUP.... wait no i would've heard the clanking sounds.... he doesn't sound close at all.... wait what if he's in trouble?? what if he's HURT,,,, hold on he's a firebender he should be fin- wait why am i thinking so hard about this. AHHHHHHHHH fuck it i'm gonna go check on him, i can't sleep knowing where the fuck he is and aang is gonna air bend me to space if anything happens to his only fire bending master"

OOOOOO also at some point (even though this already happened with toph kind of but whatever) maybe in the period where they start to question their feelings and stuff Zuko accidentally burns her hand? i'm thinking like maybe he was thrown off by something she said while putting more heat into the fire pit while she's stirring the pot or something and accidentally makes the fire bigger? thus burning her hand? something like that THEN OUT OF PANIC he runs over to her and grabs her hands and they get this AWKWARD "OH MY GOD THEIR CLOSE TO ME" moment and yeah

I apologize... to the followers who see these walls of texts,,,, im just a very shy person ,,,,,hyguhhh ALSO I HAVE NO WORKT EH NEXT 3 DAYS SO I WILL BE MORE ACTIVE and hopefully have more ideas then <3

HI HELLO! I check tumblr pretty much daily, and asks show up in my phone’s notifications, so I’ll reply as soon as I see them. The only times I’m really away for long periods of time is when I’m either really busy or have really bad writer’s block, which I actually did have before this request, haha. But even then, I usually glance at tumblr. Either way, you won’t have to worry about me vanishing.

The tent thing is great, I love that. They should totally be forced to share a tent. I do like the accidentally burning thing as well, since reader is a waterbender and can also heal herself. It could be a good opening to break down the walls between them. He’s fussing over her burn and they start to open up to each other a little bit. Could be good. 👀

Hahahaha my followers (of which there are way more than I ever expected to have now, we’re nearing 1K) know what they signed up for when they followed me, I’m known to post random bullshit related to whatever I’m fixated on, but I don’t think they’ve ever seen me liveblog the plotting of a story with an anon. They’re all sweethearts, though, and I treasure each and every one of them. They’re why I do what I do, I love writing and creating things people really enjoy.

I also have nearly 2k words written of the first chapter, and it’s going swimmingly. Not done yet, it’ll probably end up being maybe around 5-6k words? And that’s just the first chapter. Jesus, this thing is gonna be long, but it’s okay, I’m having fun.

Oooh! Exciting! Having time off work is always nice. I kind of had time off this last week because I had Covid, but that just made me get cabin fever really fast. Anyway, I look forward to the ideas coming through. I’ll definitely be around in the coming days, so don’t worry about that. I’m a college student, so I do have class from Tuesday to Thursday, but I’ll have plenty of time to write and chat about the story. I always have my phone on me, so don’t worry. I’ve grown to anticipate receiving asks from you anyway. :)

#starry speaks #my writing #not a fanfic #anon asks #friendly fire #black sun anon #that’s what I’m calling you now #if that’s okay #avatar zuko #avatar #avatar the last airbender #atla zuko #atla #zuko #zuko x reader #prince zuko #I’m sleepy I’m going to bed now #send more asks when you can! I’ve grown quite fond of you

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a-swiss-and-a-spaniard · 7 months

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Twenty Questions for Fic Writers

Thanks for thinking of me @yoellglia ! I had fun reading your answers and even more so trying to answer myself :)

1. How many works do you have on A03?

Jeez, should I consider both of my accounts? Let's do it, why not.

I have 12 fics in total. 7 for Tennis RPF and 5 for the DC Universe.

2. What's your total A03 word count?

37,211 words combined. Ngl, I thought it would be less than that as there are only two multi-chaptered fics and the rest are one-shots. Hopefully, I'll add some more words in the upcoming months :)

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Currently, I only write Tennis RPF. I've been toying with a few ideas for the Good Omens fandom, but I haven't opened a new doc yet. And I used to write for the DC Universe, but I haven't done that in ages.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

(I’m gonna keep this Tennis RPF only bc this blog is tennis themed)

Waking in the Night Light: Fedal share their first kiss in a parking lot.

A New Target: Fedal have sex in the locker room.

Moonlight in Paris: Rafa goes to Roger's hotel room.

Strawberry & Dulce de Leche: Roger and Rafa get ice cream.

Somewhere or Other: Fedal phone call.

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

Yes yes yes! At least I try to. Although more often than not I get the notification, reply in my head, then forget to actually write back, and I'm too embarrassed to answer if more than a week has gone by… so apologies for that. That doesn't mean I don’t appreciate every single comment I have ever gotten, they always make my day in fact.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Mmh… perhaps Moonlight in Paris. It's not angst per se but it does have an overall sense of uncertainty.

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

Strawberry & Dulce de Leche, definitely. Rafa's joy at the possibility of Roger going to his birthday party is everything.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

No, thankfully. I’m glad I haven't unlocked that side of fandom yet.

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

I do, but I consider myself a newbie at it (smut writers, pls teach me your ways).

Generally speaking, I prefer it when smut has a little plot. It doesn't have to be anything complicated or serious, I just need a bit of a story behind what's happening for it to feel more organic. I also like it when the focus is on the emotional aspect of it, though descriptive can be nice as well. And I don't mind wordy smut as longs as it doesn't mess with the flow.

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

Nope, and I'm not a big fan of those tbh

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Story time! Yes 💀 Although it wasn't the whole thing, just a fragment. The fic in question was None but the Lonely Heart for the DCEU. And I only found out bc a lovely person left a comment on my fic, letting me know what had happened and the link to the other fic. I checked and the writer had indeed literally copied and pasted one of my scenes, they'd just changed the names of the characters. So I reached out to the AO3 team and they took care of everything.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

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

No. Stef and I had an idea for a Fedal fic, but who knows if we'll ever get to actually write it lol

14. What's your all time favourite ship?

I don't think I have one, really. I would say my main ones/the ones I keep coming back to are Fedal (Roger Federer/Rafael Nadal) and Superbat (Superman/Batman). Though right now I've been reading almost exclusively Ineffable Husbands (Aziraphale/Crowley), so it mostly depends on my hyperfixation at the time

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

Oof, that might be a Superbat (long) fic set post BvS, where resurrected Clark has lost his powers (and the sun seems to actually make him sick now), so Bruce helps him to get back on his feet and of course they fall in love in the process. I have the whole thing outlined, sheets of dialogues and a couple of scenes already fleshed out, but I took a break from the fandom bc it was draining me out. Idk, maybe one day I'll get back to it. I mean, never say never and all that, but it's looking highly improbable right now

16. What are your writing strengths?

I think I'm good at setting the tone of scenes, be it fluffy, angsty, whatever.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I tend to write in long, long sentences. Seriously, you should see my drafts, sometimes a whole paragraph can be a single sentence. I don't know if it's due to my Spanish hard-wired brain or what, but I’m working on breaking things up a bit more.

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

I love it! But you need to make sure readers will still get the message through context, so I think it's best to stick to single words and/or common phrases. Unless, of course, you want to leave your character (and thus your readers) feeling confused.

I do it often when I’m writing Rafa and it's part of the reason I love writing him so much.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

DC Universe

20. Favourite fic you've written?

Tough question… can I say an unpublished one? I have this sort of introspection/character study of Domi, his struggles coming back on tour after the wrist injury and dealing with all the ups and downs. There's not a story to it per se, like I'm not trying to get him from A to B. It's just a dive into his mind, where it gets kinda dark real quick, and it's unlike what I usually go for in tennis fics (fluff), so I've been enjoying the challenge of getting out of my comfort zone there

#fic writing #tag game #about me

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Chapter 9: Best Laid Plans

Daniel gets a bit more than he bargained for on his walk with Jack and Nico...

October 18th, 2042

“Alright Danny,” Nico called out to me as we started our walk down the trail. “So, Jack filled me in on what’s goin on while you were eatin breakfast. I see you fancy yourself a lady’s man, huh?”

I just.. Stared at her. “Don’t do that, you don’t talk like that.”

“What?? Come on man! I just wanna help my best friend find the love of his life.”

“We’ve talked a total of one whole time. Look, I appreciate what you’re… what I think you’re trying to do. Sure, Leah may be… beautiful and.. super cool and… ah, anyway, my point is, I just met her for the first time yesterday! I can’t be going off trying to be all suave and shit, that’s not how that works!”

“Well hell, Daniel, why not? This is the time of our lives where we’re supposed to be doin stuff like that man! Goin out, discoverin who we are! Dating, or, whatever!”

I shot a glance at Jack, who seemed to recoil into himself. God, there was no way I was taking dating advice from either of these two.

“So quit bein a bitch! You aren’t gonna gain anything if you just sit around waitin for it to happen! You gotta make it happen!”

I let out a chuckle, “Yeah, well, as much as I appreciate the speech, I don’t have time for a girlfriend anyway. I’ve got a lot goin on. Like.. finding Maria.”

I could feel the tension in the air as soon as I said her name. They missed her just as much as I did. I knew that well enough. Hell, you’d almost think she was their sister too with the way we all got on so well. As much as she was a pain in my ass, I’d give anything to see her come home.

“Danny,” Nico put a hand on my shoulder, “I don’t wanna sound pessimistic. I wanna find her too, but…”

“Nico. Please,” I didn’t want a repeat of the conversation Cyrus and I had the other night. Not now. “Can we just… focus on something else, please?” The last thing I wanted was to start a fight, especially with Nico.

Nico just solemnly nodded, “Yeah. Okay. I just want you to know that, you ain’t alone lookin. I’m sure Jack would agree, if you need help, you can always come to us about anything. Hell, I’ll sneak out the house in the middle of the night if it means bringin that little rascal home.”

Jack just nodded, “Yeah, what Nico said. Writing her off as dead never sat right with me. I get why they did it but something about the whole situation felt… off.”

“It was weird!” I actually got a bit excited knowing they were on my side about the whole thing. “And, a few weeks ago, I found a receipt from this cafe not too far from our house. It was stuffed in our mailbox! At first, I thought nothing of it, except for the weird M on it. So I took it inside, and after a bit of digging, it was her handwriting!”

“Whoa,” Jack was dumbfounded, clearly written all over his face, “But wait a sec, she was able to make it to your house and put that in your mailbox? Why didn’t she come to you to say anything?”

“Maybe someone was watchin her,” Nico chimed in, “Maybe she only had a small amount of time and.. Did the only thing she could think to do. Maybe she just took a leap of faith.”

“Hopefully her faith wasn’t misplaced,” I mumbled, taking in a breath to try and calm myself down, “But the weirdest thing… I went to check the place out, and it was burned to the ground! Not to mention, some creepy dude started talkin to me… Said somethin about not knowing what sorts of shady characters are out there. He gave me bad vibes.”

“You don’t think…?”

“I dunno, Nico,” I admitted, “Maybe he took her… maybe, I actually ran into the guy who took Maria that day… and if that’s the case… how close is she? Is she still in Stratos?”

“If she is,” Jack put his hand on my shoulder, “We’ll find her. Maybe we can use that computer we found in the junkyard! We should give it a more thorough look, who knows what we missed? Maybe we’ll get lucky and there’s gonna be like.. A bunch of cameras or something.”

“That sounds like wishful thinking on the camera part, but that’s a good start!” I could feel my blood starting to pump. This was happening… things were getting exciting! Could I really… Could WE really find Maria?

“Hell yeah! We’re gonna be detectives!” Nico sounded excited about the idea. “When we get back, we’ll check it out! Start lookin over things we might’ve missed!” But then she started to look around. “Uh oh… I think we might’ve strayed too far from camp. Maybe we should head back.”

Jack and I both looked around. Damn, had we been walking for that long already? We both mumbled in agreement as we started to make our way back toward camp. We’d have time to plan out the finer details later anyway, right?

Things were really looking up for us. Maria, I swear, I’m bringing you home. That’s a promise.

I took a look over the edge of the trail we walked on. The ravine was pretty deep, and a little imposing from this angle. I wondered if I’d even survive a fall from that height.

“Daniel, watch where you’re walking!” I heard Nico’s voice before I heard the sound of cracking dirt under my feet.

And the ground.. gave out.

#Hero's Dawn Arc #Daniel POV

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