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gurilihi · 2 years ago

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Michael Afton x fem!Reader

Hey there guys! This is my first ever fanfiction I published somewhere, so don't expect too much, but I had this idea for a while and the guts to share it. Keep in mind that english isn't my native language, so sincerest apologies for any grammar or spelling mistakes (althought I reread it a thousand time)

Written in 3rd pov, texts are in Michael's pov

Word count: ~4500

Warning: reader described as female, she/her pronouns used, slight angst by the end, cursing, reader has some piercings (😏) (sorry for anyone who doesn't), underage drinking, other than that wholesome fluff and crack /I apologise if I missed something/

I have some ideas so if you'd like a part two, or maybe even make this into a fluffy series then let me know!

Hope you enjoy! <3

"I'm leaving!" Y/n shouted back to her mom, who was also getting ready to leave for work. She shut the door behind herself, starting the 20 minute walk to the city's attraction, Freddy Fazbear's Mega Pizzaplex, owned by the one and only William Afton and Henry Emily. 'Why am I doing this again?' she tought to herself as she neared the doors, showing her ID to the security guard and entering after he nodded and opened the doors for her, saying a quick 'Have a nice shift, kiddo', then letting go of the automatic door. She went straight to the owner's office, hoping for instructions. She knocked, hearing a quiet 'Come in' and stepping in the office, getting face to face with the infamous Mr. Afton. "Good morning Mr. Afton. I'm here for the summer job we've talked about." She stepped closer as the purple suited man stood up from his desk.

"Ah, yes. Y/n Wenner, I assume? Let me show you arround and tell you what your job is going to be." He said, a friendly smile plastered on his face as he walked towards the girl, placing his hand on her upper back and leading her out of the office and around the building. "So if I'm not wrong, you know my son." He glanced at the girl, raising one of his eyebrows in a questioning manner.

"Michael? Oh yeah, we're classmates but we don't talk that much." She lied, hoping to get away without further questioning.

"Is that so? That's unfortunate. I'm sure you two would get along well." He offered as they stopped in front a restaurant on the third floor. Oh, if only he knew."Well, we're here. You're going to be taking the orders of the guests and serving them if needed. Noel will give you further instructions and your uniform." She nodded as a man, possibly in his late 20's, walked out of El Chip's. "That's it for now. If you have any questions or problems, you're welcome in my office anytime." And with that, he walked away, probably going back to whatever he was doing before. Y/n turned to Noel, who welcomed her with a slight smile.

"Well, welcome to the Pizzaplex. Here's your uniform-" He handed her a black bottom-up, the facility's name embroided on it in neon colors and black suit pants with a black belt. "and you can change in the back in the staff room and also put your stuff down there. Here's a key." She nodded, taking the key and mumbling a 'Thanks' before disappearing into the staff rooms.

The first day wasn't as bad as she expected it to be. She only had one Karen to deal with, regardless of the size and popularity of the building. She'll only have to work as a waitress in the first two weeks, as William told her. When she arrived home, she went straight for the bathroom, showering, then laying down on her bed, trying to get some sleep before her next shift.

Next day, same rutine, same building, same door, same security guard. Same uniform, cleaning everything until it was spotless before opening and serving costumers. Repeating it over and over again. She mentally prepared herself for the costumer as she walked out from her break, tying her hair up. She walked up to the booth where two smaller kids were sitting, another person -probably their dad or older brother- sitting opposite of them, his back facing Y/n as she neared the table. She turned so she could look at all of them, forcing a smile on her face which almost got wiped off when she faced the kids' brother.

"Hi, welcome to El Chip's, what can I get for you?" She said how she usually did, not letting the surprise show in her voice. I mean- it is their dad's place aftet all. Michael looked up at Y/n and seemed to think for a moment before looking her up and down.

"What are you doing here?"

"Summer job. It pays well. But not for chit-chat, so may I get your order?" She clicked on her pen, taking the little notebook from her pocket and flipping a page, waiting patiently, just as Noel teached her. Michael looked back down at his siblings expectingly, but not getting an answer as they only stared up at Y/n.

"Evan? Lizzy? Are you listening?"

"Mikey, she has rings in her mouth!" Elizabeth pointed up at the snake bites piercings in the teenage girl's lips, turning to his older brother and bouncing a little in her seat. "Like you!"

"Yes, now- you know what, we'll just take..." he glanced at the menu. "Two kid's menus with ketchup and a medium grilled cheese salad with extra barbeque." He held his forehead and sighed.

"-Extra barbeque... Noted. Any drinks?"

"No, thanks." He waved her off.

"Okay. I'll be right back." She wavered off, going in the kitchen area and telling the order to a cook-bot. Michael stared at her as she walked to another table with a family of six, noticing the annoyed expression on her face before repainting it for a smile. He placed his head in the palm of his hand, his elbow keeping it up as he observed the girl.

"Mikey?" Came the small voice of his little brother. He sighed, turning to Evan, who was squeezing the life out of his fredbear plush, only humming back in a questioning way. "Who is she?"

"Yeah, Mikey, who is she? You seem to like her!" Michael's eyes widened as he immediately shushed his sister, looking around if the girl in question heard it.

"Can you two please keep it down?!" He wisper-shouted at them, leaning over the table a little. "She's just one of my classmates, and no, I don't like her like that!"

"But you mentioned a girl to Dad before."

"Yes, because we worked on a group project together with others and hung out once or twice with the group, but nothing more!" Evan and Elizabeth remained silent after that, patiently waiting for their food to arrive, while Michael scribbled on a piece of paper, glancing up from time to time at the girl speedwalking between tables. He quickly looked back down at his paper and put it away when he noticed the girl walking back to their table with all four plates stacked on her arms, holding the little freddy charms in her right hand before handing one to each kid.

"Two kids' menus with ketchup and a medium grilled cheese salad with extra barbeque sause."

"Yes, thank you." He glanced at his siblings expectingly before clearing his throat. They snapped their heads up before smiling up at Y/n.

"Thank you!" They said at the same time.

"Good. Now eat before Monty gets here and eats you instead!" He made a roaring sound in the direction of poor Evan, who digged his face in his plush. Lizzy just shook her head and turned to the older girl.

"Boys will be boys." Y/n chuckled at the little girl's humor, patting her head.

"You couldn't be more right." She smiled, turning to Micheal, who was messing up his little brother's hair. "Bon Appetit! And just call if you want something." And with that she walked away, grabbing more plates and placing it on the right tables. The kids started eating, but Michael took out his phone, reading the messages his friends sent in the groupchat.

"Who are you talking to?" Michael didn't answer his sister, just put his phone away and started eating.

Before Y/n could've known, she was already getting ready to head home on Friday and go to the party.

"Bye Noel! I'm going home!" She shouted as she headed out of the staff room.

"Bye kiddo! Have a nice weekend!" He waved at her as all the cook-bots looked up from what they were doing, all of them saying a quick "Bye Y/n" in uninion, which earned a slight giggle and a wave back from the girl. On her way out she ran into Foxy as usual, giving him a high-five and a friendly smile. Pirate Cove was always one of her favourite things in the Freddy Fazbear foodchain, aspecially since there usually wasn't many, if any children running around the enthusiastic fox animatronic. While she walked she messaged the groupchat, saying that she got off her shift and asking what the address was again, which turned out to only be one of her friends' house. When she got home, she immediately ran up to her room to change, packing only the neccesary things in her little backpack, quitely slipping in a bottle of vodka next to her phone's charger, change of clothes, pajamas appaerently as it was aquired by Jeremy, and wallet.

"I'm leaving and I'm taking my motor!" She shouted at her mom, closing the door after grabbing her motor's key. She went in their garage, taking her helmet and pushing the motorbike out, closing the garage and hopping on the vehicle, speeding off to her friend's house. When she arrived at the large house, she leaned the motor to the wall, ringing the bell. Jeremy opened the door after a minute. He was holding his phone in his other hand, an annoyed expression darking his face. "'Sup! What's with the sour face?"

"Greetings, Y/n. Mike just messaged me his car broke down, so he has to walk."

"Ask him where's he. I'll pick him up. Do you have a spare helmet?" Jeremy shoke his bead as he looked down at his phone, typing a text. "Then he'll use mine. Did he answer?" Jess and Oliver came down the stares, standing behind Jack. "Hey Ols, Hi Jess!" She waved at the pare.

"He's at the city courthouse. I told him to wait there, we're coming to get him."

"And by we, you mean me." Y/n glared and the shorter boy.

"Of course, you two have to confess your love sometime." He turned around, slamming the door after saying a quick "drive safe".

"Fucking srimp." She turned around starting back up her bike and driving off to the courthouse. It was a 15 minute drive and when she slowed down in front of the bulding, she saw Michael's figure sitting down on the staires. She stopped in front of him on the road, taking off her helmet. "Hop on whimp, they're waiting for us." He looked up, placing his phone in his bag and standing up.

"So this is what Jeremy meant by "we"." He stopped in front of the girl, not yet taking the helmet she was offering.

"Yeah, get on with it if you don't want to walk." She streched out her arm more, gesturing for him to finally take the helmet.

"Where's yours?"

"I only have one and passenger safety first, so will you stop whining and take the fucking helmet before I leave you here?" He huffed, accepting it and following her in sitting on.

"Since when do you have a motorbike anyway?"

"God, you do not stop asking questions, do you?" She started the bike, already driving back to the house. "Hold on to something. I wouldn't want a pretty boy like you to fell off."

"I might well just say that it's hot that you ride a bike if we're here." He smirked, carefully placing his hands right above her waist, trying not to invade her space too much.

"I'd say that it's not the only thing that I'm riding, but that would be lie." She bickered back when they stopped at a red light.

"We could change that." He slid his hands a bit lower, testing the waters. "You just have to say so, princess."

"Keep your hands and cheesy nicknames for yourself for now." She rolled her eyes, just as a car rolled up next to them, a young looking male rolling down the window and shamelessly staring at Y/n. Michael turned his head in the man's direction, squeezing her waist a little in a warning manner. She looked back at her passenger before following his gaze. Just as she looked at the car's rolled down window, the driver whistled.

"Hey there, doll. How about you drop that asshole down and pull over to give me your number?" She rolled her eyes, preparing to speed away from the catcaller.

"That asshole is my brother and the only number you'll be getting from me is thr number on your hospital bills if you don't shut up, bitch." She flipped him off and looked both way before continuing to drive.

"Why did you say I was your brother?" Michael asked after a minute of deafening silence between them.

"If I said you were my boyfriend he wouldn't have left us alone and we would be followed still. Catcallers tend to be more scared of a brother than a boyfriend. But your surprised face probably bailed on us." She chuckled, slowing as they entered the familiar neighbourhood.

"How many times do you get catcalled on a regular day?" He asked coutiously, softening on his grip.

"When I dress casually then usually zero. Revealing clothes are a bit different though but it still depends of what type of a guy I'm passing by." She explained. The boy behind her nodded, thinking a little.

"What type of guy I am?"

"That's a thing only you know." She stopped the vehicle, letting Mike get off first, then herself before turning to him. "But if you ask for my opinion, then I'm honest when I say that you look like a dick at first sigh, but I trust you to walk with you in a dark alleyway at night and dress like a slut and I wouldn't get called out on it or stared at one bit." She ran her fingers through her hair. "You're a nice guy Mike, any girl would be lucky to have a respectful partner like you." She smiled up at him, then walked to the door. Michael was just standing there, eyes wide and his cheeks reddening. He shook the strange feeling off, trying to slow down his pounding heart and followed her in the house. "We're back!"

"Good God, I thought you two pulled over to fuck or something. What took so long?" George shufled out of the kitchen, holding a bowl of chips. Y/n grimaced, taking a piece of the snack.

"We thought about it but we came to the conclusion that Jeremy's bed is probably confier." Michael shrugged, taking the house keys. "I'll go, put your bike in the garage."

"Thanks." George waited until the tall boy shut the door before elbowing the girl in her ribs.

"So? How was the ride?" She shrugged, searching the kitchen cabinets.

"We ran into a douchebag."

"Oooooh. Did he protect you?"

"Didn't need much protection." George hummed, eating more of the chips.

"I heard your little confession outside."

"It was hardly a confession. I just said he's nice and I trust him."

"And that any girl would be lucky to have him as a boyfriend." She blushed a little, giving up on finding more snacks, searching for cider instead. "I'm just saying that I see him eyeing you all the time. You two seriously need to talk a little heart to heart. Let yourself flow with the tides. You're basically a couple now, just didn't confess your feelings."

"I don't know George. He doesn't seem that interested in me. And even if he would like me, he deserves someone better anyway." The girl looked to the side, holding a twelve pack Summersby.

"For fuck's sake, there's noone better for him than you! You have so much similarities, same interests, trust, everything he needs and wants is in you!" They snapped their head in the direction of the stairs, looking at Matt who walked down.

"Where's that fucking bowl of chips, Geor- oh, welcome back. Looks like the lovebirds arrived. C'mon, we were about to start without you." Everyone walked up and into Jeremy's bedroom, Y/n placing the drinks down in the middle of the circle they sat down in.

"And I brought a spare bottle of vodka."

"Nice, can we start now?" Jeremy looked around, everyone nodding or shrugging. "Nice. But with what though?"

"Spin the bottle is unnecessary as we're by ourselves, so I suggest truth or dare." Jess stated, opening a bottle of cider.

"I wanna start." Oliver copied Jess' actions, looking around as he took a sip. "Jeremy."

"Ok, so now we know that Mike is afraid of fucking foxes, Oliver is an ex Dream SMP fan, Jess would fuck anybody, George plays Roblox in his free time, Y/n has her nipples pierced and Matt can play the flute. And I thought we knew everything about eachother." Jeremy fake sniffled. "But it's time we spice things up ladies and gentleman, so the girls can go to the bathroom to change." He pushed the girls out with her bags and shut the door behind them.

"I start to think that this was just an excuse so they could jack off." Jess laughed, taking her pajamas out of her bag, Y/n doing the same as she scoffed. "Ok I have to ask this. Do you really have nipple piercings?"

"Yeah." She answered like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Are they healed?"

"I got them after my 16th birthday, so yeah, pretty much."

"I dare you to not wear a bra under that shirt." Jess smirked after she pulled up her pants. Y/n froze, slowly turning her head in her best friend's direction.

"Are you nuts?!

"Yeah, but HE's in there and you're super hot, so why not. And it's not like it's cold or something." The black haired girl thought for a second before turning her back to Jess and clipping off her bra, throwing it in her bag and pulling the oversized shirt over her head.

"There. Are you happy?"

"Yeah, and he will be too." Jess opened the door, stepping outside.

"I hate you so much." Y/n muttered, crossing her arms in front of her chest before they stepped back inside Jeremy's room. They boys were discussing something, all of them sitting in shorts and a shirt or tank top as they turned their heads towards the girls. Y/n hopped down between Matt and Oliver, Jess sitting on the other side of Jeremy, next to George.

"You're back. I thought you guys were gonna take a year." Matt commented, taking a sip of his drink.

"I'm sick of those type of girls, you know that."

"Can we continue? It's my turn." Oliver complained.

"Yeah, sure whatever."

"Mike." Oliver smirked, glancing at the three other boys who mirrored his expression.

"And you can't say truth, because you choose that for the last two rounds."

"Then why even ask? Just spit it out." He glared at the blond.

"I dare you to go to the other bedroom with Y/n. For at least fifteen minutes." The mentioned girl almost spat her drink out, founding herself in a coughing fit after.

"Why am I involved in this shit again?" She managed to croak out. "It's his dare, not mine!"

"Because I said so. Now go! The earlier you start you earlier you can get out." Oliver pulled her up and pushed her in the direction of the guest bedroom, Mike standing up on his own and following them after giving a death glare to Jeremy, George and Matt. "And try to be quiet!" And with that he shut the door behind them. Y/n sighed, hopping on the bed and crossing her legs, Michael sitting down on the other end of the bed.

"I might as well ask if we're here." He whispered after a long minute of silence. "Did you mean it? What you said outside?" Clare hugged her legs to her body, resting her chin on her knees.

"Yeah... I never really experienced real love and friendship until now, and you guys are very important to me, however weak that may sound. And I want you to be happy, whatever it takes."

"It doesn't make you weak, but an awesome friend."

"Mmmh."

"I also heard your conversation dowstairs with George." Y/n froze, her heart speeding up as slight blush covered her cheeks. "I don't know who you were talking about, but believe me when I say that guy is lucky as fuck. To have you fallen so much head over heels for him that you think you're less than perfect. And he's an idiot if he doesn't see it and not appreciate you for even a second."

"It's funny." Y/n chuckled, tears starting to cloud her vision.

"What?"

"You trashtalking yourself." Mike's heart skipped a beat as he stared in front of him with wide eyes. Y/n gasped, starting to get off the bed and wiping the tears. "Fuck, sorry, I'm gonna go." She ran out the door, the others snapping their heads at the harsh sound.

"No, wait, fuck. Y/n, come back!" Mike stood up, starting to step after the girl, but he was stopped by Jess running after her. The boys stood in front of Mike with a worried expression.

"How did you fuck up this time?"

"I didn't! She just didn't give me any time to answer before she ran out." The boys were silent as they looked at eachother with furrowed eyebrows.

"Answer to what?"

"Y/n? Y/n?!" Jess shouted after her as the black haired girl ran under the stairs and sat down, pulling her knees close. "Y/n?" She asked again softly as she searched for her. She finally walked to the stairs, looking under after she heard Y/n's muffled sniffles. She frowned at the sight of her best friend, mascara running down her red cheeks, her nose rosy and runy, trying to slow down her breathing. "Hey there. Can I sit down, so we can talk about it?" She only nodded as an answer and Jess didn't hasitate crawling next to her, wrapping an arm around her shoulder, letting her sob into her pajama shirt. "What the fuck did he do? Do I need to beat him up?"

"No-no." She forced out after she slowed her breathing. "I was the one who fucked up. He said that he heard my conversation with George and said whoever the guy is we were talking, he's very lucky and an idiot if he doesn't see how much he means to me and I said that it's funny that he's trashtalking himself."

"And what did he answer to that?"

"I didn't let him. I told him and now we can never be the same. He probably dispises me if not hates me, he'll tell his dad and I'll get fired and our friendsgroup's gonna brake because he'll never talk to me again. I'm a failure just like my mother said." She started crying again. "I just- I just hope he'll find the perfect girl he deserves and be happy."

"That's you." Y/n squeezed Jess' arm at the sound of Michael's voice. "And your mother's a bitch for saying things like that to you. You're the kindest, sweetest, strongest, most beautiful and creative person I have ever met. You're not afraid of shit life punches you in the face with. Even after all the crap you've been through, you manage to smile every day, which can light up the whole world. Your laugh is adorable and could melt me on the spot. You bring meaning to my days, a reason to get up and keep going. I'm sorry I didn't answer right away, I was just surprised someone like you could have feelings for me." He stood up from sitting on the stairs, leaning down to look her in the eyes. He offered her a hand, helping her stand. He cupped her rosy cheeks, gentle thumbs wiping away the salty tears running down. "Can I?" He carefully pulled her closer, holding eye contact as she muttered a hazy "yeah", closing his eyes, leaning close, lips ever so softly touching hers. Her hands snaked up to around his neck, melting into the kiss. He grabbed her waist, gently pulling her closer as they forgot everything else existed, only foxusing on eachother, completely blocking out the cheers of their friends. She slowly pulled away, lingering in the feeling of his plump lips against hers, leaning her forehead against his. Y/n sighed, carefully opening her eyes and they met with his, making her dig her face in his shirt, hiding her red cheeks. After giving them a smug side-glance, Jess walked up the stairs, pulling the other four with her.

"C'mon guys, we gotta leave them alone for a bit. Let them have their moment." She whispered, tiptoeing back up to her twin brother's room.

"But I wanna hear what they talk about." George whined, pulling his wrist away from the girl's grip.

"Knowing Mike there won't be too much talking." Matt muttered, turning his head away to try and muffle his snicker.

"I meant every word I said, y'know." He whispered, comfortingly sliding his hand up and down her back slowly while staring at the wall over her head. "I know we haven't known eachother well for that long, and feel free to tell me to shut up if you feel uncomfortable, but god, I don't know what I would do without you. I get butterflies whenever I look at your smile or hear your laugh. You look so beautiful no matter what and I just want to make all your pain and insecurities go away. I could stare at you for hours without a single thought of ever looking away. You are truely entirely perfect in every way. Just the thought of someone else holding your hand like I want twists my heart... You mean a hella lot to me. A reason to keep going, put up with my shitty dad, get out of bed every day." He took a breath, afraid of saying anything else, fearing that his words will bring negative consequences. "What I'm trying to say is... I'm in love with you."There was a moment of silence before he felt her squeeze him thighter.

"I think I'm in love with you too. So fucking much."

If I made any mistakes, let me know! Hope you enjoyed anyway and have a wonderful rest of your day! <3

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myrmidryad · 3 years ago

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20 Questions - Writer’s Edition

Tagged by @lambourngb thank you! 💗

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

81 total, mostly Les Mis and RNM.

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

1,557,760 holy shit I’ve written over a million words 😵

3. How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

On AO3, not counting the universes I’ve written fusions with, there are seven: Les Mis, Roswell New Mexico, Merlin, MCU, Young Avengers, X-Men, and Vikings.

On ff.net, nine more: Teen Titans, Xiaolin Showdown, Transformers, Naruto, Narnia, Hellboy, Artemis Fowl, Lord of the Flies, and Skins.

Some fics are on both, but when I moved to AO3 I mostly left the ones I didn’t think were good enough to expose to a new audience. And gone from the internet forever (probably) is the Maximum Ride fanfic I wrote and posted to a forum back in the day. RIP that fic.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

from one side to the other (Les Mis, exr soulmate oneshot)

sentimental you and faithful me (Les Mis, exr bodyswap oneshot)

Just Another Guy With A Bow (Avengers, Clint/Coulson, Clint origin fic)

potentially lovely, perpetually human (Les Mis, exr empath!Enjolras)

This brave new world’s not like yesterday (Les Mis, exr the bowling alley fic)

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

If there’s a rocket, tie me to it is one of the first Les Mis fics I wrote, and it’s uhhhh very canon in that everyone dies. In my head it was kind of a partner fic to <a pattern in the system> A Bullet In The Gun, which was also a dystopia fic, but that one had a happy ending, and I wanted to go again and have the canon ending for Les Amis. And I think that might have been the last unhappy ending I ever wrote? I like happier endings way better!

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

Basically all of them have happy endings, especially the long ones that actually have plots! But I’m going to pick Finding You, because I skidded canon to the left to force events into happiness before tragedy could ever strike, and spun that out into a nice long roadtrip with lots of happiness and love and friendship, ending on a great big optimistic note that everyone’s future would be just as happy and unstruck by tragedy. I reread chunks of this fic all the time for the good vibes.

7. Do you write crossovers? If so, what is the craziest one you've written?

I’ve written a bunch of fusions, but I think the only one that actually counts as a crossover is Fighting the Hurricane, which is a Les Mis/Pacific Rim fic. I’m not sure if my Les Mis/Oglaf fic is a crossover or a fusion, but it’s definitely the craziest one I’ve written just because Oglaf itself is so off the wall - Sharpshooter.

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

I looooooove writing smut, of all kinds. I’ve written a lot of bdsm smut in particular for Les Mis, and weirdly almost none for RNM, idk what that’s about.

9. Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

I usually do these days, though on multi-chap fics if I’m posting a chapter a day or similarly quickly, I’ll wait and reply only the last chapter. I didn’t used to reply to comments at all unless they were particularly stand-out or asked a question, which was following the example of other writers, more than anything else. I also had the notion that people do sometimes use the number of comments on a fic as a metric to judge whether to give it a go or not, and replies massively skew that count.

I reply now, or try to. Um, confused widgeon, if you’re reading this, I’m sorry I haven’t replied to your comments from July 2020 yet. They were too nice and I got overwhelmed. One day I’ll get to them!

10. Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Lol yes, I was weirdly pleased and immediately deleted it.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not as far as I know.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

I’ve had a couple of people ask about it before, but idk if it went anywhere.

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

I co-wrote very bad Transformers fic with my best friend in secondary school and we had a great time. Shout out @scythling! Since then though, no. I’m too precious over creative control, I think, and I quite like writing in a vacuum.

14. What's your all time favourite ship to write for?

Of all time is tricky. Enjolras/Grantaire will have to take the trophy though, I think. They’re iconic!

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

I have a bunch I’ve abandoned and accepted that I’ve abandoned, too many to list, so I’m not counting those because I know I’m never finishing them. Of the ones that are still in my WIP folders...there are also too many to list, but only a handful I’d be sad about never coming back to. I think the main one is probably Underground Dreaming, which would be very difficult to finish for multiple reasons, the main one being that I always envisioned it as open-ended. But I am sad that I stalled out on posting more than a few fics in that series. Too much research can kill the muse!

16. What are your writing strengths?

Dialogue and spooky atmospheres. Love me a spooky atmosphere.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I use ‘grinned’ way too much. Dialogue tags in general, but ‘grinned’ in particular. And I’ve developed a real problem with length, where I’ve become almost incapable of writing short fic. Which isn’t necessarily bad, exactly - length is needed for some of the stories I want to tell, but being concise isn’t something that comes naturally to me anymore.

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

Language barriers are one of my favourite things to write, actually, but because I’m very much not fluent in anything but English, I shy away from putting in actual words from other languages. I’d much rather have a whole exchange or speech in another language actually written all in English, with the difference indicated either by outright saying the character/s are speaking in another language or by altering the grammar and sentence structure.

19. What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Either Teen Titans or Xiaolin Showdown.

20. What's your favourite fic you've written?

Shadow Work is something I’m going to be proud of till I die, probably.

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grapecinnamon · 3 years ago

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Two Gay Dogs: A Ruff Ruffman Story | Chapter 6: Valentines and Voicemails

"Blossom, you're not going to believe it!" Ruff exclaimed as he walked into the dog house. "Guess what? I asked out Mason, and he said yes!"

"That's awesome! Did you use a card?"

"No, I'm saving that for Valentine's Day in a few days. We're going to make plans for our date later on. Ooh! I hope we can go to the Chinese place!" Chet then came in with a wagon full of wooden crates.

"Ah, Chet. I see you got me my supplies in these boxes." He looked in one of the boxes, only to find it empty. "Uh, okay?" Then he looked in another, only to find nothing again. Then he opened another. And another. And another until he realized that Chet was being Chet.

"Chet, are you kidding me!? I said crafting materials, not crating materials! Craft isn't even close to crate! What am I going to do?" He sighed and put his paws on his face, but then he remembered three important people.

"Wait? Alma, Chester, and Lance can help me out. I just hope none of them tell Mason."

The first dog he visited was lance, the crafty black-lab. He knocked on the door, and entered at the sound of a voice saying, "It's open!" He walked into the living room to see the black lab playing a video game on the switch. It was an 8-bit game where the lab seemed to be controlling a small, red heart, and was avoiding the attacks of a tall goat-like king. Ruff didn't know what this game was, but he seemed to connect with the king for some reason. A fireball hit the heart and it broke into a million pieces.

"Aw, I died again!" He threw the controller next to him on the couch and looked behind to see the orange mutt.

"Oh, hey Ruff. What are you doing here?"

"I need your help making a card for Mason."

"Ooh? For Mason? For Valentine's Day?" Ruff nodded. "Yeah, I heard from Mason about you asking them out. Congratulations, Dude!" He playfully pushed Ruff on the shoulder and Ruff playfully pushed him back. But he pushed him so hard, the labrador fell backwards and onto a table full of trash and crafting stuff.

"Oh, sorry about that."

"That's alright. I was looking for that glue bottle anyway." He nonchalantly held up his elbow, which had a white, glue bottle stuck to it. "So, dude, what do you want?"

"I need a big, red card for Mason. It needs to be in the shape of a heart, lined with pink lace, and big enough to fit about twenty dog treats inside. I think Mason said they liked green-apple treats."

"Alright, I can do that. That'll be $30, please." Ruff was caught off guard, as the dog held out his paw for the upfront payment. He looked around and saw a sign on the table that said $15/ flat card | $30/ 3-D card. Ruff didn't have 30 dollars. He didn't even have enough for a flat card. He already gave Chet the $20 for those crates, leaving him with $10. He was about to call off the commission and getting a cheep card at a store, but he knew he couldn't settle. No, no, Mason Jaye deserved something with a heart and soul poured into it.

"Okay, I only have $10. Is there anything I can get for that?"

"No, but I'll make a deal with you. I have this thing where if my clients can make their ideal card themselves, they can get it for $5, but since you're my friend, and Mason really likes you, I'll let you do it for free."

"Lance, you got yourself one heck of a deal!" Ruff sat at the crafting table and got to work at the card. It took him about 30 minutes to get it done, but once finished... it looked like absolute garbage.

Ruff tried his best, but the card looked horrible; the heart looked more like a brain, especially since the lace was glued on lopsided, and there wasn't enough space for the treats. Lance looked at it and cringed. He didn't want to hurt Ruff's feelings, but...

"I can't let you give this to Mason. This looks horrible. Look, I'll just do it for you, okay?" Lance then got to work and created Ruff's idea card in perfect detail. It even put the treats inside. Ruff looked inside to get a good look at them; they were green and in the shape of apples. Ruff wanted one so badly, but these were for his enbyfriend, not him. The box had a message engraved on it in cursive; it read To Mason: The Love of my Life. Ruff didn't exactly request that message, but

Up next was Chester. He arrived at his house to seem him and Alma hanging out in the backyard.

"Hey, Ruff," Chester said, as he dug a hole with his paws.

"Hi, Ruff," Alma said, waving. "Good to see you. What are you doing here?"

"I came by to ask if Chester could help me write a poem to Mason."

"Oh, yeah," Alma said. "You asked xer out the other day, right?"

"Yeah, and Lance helped me make this heart box filled with treats. I thought this would be enough, but now I feel like it needs something else. Could you help me write a love poem?"

"Sure." Chester and Alma lead the orange dog into the house to a desk that had writing material and a quill dipped in a glass jar of ink.

"Do you know anything about writing poetry?"

"Of course. Hold on, I think I have some poems for my ex crush right here." He pulled out the poems addressed to Charlene and showed them to the dalmatian. Wow, never thought I'd be calling Charlene my ex. The orange dog thought. It's kind of exhilarating. The poem read as follows:

Charlene

My Washing Machine

Is Green

And Keen

The dalmatian and the schnauzer looked up at the prideful orange dog, realizing they had a lot of work to do.

After a while, bouncing back and forth from one another with ideas, they finally finished the new and improved poem, which read as:

Paws that hold mine perfectly, like they were crafted for each other.

Arms that embrace me tightly with never-ending comfort.

Ribs that touch mine when you lay on top of me.

Tails that wag in unison as we share each other's love.

Ojos that look into mine, not wanting to focus on anything else.

Fingers that touch my soul like no one else has.

Minds that think alike, and spend all their time thinking of each other.

Everything about you is perfect. I'll never meet anyone else like you for as long as I live.

The poem was perfect, and it was nothing like what Ruff would actually write. Which was why Ruff thought it was perfect. He blushed brightly as he reread certain lines. He could barely have Mason's arm around him without going nuts. Just the thought of Mason laying on top of him... Ruff, get a hold of yourself. He thought. Mason probably doesn't think about you like that yet. I think.

Chester took the poem and folded it into fourths, as he put it inside the heart.

"It's missing something," Alma said. "I think what would really put it all together is a bouquet of roses."

"Ah, good idea," Ruff said.

"I can't give them to you today because they could die by then. But for now, what colors do you want the roses to be? I have every color you can think of in roses."

"Well, how about we use roses in the colors of the pan and enby flag."

"That sounds great. Do you want me to add the colors of the gay flag as well?"

"Actually, I don't think I..." Ruff thought about how he had been crushing on Charlene for a while, but then he remembered, she's a thing of the past. He never felt the things with her that he felt for Mason. But maybe he just has a preference?

"...I'm fine with that."

"Great!"

It was Valentine's Day. Couples all over the city were showing each other their love in their own special ways. Ruff and Mason would've met each other today at the arcade (another favorite of Mason's despite being made fun of for that due to their age) around 12:00 p.m. but just when Ruff was about to walk out the door with his gifts, he got a text message:

Mason: Hey, sorry, but I don't think I'm ready for a relationship. I think we should cancel that date.

Just when his heart was mended, it gets broken all over again. How could Mason do this to him? They made such a good connection, one that Ruff never thought he'd get from anyone else, so why did he flake out on him? The orange dog felt like crying. Scratch that, he was crying. He sunk to the bottom of the wall and held his face in his paws as he sobbed away the pain, the same words circling in his head: fat. Idiot. Slob. Creep. Fat. Idiot. Slob. Creep... And then he noticed the answering machine had a message left on it. Could it be Mason explaining their self? Or perhaps Blossom and Chet left him a message. No, no, if Blossom and Chet needed to tell him something, they would've said it to his face or texted him. And wouldn't Mason text him an explanation? Who was messaging him? He pressed the button and listened:

You have one new message from: Charlene

*Beep!*

Hi, it's Charlene. I heard your little enbyfriend cancelled your date today. Such a shame. I thought you two would be so happy together. Anyway, I'm just sitting at home, in my jacuzzi. Wink, wink. I know you've probably fantasized about this for years and I just wanna give you what you've wanted. I'm so sorry I sent you those mean text messages. That was meant for, um, someone else. Now, come over here as soon as you get this. I'd hate for you to spend Valentine's Day alone... again.

*Beep!*

Ruff was confused. But a little excited. And also a little suspicious. Looking back at the text message, he noticed that Mason texted in perfect grammar, which was something he never did. He must've been serious about this. Feeling absolutely bummed out from his second break up, he decided that maybe giving Charlene a second chance wouldn't be so bad. After all, she was finally interested in him, and with perfect timing as well. He wiped off his tears, threw his gift to Mason in the trash, and made his way to the poodle-next-door's house.

[Stay tuned for another chapter of Two Gay Dogs. Boy, it's getting wild]

#ruff ruffman #fetch! with ruff ruffman #fetch with ruff ruffman #fetch with ruff ruffman au #au #fanfic #fanfiction #twogaydogs #gay #pan #enby #lgbtq+#lgbtqia+#valentinesday #valentinesdayinjulylol #just wait till chapter 7 im very excited #im acting like such a dork holy f #guys it got good the story finally got good

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theetangerine · 4 years ago

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What it’s real like being a Dyslexic

Today's post shall be about Dyslexia from "Dyslexia the Gift". Well I didn't know that I was blessed with such an omnipotent power. Thank you Dyslexia the Gift for Awakening my abilities. Anyways this post is just my rebuttal to this list as an Anthropomorphic Tangerine with severe dyslexia. Here we go: General:

1. Appears bright, highly intelligent, and articulate but unable to read, write, or spell at grade level.

Ahhhhh.......... so I am all those big words that I can't spell or pronounce.

BTW who ever came up with the word Dyslexia is a troll cause you knew damn well I can't spell that.

2. Labelled lazy, dumb, careless, immature, “not trying hard enough,” or “behavior problem.”

Hey I am not lazy just because Suzie spends her the night figuring out Algebra questions and I on the other hand will look at her formula, "Copy and Paste" for myself and even then at the end of the day I stilled will have learned it. Einstein did say there are different types of genius.

3.Isn’t “behind enough” or “bad enough” to be helped in the school setting.

Let's just pretend it didn't take me 3 times to read this inorder to understand it. Anywhose.

The school suggested to my parents to take me to get tested. Although I think it was because they wanted justify their discrimination against me.

4. High in IQ, yet may not test well academically; tests well orally, but not written.

Lies. I failed in both.

5.Feels dumb; has poor self-esteem; hides or covers up weaknesses with ingenious compensatory strategies; easily frustrated and emotional about school reading or testing.

*clear throat* In best Beyonce voice "I'm survivor................"

6.Talented in art, drama, music, sports, mechanics, story-telling, sales, business, designing, building, or engineering.

Ohh.......come on I suppose to be talented in these fields why didn't Dyslexia tell me this.

7.Seems to “Zone out” or daydream often; gets lost easily or loses track of time.

They were in the Zone like in Soul

woahh..... that was a bar.

8.Difficulty sustaining attention; seems “hyper” or “daydreamer.”

As I type this I peer out through the window wondering if clouds really are made of precipitation or that is what the Illuminati wants you to think.

9. Learns best through hands-on experience, demonstrations, experimentation, observation, and visual aids.

Crash Course history is my religion.

Vision, Reading, and Spelling:

10.Complains of dizziness, headaches or stomach aches while reading.

Starts going in the 4th dimension if I pick up a book.

11.Confused by letters, numbers, words, sequences, or verbal explanations.

Algebra is not for dyslexics. You mix letters and numbers together. Mathematicians were not thinking of dyslexics when Algebra was created.

12. Reading or writing shows repetitions, additions, transpositions, omissions, substitutions, and reversals in letters, numbers and/or words.

Yes Yes . Truly feal for all of of my teacher who read my essays.

13.Complains of feeling or seeing non-existent movement while reading, writing, or copying.

I am Percy Jackson so I am a god.

14.Seems to have difficulty with vision, yet eye exams don’t reveal a problem.

I actually had glasses.

15.Extremely keen sighted and observant, or lacks depth perception and peripheral vision.

Yet another sentence I can't understand. Hold up let me go and look up “depth perception” so I can understand this sentence, real quick.........................This is true.

16.Reads and rereads with little comprehension.

Reading number fifteen (15) proves this.

17.Spells phonetically and inconsistently.

Hooked on Phonics told me otherwise.

Hearing and Speech:

18.Has extended hearing; hears things not said or apparent to others; easily distracted by sounds.

Being an only child while being home alone this ability doesn't have any benefits.

19.Difficulty putting thoughts into words; speaks in halting phrases; leaves sentences incomplete; stutters under stress; mispronounces long words, or transposes phrases, words, and syllables when speaking.

I feel called out.

Writing and Motor Skills:

20.Trouble with writing or copying; pencil grip is unusual; handwriting varies or is illegible.

I may have changed my writing style multiple times. Some legible, some not.

21.Clumsy, uncoordinated, poor at ball or team sports; difficulties with fine and/or gross motor skills and tasks; prone to motion-sickness.

But if I am supposed to be talented at sports in the afro-mention point why can't I catch a ball.

Dyslexia being confused since 1877.

22.Can be ambidextrous, and often confuses left/right, over/under.

Yip...A 20 something that doesn't know their left from their right.

Math and Time Management:

23.Has difficulty telling time, managing time, learning sequenced information or tasks, or being on time.

Well if I can't tell time I can't manage my time thus I don't have enough time to do tasks so that is why I am never on time.

24.Computing math shows dependence on finger counting and other tricks; knows answers, but can’t do it on paper.

Only if Math exam were oral I would have accolades in Math.

25.Can count, but has difficulty counting objects and dealing with money.

Y'all I have nightmares about being a cashier.

26.Can do arithmetic, but fails word problems; cannot grasp algebra or higher math.

As I said before Algebra not, for dyslexics.

Memory and Cognition:

27:Excellent long-term memory for experiences, locations, and faces.

I wish could forget about that time I fell down in front the entire school. And yes this is not an exaggeration. The ENTIRE school saw this.

28.Poor memory for sequences, facts and information that has not been experienced.

Subjects dyslexics shouldn't do:

Science: too many big words you can't spell.

History or Literature: reading is detrimental to your health.

Math: A-L-G-E-B-R-A

29.Thinks primarily with images and feeling, not sounds or words (little internal dialogue).

Sad truth I wear my heart on my sleeves. It's fricking annoying cause I want to be mad in peace without anyone knowing Goddamn it .

Behavior, Health, Development, and Personality:

30.Extremely disorderly or compulsively orderly.

I am Death the Kid.

(If you don't get that reference you are uncultured)

31.Can be class clown, trouble-maker, or too quiet.

Like I was disliked in school for being too quiet. You would think that it was students oh no no no Patricia it was teachers.

Sorry Mrs. Emily for not giving you grey hairs, so you have the opportunity to go home to your loving husband to complain about how much you hate your job and kids. While you thinking about your affair with the young nextdoor neighbour, who you would end up marrying only to then leave them for a hot 20 yea.............................Ummmm that got a bit personal there lets continue shall we

32.Had unusually early or late developmental stages (talking, crawling, walking, tying shoes).

It took a while to learn how to tie my laces.

33.Prone to ear infections; sensitive to foods, additives, and chemical products.

So wait not only did Dyslexia inhibit my ability to read, comprehend and to tell my right from my left to function normally in society but it caused my ear infections too. That is it I'm done

Moving to Siberia.

34.Can be an extra deep or light sleeper; bedwetting beyond appropriate age.

I was a very well trained tangerine.

35.Unusually high or low tolerance for pain.

Everytime I stub my pinky toes it feels like an aeroplane wheel rolled over it.

36.Strong sense of justice; emotionally sensitive; strives for perfection.

Facts!

37.Mistakes and symptoms increase dramatically with confusion, time pressure, emotional stress, or poor health.

2 second Rant

Examiners don't think of dyslexic people, even with extra time. The sheer amount of times it takes just to understand the question then to answer with the best possible Grammar is straight cruelty.

You automatically want me to fail and not finish don't you.

You Demon.

Mini sidestory:

While writing this I asked my significant other to spell "Exaggerate", dude looked at me and told me to sound it out. Past me knew he was going to say this and I did sound it out before he asked me to sound it out. I told him that I did and that I don't know what letter comes after "Ex", he was like babe sound it out..................................

Tangerine internal thoughts: (Exsqueeze me) Every time try that a ""H" is coming up in my head. I thought this through ya know.

In conclusion I sound it out to my phone.

To anyone who don't understand Dyslexia fully I do suggest researching.

My commentary is completely subjective but if you relate that is good :)

That's all my Fruits until next time

- TheeTangerine

Proof read by TheeApple<3

https://www.dyslexia.com/about-dyslexia/signs-of-dyslexia/test-for-dyslexia-37-signs/

#funny memes #dyslexic #dyslexia #long reads #long post #relatable #funny content #funny

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so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed · 4 years ago

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Ask for writers

I was tagged a while ago by @theisolatedlily @zanniscaramouche and @tomlinvelvetfics. Sorry it took a while!

1. describe how you first started writing and when you first posted: I’ve been writing since I was literally able to, but I first started writing fanfic on ff.net back in the good old days. I wrote HP fanfic, among other things. In 2012 I made the switch to AO3 and started writing Ziam fanfic.

2. which of your characters do you typically resonate most closely with? do you base any characters off of yourself?: I’m very similar to Louis in a lot of ways, so his POV definitely comes easiest to me. When I’m writing Ziam I find that I prefer to write from Liam’s POV, though I don’t feel I’m necessarily similar to Liam.

3. where do you often find inspiration?: Movies, shows, random posts on Tumblr.

4. has quarantine helped or hindered your writing process?: Not necessarily either of them, I feel. I’ve had a little bit more time but since I don’t work much I’ve always had the time to write. It’s more the other way around, writing has helped my quarantine.

5. do you listen to music/noise while you write or do you prefer silence? Silence. I can’t write with music on.

6. what is your biggest writing pet peeve in your writing or in general?: In general, bad grammar or ooc characters pulls me out of a story really quickly. I don’t tend to read much fic, since I don’t want other people’s writing style to seep into my writing, so I suppose that would be my own biggest pet peeve, is when I find that I’m not writing in my own voice.

7. describe your ideal writing setup: Basically just at my desk, in a good chair, because right now my chair sucks and my back issues are making me lightheaded a lot, which is why I haven’t written as much as I want to.

8. favorite time of day to write?: Early in the morning/day. When I don’t work I like to write from around 9-11 am since I have the most energy in the morning.

9. favorite genre to write + one you’d like to try writing in the future?: Fantasy, for sure. Soulmates/fates/dystopia fics are still great.

10. do you struggle with writer’s block? how do you typically overcome it? I do when I haven’t been writing for a while, I need to be in tune with my story to really keep it flowing. I tend to force myself through it by just committing to certain times to write, and trying to keep that regularly so I don’t stray too far from the fic.

11. what is the easiest part of your writing process and the most difficult? I tend to write as I go, meaning that I sit down and the words just come pouring out. When I’ve outlined and I feel like I need to stick to that, it sort of feels stifling and I struggle, so I’m best at just free writing and letting the story go where it needs to go.

12. how do you come up with original characters? (if applicable): I don’t usually write original characters into my stories, but if I did it’d be from people I know or based roughly on characters in shows/movies.

13. what is your favorite and least favorite word? My absolute least favorite word is cum. Especially as a verb. That’s a hard no from me. I don’t really have a favorite word.

14. what is one thing about your writing that you’re really proud of and one thing you hope to continue working at?: I feel I’m a pretty solid story teller, and that I manage to put emotion into my work that translates to the people who read it. I want to keep working at my craft, I don’t feel there is something I’m particularly bad at, but I know I can improve a lot.

15. what work of yours has your favorite ‘verse/world building? how did you come up with it?: Definitely there’s no fair in farewell. It’s been in my head since 2014 and I finally sat down to write it in 2017/2018. It’s got so much world building and such a unique storyline, I’m still so proud of it. I don’t remember how I came up with it, it sort of feels like the story’s always been there, just waiting for me to sit down and tell it.

16. what font and size do you write in? single spaced or double?: calibi, 11, single space.

17. what is a typo(s) you find yourself making consistently?: I don’t really know? I don’t think I make a lot of consistent typos. I just write fast and mess up words on the regular lol. but this is a question better suited for my beta, @lightwoodsmagic!

18. (if applicable) do you separate fic writing from fandom?: Yeah I really only write AUs.

19. what emotion is your favorite to write? which is the most difficult?: Angst is my absolute favorite. I love writing emotional stories, with a lot of introspective characters. I feel that lust is the hardest to write since I’m aroace and I just cannot compute that people want to do the deed lmao.

20. what is one thing you hope readers always take away from your works?: that there is always hope and fate always works her way.

21. what is the best and worst writing advice you’ve ever received?: The best is to not compare yourself to anyone else, since it’s a race you’ll inevitably lose. The worst, oof, I don’t really know.

22. which one of your works would you most want to see turned into a film/television show?: There’s no fair in farewell, absolutely. I feel like it has movie potential.

23. do you write scenes chronologically or out of order?: Chronologically. Usually my stories go where they want to go, so if I wrote out of order none of the scenes would match up.

24. how do you handle criticism?: My first instinct is to be frustrated. My second, more thoughtful attitude, is that I will listen if it’s something I feel is valid. I am very vulnerable in my works and so criticism feels personal sometimes, but I’m also secure enough in my work to know when something is valid and when I should stick to my own ideas.

25. what is the advice you would give to someone who is looking to start writing?: Do it. Write what appeals to you. Write from your heart and your soul.

26. what kind of feedback on your work always makes your day?: Any comment is great, but I love when people point out the parts that made them emotional or that resonated with them. I love when people pick out quotes that they say helped made them feel better.

27. which fic ‘verse of your own would you most like to exist in? which fic’s characters would you most like to befriend?: Oof. I don’t think I’d want to exist in most of my AUs. I’m pretty content with my life as is, but I’d love to befriend Zouis in my Zouis wallsficfest fic just because I am that mom friend and they both needed hugs.

28. what do you always enjoy getting asks about/wish people would ask about more?: I’d love to get asks about my fics in general! These asks are pretty damn fun!

29. what has writing added to your life? how has it changed you?: It’s added so much love. Love for my writing, love for the stories and universes I put out. And love in the form of dear writer friends who have enriched my life and who have become some of my most favorite people.

30. why do you write?: because I’m a writer and I have to.

boost yourself + tags!

1a. share the last sentence you wrote:

The only one who has a choice is Harry, and this time, Louis will have to listen to it.

2a. describe the wip you’re most excited about:

I’m only working on my @onedirectionbigbang which is a Pygmalion fic and it’s so far 27k of pining and angst and if that doesn’t tell you enough IDK what else to tell you

3a. share the piece of dialogue from one of your works you’re most proud of:

Nothing particularly comes to mind at the moment.

4a. share the best first and last lines from your work(s):

I always try to start and finish with a good line. Here’s the ones from TNFIF:

Sometimes, when he looks down, Louis envies them.

And every day he thanks God for giving them the chance to find each other.

5a. link the last fic you read:

I uh, kind of reread my own fic last night, does that count? It’s under the moonlight

6a. link the last work you published:

My christmasfest fic room for your love underneath this tree

7a. link to your ao3 (if applicable):

we_are_the_same

8a. someone that inspires you:

Louis Tomlinson, and as far as writers go, @londonfoginacup and @lightwoodsmagic

9a. a comfort fic/work that you’ve been grateful for this year:

I truly don’t read much, but anything Emmu writes is top notch for comfort honestly. She infuses her fics with so much warmth and charm that I can’t help but fall in love with every universe she creates.

Alright, I think a lot of people have already done this, but if you haven’t and want to, consider yourself tagged! I’m gonna tag @lightwoodsmagic @jacaranda-bloom @disgruntledkittenface @fallinglikethis @vintageumbroshirt and @dinosaursmate just to see if they want to share!

#fic writer asks #ask fic writers #fic interview

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talithakumi2020-blog · 5 years ago

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The sun and moon

Witchy shit happens when you can say sun and the moon are out at the same time.

Like stones literally talk to me. They give me divine messages about femininity that I check against the mermaids scrolls. They rejoice.

I think. Who cares? It’s your song.

It’s one of those rare days where the sun and the moon spend the day together.

Our car like a lawn fertilizer spreading seeds everywhere we drove.

Its rough work sowing and waiting.

Or is it?

I haven’t worked at all this weak. God won’t let me. I’ve communed with him in the witching hour and he woke up the little girl in me. Talitha Kumi you say to my soul.

What is this witchy shit? Am I possessed? What is going on?

I’ve literally written 20 poems on my life. They were for school. They were not seeds they were rocks. Grains of sand.

The last 15 poems I wrote? I wrote in the last 5 days. And I spent more time reading and rereading the finished product than I did writing it. How do you fix words that fall from heaven like manna?

If manna is 70% carbohydrates I must have gained weight but see like Daniel I won’t eat the Kings diet of grammar and English. I go up in my closet and lay on the floor in the bathroom and I’m transported to a realm where I see the edge of a black hole and God clears every blockage between my minds eye and my hand and the words of God flow through my finger tips. I’m sorry are you uncomfortable? Is this too much God talk or too much wrong talk? Which is it?

Do you want to take this outside? Look at me in my body. Feel your body right now. Feel the humidity between your skin and your clothes. Your in a trigger. It’s okay. I’m a bomb technician I unwind triggers like Tom Cruise somehow still acts like a human. See I have small fingers perhaps that’s why God taught me to play the female heart. It fits in my hands better. Don’t get me wrong I’m still an imposing figure. People still call me ma’am on the phone because I strain toward politeness when I talk to slaves on the phone. I know they get shocked through the phone like a cattle prod most of the day. Butchered and chopped up and sold like day old meat left out in the sun of fluorescent lighting. I only want to be a cool cloth in their sun scorched forehead.

That’s how quick it happens. I pass through the phone or the walls. Like a disembodied spirit still. When will I eat some fish and be satisfied? When will this flesh feel like home?

It is home. The Martian that lives in my hair likes to ask my thousands of pairs of legs how they operate all at once. I tend to roll over and lay in a ditch when the Martian asks me this question.

When my mermaid drives she pretends she’s sailing. She accelerates very slow from a stopped position and somehow she accelerated in to a stop. Then I realized she’s used to the water. She doesn’t understand these land physics. I let her drive because when she drives the motion of the car make me feel less anxious and the fact that my mermaid is in control makes me feel safe even when she accelerated into a stop.

The sun and the moon make love during the day and their sweat falls to the earth and waters the seeds they’ve been spreading like they bought out the nearest 100 Lowe’s for all the bloody seeds they have and they threw them into the wind.

My mermaid is still surprised when I pull fruit off a tree that appeared fruitless only moments ago. That’s because I make whatever it is want to be what it is. I’m safe. I’m dangerous. I’m safe in that I will not quench your spirit I’m dangerous in that I will always point you inward.

I don’t know what else to say. The combination of moonlight and sunlight makes our seeds sprout before they hit the ground. I shoot sprouts into my hands when I’m hungry for a snack. I drop them out of my pockets like I’m a bird lady and I actually get paid based on how many birds eat my seed. Notice I didn’t say how many seeds I throw at birds.

The sun and the moon make a magical team. The world couldn’t handle it if they spent every single day together. They need their own time to do what they do best.

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lovinitkpop · 5 years ago

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Brown Sugar and Honey

This one is about a new girl group at SM. You could say EXO sister group there may be a love line put in it who really knows. I mean I know but then again I might not know. Heads up I’m sorry for any spelling mistakes or grammar mistakes after rereading it over and over I can’t deal with it.

Oh the reason I came up with this title is because the main OC is black and DO KyungSoo looks damn sexy and handsome when his skin is dark and tan and NOT WHITE WASHED!!!!! STOP THE WHITE WASHING!!!!!!!!

If there is a love line then it will be my first Kyungsoo series. Hope you like it but if you don’t guess what I don’t give two shits leave my blog then. Anyways enjoy bye.

Warnings: Fluffy, Angst, Language, Bullying, Stupid, May not make senses, Brain frat, May not have smut, Trigger, Suicide talk, Racism, Blood, etc.

Pairing: OC x DO Kyungsoo

Chapter 29

June 15, 2019

“Where have you been?” Jisoo asks walking over to Renesmee. Renesmee turns around looking at her. “Really you’ve been mia for a while.”

“I’ve been dealing with my life.” Renesmee says rubbing the back of her neck. “But I have been practicing so need to worry.”

“Are you okay?” Jisoo asks watching her and Renesmee nods smiling. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah never been better.” Renesmee nods getting ready for practice. The girls get ready waiting for the music to start.

Once the girls start practice they give it their all making sure each more and point is spot on. After 7 hours of practice their manager walks in looking around.

“Nessie I need to talk to you.” He says and Renesmee pouts as she stops dancing. “Come on let’s go.”

Renesmee sighs gripping her staff following him out the room. He leads her to another room holding the door open. “What did I do now?” She says looking around before spinning her staff practicing.

“Wanna tell me what’s going?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about?” She turns looking at him and he just looks at her. “I mean it I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Are you hiding something from that I should know?” He asks and she tilts her head watching him. “There’s rumors about you dating going around.”

“Really I had no idea.” She says retracting her staff as she stands there. “Who are they saying I’m dating now?”

“There’s a picture of you and Kyungsoo.” He says folding his arms. Renesmee hums nodding her head as she watches him.

“You of all people should know that can’t be true not after what he did.” Renesmee says trying to cover the truth. “I mean why would I?”

“I’m not buying that so when ready to talk let me.” He says walking over to her watching her. “Now I texted you saying you’ll be on Go Fighting which start January and ends in February.”

“Yes I remember are you going to tell me more about it?” She asks looking at him and he smiles. He nods grabbing a file walking back over to him.

He hands the file to her tilting his head. Renesmee hums taking the folder opening it. “Li Xiuying…who is this and why does he look familiar.” She speaks looking at the picture.

Her manager watches her tilting his head again. “Oh wait a minute I know who this is.” She says looking back at him and he hums in shock.

“You do?”

“Yeah famous actor in China Déshì told me about him.” Renesmee speaks nodding her head and he just sighs. “I think he said that’s his dad.”

“Did he now I see well he will also be on Go Fighting with you along with Lay and a few others.” He says and she nods looking through the pictures.

“Wow I can’t believe I get to be on Go Fighting.” She says smiling rocking side to side. “Better question why am I going on Go Fighting?”

“You were asked to be on the new season.” Her manager says smiling watching her. “Just be careful okay.”

“Are you not going with me?” She asks looking up at him.

“No I’ll be there I’m just telling you be careful.” He replies nodding his head. “Oh and I know about your sleeping problem, thanks to your mom.”

“So please be extra careful during promotions.” He adds pointing his finger at her and she smirks shaking her head.

“To many people are talking to my mother.” She says walking towards the door leaving expanding her staff. “I don’t like that.”

June 20, 2019

Kyungsoo sits there watching Renesmee as she practice. “So the MV dropped last night?” He says looking down at his phone. She nods still dancing and he hums looking up again.

“Did you watch it?” She asks as she humming to the song.

“Not yet, me and the girls are watching together over vlive.” She says as she jumps up flipping back. She stops looking over at him and he just smiles.

“So are you going to watch it?”

“Uhh I’m watching it later with Chanyeol and Sehun.” He says watching her walk over to him. She tilts her head to the side standing in front of him.

“Then what are you doing?” Renesmee asks running her fingers through his hair. He smiles looking back at his phone.

“I’m doing what I said I would.” He speaks grabbing her hand pulling her next to him. “I’m promoting the MV and album.”

“You posted a video of me on your page?” She says pouting and he nods. “Why?” She whines looking at him and he just grips her hand.

“That’s not the only one.” Kyungsoo says going to his profile. “I posted the one of you and Kai plus the one of you and Sehun.” He says scrolling through his Instagram.

“You are so lucky I love you.” She says sighing looking at her lap. “Ugh I can already feel the stress piling on my shoulders.”

“You’ll do fine just remember to always fine time to relax.” He says kissing the back of her hand. “Wow I’m shocked you didn’t try and pull away.”

“I’m working on it.” She replies letting her shoulders drop. Renesmee looks up hearing her phone go off. “Ugh who is calling me this early?” She says reaching over grabbing her phone.

“Déshì?”

“Hmm where has he been?” Kyungsoo asks looking at her phone.

“China.” Renesmee says before answering the call. “Hello dork how may I help you?” She says holding the phone to her ear.

“Nice MV but that’s not why I called.” Déshì says and she hums nodding her head. “I hear you going to be on Go Fighting?”

“Yes I am and I have a feeling you have something to do with that.” Renesmee speaks resting her head on Kyungsoo shoulder.

“Why do you assume it was me?” Déshì asks and she just sighs. “Well no I didn’t I just agreed that you would be a good candidate to be on the show.”

“So you did have something to do with me getting on the show.” She says looking at her shoes humming.

“Has he told you anything else about your past?” Kyungsoo asks biting the back of her hand.

“You’re with D.O?” Déshì asks and she smirks.

“Yes I am.” Renesmee speaks looking at her hand. “The last thing he told was well more like it slipped out that my father is an actor in China.”

“And Ximen was he old manager.” Renesmee adds poking his cheek. Déshì hums listening to her and he just smirks. “Now for some reason he can’t tell me more.”

“Hey don’t blame me your mom said not to tell you anything else.” Déshì says and Kyungsoo hums hearing him.

“Fair enough.” She says turning her head biting Kyungsoo shoulder. He sighs tilting his head watching her.

Renesmee bites harder watching his face. “Really?” He says looking at her then down at their hands.

“Are you free for lunch?” Déshì asks and Renesmee hums sitting up. “If not I can just bring you some food.”

“Chicken.” Renesmee says smiling and Déshì starts laughing.

“Okay I’ll bring you girls some chicken.”

“Yay!” Renesmee yells stomping her feet on the floor. Kyungsoo hums watching her trying not to laugh. She looks at him shoving him with her shoulder.

“Okay then I’ll see you later.” Déshì says before ending the call. Renesmee drop her phone in her lap.

“Don’t laugh at me.” She says pulling her hand away. “Leave.” She says pointing to the door.

“Fine.” He says getting up picking up his bag. Renesmee pouts looking up at him and he looks at her. “Don’t pout you told me to leave.”

He says walking towards the door. Renesmee gets up going after him. She jumps on his back whining. Kyungsoo stops catching himself from falling.

He looks in the mirror seeing her as she wraps her arms and legs around him. “Really?” He says turning his head to the side.

Renesmee smiles before biting his neck. “Ahh Nessie.” He groans his eyes screwing shut. Renesmee smiles seeing his reflection in the mirror.

She holds up her phone taking a picture before kissing his neck pulling away. “I’m going to get you for that.” He says rubbing his neck.

“But I got a nice picture though.” She says showing him the picture. Kyungsoo smirks looking at her phone before pushing his hair back.

“Yeah and you left a mark on my neck.” He says tilting his head to the side looking in the mirror. She smiles kissing the spot and he smirks. “Now you wanna break out your shell?”

She giggles resting her chin on his shoulder. “You know you love me.” She says poking his cheek. “Isn’t that right D.O oppa.”

“Stop calling me that.” He says and she pouts looking at him.

“Why?”

“Because your my girlfriend and I said so.” He says grabbing her arm biting it. Renesmee whines watching him.

“Wolf man mean.” She pouts pulling her arm free.

“Like the vampire is nice.” He replies patting her leg and she drops off his back. He turns looking at her. “I’ll see you when I can seeing how you’ll be busy now.”

Renesmee nods wrapping her arms around him. He smiles watching her stand on her tiptoes. “Okay but when do I get my present?” She asks looking at him.

“I leave the first one in here I’ll just hide it.” He replies placing his hands on her hips. “The other one we can meet at your house.”

“Just call it ours already.” She says smiling leaning closer.

“When you stop calling me D.O oppa when it’s just us two then I will call it our house.” He quips leaning back and she pouts pulling him back.

“See what I mean evil.” She says and he smirks. He leans down pressing his lips against hers. Renesmee smiles kissing him back.

Kyungsoo pulls away quickly kissing her nose. “Bye have fun.” He says letting her go and she nods letting him go.

“Bye.”

June 22, 2019

Renesmee walks into room following the others. “Can I just say how weird I feel.” She says looking at her outfit as she stands there.

“I asked you if you were okay with your design?” Roxay says pouting looking at the older girl.

“Not that I love the outfit.” Renesmee says sitting down getting ready for the stylist. “I mean I feel weird being here; remember I wasn’t on the last album.”

“You’ll do fine, it’s like riding a bike.” Sora says as she waiting her turn. “You know the dances like the back of your hand.” She says nodding her head.

“So unnie where did you get that necklace it looks new.” Yiyang says looking at Renesmee and she turns around looking back at her.

“Good luck charm from a friend.” Renesmee says tapping the necklace before turning back around.

“By friend do you mean Taeyong sunbaenim?” Moka says tilting her head and Renesmee smirks.

“No.”

“You and Taeyong sunbaenim seem very close.” Roxay says smiling and Renesmee just rolls her eyes.

“That’s because we are friends.” Renesmee replies placing her hands in her lap. Once the girls were done they head for the practice stage.

Renesmee stands off stage watching the girls as the rehearal. After they finish with the run down they head back to the dressing room. The girls sit there getting their makeup and hair touch up.

Once the show start the girls wait to be called. “Okay just give it your all and whatever happens just happens.”

“No matter what we are family and will always will be.” Renesmee says as they stand there in a circle. “But most important have fun.” She adds smiling and they nod.

The girls head out making their way to the stage. As the fix their mic sets one of the stage helpers help Renesmee into the coffin then takes it out onto the stage.

She takes slow breaths closing her eyes as she waits. The fans watches as the girls walk out into the stage. Sora and Moka stand in the middle of the stage.

Jisoo and Roxay get into the other coffins. Yiyang, Eunjin and Chaoxing get to their spot getting ready. The fans scream seeing the girls as they get ready. As the light go off Xiaoling runs out getting to her spot.

There were three beats and the light come on as the intro starts and the girls start dancing. Renesmee nods counting the beats as she waits. Once they finish Renesmee sighs opening her eyes hearing the beat change.

As the chorus gets near Renesmee coffin starts shaking as smoke fills the stage. Renesmee smirks as she kicks the coffin door open stepping out as she sings her part. The fans start screaming seeing her and she smiles making her way to the front.

Renesmee pushes her hair back looking into the camera biting her lip before looking back at the crowd. Once the girls finish they head backstage. “You girls did amazing!”

Renesmee says hugging them smiling. Moka smiles walking over grabbing her tumbler. “I have a feeling we might win this.” She says taking the top off.

Moka takes a swig before holding it out for Roxay. Roxay smiles taking it from her and Renesmee hums watching them.

“Since when do you drink it?” She asks.

“About two weeks before you came back to the dorm.” She says smiling as she licks her lips. “Really good I like the strawberry kiwi flavor the best.”

Once the last group preforms the girls make their way back to the stage with other groups. The girls stand in the front with the other two groups with high counts. Renesmee smiles wrapping her arm around Roxay kissing her cheek.

Jisoo looks over at them shaking her head. Roxay smiles tilting her head to the side. As they add up the scores Renesmee looks over hearing a fan yell her name.

She smiles nodding seeing his face just as she looks back up the confetti canons go off. The MCs call out Royal 1004 as they go off and Renesmee gasp covering her mouth.

Moka and Eunjin both gasp looking at each other. Yiyang covers her face curling into a ball as she starts to cry. Jisoo grips onto Chaoxing so she doesn’t fall back. Xiaoling crouches down next to Yiyang rubbing her back.

Sora turns her back trying to hide her tears. Roxay looks back at Renesmee as they hand her the trophy. “We won?” She mouths still in shock as she looks at the older girl.

As the other groups start to walk off the girls stand there in shock crying. Renesmee quickly kneels to the stage floor giving the crowd a formal bow. The girls follow her lead also bowing to the crowd.

As they sit back up Renesmee holds her mic up as she covers her face. “Thank you to everyone who streamed and listen to our song.” She says crying looking down at her lap.

Jisoo gets up and walks over to her helping her up. She takes the mic hugging Renesmee rubbing her back. “Thank you to our sweethearts without you we couldn’t have done this.” She says looking at the camera then back at the girls.

They all say something taking turns holding the trophy. Right before they walk off stage Renesmee takes the mic again. “I would also like to thank EXO sunbaenim for their help with this.”

They all look at each other bowing once more. The girls make their way back to their dressing room. As they walk into the dressing room they stop looking around.

“We won?” Sora says looking down at the floor.

“We really won.” Eunjin speaks smiling as she grabs Sora by the shoulders shaking her. “Can you believe it we won!”

Renesmee falls to her knees leaning her face on the couch cushion. Jisoo walks over sitting on the couch looking at Renesmee. She smiles rubbing her back.

Yiyang places the trophy down walking over crouching down next to Renesmee. “Unnie you did it you really did it we won.” She says smiling and the others look over watching them.

Roxay skips over sitting next to Yiyang hugging Renesmee from behind. Renesmee nods still crying and Jisoo pushes her hair back tilting her head. She turns her head as the others walk over sitting either on the couch or floor.

Jisoo reaches out gently wiping her tears. “I told you we would win.” She says smiling and Renesmee smiles laughing as she turns looking at the others.

“I’m so proud of you girls.” Renesmee says looking at them. Yiyang leans closer hugging her. The others smiles joining the hug as well.

Their manager looks at them taking their picture. “Now do you believe in yourself Nessie?” He says looking at her and she lifts her head looking at him.

Renesmee nods wiping her face again. “Okay girls lets go tonight dinner is on me.” He says clapping his hands and the girls jump up making their exit.

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themagnumnopus-blog · 7 years ago

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Serious talk. Followers please read.

I’m sorry if my spelling or grammar or anything else I’ve done has offended anyone. It’s not my intention, want or meaning to disturb anyone on or off of this site with spelling errors or other slip-ups. I spent two straight days on this site sending out over 150 messages to everyone in my followership. No one in that time, observers or that had answered said messages had brought it to my attention that there were errors in the copy paste messages I was using. I do my best to see that the work I do is good. I used a word doc that didn’t have a spell check, WordPad, and Grammarly the in-browser spell check that I use doesn’t work in the ask box here on Tumblr. After I had started to move them copy-paste style into ask box, after ask box for every free minute I had on here for two days straight, not counting a minor thing where I saved a friend from losing a friend on here which I had stopped everything to correct some misunderstanding, save that ... I didn’t think to reread them as I went, I’m sorry. It wasn’t at the front of my mind for the two days where almost every free minute on here was in an ask box, playing one long, endless game of ‘find the picture and mark the square’. In that time losing out on time with my family, time writing towards my story and editing what I have up, answering asks that had to sit until I was done, making posts, doing really fun things, fulfilling things for the hope of an awesome payoff. Getting to hear from 20+ members of the community. It was amazing some of the answers were samey, yeah, but a massive amount of what I got was really unique. I loved every answer, seriously thank you. Thank you all for sharing. It was really something to read in between the ask box game, especially today, it really helped on the last ones I was doing. Seeing the awesome answers and getting to just read what people had to say. Those where five question I thought were worth two days of my time, gained followers, interaction, had some nice chats between the bitter slog that was sending those out. But the sweet taste is gone... it’s actually quite bitter now. I put a lot of time and effort into my ask bombing run, made two fluffy statements for fun which doubled as informative statements and went out of my way to put something up before I dove into the maddening prosses that it was trying to ask 25-27 people on this poorly optimised site, 5 little questions, 6-10 for some. In the base 5 questions, there were 60 words, 320 characters with spaces/ 253 without. Between the 60 words, 4 misspellings (not counting accepted things like ‘rping’) and to my count 2 grammatical errors could be more really don’t fucking care to check. If you hate or dislike me or my content because of a few errors. Think I’m a fucking retard because of them or it hurts you to have someone that’s not perfect in the English language writing something anything. Maybe just can’t see the value of a prosses or piece of work for its great whole and only see a person or there work as a basic surface level product, that it’s not worth a deeper thought then the effort one has put into something. I don’t know about you but if you can’t stand me or anything I do on the grounds of minor grammatical errors, spelling errors, etc. I don’t think I’m good for you and I don’t think your good for me. I do my very best every time... this took a lot of time... 637 word, 3396 characters spaced/ 2747 unspaced. I am a slow typist, I have poor spelling and grammar on roughly 10% of what I write. That accounting that I normally when writing I reread. I reread a lot and always do my best to craft a good story, character, places, events and that’s because I’m a storyteller, most people say I’m a good one but meh. I hate what I write more than any critic. I pick apart my faults harder than any ten mother fuckers could. I promise. If you're who I talked to you know that. If you don’t speak up when there is a problem I get to this point where I have destroyed myself to a point that I have to speak. If you're a follower I give you three options. One, stay and enjoy or two, help me do better or three, go. I don’t care what you do. If I hurt you with errors please, seriously, free yourself from the pain and leave now. Please, thank you and sorry it didn’t work out. With this post, I have 75 items up. If you can’t find anything you like, ‘content‘ or not. Please leave, come back later to see if I have stuff you’ll appreciate up or don’t. Not my job to care what you like. It’s my hobby, my fun time activity, my passion to do my best. If it’s not good enough. Bye, see you someday, maybe... BUT if you feel that 10% (give or take) doesn’t devalue the other 90% the work you see and 100% you don’t then please stay. I’d love to have your company. I don’t wanna hurt anyone, just entertain, have fun and improve. Thank you all and I thank you once more for your time.

#I'm gone tomorrow #Maybe the next day #idk

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lavender-tarot · 7 years ago

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oh no, I didn’t even ask for that reading but I creep on the divination tag and I like to correct people and you need to learn some grammar. Seriously. Because some of your typos hurt my eyes 😅

okay once again, im sorry but nah. just dont read it then? like i re-word each reading at least 2x while doing it,and i make typos, i dont really have time to reread everything, i go through a good 25 readings minimum. And I normally do my readings really late at night because i work full time, im a full-time college student, and have an internship. I’ve had past internships for aerospace company,jet repulsion labs,and bio engineering labs. And yes, u guessed it, I dont go to school for writing or english. I am however constantly writing 20 page research reports. I handle radioactive material weekly. Sorry if grammar is the least of my priorities. so either gets some balls and come off anon, or leave me the heck alone.

#ask

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littlemissmeggie · 7 years ago

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all prime numbers for that ask meme?

oh my gosh, i had to google prime numbers because it’s honestly been about twelve years since i last had to think about what “prime numbers” meant and what numbers were actually prime numbers.

anyway…

2. Favorite part of writing: i love when i have the big “aha!” moments when i think of a plot point or a scene or even a line of dialogue that fills in a gap i’d been struggling with, whether it’s a gap that really needed to be filled in or was one that nobody but me noticed. and i love when i think of little details to weave into my story that i feel add vibrancy to the story, whether readers notice them or not.

3. Least favorite part of writing: i hate when i get stuck in one spot and i can’t seem to get past it. like, i’ll know what’s supposed to happen next because i have it all outlined and even have specifics of the next bit sketched out but i can’t seem to get over the hump of the part i’m working on, either because i can’t turn my thoughts and ideas from the outline and drafts into words that actually flow together and sound nice or because i just keep staring at my computer screen without any motivation to write.

5. Books or authors that influenced your style the most: definitely j.k. rowling but mario puzo in a big big way. agatha christie probably, too. the godfather most definitely has impacted my writing style.

7. Favorite author: mario puzo

11. Describe your writing process from scratch to finish: drabbles and short oneshots often just start as a blank google doc, though i usually write at least a couple lines in my notebook; it’s usually the prompt or basic idea, i.e. cornerstone or high school golf!narry + artist!zayn. longer fics, like a little drop for me start as a page in my notebook with basic plot and story idea and then have a list of main characters, a list of settings and locations, and a list of scene ideas that came to mind as i was working through my first page of plot ideas. then i work through "character interviews" and identify the conflict/resolution, major plot points, and the main character(s) objective(s) and stuggles/obstacles achieving their goal. after all of that, i write a handwritten rough draft, outlining the entire story. i start with a typed first draft after that, filling in blanks and adding proper dialogue and adding descriptions of characters and settings from my "character interviews" and location descriptions. i go back through and work out plot holes and any parts i don't like or feel need to be reworked and then do a final draft with editing. the notes feature on google docs and post-it notes to add bits and pieces to my handwritten outline are my best friends when i'm writing.

13. How do you deal with writers block? with longer stories, i often go back to the beginning and reread what i’ve written. it sometimes helps me because, as i’m reading along and picturing the story and the characters and places, i can see what should happen next or gain more insight into what a character was thinking or feeling or find a little breadcrumb that i may have missed the first time around that can sometimes become the catalyst for what i’m missing. i also like to go back to my outline for the same reasons. if all else fails, i take a day off from writing or work on an unrelated drabble or short oneshot to get myself out of whatever universe i’ve been wrapped up in.

17. On average, how much writing do you get done in a day? it really depends on my “real life,” unfortunately. sometimes i can only write 500 words and sometimes i can write 4,000 and sometimes i look blankly at the open google doc until i decide nothing’s going to come to me and give up for the day. at the height of writing my last fic, though, i was writing about 3,000 to 5,000 words a day.

19. First line of a WIP you’re working on: “Holy shit, Z,” said Niall, reaching out to smack his friend on the arm.

23. Single or multi POV, and why? i write in third-person omniscient. i don’t try to write in that style, it’s just what seems the most natural to me. i feel that i’m very much in each character’s mind and am considering every character’s emotions and thoughts when i’m creating my story so it seems natural to show insight into everyone’s, or almost everyone’s, point of view.

29. Who do you write for? me. i like to write stories that i enjoy going back to read. and i write because it’s an enjoyable hobby that challenges me and that i can improve upon.

31. Hardest character to write: i wrote several short stories that focused on my relationship with one of my cousins and were sort of “what-if” situations—fictionalized events in some sort of weird AU of my own life—that have and never will be posted or published anywhere. only one person has ever read them other than me. and i found that writing myself was the most difficult character to write.

37. Most inspirational quote you’ve ever read or heard that’s still important to you: really, just about anything robin williams ever said. but i’ve always been partial to one of his lines from the movie dead poets society. “no matter what people tell you, words and ideas can change the world.”

41. How many stories do you work on at one time? i usually only write one story at a time, though i’ll sometimes write a drabble or a short oneshot while i’m working on a longer story. as i mentioned in question #13, i often try to deal with writer’s block by getting out of the story and focusing on something else for a bit.

43. Are you an avid reader? i used to be when i was younger; as a kid and teenager and young adult, i read a book a week. since my mid-20s, though, i’ve not read as much. my goal for the summer is to reread the harry potter series, the godfather, and the last don.

47. Do you start with characters or plot when working on a new story? since i mostly write fanfiction, my characters already sort of partially exist anyway, so i start with my basic plot and storyline before going back to shape my characters to fit around the story. when i write non-fanfiction, i feel like my plot and characters sort of form simultaneously.

53. What does writing mean to you? i went to school and got a degree and then a career in a profession that isn’t my true passion but is something i like well enough and am very very good at and knew i would always be able to find a job doing. but music and writing have always been my two biggest passions, as well as things i’m rather good at. so writing sort of gives me a sense of fulfillment, and engages my creative side, in a way that my “real” job doesn’t. and since it’s something i can constantly improve and, between researching topics for my stories and reading through thesauraus.com and dictionary.com and reading through writing blogs for tips on writing outlines and proper grammar and punctuation, etc, allows me to learn so much, it’s a welcome challenge that’s a much better “hobby” and use of my free time than just scrolling mindlessly through tumblr or watching television.

(sorry this took so long to answer! my real life has been a bit busy with my work schedule! and i try to keep my tumblr use to no more than 15 minutes at a time during the summer to keep myself from getting sucked in for too long. i work a lot from may to october and i don't like to spend all of my free time scrolling through tumblr.)

#Anonymous #meggie talks #meggie writes

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apothcosis · 8 years ago

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[ ▲▲▲▲▲ a real challenge for you, gimme five 8) ]

it sure is a challenge because there aren’t a lot of things that grind my gears— but aLRIGHT

Untagged NEGATIVITY

First of all, why would you even impose that on your followers? When you know (and i believe most of everyone knows unless they’re too self centered to notice) that more than 90 percent of Tumblr users are anxious to some extent, why would you consciously put your untagged bad day or stress on the dash???????? it isn’t hard to just write ‘negative tw’ or put it under a read more. Honestly, seeing untagged porn bothers me less than seeing untagged nsfw but that’s probably because I’m a ball of anger that rose from the pit of satan’s fires and can deal better with seeing balls and tits than someone crying out how bad their day was.

I know I sound insensitive but keep those things private or empty them all to your friends. I have an extensive list of tags that I block because I don’t want to feel stress. You say that your tumblr is your safe haven and you can do what you want? Good, so is mine! I usually unfollow if there are too much untagged negativity. Honestly I just can’t handle it. Same with vague posting.

UNFOLLOWING

IT IS NOT A BIG DEAL. DON’T MAKE IT ONE. Don’t go telling people you are unfollowing them. Don’t go asking people why they unfollowed you. Read their rules again iff you really are anxious and ask yourself if it’s really worth it to be that angry/upset about losing a follower. Were you roleplaying with them? If no, then live on and move the fuck on. If yes, then maybe you can wait a week and if there’s no replies from their side, just consider it dropped.

It really isn’t that big of a deal honestly, especially on Tumblr where you can find 12 copies of the same character (though portrayed differently) or find new partners at the snap of your fingers. Again, I might sound insensitive but jesus tapdancing christ, if someone unfollows you, I understand it can be upsetting but it’s really nothing to cry about.

GRAMMAR/SYNTAX/ EFFORTS??

Alright -cracks knuckles- I’m going to be a shit and say that if you make 20 mistakes a sentence, do not use adjectives or do not color your text with style, I will most likely end up disinterested. No matter how amazing your OC is, no matter how great of a person you are, no matter how much of a friend I think you are. I come here to write, principally, and if friendships happen along the way then I’m going to be very happy about it.

But you being my friend does not give you a free pass to not give me an effort in a reply.

I understand. Not everyone speaks english perfectly, neither do I. I’m not even a native english speaker which is reason enough for me to ask of you to make an effort. I am sorry but??? if I was able to learn 5 languages, you are able to write coherently. If I have to reread your lines 4-5 times to get what you understand or you only offer me ‘subject-verb-complement’ I am going to be so bored and i’ll torture myself over dropping the rp or ending it prematurely. I am honestly… really tired of this and I don’t want to hurt people’s feelings but I know I’ll end up hurting them by ignoring their drafts or not wanting to start new stuff. It’s just really hard to tell someone ‘ hey, I really do love you as a person and how you portray your muse but I just, for the life of me, cannot love the way you write because I’m a grammar nazi and all your mistakes are bothering me to the point I don’t enjoy writing with you anymore. Could you please like, make an effort to correct that ?” How would you react if someone told you that???? I would be hurt so I shut up. What hurt me i try not to do onto others but it’s just.. really frustrating.

ON THE SAME LINE OF IDEA ABOUT EFFORTS- Advancing a roleplay plot

weeps about this one a lot- but I’m also guilty of it at times. I get it. Doing stuff can be pretty intimidating, initiating something in a developed plot without god modding– please. Just involve some NPC, make your character move a little, don’t just respond to what I write. I do that too at times when it’s like 9 paragraphs long already but i always ALWAYS try to give something for my partner to reply to. Don’t be that guy who waits for someone to write them a fanfiction.

DUPLICATES

Toby you are a saint. I don’t know how you do, interacting with all these flamingos but i’m of the school of old people who can’t do twins au or brothers or stuff like that. I just. physically can’t because when I pick a muse I appropriate it and claim it as my own so any other portrayal will bother me to some extent. There are exceptions so if you and I roleplay the same muse and I follow you, it’s because I do enjoy your portrayal but the chance of that happening is so thin you shouldn,t count on it. Also??? It’s not bad to not want to interact with duplicates and it’s not bad to judge them either. Sometimes, seeing something that bothers you on someone’s portrayal reinforce your own- as horrible as it sounds. Just don,t go around claiming you are the most ‘canon’ one lmao I’d personally never do that, even with Crocodile which I’ve been roleplaying for over 12 years. For all I know I could be extremely ooc for some people :) But yeah, love or hate duplicates, just don’t shit on them or their choice to follow/interact or not with their duplicate.

#salty af #negativity tw #despairforme #( asks; answered prayers. )

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Brown Sugar and Honey

If there is a love line then it will be my first Kyungsoo series. Hope you like it but if you don’t guess what I don’t give two shits leave my blog then. Anyways enjoy bye.

Warnings: Fluffy, Angst, Language, Bullying, Stupid, May not make senses, Brain frat, May not have smut, Trigger, Suicide talk, Racism, Blood, etc.

Pairing: OC x DO Kyungsoo

Chapter 12

April 16, 2018

The last few weeks the girls have been getting ready for their first ever solo concert. Day in and day out they have been practicing their dances. They spending the day learning new dances and the night going over them on stage.

“You girls need to work on the formation for Runaway and Catch Me.” The stage director says watching as the girls dance. “Eunjin and ChaCha you aren’t getting to your right spots.” They both nod looking over at him and he walks back down the walk way.

They start the music over getting into place. Once the music starts the girls start dancing going over the dance again. After the 5th time they stop the music and the girls sighs dropping to the floor closing their eyes.

Renesmee walks around giving the girls a towel and bottle of water. They all thank her taking the bottle sitting up drinking it. Once their brake was done they work on their solo stages before going back into working on group songs.

“Okay that’s it for today girls lets go.” Their manager says watching them as they lay on the stage trying to cool off. Renesmee stops dancing looking over at them and Jisoo smirks looking back at Renesmee.

“Really you didn’t stop not once today; you’re going to hurt yourself sis.” Jisoo speaks as she sits up grabbing her water taking a swig.

“I’m fine but I am hungry now.” Renesmee replies as she starts to walk off the stage grabbing her bag. The girls get in the vans and head out to get some food before heading back to the dorm to sleep. Once they get back to the dorm the girls take their showers then go to bed.

“Hello…” Renesmee speaks softly with a whine still half sleep as she rubs her eye.

“Can you come out or are you still sleepy?” Kyungsoo asks and Renesmee looks at the time shielding her eyes from the bright light. Renesmee hums a quick yes as she sits up yawning. “Just meet me at the company I’m in the last practice room.”

“Okay bye.” Renesmee speaks as she gets up walking over to her closet grabbing a jacket putting it over her tee as she puts her phone down. Renesmee looks at the time on her phone shaking her head. She changes out of her shorts and grabs some sweatpants putting them on.

She bends over putting her shoes on before grabbing her hat putting it on. She picks up her phone walking out the room leaving the dorm. “What could he want this early in the morning?” She speaks as she looks down at her phone as she walks.

Kyungsoo practices while he waits on Renesmee to get there. Renesmee walks into the building and bows to the lady before making her way to the room Kyungsoo in. She opens the door yawning as she rubs her eye and Kyungsoo stops looking back at her.

“You know if you were too tired to come you could have said no.” He says walking over to her and she just shakes her head. Kyungsoo smiles watching her as she stands in front of him. “You even cuter when sleepy.”

Renesmee whines pouting and he just smiles covering his mouth. “What did you need anyways.” She looks at him tilting her head. Kyungsoo reaches up grabbing her hand pulling her closer and Renesmee smiles resting her head on his shoulder.

“I got you a present that’s why I told you to come.” He whisper in her ear wrapping his arms around her. Renesmee nods turning her head nuzzling his neck. “Don’t you wanna what it is?” He asks tilting his head looking at her and Renesmee hums a yes nodding her head.

Kyungsoo smiles as he pulls her closer walking her over to the table where his bag is. Renesmee stands there taking in his smell as she yawns again covering her mouth with her jacket sleeve. “So what did you get?” She asks looking down at out his bag as he pulls out the small black box.

“Something almost as beautiful as you.” He says speaking softly watching as she turns around to look. He opens the box showing her the necklace and Renesmee gasp covering her mouth again. She turns back towards Kyungsoo pouting and he smiles.

“Don’t make that face.” He speaks holding up his hand with the watch teasing her. Renesmee whines laying her head back on his shoulder. “Heh you did the same thing to me.” He speaks as looks down at the necklace then back at her.

“But that was for your birthday, it’s not my birthday.” She whine gently hitting his chest as she stands there. Kyungsoo smiles as a small chuckle leaves his lips and she looks up at him.

“Well this is for your first concert plus I’m wearing the other one.” He says and she tilts her head and he pulls on his shirt showing her the necklace. “You have to wear it sweetie because I’m not taking it back.”

Renesmee pouts looking up at him as he puts the necklace on her. Kyungsoo smiles as he hooks the necklace on then he tilts his head kissing her cheek. “Thank you.”

Kyungsoo looks down at her nodding. “You’re welcome sweetie.” He says wrapping his arms around her. “Are you nervous about the concert?”

Renesmee rest her head on his shoulder sighing. “I wish I was nervous but that would be an understatement on how I feel.” She says closing her eyes.

Kyungsoo hums hearing her tilting his head to the side looking at her. “So how do you feel?” He asks and she sighs lifting her head to look at him.

“Terrified is the word you are looking for.” Renesmee says tilting her head back. Kyungsoo nods closing his eyes understanding how she feels.

“True it is terrifying holding your first concert but you won’t be alone remember.” He says rubbing her side. Renesmee pouts looking down at her hands.

“Don’t worry to much and just have fun.” He assures her smiling. “I know you’re ready all you do is practice besides aren’t you the one who came up with the dances.” He speaks tilting his head down looking at her.

Renesmee smiles sheepishly biting her lower lip. Kyungsoo smirks watching her as he pushes her hair back. “You’re horrible you know that.”

“But you still love me.” She smiles closing her eyes.

“Yes I do.” He states nodding his head causing her to hum wrapping her arms around him. Kyungsoo looks down at his phone looking at the time.

“It’s late and you have to get up in a hour or two.” He says putting his phone in his pocket. Renesmee pouts looking up at him and he sighs seeing her face.

“I don’t wanna go.” Renesmee whines pulling him closer. Kyungsoo grunts being pull and he reaches up placing his hand on her hips.

He leans forward pressing his lips against hers and she hums into the kiss smiling. After a few seconds he pulls away looking at her. “You have to go I’ll text you later okay.”

Renesmee pouts letting go of him as she steps back. “Go now and get so more sleep before practice.” He says patting her leg guiding her towards the door.

“Fine I’ll go only cause I’m still sleepy.” She says folding her arms as she walks. Kyungsoo smirks before giving her a quick kiss goodbye.

“Remember have fun okay.” He watches as she walks out the door.

April 20, 2018

As the girls get ready for their first concert Renesmee sits in the corner looking at her phone. “Has anyone seen Renesmee?” One of the managers asks as they walk the hall the staff shake their head getting back to work.

“Where did that girl run off to?”

She sighs walking back to the dressing room where the others get ready. “Still can’t find her huh.” Jisoo says as she sits there getting her hair and makeup done. Their manager looks over at her shaking her head. “Don’t worry she’ll come out sooner or later.”

“I would love it if it was now and not later.” She says as of matter of fact and Jisoo just smiles. Once Jisoo was done she gets up and grabs her jacket putting it on. “She wouldn’t run off like this unless something is wrong.”

“True my sister wouldn’t just run off like that, but she did put a lot of work into this and to just leave without saying anything is something she wouldn’t do.” Jisoo picks up her mic set putting it on under her jacket one of the staff members helping her.

“I can’t do this.” Renesmee speaks as she holds the phone to her ear. Kyungsoo sighs shaking his head hearing her. Renesmee pulls her knees to her chest as she hides in one of the unused rooms.

“Yes you can.” Kyungsoo tells her as he sits in the car waiting to go inside. “I know you’ll do an amazing job.” Renesmee whines shaking her head making Kyungsoo groan. Kyungsoo mumbles to himself as he rubs his temples.

“I’m not acting like a baby.” Renesmee snaps back hearing him and Kyungsoo smirks surprise that she heard him.

“Baby I love you and all but yes you are acting like a baby right now.” Kyungsoo speaks back resting his head against the window. Renesmee whines hiding her face and Kyungsoo just shakes his head. “Where’s Tweety at?”

“Right here in my lap.” Renesmee says squeezing her plushie closing her eyes.

“Alright then if you have Tweety then everything will be fine okay.” Kyungsoo says speaking in a soft tone. “Now I want you to go back to the dressing room and finish getting ready; I want you to have fun tonight and stop worrying.”

“Okay?”

Renesmee hums a quick yes as she sits there listening to him. “Good I’ll talk to you later bye.” He says before ending the call and Renesmee looks down at her phone watching the screen go black. She sighs as she gets up holding her plushie.

Kyungsoo gets out the van looking around. “What took you so long hyung?” Jongin asks as he stands next to the others.

“Huh oh I got a call sorry.” Kyungsoo says smiling fixing his jacket. “Are they letting us in now?” He asks looking at them and Junmyeon turns looking at him.

“Yeah they just opened the door; we were waiting on you come on.” Junmyeon says nodding his head.

“I’m glad we were able to work out our schedules so we could come.” Jongdae says as they walk into the venue. “Renesmee said she was really terrified about tonight.”

“Yeah she said she threw up at least 5 different times because she was too sacred.” Chanyeol says as they make their way in looking for their seats.

“Since when were y’all so close to her?” Baekhyun asks as he takes his seat next to Sehun and Jongdae.

“Well I’ve been close to her.” Chanyeol says holding the concert lightstick. Baekhyun looks over at him humming.

“And well as for me I caught her making herself throw up in one of the practice room as she was crying.” Jongdae speaks looking down at his phone before looking at them.

“I apologize for what happened with Kyungsoo and she told me what and why she was puking into a trash can.”

“She was making herself puke?” Yixing asks looking over at Jongdae. Jongdae nods pulling his hat off raking his fingers through his hair.

“She says she does that about 2 times a week.”

Kyungsoo grips his fist as he sits there listening to them. “I told her she needs to stop that but I’m not sure if she listened or not.” Jongdae shrugs before looking around the venue.

“That girl is crazy I hope she’ll be okay tonight.” Jongin speaks as he looks up from his phone. “Was it wise to sit here?”

He asks hearing some of the crowd yell their names waving to them. Junmyeon looks around smiling at everyone. “It’s fine we are here for the girls nothing more.”

“Yeah and I wanted good seats to watch the show.” Baekhyun says and Minseok nods agreeing with him.

“Besides we aren’t the only ones here.” Minseok says taking off his shades messing with his lightstick. “I believe a few members from Red Velvet and SNSD and SHINee are over there sitting closer.”

He speaks pointing closer to the left side of the venue. Junmyeon nods looking over there then point to the right side. “And I believe NCT is over there.”

“So we aren’t the only ones here?” Baekhyun says looking around nodding. “That’s good…ooo we should go backstage and get pictures after.”

Junmyeon nods looking up from his phone seeing the lights go out and music starts playing. They all look at the screens watching the video play.

Renesmee slowly opens the door and walks out the room making her way back to the dressing room. The girls all look back hearing the door open and Roxay smiles seeing Renesmee walk into the dressing room.

“Where have you been?” One of their managers asks looking at her and Renesmee looks at the floor as she bows. “Hurry you still need hair and makeup.” She says and Renesmee nods walking over to a chair sitting down.

Renesmee sits there looking at her lap going over the dances in her head. “Okay girls you have 10 minuets before the show.” One of their managers says and the girls all look at Renesmee seeing her hair and makeup done.

She sits there gripping her plushie keeping her eyes close. “Unnie are you okay?” Sora asks placing her hand on Renesmee shoulder.

Renesmee opens her eyes looking at Sora and Sora smiles watching her. Renesmee nods before looking down at her plushie smiling. She stands up putting it on the couch walking over to the door.

“Let’s go out there and have fun okay.” Renesmee says as she looks at them and they all nod. One of the staffs walks over putting her mic set on her. Renesmee bows thanking them before walking out the room.

The VCR intro starts playing and the girls get ready getting into place. The girls open up with Wonderland, My Sweet Heart and Poison.

Once the girls finish Moka quickly heads backstage to change. Once she changes she gets ready for her solo. After Moka finishes her solo the girls come back out they they perform Oasis and Second Star.

After they finish the first few songs the girls stop and do their first ment. “Gimmie gimmie your love Royal 1004! Hello we are Royal 1004!”

They says bowing to everyone waving. The girls introduce themselves being their normal selves.

“Who’s ready to have fun tonight!” Chaoxing yells trying to get the audience hype.

“I don’t know they don’t sound like they’re ready to turn up.” Xiaoling says holding up her mic as she looks over Chaoxing.

“What are you sure?”

“Well let’s ask them.” Xiaoling smiles facing the audience again. “If you’re ready to get lit make some noise.”

“No…no no no no I’m not buying this.” Renesmee says shaking her head looking at the others. “I need more.”

Roxay and Jisoo both nod agreeing with her. “Me neither…now if you are ready to get lit make some noise!!!!” Moka says holding up her mic and the audience goes wild.

“That’s more like it….turn up!!!” Chaoxing says nodding her head as she pushes her hair back. “Let’s party!!”

The girls walk off stage getting ready for the next stage. As the others change Yiyang goes out and does her solo stage. After her solo they go into Tinkerbell, Fairytale and Lolli.

As the girls walk around singing and dancing to Lolli they interact with the fans giving them candy. As Renesmee walks around her section she waves to the fans smiling.

Xiaoling smiles running up behind her jumping onto Renesmee back. Renesmee hums looking up and smiles holding onto her legs.

Xiaoling kisses her cheek laughing and Renesmee smirks shaking her head. Renesmee looks back hearing the fans scream. Xiaoling hops off her back and they both start dancing facing each other.

Once they stop Xiaoling laughs as she looks back at the fans. She stops seeing the boys sitting there and she pokes Renesmee looks up as she hands a fan back their phone.

Renesmee looks up waving then freezes seeing Kyungsoo looking at her. She looks away as she keeps handing out lollipops to the fans.

She pushes her hair behind her ears as she starts singing her part. Then Jisoo comes jumping over after she hand the staff her basket.

As the night goes on the girls showcase different sides of the group as they perform. They do cover medley of Red Velvet songs. Halfway through the night the girls are halfway through the show.

Once Xiaoling does her solo the girls do a medley of NCT songs before Sora does her solo. The girls let lose and have fun being on stage with each other.

Once the girls finish performing Dessert the girls run off stage. Suddenly the lights shut off. The fans look around confused.

“Okay this is odd did something happen.” Jongdae says looking around. Chanyeol smirks shaking his head. Suddenly music starts playing.

The staff secures the curtain and pull it up so it’s covering the area where Renesmee will be. The fans try and use their light sticks and phones to see what’s going on.

The girls run backstage to get change for their next cover medley. Renesmee quickly gets ready for her solo stage.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Jisoo watching Renesmee as she gets her hair done. Renesmee nods standing up when the stylist was done.

“Unnie fighting!” Roxay says smiling holding up her fist. Renesmee nods smiling back as she runs out the room following one of the staff members.

Renesmee slowly makes her way over to the side of the stage looking around the best she can in dark. One of the staff members takes her under the stage leading her to the platform.

“You okay?” Her manager asks and she shrugs as they help her with her mic set. Renesmee steps onto the platform watching the rope come down. “You’ve been over like a million time and more.”

“Right just give it my all.” Renesmee speaks softly covering her mic. Her manager nods smiling.

“Only you can do this.” Her manager says watching as Renesmee puts her wrist through the loop making sure it’s tight enough. Renesmee nods looking up and the platform lifts her up.

Once the platform stops Renesmee sighs nodding again pushing her hair back with her free hand. The rope starts to pull Renesmee up into the air as the stage starts to feel with fog.

Once Renesmee was up she closes her eyes as it goes silent and the screens start to flash and the lights start to strobe.

The led screens flash a series of words and pictures. Renesmee grips the rope as she hangs there waiting. She tilts her head hearing the beat start as she fixes her ear piece.

“What’s going on….” Jongin asks looking around. They all look over seeing the lights flash the back at the middle of the stage seeing the lights turn on.

“Must be apart of the show.” Yixing says looking around.

“It is….I didn’t think she would do it.” Chanyeol says sitting up and the others look over at him.

“What do you mean….” Junmyeon starts to speak but stops hearing the music. Chanyeol points up towards the beams and they all look up.

“That’s Renesmee she’s up there?” Kyungsoo says tilting his head seeing Renesmee just hanging there. The lights flash again and the curtain drops.

Renesmee lets her head rest on her arm as she starts talking. “Eyes see all but don’t know all…” She speaks as she closes her eyes and the camera crew zoom in on her face.

“Ears hear everything but don’t listen…” Renesmee keeps going as camera follows along with her. “Lips speaks out but no one cares….”

Renesmee bites her lip tilting her head back as the rope starts to lower her. “Mind closed and locked unwilling to learn new.”

The led screens start showing pictures with hidden meanings. Pictures of world problems and pictures of the girls and Renesmee.

“Who will protect thee from the world that hurts you.” Moka voice says as they show up up the screen as the video plays.

Renesmee looks up hearing the recording on the voice. “Me…”

“Who will protect us from the hate….” Eunjin voice plays out over the speakers.

“I will…” Renesmee speaks placing her other hand on her chest.

“Who will teach us and help us when we mess us….” Yiyang voice plays out.

“I will help you…” Renesmee says her next line closing her eyes.

“No one listens to us what’s the point….” Chaoxing voice says and Renesmee gasp.

“No I’m here I’ll listen just tell me….” Renesmee says as she reaches out with her free hand.

“I can’t do it what’s the point…” Jisoo voice speaks out next. As the video plays on showing each saying.

“Yes you can please don’t give up….” Renesmee speaks as the rope stops her half way down.

“Just put on a smile and hide the pain.” Sora face pops up as she speaks next.

“Their cries or our cries will never be heard.” Xiaoling speaks as the words go on and everyone sits there in silence. “We have no one they lie about our Guardian angel…”

“No….” Renesmee speaks a broken sound as she speaks. “I’m right here…”

“You said you would always be there for us but…” Roxay voice plays as the rope starts moving again and Renesmee release a slow breath. “Who is our Guardian angel…”

“Me it’s me I’m your angel.” Renesmee says as her feet touch the stage floor and she falls to her knees.

The lights fade out as the a shadow appears on the screen and laughs a wicked evil laugh. Renesmee pulls her hand out the loop as she slowly stands back up.

For Renesmee solo she choose to do the opening in Korean then sing the song in English. As she stands there singing the crowd follows her every move.

She pours her heart and soul into the song she wrote. As she sings the small lights float around her. When she starts her pre chorus the staff sets of the light shower of water.

As the water falls you can see the water form small pictures and patterns. Showing the lyrics in Korean with the water.

When Renesmee get to the break down of the song she steps out of the water shower putting her blindfold on. Renesmee looks up feeling the water under her feet as she starts to dance.

Renesmee shows off her dance skills in jazz and lyrical as she dances in the water. As she does one more fish flop into a toe rise she ends up back to her beginning spot.

Renesmee hits her high note setting off the rain letting the water fall on her. She keeps singing now tilting her head up as the microphone is lower towards her.

As the song slowly start to end the video starts playing again and the shadow figure appears on the screen along with Renesmee.

“I’m your Guardian angel I’m here I promise…” Renesmee sings out as the video plays. “I will protect you I promise…”

The camera circles Renesmee as she stands there the fog slowly coming back. She reaches up gripping the blindfold pulling it off. “Such pretty eyes have seen so much pain.”

“Such a pretty smile holds so much pain.” The shadow speaks whispering into Renesmee ear. “Look at them all smiling and be happy…they don’t care about you…”

The video plays on as Renesmee stands on the stage singing. “You have a smart open mind but no one will listen or understand.”

“Let me end it for you…an angel shouldn’t suffer like this…let me end it…” The voice speaks and Renesmee looks at the camera as tears roll down her cheek and she shakes her head.

As they look at the screen they watch the shadow figure rip off Renesmee wings with a wicked smile. “Say it go ahead and ask…”

“I will always protect you forever…” Renesmee says as she looks down at the rain watching the water turn red. “But who will protect m….mmm…me….” As the screen flashes the shadow stabs Renesmee.

“No one will protect you….” The shadow speaks looking at Renesmee. Renesmee gasp as she stands there under the water and she looks up as she falls to her knees.

The water stops and all that plays is the evil laugh on the screen as the light fades out. Once Renesmee finishes her solo she gets up running backstage to change.

As the vcr plays Kyungsoo looks at Chanyeol. “You knew about that?” He says and Chanyeol looks down at him with a smirk sitting back in his seat.

“Yeah I did because I helped plus they used me for filming.” He says folding his arms nodding. “I was the shadow and did the other voice that were in the background as Renesmee spoke.”

“I did some voices and the girls did their own voices obviously.” Chanyeol watches Kyungsoo seeing him get jealous. “Calm down okay lover boy.”

Kyungsoo grips his fist looking at Chanyeol. Kyungsoo rolls his eyes looking back at the stage. The staff quickly get to work cleaning the stage getting it ready.

“You did great sis.” Jisoo says rubbing the towel on Renesmee head. Renesmee hums thanking her as she changes outfits. Once the stage was ready the vcr starts playing.

The girls run out getting ready for their EXO medley cover. Renesmee quickly runs out her hair still wet. Jisoo smiles looking at Renesmee as she walks over to her.

Renesmee smiles standing next to Jisoo. They start off with Playboy first for the medley. The girls give a lot of fan services as she they flirt with the fans.

As Renesmee looks into the section her and Jisoo have she smirks seeing Kyungsoo face as she pushes her hair back. She then looks back at Jisoo grabbing her by her hip pulling her against her chest as they end the song.

The fans scream even louder watching them. The boys sit there looking at them then at each other. The beat drops and the girls go into artificial love and the make their way back to the center stage.

As they do their dance to artificial love the fans eat it up as the camera crew gets every angle they can. After artificial love they go into the eve, touch it then sweet lies. Once they finish those three they end it with ko ko bop.

“Did that just happen?” Sehun says pointing to the stage as they sit there in shock. Once they finish the EXO medley the girls do another ment.

They do a few more songs for the encore. The girls do one last ment before closing the show with a vcr. The girls say bye then run off going backstage.

The girls cheer finishing their first concert. They bow thanking the staff before packing getting ready to leave. Renesmee sits on the couch with her plushie and phone once she got change.

Someone knocks on the door opening it and the girls look over seeing some of the idols walk in. “Unnie!” Yeri runs over sitting next to Renesmee hugging her.

Renesmee jumps looking up from her phone. “You don’t have to call me that.” Renesmee looks at her hugging her back smiling.

“You girls did amazing.” Minho says as he walks into the room. Renesmee looks up seeing them walk in.

The girls bow to them as they walk in. Renesmee stands up bowing before sitting back down. Renesmee sits there watching as NCT, SHINee, EXO, Red Velvet, Super Junior, Amber, SNSD, and Lee Sooman all pile into the room.

Sooman looks around the seeing the girls all talking and taking pictures. That is till he sees Renesmee sitting on the couch and he walks over. Renesmee stiffens seeing Sooman walk over towards here.

She quickly stands up bowing to him and he stops watching. “Relax Renesmee okay.” He says holding his phone in his hand. She stands back up nodding looking at the floor.

“I’m proud of you Nessie, they told me even though they told you not to do that stage you still did it.”

“I’m apologize sir; I didn’t mean to cause trouble.” Renesmee bows again as she grips the plushie closing her eyes.

“Why are you apologizing Renesmee you aren’t in trouble.” He speaks watching her and she stands back up biting her lip. “You’ve been holding back I can tell and if you don’t let go now your going to hurt yourself.”

He speaks as he steps closer leaning closer to her ear so she can hear him. Sooman nods walking over to the others leaving Renesmee there.

Renesmee walks over standing next to Jisoo. “You always have that bird with you why?” Key asks looking at Renesmee and they all look at her.

Renesmee stiffens seeing everyone look at her.” “Relax sis calm down.” Jisoo puts her arm around her.

“It’s special that why and it helps me.” Renesmee speaks looking down at her hands.

“So that dance…” Baekhyun says standing next to Xiaoling as he looks at them.

“Yeah so who wants to take pictures now?” Xiaoling says trying to change to subject.

“Unnie came up with all the medley dances remakes.” Roxay says and everyone looks at Renesmee. She bites her lip moving behind Jisoo.

“Don’t try and hide now.” Jongdae says watching her. “You really came up with those dances.” He asks looking at her and she looks at the floor nodding.

“Really Nessie you’re still this shy?” Johnny says looking at her and she looks over at him and he just smiles.

“Yes I can’t help it plus there’s a lot of people in here.” She says tilting her head blinking as she looks at the floor then back over at him.

“I didn’t know you could rap.” Taeyong says walking over standing next to Johnny. Renesmee hums nodding her head and Jisoo sighs moving out the way.

“I can’t I had to learn your part for cherry bomb.” Renesmee pushes her hair back looking at him. Chenle, Jisung and Jungwoo come running into the room.

“Noona!” They say running over to Renesmee hugging her. Renesmee face immediately lights up seeing them and she hugs them back. “You amazing out there.”

Chenle says smiling and Renesmee shakes her head. “Thank you.” She replies putting her arm around him and Jungwoo.

“Why is it when they are around here she’s all smiles?” Taeil speaks pointing at them as they watch her.

“Because she is a big kid like them.” Jisoo speaks walking looking for her phone. Renesmee looks over at Jisoo. “Plus her and Chenle both sound like dolphins.”

“Do not!” They both yell at the same time sounding just like dolphins. Everyone stops and looks at them and they both start laughing.

“See dolphins.” Jisoo picks up her phone walking back over. “But she really close with the younger NCT members.”

“Well she close with Ten and I.” Johnny says folding his arms. Watching Renesmee as she takes pictures with the younger members of NCT. Ten nods agreeing with him.

Kyungsoo tilts his head watching her and she looks back at him. “You two work well with each.” Ten says looking at Renesmee and she freezes looking at him.

“Huh…”

“You and Moka for baby don’t stop.” Ten smiles and she bows thanking him. “You don’t have to bow all the time.”

“Give it up Ten she won’t listen.” Johnny says walking over to Jaehyun and Yuta. Renesmee rubs the back of her neck looking at the floor.

“You really did all the dance remakes?” He asks and Renesmee nods biting her lip.

“Yeah…I’m one for not having double standards girl group can be just as sexy without pushing it too much.” Renesmee says tilting her head thinking.

Chanyeol walks over hugging Renesmee from behind towering over her. “Nya…” She stumbles forward catching her balance.

“Part dolphin and cat.” Ten says smiling watching her. She pushes her hair back trying to see who was hugging.

“Ugh I’m so proud of you.” Chanyeol says smiling.

“Oppa….” Renesmee whines closing her eyes pouting.

“You’re going to crush her Chanyeol.” Junmyeon says trying to pull Chanyeol off of her. Chanyeol stands back up letting her go.

Renesmee bows to them smiling. “Thank you.” She speaks looking up at Chanyeol. “And thank you for helping with the song and video.”

“Any time Nessie.” Chanyeol nodding putting his arm around her. Chanyeol smiles looking over at Kyungsoo. “You okay Nessie?”

Renesmee hums looking around the room nodding. She stops and Sooman looking at her. “Yeah I guess so.”

“Pictures!” Baekhyun says grabbing Renesmee by the arm pulling her over to the others. She stands between Kyungsoo and Jongin.

“You did great tonight.” Kyungsoo turns his head whispering in her ear and she nods. “But I can tell you’re not okay.”

Renesmee hums tilting her head hearing him. “Chanyeol and Chen told me what you’ve been doing.” He says nodding before looking at the camera smiling.

He puts his arm around her as she grips the back of his shirt. “I’m sorry.” She says looking down before looking back up as they take a few more pictures doing different poses.

Kyungsoo hums letting her go as he steps back. “We’ll talk about it later.” He looks down at the floor before walking over to Jongin.

“Really aren’t you being hard on her?” Jongin asks looking at the older male. Kyungsoo hums looking at him then walks out the door. Jongin sighs following him with the others.

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