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Dear Noisy Neighbour, !

pairing: streamer!lando norris x insomniac!reader author's note: so, i'm sorry for my abscence, this fic caused me problems and also i've been busy with art stuff!! sorry for being gone for... a month. but!! i hope you enjoy this fic!! gn!reader, no use of y/n warnings: one liiittle (🤏) sex joke, sleeping problems, neighbours-to-something, one flirty remark, that's about it i think word count: 1.8k

You’ve had many sleepless nights, far too many to count. Though none of them were quite as loud as this one. What sounded like banging coming from the wall right beside you, with uncontrollable laughter following suit. Some muffled words that you were too tired to make sense of, more laughter, and clicking on a keyboard.

You turn in your bed, groaning into your pillow. You assumed that the… Friendly ruckus was caused by your newly moved-in neighbor, who you only knew of because of the endless amount of moving boxes placed in the building's corridor. The mess was no problem, you knew moving would always be a messy process, so you thought nothing of it. On the contrary, you somewhat looked forward to meeting the mystery neighbor.

But now you couldn’t say those positive feelings remained. Not when he was yelling at the top of his lungs at 2 in the morning. You couldn’t even fathom why he was even up now. Quite frankly, you don’t want to either. With his yelling and groaning, only two things were coming to mind, either he was getting killed, or he was… Well, honestly you’d rather not think about it.

The darkness in your room is a familiar comfort, although you always swear there’s movement hiding beneath it somehow. Groggily, you sit up, swinging your legs off of your bed. Your feet search the floor underneath them, trying to find the warm slippers usually placed there. Once you find them, you messily slide your feet into them, almost putting them on the wrong way.

Your steps are slow, almost dragging your feet across your bedroom floor to find the lamp sitting on your desk. Your hand feels the cold surface, finding the button to turn it on. Soon the room is slightly illuminated by its warm glow, a yellowish light brushing the walls. Though it wasn’t peaceful, still, with your neighbour yelling clear enough that you could hear it. He’s yelling at some guy, Max, about some… Enemy?

Perhaps you should give him a knock. Like a friendly not-so-friendly reminder that he doesn’t live alone in this building. Or maybe that’s too rude.

You find yourself grumbling in the chair, unsure of what to do. You couldn’t go to bed just yet, since he was still awake, but you didn’t want to just sit around. Also, you really wanted to do something about the noise. You don’t think you’d live another day if this continued for days on end. However, you had no clue how to tell him off. You could of course just confront him, but you didn’t have the energy to potentially get into an argument at this time of night, so that was out of the question. Maybe you could get your landlord to tell him off? No, actually. That’s probably a bit too harsh. 

A sigh escapes you. You had zero clue on what to do. You slide open a drawer, rummaging through it for something to keep you entertained for the night. It’s unorganized, with different junk and scrap scattered amongst the material stored there.

In the drawer, your eyes land on a bright yellow notepad, which gives you an idea of how to tell your new neighbour off without being too rude.

You take out the notepad, as well as a pen you found lying inside the drawer. The pen gives off a soft click as you pop the cap off. It takes you a while to figure out what to write, and multiple attempts or ideas are quickly scrapped and thrown into the bin placed beside your desk. Eventually, you land on a note that goes as follows:

Dear Noisy Neighbour, 

I hope you find your new place to your liking! It’s nice to have someone new in the building, but you’re causing quite a ruckus. There are a lot of  people who are trying to or are currently sleeping,  so please tone it down! - your new neighbour :) 

You grab the note, shuffling out of your chair and out of your bedroom. You had to squint as you made your way towards your front door, making sure not to trip over anything, or yourself for that matter. You unlock the door, reaching for the handle and creaking the door open. The corridor was dark, almost tranquil, as you stepped out into it. Although it’s kind of cold.

Though, loud laughter interrupts the short peace you had, reminding you why you were out here in the first place. You turn to his door, stepping around the boxes placed at your feet like you’re finding your way through a maze. You stop in front of his door, the noise even louder now that you’re up close. His British accent is far clearer, and you can somewhat distinguish what he’s talking about.

For a moment, you just stand there as if you’re unsure of what to do. Honestly, you feel kind of silly standing here in the dark and telling someone off via stationary. The pitch-black of the corridor envelops you in a brief silence—until your neighbour's yelp makes you nearly jump out of your skin.

You steel yourself as you press the bright yellow note onto his wooden door, the bottom curling upward slightly. You press down on the note, flattening it with your palm. His boisterous laughter once again rings through the silent night and you physically flinch, stepping back from the door to calm your beating heart. Your eyes narrow, and your nose crinkles at his unashamed volume.

You take a step back, eyes scanning over the bright yellow patch now present on his front door. It stands out even in the dark of the night, and you’re honestly a little afraid. You couldn’t imagine how he would reply to it. Maybe he’d be pissed. Well, you’re already here; better not to regret anything.

Lando wasn’t sure what to make of the passive-aggressive note stuck to his front door. The letters were smudged and it was slightly crinkled in the corners, with a smiley face in the corner trying its best to show some friendliness. It usually would amuse him, but this time for some odd reason, it didn’t. If he were honest, he only felt bad. Clearly, he hadn’t made a good first impression on whoever made it.

Gently, he peeled the note off of the door and put it in his pocket. He’ll have to put it up somewhere so he remembers to keep quiet during streams. His steps back into the apartment are sluggish; his mind drifting off. The blue light from his computer screen makes his eyes hurt as he retreats to his bedroom. He winces, stepping towards his screen and pulling out the note—pressing it to the top left corner of his middle monitor.

He doesn’t think of it at the moment, but his hand rests lingering—fingertips brushing against the slightly crumpled paper. His raised arm falls to his side as he crumbles into his chair like a man defeated. 

Staying up too late like this isn’t good for him; his mind won’t stop running. He shouldn’t let a small note affect him like this, especially not when it’s something as easy to fix as this. Hell—he’s a streamer—he’s used to things like this. People who he didn’t know commenting on how obnoxious he was. He shouldn’t care. But he does. 

It’s stupid, really. But as he sits in his chair he can’t help but run scenarios in his head, playing out different ways to apologise. Maybe he could get his neighbour a gift? Maybe he should put all the boxes that’d been left in the hallway into his apartment (which he should’ve done the moment he got here, it’d slipped his mind—he swears). Maybe he could even bake them something—or well, not with his baking skills—he has to do something.

The clock ticking in his room turns into background noise as time slips through him; no longer aware of the passage of the time. Minutes turn into hours as guilt continues to reside in his body like a leech, sucking away all his other thoughts. He only realises how long he’s been awake when the birds chirping outside his window brings him back.

He sighs—not of relief—but of an overwhelm he can’t seem to describe. The slight creak of his chair when he leans back seems louder than ever—his curls that tickle the back of his neck feeling like it’s giving him a rash, despite them being so soft.

His hands reach into the drawer he’d left open for some reason, hands brushing over the notebook that he intended to use as a journal; however that intention didn’t last. But now he thought of something else he could use it for. Shuffling it out of the already filled drawer, he slips it in front of the keyboard. He slips out a pencil and hovers it over the open notebook. He thought of something to write, but then—it doesn’t fit. Writing, scrapping, then re-writing. Over and over til he finds something that fits. And eventually, he does.

A script that he thinks that he could rehearse to the person complaining, a formal apology. He rises a little too quickly out of his chair, stumbling when he stands. Shuffling through his bedroom, in the same pajamas he put on when he thought to sleep, he exits into his main living area; rehearsing the scripted apology in unintelligible mumbles. 

With his eyes still on the paper—and his handwriting that looks closer to incoherent scribbles—he steps into his slippers and opens his door. 

The loud creak that the door emits when he exits usually would put him off, but he doesn’t pay attention, his mumbles sounding like the ramblings of a madman. His steps are deliberate as he walks through the maze of boxes and he’s just a few steps away from his next-door neighbours apartment when he hears the cough of a person a bit too close for comfort.

His eyes drift up to find yours.

The man in front of you looks messy. Not the clean type of messy that you’d expect, no, but a messy that only a rugged, distressed man could be. He looks only a breath away from breaking down. His pupils are dilated and theres a flustered expression on his face as his eyes meet yours, and he mutters an: “oh fuck”. 

A curl springs in front of his face as he stumbles to start speaking, “I, uh- shit. Uhm, I’m sorry for being noisy, I didn’t realise that- uhm, I didn’t realise my impact on the others in the building-”

You can’t help but laugh—his expression is a little pitiful as his lips tremble with something you could only call guilt.

“You don’t need to be so formal,” you smile, hand brushing the back of your neck, “I only wanted you to be a bit quieter.”

God, he was incredibly cute. 

��Ah.” His cheeks reddened as he breathed out. Long and heavy, “Well, I’m sorry.”

His mouth opens to probably say something else—maybe another dumbfounded apology—or maybe something else, but he closes it once again with a small smile on his face, and red brushing his cheeks.

“Well, just keep the note in mind, for future nights, okay?” you flash him a grin, “I’ll see you around, cutie.” 

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studio sessions.

han taesan x reader

taesan n reader r both idols! refers to taesan by his real name (dongmin) in most of this, super cuteness TT lowercase intended, ignore any spelling mistakes or grammatical errors! enjoyy <3

wc: 3,561

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"and i guess...i guess i'm just...in love with you?"

"tsk...no, that's not it" yn ln groans as she leans her head onto her knee. "if you could look through my eyes, if you could listen to the beat of my heart...if we switched places for just a moment you'd see all the truth about you that i've kept within me..." the idol girl read out loud, her cursor skimming through the page of lyrics she had just typed out onto the otherwise empty google document that stood before her on the computer screen. "and you'd figure me out...you'd see what this is all about..." the words seem to naturally come out of her head, like she was born to create catchy rhymes out of thin air. "you'd see what a fool i am, all the stupid things i'd do...all the proof that...uh..." she pauses for a moment, repeating that last line once again in search for the final words of her new song. "all the proof that...ah! all the stupid things i'd do, all the proof that i'm so in love with you!" yn emphasizes the final line, excitedly clicking the keys on her mechanical keyboard. she nods once, reading through the whole page once more before hitting the save button atop the screen. "perfect"

the young k-pop idol girl smiles to herself, the lyrics she had just written rolling satisfyingly out of her tongue as she read them again and again for the hundredth time. see, yn wrote almost all of her own songs- hell! she wrote about 70% of her group's discography all together. she loved it. she loved the idea of putting her own thoughts and troubles into words, the idea of turning her mind into a collection of rhymes. even on her off days like this one, she'd lock herself up in a random studio at the KOZ floor of the HYBE building, spending hours in front of the screen just writing. however, there was one problem. as much as the girl loved to write lyrics, she had but a clue how to actually turn them into listenable tunes. so, most times out of ten, when the girl was running out of possible strumming patterns on her ukulele, she would need to seek some sort of help from her company seniors. more specifically, from the guy she wrote half her songs about. the guy she had known since they were trainees, the guy she had a crush on for as long as she knew. she had to seek help from the musical genius behind many of her unreleased tracks, from the one and only, han dongmin, famously known as taesan of boynextdoor.

yn picks up her phone, scrolling through a few notifications she hadn't read yet, replying to her members in their group-chat, and sending a selfie to her mom who was wondering what she'd been doing these days. then the girl scrolls some more, searching for one particular contact in the sea of kakaotalk chats that flooded her screen. an unconscious smile makes its way onto her lips as she finds what she had been looking for. 'dongminie' the contact name, paired with half his face in his profile were enough to send the girl's heart to do cartwheels in her chest. she clicks on it, waiting for half a second as their previous texts loaded onto the screen.

r u busy?

she watches as a little green dot appears almost instantly on the bottom corner of his profile, an indicator that he was online to read her texts.

dongminie not rnn just finished schedules why? miss me? hahahah

his last text causes the girl to roll her eyes. the smile still present on her face as her fingers move to type out a response.

pftt u wish i just wrote another song 🤗

yn blinks once, then twice, waiting for him to finish typing.

dongminie another one??!!??! u psycho...what are you? a rhyme machine or something?? let me guess...u need help composing it? 🥱

she giggles, he knows her too well.

pleaaaseeee? not like u have anything to do either and i think this one is gonna be rlly rlly good...trust me!!!!

yn's hand moves to her mouse, placing her phone on one side of the desk. she shuts down her computer, already knowing his answer despite not really looking at his response.

dongminie fine... but only bcs i hv nothing else to do n making music is just something i love too much to turn down 😼 just come here, i'm in the studio as usual

and with that the girl gets up, stretching her body out in the process as she gathers her things into her shoulder bag and walking out the door. it doesn't take long for her to reach his studio, smiling softly as she makes contact with the familiar grey wall that surrounded the whole of their company building. yn lifts a hand up to tap against the door, knocking politely before a voice from inside asked her to come in.

"hey" han taesan says, turning around in his office chair. his hair laid flat against his forehead, and he wore a simple white shirt paired with some vintage jeans, the long black coat stashed against the corner of the room where his bag was completing his usually chic outfit. it seems he had been working on something too, the music program still opened on the brightly lit monitor that sat on the large desk. the idol boy smiled at the girl, reaching over to the side to pull another chair for her to sit in beside him and inviting her over. "hey, what you up to?" yn asked, taking the seat and dropping her things on the floor beside her. "nothing much...just some song drafts for the comeback" he replied, cursor hovering over the save button. "and you? seriously? another song?" the boy exaggerated his words dramatically, laughing when she rolls her eyes and playfully hits his shoulder.

"whatever! i just felt like writing today, alright? besides...this one's gonna be a hit" yn says, nodding proudly as she did so. dongmin laughs again, "you say that every time...and most times you don't even end up releasing them!" his words sound tired, as if he were getting sick of helping her make all these songs and none of them actually going out to the world. however, that was far from the truth, the boy would never ever be sick of it. he'd tell her time and time again how he only did these things because of his sole love for musical production, and she'd just nod, going along with anything that would turn her words into tunes. she didn't know the full story, she'd never know that only half of what dongmin said was real, and that despite his fascination in the art, the only reason he did any of this was because he, too, was in love with the girl sitting in his studio beside him right now and he'd take up every opportunity to be with her amidst both their busy schedules.

"so what kind of song is it then?" the boy asks, opening up a new project on the computer before bending down to plug his mini keyboard into the socket. the girl giggles before she speaks, "you're not gonna believe this..." she prolongs, watching the way his features washed down into a monotone and bored expression. "really? do you write anything other than love songs?" she laughs again, "i'm afraid they're the only thing i can write, dongmin" he sighs, "i mean seriously...what loser has you writing all these lovey dovey songs?" his words cause a scoff to escape her mouth. "says you? mister i keep thinking about you, mister just you and me...please, if anything, you're more lovey-dovey than me!" yn's outburst makes his stomach turn, grinning sheepishly as he begins scrolling through the variety of digital instruments he had downloaded on the program. "shall we?" dongmin asks finally, everything prepared for their music-making session. yn nods excitedly, her smile matching his own.

"we shall"

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"that's so good oh my god...han dongmin, you musical genius" yn claps her hands together as the melody the two had just come up with came to an end. dongmin laughs, his hand slapping over his mouth as he did so; a habit of his that she found so cute. he moves the mouse so that the rows and rows of drum, bass, and other instrumentals on the screen became smaller and compressed into a single line of recordings. the song is smooth-sounding, the 808s and soft drums matching perfectly with the r&b rhythm they had decided on for the track. "now...vocals. it's time to put that pretty voice of yours to good use, yn" the boy says, grinning at her as he began to bend down to grab a mic and it's stand from the cupboard beneath the desk. she blushes slightly at his sudden compliment, giggling as she playfully rolls her eyes. "here" he says, handing her his pair of black headphones, asking her to put them on while he set up the mic for recording. yn nods, the headphones sliding down the sides of her face from how big they were compared to her head. he laughed, reaching over to adjust it to her size.

"is that fine?" he asked, eyes never leaving hers. "mhm" she hummed, face flushing, suddenly feeling shy from all the eye-contact. he must've noticed, a proud smirk making it's way onto his pink lips. "okay, tell me when you're ready" dongmin says, his finger grazing against the mouse as he prepared the program for recording. yn nods, pulling out the song lyrics that remained neatly typed out on the google doc she had opened on her phone. she took a deep breath in, adjusting the mic that sat on the table before her. then she takes one quick look at him, a look of determination on both their faces.

"okay, let's start"

the boy presses the space bar on his keyboard, a quiet metronome entering the girl's ears as the instrumental they had just composed started playing. she follows the count, nodding along to the sound and waiting for the fourth beat where she'd start singing. signaling for her to begin, the guy beside her nods his head and points his finger towards the screen at the same time, trying his best not to squeal like a little girl when her honey-like voice fills the otherwise silent atmosphere of the studio.

"i'd spend every free moment of my time sitting in a room with you, i would quit a job just in case you wanted me to. a thousand more rhymes i could write, hours and hours going into new songs. i begin to see you for all your rights, ignoring all your wrongs"

dongmin listened carefully to the lyrics, the way he always did, beginning to wonder again who she had in mind while writing such things. he watched the way her eyebrows knitted together as she hit a higher note, the way she bit her lips and narrowed her eyes as she played back the recording, listening to it again and again as she re-did each verse a dozen more times. yn felt his gaze on her, the same gaze she felt every time they had these studio sessions together. she'd turn to him annoyed, telling him she can't sing properly if he kept staring at her that way. then he'd laugh, teasing her about how red her cheeks got when she sang and the way her own lyrics had her smiling like an idiot.

"and you'd figure me out, you'd see what this is all about. you'd see what a fool i am, all the stupid things i'd do. all the proof that i only love when it's for you"

the finished demo comes to an end, yn and dongmin sharing a satisfied round of applause as he leans forward to hit pause on the keyboard. "another great song, as expected from us!" the idol girl cheers, patting herself on the shoulder in praise. "yeah, another great song that no one other than us will ever hear" the boy says, passing her a bottle of water. she rolls her eyes as she takes a sip, sighing before turning over to him. "wanna know why i never release these things?" his eyes widen and ears perk up, nodding slowly so as to ask her to continue. yn sighs once more, looking away from him this time as she plays with the hem of her t-shirt.

"it's cause of the lyrics. if i release these things, the fans will come up with all sorts of rumours about them. like who it's about, or why i'd write songs like that...and i don't know..." she trails off, leaning against the back-rest of the chair. "i guess i just don't want people to make it a big thing...you know?" he nods again, understanding where she was coming from. "yeah, i get it. i mean, every time my own unreleased stuff gets out, the fans come up with all sorts of ideas...so i get you" they share a mutual understanding, the girl smiles sweetly at the idea of how quickly they got each other; another thing about him she could write a billion songs about.

"i'd like to say i'm no better than those fans though..." dongmin begins, inflicting a curious look from yn. "what do you mean?" she asks, head tilted off slightly to the side as she looked at him. "i mean like...every time we have these sessions, i wonder who your songs are about too...if i think too much about it, i start to see why fans so quickly are able to come up with scenarios and rumours...it just comes out naturally, i guess" the girl laughs, stroking a hand through her hair. he mimics this, his own hand tucking the loose ends of his own hair behind his ear. "yeah, same goes for when i listen to your songs, i'd like to know what pretty girl has you so...romantic like that" yn smiles when he rolls his eyes, a comfortable silence mixing into the cool atmosphere inside of the sound-proof room.

"i think you'd have a field day if you ever found out about her..." the boy's voice trails off, his hands busy as he began to export the song they had just finished making a moment ago, watching as a grey box appears and starts glowing green as it slowly saved onto the device. "and why's that?" the girl asks, now leaning against her palm, her elbow propped up on the desk. "well...um...i'm not telling you- you'll laugh at me" his cheeks turned a pale shade of red, the same colour but darker sneaking onto the tips of his ears. in the moment the boy refused to look at her, finding the way her eyes stayed locked on him somewhat...pressuring.

"would you tell me about her if i told you about mine?"

the boy's eyes go big and he turns around to finally look at her again. he nods enthusiastically, excited that he was going to get an answer to all his queries at last. yn giggled at his expression, letting out a deep breath before speaking again. "well...he's a guy i've known for a while now. we used to see each other more often, but now both our schedules are just so busy we only seem to see each other on off days, or in passing at work" dongmin's eyebrows furrow as he racks his brain, trying to piece together all the information he was getting. "i've always liked him. i like how easy it is to be around him. i like how quickly we understand each other, how comfortable it is even when we don't talk...i like that he always helps me when i ask him to, how he makes me laugh and jokes around with me...and most of all..." she drags her words out, looking deep into his curious eyes as she muttered out the last of her sentence. "how easy it is to write songs about him...and he doesn't even know it- even if he's heard them all before"

the last few words were risky. anybody with a brain and some common sense would understand right away the boy she was going on and on about. there was no doubt in her mind that he'd figure it out too if she had given him enough time to digest all the things she just said. however, before he could do so, the girl interrupts every train of thought that went through his mind. "okay, that was my thing...your turn! you said you'd tell me about her if i told you about him, so..." she waves her hands around, signaling for him to start talking.

dongmin cleared his throat, straightening up his back before telling his own story. "this girl, i think almost all my songs are about her...well, at least all the songs i've written since i met her. i tell her about all my problems, and i try to help her with all of her own...uh..." he pauses for a moment and looks up at the ceiling, as if he were searching for what to say next. yn kept her gaze focused on him, patiently waiting for the boy to speak again. "she's really pretty- and smart too, and she can sing. she has the nicest voice, and she's passionate- maybe, the thing i love the most about her. how she loves doing what she likes to do, how her eyes are sharp as a hawk when she reviews her work, how her eyes disappear when she smiles when she's satisfied...how her hair falls over her face as she shows me a song she wrote on her ukulele...i could go on about her, hoping one day she'd realise"

the pair went quiet again, giving both the rookie idols time to reflect on what they just heard. it took them little to no time to figure things out, but they couldn't help the doubt that clouded over their minds. like the boy had said a couple of minutes ago, it was easy to come up with random ideas when the full story hasn't revealed itself yet.

"dongmin..." the girl began, grabbing his attention away from the loose thread of his shirt he was playing with. "huh?" the boy asked, watching the way her breathing got heavier like she had just gotten nervous about something. "if i tell you his name would you tell me hers?" he sat frozen in his seat for a second, a dilemma circling round and around in his brain. hesitantly, he nods. it's now or never. "i have a better idea, actually" he says, earning an interested hum from her. "we say their names at the same time, just so no one changes their answer- you know?" she nods, agreeing with his idea. "okay then, on the count of three..."

"one...two..." they share anxious looks. it was almost as though they knew what was about to happen, yet they needed it to come out of each others' mouth as confirmation. "three" she said, taking a deep breath before a single word escaped from both of their mouths.

"you"

within the split second after the word graced the very surface of their ear drums, the pair simultaneously released the breaths they didn't even realise they were holding. it was as though a weight had been lifted off of their shoulders, a wave of relief washing through the air surrounding them. the two idols didn't say another word, their glossy eyes staring deep into each other's as identical smiles made their way onto their lips.

"so that loser who made you write such lovey-dovey songs was me the whole time? you're telling me i helped you produce a dozen songs about myself?!" dongmin exclaimed, still in slight disbelief. yn giggled, nodding along. "mhm...and the pretty girl you write about is me! funny how that works out..." they shared another set of laughs, comfortably sitting beside each other in his studio the way they usually did. "so...now what? what changes between us?" the boy wonders, suddenly worried about what difference this new information could bring to their tight-knit relationship. the girl purses her lips, shaking her head softly as she began to speak again. "i don't know...i mean we obviously like each other...that doesn't change anything since we've always liked each other..." he agrees, the smile he had on before never leaving his bright face. "i guess we just keep going the way we always have...just that this time..." he trails off, stretching his arm out to grab her hands in his.

"this time we won't have to hide all our feelings in silly songs"

yn giggles when dongmin presses his lips against her hand, "when did you get so romantic?" he just smiles at her, noticing the way her eyes gleamed like they've never before, and the way her cheeks were naturally stained pink. he wonders for a moment if it were all because of him, he wondered how on earth he got lucky enough to know someone as perfect as her.

"i think the romantic-ness happened when i met you, yn"

the end.

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hehe <3 hope u guys enjoyed this 🙂‍↕️ this is one of the scenarios i alway think of before bed TT i love u han dongmin :( also the ending is up to interpretation!! u can say they start dating after this or maybe they stay the way they are knowing they love each other, or maybe they arent ready for a relationship yet! its all up to how u want it to be ♡ tysm for reading, reblogs n feedback r greatly appreciated! love, kona.

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Giannis's POV

Giannis sat in her bedroom, the soft hum of her ring light casting a gentle glow across her face. She adjusted the camera lens one last time and clicked "Start Stream." The familiar rush of excitement washed over her as her loyal followers flooded the chat, their usernames dancing across the screen.

"hey my babies ! It's ya girl Giannis, and today we've got a special treat ," she said, giving her viewers a bright, flirtatious smile. "But first, you know the drill—now let's get into it."

Her fingers flew across the keyboard, opening a new window. The screen blinked and then displayed a live feed of the guest she had scheduled for today's stream: none other than Jimmy Uso, WWE superstar.

The chat went wild.

"*OH MY GOD, JIMMY USO?!*"

"*Giannis, you're killing it with these collabs!*"

Giannis gave a smirk as she clicked the audio button to connect them, her heart pounding slightly. She had always been a fan of WWE, but she didn't expect to have a personal conversation with one of its top stars.

The screen flickered, and then Jimmy's face appeared. He was sitting in a dimly lit room, wearing his signature Uso t-shirt, looking as effortlessly cool as he always did in the ring. His face lit up when he saw her, and he waved.

"Yo? What's up beautiful ?You ready to have some fun?" Jimmy's deep voice rumbled through the speakers.

Giannis couldn't help but blush. "Of course! You know I'm always down for some fun." She tossed her hair over her shoulder, her confidence evident. "So, how's life in the ring been treating you lately?"

"Same old grind," he said, leaning back in his chair, looking relaxed but still sharp. "I'm always working, you know how it is. But I'm good. Real good. Just happy to be here with you today."

Giannis chuckled, catching a hint of flirtation in his tone. She was used to the attention, but something about Jimmy's easygoing demeanor made her feel more... intrigued than usual.

"Well, we're about to make this the most entertaining stream ever, right?" she teased, tilting her head. "My fans and your fans are already going crazy, and we're  just getting started."

"Right, right," Jimmy said, flashing a playful smile. "I gotta keep up with the beauty of streams. You know I'm not trying to get embarrassed in front of all your people."

Giannis raised an eyebrow. "Embarrassed? Is that what you're worried about, boo?"

He laughed, and the sound was deep and rich, making her smile involuntarily. "Nah, nah, just making sure I don't get outshined by you. You're out here building an empire. Respectfully ."

"Well," she leaned forward, letting the camera catch the sparkle in her eyes, "I appreciate that. But don't worry, I've got plenty of room for you to shine too since you're such a star."

The chat exploded with comments, fans picking up on the playful banter.

"*Y'all are lowkey flirting right now.*"

"*I ship this so hard.*"

"*Jimmy, you better shoot your shot.*"

Giannis laughed, reading the comments out loud. "I see y'all in the chat, getting wild already. But, Jimmy, I gotta ask you—what's the craziest thing a fan has ever done to try to get your attention?"

Jimmy scratched his chin thoughtfully. "Hmm... I'd say the craziest? Probably the time someone sent me a full box of homemade cookies with a note that said, 'Eat me, Jimmy, and let me eat your heart out.'" He paused. "Weird, but also... kinda sweet?"

Giannis's lips curled into a mischievous smile. "Cookies, huh? You know, I could send you something even better than that..."

Jimmy's eyes glinted with interest. "Oh really? What are you thinking?"

"Well," she said, leaning closer to the camera, "maybe I could send you a personalized video. You know, something that only you would appreciate. But you gotta earn it."

Jimmy chuckled. "Oh, I'm down. You know I'm all about earning things, especially when it comes to you."

The chat went wild again.

"*HE SAID WHAT?!*

"*SEND IT, GIANNIS, WE WANNA SEE IT.*"

Giannis felt a little thrill run through her. Jimmy was definitely giving her more attention than she expected, and she wasn't about to back down now. "Well, let's see if you can keep up, honeybun. Maybe you'll get that video after all."

Jimmy leaned forward, giving her a mock-serious look. "Oh, Giannis's laugh was light but playful, the kind that made her followers feel like they were right there with her. She leaned back in her chair, letting the banter flow. "Oh, I'm sure you would, Jimmy. But I think you might be getting a little ahead of yourself."

The chat was blowing up again, with fans loving the flirtation. "Y'all hear that? Jimmy's already planning his outfit!" one comment read. Another followed, "*Giannis, girl, you better hold him to that!*"

Giannis glanced at the screen, reading the comments with a smirk. She was used to the attention, but there was something different about Jimmy's energy. It was fun, a little daring, and it made her want to tease him a little more.

"You think you can impress me with a special outfit?" she said, eyes narrowing as she leaned in closer to the camera, letting the tension build. "I've seen it all, honey. You'll have to do more than that."

Jimmy raised an eyebrow, clearly amused but unfazed. "I'll make sure you're impressed, Giannis. Trust me, when I do something, I do it right. You're not gonna forget me after today."

There was a brief pause, just long enough for her to wonder if that was the line, if he was being too bold. But then he added with a grin, "Besides, I know you love a good challenge.

Her heart fluttered, and for a second, she was taken aback. Jimmy wasn't just flirting—he was engaging her, pushing her buttons in a way that felt new.

She tilted her head and smiled. "Challenge accepted," she said, making sure her voice was smooth and playful. "But, Jimmy... if you're gonna make me remember you, you're gonna have to do more than just impress me. You gotta stand out. Prove you're more than just the guy in the ring. Let's see if you can really keep up with me, Jonathan.

Her words hung in the air, teasing yet filled with an underlying sense of challenge. Her fans were on the edge of their seats, waiting for the next move. The comments flooded in again, and this time, it was a mix of excitement and encouragement.

"*Ooohhh, Giannis is bringing the heat! Keep going!*"

"*I need Jimmy to step it up! Show her who's boss!*"

Jimmy leaned in Jimmy leaned in closer to his camera, his expression a mix of amusement and determination. "Alright, alright, Giannis. I see what you're doing, and trust me, I'm all in. If you want me to prove myself, you've got it. Just remember, I'm a man of my word. Whatever I do, I do it big."

Giannis could hear the slight shift in his voice—he wasn't just playing anymore. There was a hint of sincerity behind his words that caught her attention, a level of confidence that felt different from the usual attention-seeking flirts she'd gotten before. It was clear he wasn't going to back down, and for some reason, that made the whole interaction more exciting.

"You better be," Giannis teased, her smile a little softer this time. She leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms. "I'm not easy to impress, Jimmy. Just remember that when you start pulling out all your tricks."

Jimmy gave a short, confident laugh. "Oh, I remember," he said, then, with a smirk, added, "You might be a little harder to win over, but I'm not the kind of guy to back down from a challenge."

Giannis's eyes sparkled with amusement, though she kept her expression casual. "Good, because I'm not giving you any free passes. But I'll make it fun. You'll see," she said, shifting her posture as if making a decision. "Alright, let's see if you're really 'all in.' I have a little challenge for you."

Jimmy raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. "A challenge? What kind of challenge we talkin' about here?"

With a wink, Giannis leaned forward again, positioning herself closer to the camera as if pulling him into the moment. "A little something to keep this interesting. Let's make a deal," she said, eyes gleaming. "For every fan that drops a superchat right now, you have to answer one personal question from me. No lies, no dodging. I'll start off easy. Deal?"

Jimmy grinned, clearly accepting the challenge. "Deal. But you better be ready for the answers I give you, Giannis. I don't hold back."

She could see the competitive spark in his eyes. This wasn't just fun and games for him anymore; he was genuinely intrigued by her.

"Alright," she said with a mischievous smile. "Let's start simple, then. First question—what's your biggest guilty pleasure? You know, something no one would guess about you."

Jimmy let out a chuckle, then leaned back, scratching his chin in mock thought. "Oh, you're going straight for the easy stuff, huh?" He paused for effect. "Alright, here's the truth: I'm lowkey obsessed with rom-coms. Don't tell nobody, though. I've seen "The Notebook’ like five times. That's right, I said it."

Giannis's eyes widened, and she couldn't help but laugh. "You're kidding! Jimmy Uso, the tough guy, watches *The Notebook*?" She shook her head. "I did *not* see that coming."

"I told you, I'm full of surprises," Jimmy said, clearly amused by her reaction. "Your turn. Hit me with another question."

Giannis leaned forward again, her fingers dancing over the keyboard to read more incoming superchats. "Alright, alright. I see the fans are getting into this. But let me step it up a notch. Next question: When was the last time you actually let yourself feel vulnerable? I mean really let your guard down, not just for the fans or the camera. Real talk."

There was a moment of silence before Jimmy spoke again, his usual cocky tone softened. "That's a deep one, Giannis," he said, his voice a little quieter. "I'll be real with you. Last time I felt vulnerable... probably after a match I had a while back. I took a real hard hit, and I was down for a minute. But I had to keep pushing. I couldn't show the fans that side of me, you know? I had to stay strong, keep that image of being unstoppable. But... yeah, that was the last time I let myself really feel it."

Giannis was quiet for a moment, taking in his answer. There was something raw in his words, and she appreciated the honesty. She didn't expect to get this kind of depth from a guy like Jimmy, especially not on a live stream with thousands of people watching. It made her look at him in a new light, beyond the flashy wrestling persona.

"Respect," she said softly, nodding. "That's real. Thanks for sharing that with me. I wasn't expecting that level of honesty."

Jimmy gave a small shrug, his expression earnest. "Hey, if I'm gonna do this—get on here, talk to you and your fans—then I might as well be real. No point in fronting, right?"

Giannis smiled, feeling a little more drawn to him than she expected. "Right. I respect that.

Before the silence could stretch on too long, she leaned forward again, her playful energy returning. "Alright, enough with the serious stuff for now. Let's see if you can keep up with this next one." She grinned, eyes twinkling. "If you could take me anywhere in the world for a date, no limits, no excuses—where would you take me?"

The question seemed to catch him off guard for a second, but then Jimmy's smirk returned, and he leaned in close to the camera, his voice lowered, almost teasing. "Oh, I like that one. Honestly, I'd take you somewhere chill—somewhere no cameras, no distractions. Just me and you, maybe a private island, clear water... a sunset. I think you'd appreciate the simplicity."

Giannis's heart skipped a beat. There was something about the way he said it, with such ease, that felt personal. "A private island, huh?" she mused, her voice a little softer now. "You're going big with this one, Jimmy. I like that."

Jimmy winked, clearly enjoying the back and forth. "I told you, Giannis. I'm here to win."

She chuckled, leaning back again. "We'll see about that. But, I gotta admit... you're doing better than I thought."

The chat was blowing up now, people asking for more questions, sending in superchats, and rooting for their favorite moments. The flirtation, the challenge, the connection—it was undeniable, and Giannis felt it buzzing in the air. There was something electric about Jimmy Uso, something she hadn't expected.

"I guess I'll have to step it up if I wanna win you over, huh?" Jimmy teased, leaning in again.

Giannis shot him a playful, yet knowing look. "Guess you'll have to prove it, Uso. The game's on."

And with that, the playful back-and-forth continued, each of them trying to outdo the other, the line between flirtation and something deeper blurring with every passing second.

Heart&Soul

A/N: I’m moving all my wattpad books to here now do y’all like this one ?

[noona-clock]

The Love Playlist - Part 1

As Got7 have just comeback could I request something with Jaebeom please? I haven't fully recovered from the excitment of yesterday

i know the comeback was a while ago, but i hope you're still excited for this @lostfictionalbee !! thank you so much for your request!

Genre: AU, Fluff, Slice of Life

Pairing: Jaebeom x You (Female!Reader)

Warnings: None

Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 | Words: 2,496

Growing up, nobody ever told you just how exhausting and overwhelming it was being an adult. Your parents had certainly made it look easy; in fact, they'd made it look so easy that your dream as a child had been to grow up and get an office job. The idea of dressing in business casual clothes, taking the train into the city, having your own desk, typing away on a laptop, getting coffee at a quaint cafe just around the corner -- it had all just held so much appeal for you in your younger years. Your most played make-believe game had been one with you as the receptionist for a very high-powered law firm. You'd typed away at an old keyboard, taken calls on a disconnected phone, and filed scribbled-on papers in an empty drawer of the coffee table in your living room.

It had taken almost no time at all after going off to university, majoring in business administration, graduating with honors, and getting a job in HR to realize that your childhood dreams had been highly glamorized and romanticized -- to say the least.

Yes, you enjoyed building a business casual wardrobe and becoming a regular at a locally-owned coffee shop next to your office and making friends with your co-workers.

But the actual work part of it was draining, stressful, and taxing on your mental and emotional health.

Yes, you now made adult money and could afford to buy all the things you'd wanted as a kid.

But after paying for rent, utilities, and groceries every month, it seemed like you hadn't even received a paycheck at all! Where did all your money go?! And how had your parents managed to not only buy a house but also raise children?! It must've helped to have two incomes, but still. If they'd ever been worried about finances, they'd done a great job of hiding it because you'd never known.

When you'd brought all of your woes up to them shortly after admitting to yourself that being an adult wasn't nearly as fun as you'd thought it would be, your mom had answered with a lilting laugh and said, "Of course, it's not fun. It's work. That's why you have to make your own fun."

You'd spent every day since trying to do just that.

After some trial and error (and a bit too much extra money down the drain), you found comfort in a YouTube channel called "Soul Tracks." It was almost like a radio show; the host would go live just about every night to create custom playlists based on listener requests. While you weren't musically gifted in any way, shape, or form, you'd always loved listening to it. Music had the ability to soothe and relax your frayed mind in a way nothing else really could. One night, the Soul Tracks live stream had popped up in your recommended feed, and something about it had drawn you to click on it.

You'd felt a connection to the show almost instantly, and from then on, you tuned in every chance you got -- which was basically every single night.

A few months after becoming a regular listener, you'd even sent in a message to the host -- someone you only knew as DefSoul -- to request your own custom playlist.

Hi DefSoul 😊

I've been listening to Soul Tracks for a few months now, and really, I have to start off by thanking you for sharing your time and talents with us. Your show is so calming to me, and I don't think I've missed an episode since I found your channel.

But the reason I'm writing in is the same reason everyone else writes in: I'm looking for a playlist.

I'm kind of new to this 'adult' thing -- I graduated from university a while ago, and have been working an HR job for a few years, but I still feel like I just became a grown-up. To be honest, I still don't actually feel like a grown-up, but apparently I am.

Anyway. As weird as it sounds, my dream growing up was to work in an office building, and now that I've achieved that dream... it kind of sucks. Not at all what I thought it would be! I guess I'm just feeling lost. Hopeless. Unsure of what life is really all about and who I really am.

Gee, is that all? 😂

You've proven yourself to be a musical genius, so I know whatever you come up with will solve all of my life problems and answer all of my life questions. (Or at least keep me entertained for months on end, which is just as good.)

Feel free to read this on your show -- I'm crossing my fingers that I'm not the only "adult" out there who feels this way.

Thanks 💜

-[Your Username]

Since his livestreams regularly had thousands of viewers, you told yourself that sending in a request was a long shot. He probably got so many messages each day and only had time to read a handful of them. It was very unlikely yours would be one of them.

Lo and behold, just a few days later, you heard the soothing, deep voice you'd come to know so well reading your words for all to hear -- well, for all twelve thousand people who were currently listening.

"I can assure you, you're not the only adult who feels this way," DefSoul said after finishing your letter. "I certainly feel that way. Not even sometimes, but most of the time. And I don't know about the whole 'musical genius' thing, but I put together a playlist that I think -- I hope -- will help you settle into those feelings and make a little peace with them."

Your heart was thudding inside your chest as you listened, and as the first song on the playlist -- your playlist!! The playlist DefSoul had made especially for you!! -- began to play, a voice in the back of your head wondered if this is exactly what your mom had meant about finding ways to make your own fun. You felt as giddy as a child right now, so surely it was!

But the giddiness you felt as you'd listened to your personal playlist had been nothing when, the very next day, you'd received an email reply from DefSoul himself.

Hi Y/UN--

I'm hoping you heard that I read your message during my show last night. You mentioned that you hadn't missed an episode since you found my channel, so I think there is a good chance you did. In case you didn't, though, I'm including a link to the replay.

Thanks for sending in your request, and a huge thanks for listening and supporting my channel. It's hard to put into words how much it means to have people actually enjoy what I do. I know I'm lucky to have found my passion and get to do that for a living -- I hope you can find that, too, if that's what you want.

In all honesty, I don't usually reply to messages because I figure that creating a playlist is reply enough. But there was just something about your message that stuck with me. Sure, I've turned my passion into a career, but that doesn't mean I know the answer to all of life's questions. I still feel lost and meaningless, like you said. I really connected with your words, and your playlist feels pretty special to me. (I hope that's not weird.)

I guess I just wanted to reach out and assure you that you're not alone, not by far. And if you ever need someone to talk to and ponder what life is all about, I'm here.

-DefSoul

You couldn't quite believe this was happening. And, worst of all, you had no one to talk to about this! Your closest friends and family knew about your favorite daily livestream, but they didn't really know. Nobody else listened to it or truly understood how much it meant to you.

The fact that you had no one to tell this to didn't stop you from writing him back, though. And you did so almost immediately.

Hi!!!! 💜

OMG I'm sorry, but I have to be a fangirl for a second. (To steal your own words: I hope that's not weird.) I just love your show so much, and I was already so thrilled when you made a playlist for me. But getting your reply just now is definitely going to be the highlight of my month! Thank you so so so much for taking the time to read my message, put together a playlist for me, AND write me back.

All right, now that I've gotten that out of my system!

It really is comforting to know that someone who does what you do -- has a passion, shares it with other people, can earn a living from it, and seems to have it all together -- feels lost just like I do. I mean, it's not comforting because if YOU also feel lost, then is there any hope that we ever won't feel lost? But it's comforting simply because it means I'm not alone. And one thing about me (that you didn't ask for) is that I've never felt lonely in my entire life, but I sure am scared of being alone.

Does that make any sense?

Well, even if it doesn't, that's how I feel.

Is it okay if I completely pivot and ask a somewhat personal question? You can totally ignore this -- in fact, if it's too much, and you don't feel comfortable, just don't reply to me at all, and I will get the message! But how did music become your passion? How did you start Soul Tracks? As someone whose only ever thought about growing up and working in an office, I'm incredibly intrigued to hear about how people who do really cool things started their journey to do the really cool things.

Again, you don't have to answer that if you don't want. Just call it me pondering what life is all about.

-Y/UN

As soon as you clicked 'Send,' you regretted asking such a personal question. DefSoul had told you in no uncertain terms that he was here if you ever needed someone to talk to, but... still. There was a reason he used a pseudonym from his show. Maybe divulging more about that part of his life was taking it one step too far.

To your surprise, an email arrived in your inbox just a couple of hours later:

Y/UN --

Just wanted to let you know I saw your reply, and I'll get back to you soon. I want to take some time to answer your question thoughtfully (but truthfully, I promise). I didn't want you to think I was blowing you off. Honestly, it may take a few days.

-DefSoul

Of course, you hit 'reply' immediately.

Take your time! I completely understand. 💜

And then you had to take a seat and take a breath. Was this really happening? Were you becoming internet pen pals with the host of your favorite livestreaming music channel?

True to his word, DefSoul sent you another email a few days later. You'd been on tenterhooks for those few days -- barely able to concentrate on work and looking forward to Soul Tracks more than usual -- but as soon as you opened his email, you found the wait had been worth it. You were immediately faced with a wall of text, and it almost took your breath away that he'd felt comfortable opening up to you this much.

You read his email slowly and thoroughly... and then you read it again three more times, for good measure.

Long story short: DefSoul had worked in a music store as a teenager because he'd always loved listening to music, singing, writing songs, and he'd taught himself to play the guitar from a very young age. When it came time to start making his own money, he'd applied to his favorite music store in less than a heartbeat. The owner had been a former local musician who'd retired to become a shopkeeper. During the several years DefSoul had worked there, the owner (who had remained unnamed all throughout the email) had instilled into him the idea that music is not just music. It's so much more. It's a language that can connect people of any age, race, gender, and more. Anyone. It's a way to speak to people you've never met. It's about creating moments that resonate with people. And because the owner believed this so wholeheartedly, he developed a habit of creating mixtapes for customers.

You can see where this is going, right?

The first time DefSoul had ever followed in his boss/mentor's footsteps had been when one of his close friends went through a breakup. He hadn't known any other way to comfort her, so he'd made her a playlist with songs that could help her both release her sadness and heal from it.

After DefSoul went to University and, eventually, stopped working at the music store, he found himself in much the same position as yours currently: lost. He'd wanted to become a professional musician, but his career hadn't taken off, and he'd needed some way to pay the bills. After working a desk job for just a couple of months, he'd received a message from that friend out of the blue.

She had told him that she wasn't sure if she'd ever thanked him properly for the playlist he'd made for her. She'd been scrolling through her music library earlier that day, seen it, and the thought to reach out to him about it hadn't left her since. Apparently, the songs had been a huge help to her, and she'd been able to move on more quickly than she'd ever thought.

An idea had popped up in DefSoul's head almost immediately, and that very night, he had created his Soul Tracks channel.

The rest, as they say, is history.

At the very end of his email, he'd written this:

I know this was long, so I'm sorry if it was way more than you ever wanted to know. I've never actually told the whole story to anyone before. I think taking the time to write it all out was more for my sake than anything, so thank you for letting me do that.

Obviously, the invitation to spill all the details of your story is always open. I'm all ears.

-DefSoul

P.S. At risk of being too forward, I think maybe we've become pen pals? I'm up for it if you are.

But if you're not, pretend I never said that.

You knew that it would take a while to reply -- just as it had taken him a few days. But you knew at least one thing you wanted to say to him.

First things first: Hi, Pen Pal 😊

Part 2

[jeonwonoow]

Chapter 2. Stalker(?)

warnings: none

taglist: @miraes-world

—

The sound of you clicking on the keys of your keyboard is starting to irritate you. You've been so irritable and short tempered lately, after that day actually. Instead of getting distracted by work from the thoughts of Wonwoo, Wonwoo running through your head is distracting you from work instead.

"Good?" Your kind boss, Myungho, peeks through your office. "You haven't gone out of your office since this morning."

You got up and bowed in slow motion, having zero energy. "Mr. Seo, I'm okay. I'm just busy with the new magazine."

"Come on," Myungho comes in and pushes your laptop close before sitting on your table. You give him an 'excuse me?' look and he just tilted his head. "I'm your boss, I tell you what to do, right? So if I tell you to eat-"

"Myungho," you groan and roll your eyes, only earning a chuckle from him. You end up inside his car anyway, sitting on the passenger's seat while he drives. Myungho was one of the people who tried to help you when you were at your worst after your break up with Wonwoo. You're glad that even though you made it clear to Myungho that it's still so difficult to love again, he stayed, he still does what he does back when he said he was gonna pursue you which you already made him stop doing so because you don't wanna bring up the kind man's hopes when you know yourself that you're still too damaged for it.

He drove to your favorite restaurant, ordered your favorite food, showing just how well he knows you by heart. If you were better now you'd probably choose him but you can't force yourself even if you like to think you're okay. "Thank you, Myungho."

"I really like it when you call me by my name, you know?"

"Hey," you chuckle. "This is why we get into dating allegations." You remember that one day he requested you call him just Myungho already instead of Mr. Seo even if you're inside his building and it became a hot topic among the other employees.

"So?" Myungho laughs softly and takes a sip of his soup. "We're good friends. Let them think whatever the fuck they want."

—

Wonwoo spun a pen on his fingers, his chin rested on his other hand as he thinks about you with that guy earlier eating at your favorite restaurant. He didn't follow you there. It was purely a coincidence. He's not the type. But his curiosity was making him consider it.

"She'd hate me even more, wouldn't she?" His friend, Mingyu, gave him a confused look. "Do you know Hao & Co.?"

"Oh my god, I'm a fan. Sohee loves their jewelries so much too. I'm actually wearing a Hao & Co. leather shoes right now," Mingyu wiggles his feet, excitedly telling Wonwoo about the fashion line. "I've met the CEO once, actually. No, twice. He's really nice."

"How could you say so. You only met him twice," Wonwoo scoffed. Mingyu clicked his tongue and shook his head. "Seo-what?"

"Myungho. Seo Myungho." The younger man fumbled through his phone to find a picture he took with Myungho whom he met just lately at a fashion event. He was even surprised that Myungho remembered him from their first meeting and was actually the first one to approach.

Wonwoo's eyebrows scrunch a bit upon seeing the photo of his friend and Myungho. This was the guy you were out with. And now his closest friend is also fond of this guy. What's with Seo Myungho anyway?

"Also, I might have opened a possible deal with him, actually."

"Without my knowledge? Who are you?"

"CTO," Mingyu fights, stating his position. "It makes sense for a CTO to see opportunities too, sir." The younger man emphasizes the 'sir' and rolls his eyes. "What's your issue with Hao & Co.?"

—

You can't remember where or when, but you were sure you heard about ONETech before. Your eyes lingered on the bold letters as you review documents before passing them to your COO.

"We're going for partnership with OneTECH for the website dev.?!" You ask loudly as soon as you barge into Myungho's office. He even flinched in surprise when your voice boomed through his four corners. "Jeon Wonwoo?"

"Won-who?" Myungho asked back, confused until he realized you were talking about the CEO of ONETech. "Well, I became friends with their CTO and we've been planning to develop a better site since we're getting better. I've also heard good news about ONETech, you know?"

"With my ex. Myungho," you say as if you didn't hear any of what he just said.

"Oh, this Wonwoo was that Wonwoo," he nods then his eyes widen before repeating in shock, "THIS WONWOO WAS THAT WONWOO?!"

—

The day of the first meeting. The world seemed to move in fast forward the moment you walked out of your office to go to the conference room. Myungho was already inside and a few officers were settling down. You bowed a little and then straightened your dress. You then walked to your spot but before you could sit down, people from ONETech came in.

"Good morning, Mr. Jeon," Myungho greets and walks to them, giving Wonwoo a handshake before turning to his new friend, Mingyu.

"Seo Myungho," Wonwoo calls his name with a forced smile on his face. "Nice to meet you." The smile drops when his eyes find you. Not even five seconds, he would look away. You swallow the lump that had formed in your throat.

Wonwoo didn't even know you worked under that guy you were on a date with. He wasn't expecting it. The whole meeting, he tried to focus so much but he could feel you burning holes on his skin with your eyes. He'd already finished the glass of water served for him in his nervousness too.

"I guess we're done for today?" Myungho stands from his seat and fixes his necktie. Everyone follows him and takes a bow. One by one, they bid goodbye. Myungho walks to you and places a hand on your waist which Wonwoo couldn't help but look at. "I'll catch up with Mingyu," he whispers and you give him a small nod while picking up your folder of papers. Myungho doesn't stop there though. He pulls you gently to face him and puts his other hand on your cheek, gives you a smile and inches closer to let the tips of your noses touch. He then leaves with a teasing Mingyu, both of them acting like high schoolers as they walk while bumping against each other's arms...yes, in their corporate attires.

"In front of me, really?" Wonwoo scoffs and walks out of the conference room but before the door closes, your anger issues get the best of you and you throw an empty water bottle at him. Wonwoo slowly turns back to you and leans on the door frame.

"In front of me, really?" You mock him. "Yes, in front of you, you cheating fuck—"

"Hey," he points a finger at you. "Language."

"I don't care," you point back at him. "You planned this, didn't you? You're following me. You should have continued ghosting, you coward."

"Mingyu did this. I didn't even know you worked here. And I see, you have something going on between you and your boss. You were better than this."

"What do you—" your breathing got heavier as your anger pooled up. "I worked hard for my position. I'm not here because of what you think. How could you talk about me like that?" Did he really think you were some opportunistic girl who'd get dirty with your ways to strive through life? "How could you, the worst man I've ever met?"

Wonwoo clenches his jaw, "I don't know how many times someone has to tell you I never cheated on you. You never heard me out. You never believed Soonyoung and Hayoon either."

And you thought he was just gonna turn away again this time. But he went closer to you and grabbed your wrist, pulling you out of the conference room, out of the building, without any word.

"You never proved me wrong." You were starting to tear up. But you knew the type of person Wonwoo was. He wasn't gonna push himself onto something that he felt wasn't for him. He was just gonna wait until the right time came. But to you, after Soonyoung and Hayoon set you up, he felt like there will never be a right time. That no matter what he did, he wasn't going to change anything between you two.

"You never let me try."

"Eh?" Myungho tilts his head. Mingyu squints his eyes too, watching you and Wonwoo storm out of the building.

"Isn't she your girlfriend?" Mingyu asks and Myungho chuckles while waving his hands in front of him in a 'no' motion.

[sf-libet]

Fascination (f, dd/lc)

fuckin...i haven't reread over this fic in a while, and while i posted it in discord servers i never really felt confident enough to post it on here publicly, but i'm doing it now because i saw a post about android sneezing and felt like i should contribute my thoughts that i had a long while ago. there's nothing terribly objectionable here it's just the first snzfic i've seriously written and never felt confident enough in lmao, but seeing as i reignited my dd/lc hyperfixation a while ago (and i have a few other floating drafts maybe) i might as well post it now

preamble out of the way, cw for some mess and implied sexual content, you know the drill, have at it you filthy animals

Tktktktktktktktktktktktktktktktktktk...tktktk...tktktktktktktk-

“What are you working on, Anon?”

She interrupted his typing with a simple question, one which he didn’t quite look up to answer. More that he looked past her, or...through her. It was difficult to place where his eyes were, really, it was one of the limits of the avatar he’d made of himself. Monika appreciated the work to give her something to interact with, but it was...less than perfect. Between their worlds apart, it was a miracle he’d managed to send something through her window, let alone make it functional enough that they could see each other in every movement. Not that he didn’t have help.

“...Something new. I’m curious if I can get something to work...but so far it’s...not cooperating with me.”

He pushed a finger against his cheek, down to his mouth, absently moving his finger as he reviewed the code. It was a strenuous process to get this to work in the first place, and at this point, he was curious to test his limits, but...didn’t want to go too far. He’d been given an initial framework, and they’d expanded it together. But the more he’d pushed the edges of what it was capable of, the more he realized how...human her construction was.

She giggled, which he noticed but only half processed it as he focused...where was the error coming from? What was going wrong here?

“...Heheh. You’re so cute when you’re working, Anon.” “Hm?”

He peered up, painted eyes giving her full attention.

“You push your lip around with your thumb when you’re thinking about something. It’s adorable.”

Though she couldn’t tell he was blushing, she noticed his body language change--he shifted slightly, uncomfortable, still unused to this much attention. She delighted in teasing him, but at the same time, felt a twinge of guilt each time he reacted--he was so sweet, he dedicated himself to building this world for her, and spent so much time expanding it, so why had nobody else spoiled him, when he deserved it? 

...Well, as far as she was concerned, it just meant their relationship was destined. Or something like that. It seemed like they were made for each other’s needs.

Snf.

She sniffed, suddenly feeling a burning sensation in her left nostril. It was sharp, unexpected, nagging...she rubbed a knuckle harshly over her septum, attempting to stave it off...pushing the delicate skin of her nostrils around.

This did not go unnoticed.

In fact, at the sound, Anon’s head literally perked up. She was, at present, flipping through a book of poetry (courtesy of Z-Library, thanks to a little modification enabling her to peek into ebook formats), intermittently watching him type away at his keyboard. They were on a bed--He had his laptop, both literally and digitally, in his lap as he typed. Legs intertwined.

So in their closeness, he didn’t miss the sniff. Nor the slight pink that her nose took on after she rubbed it. He had an idea of where this was going--he just saved his changes--now he needed to do a little probe for information.

“...Feeling sniffly?” Awkward, but it got the job done. He needed to know if this was actually working.

“Ugh, yeah, haha...you noticed?”

Their eyes met. His were focused on her nose, though she wouldn’t know. “Well...Never seemed like an issue in here before.” He was playing coy, but it was also the most natural thing he could think to say. He couldn’t let on too much too early, he needed to get it to work all the way first…

“I don’t know why, but my nose has been tickling all afternoon. Must be some quirk of the environment, or something…”

No, it was him. He’d done an obsessive reading of what were essentially the innards of her code after the first time they’d...gotten intimate. The more he’d been working with the environment, the more he’d grown curious about her. What did her programming look like, and what modification was possible between the two of them? What could she do, and what couldn’t she, that maybe he could add? There was a lot to explore.

And, well...he had an interest in this, so...might as well take advantage of it.

“...Okay, well...I understand what this error is now that I’m looking at it…”

“That’s good. So what is it?”

So he could control the amount of irritation in her nose with this code. He was right about this much. Her eyes pried into him, closing her book and giving him full attention. 

He needed to see if the routine would work or just error out. He was glad the orgasm routine had already been programmed in...it made the syntax...shockingly easy to figure out, at least, if he was correct about it.

“Uh...I’ll explain in a sec, let me see if I can get it working first.”

One eighth, right?

He had been messing with irritation values for a little while, but kept getting the same error: Resistance threshold too high; routine aborted…

He was growing frustrated. There were no values for resistance defined here. How was he meant to beat it out without going overboard? He didn’t want to just make her suffer…

On the subject, direct irritation like this seemed a little on the nose, no pun intended. If it wasn’t making her breath even hitch...well, it was probably just burning. That kind of tickle in the back of your nose where it just hurts. That wouldn’t do. He needed something more...subtle. Easy.

...Well, there were set variables and syntax for a dietary intolerance here, so...maybe, with a few extra pointers…

...Monika sniffed again, harder this time. As she breathed in and out through her nose, something began to brew. There was a slight, niggling itch throughout both nostrils this time. It grew steadily, blossoming forth, a billowing, feathery itch slowly rising through her nose, growing with every breath, pushing to the forefront of her senses. She rubbed at it again...and again, more aggressively this time. Suddenly, without warning, the tickle brushed the back of her left nostril, and drew an unstable “hUeh-!” from her throat.

Her head lolled steadily upwards with jutting, bobbing motions, rising in time with her increasingly unsteady breathing, eyes pressing themselves shut as she struggled-and failed- to maintain composure, hand firmly squeezed over her nostrils, attempting to squash the sneeze before it could escape. Anon stared along, all the while, watching his handiwork in motion. Her breathing-- “hh-AHhh...heEH...hUH…” --more and more a slave to the irritant at work in her nose, teasing her, bending her will. Her hand loosened from its iron grip around her nose, revealing reddened skin, and presently, one rubbed at it, while the other waved helplessly in the air. But it continued unabated, ferociously twisting itself through her entire nose, brushing on every surface, tiny bombs exploding against sensitive skin, slowly wearing her down until she wanted to do nothing but sneeze, and sneeze-- “Hh-eHH! I...hUHHEHH-!...I’m gonna...I’m gonna sneeze!...” It came out as little more than a whisper as she continued to lose control...seemingly giving up the fight, rubbing wildly at her tortured nose, growing closer and closer to climax…

And then...stopped. The irritation was evidently still there, she was still stuck, mouth agape, nostrils flared, sniffling, hitching, perfect, beautiful face, contorted into that sneezy expression, trapped in that moment. She’d go up, and up...and then stop.

Okay, why… “Oh, shit, I--” With a quick tap of his keys, he fixed the error, and saved-

“hEAHH--nGKkt!”

“...forgot a semicolon.”

It worked.

She sneezed. Head pitched forward into the crook of her elbow, smothering the sound in the sleeve of her shirt, picture perfect as with all things. He felt lighter than air, on pins and needles, the scene playing in slow motion in his head, over and over again. She sighed in relief, sniffling once more (more wetly) as she brushed another knuckle over her poor nose.

“...uh...B-bless you, Monika…”

Her eyes met his face, again, a light blush on her cheeks as she regained control of herself, and was reminded of where she was. That was more dramatic than normal. What came over her? 

“...Thank you, Anon...”

And all of a sudden, she was avoiding eye contact, cheeks about as pink as her nose.

Internally screaming, he read over the log output. “EXECUTED SUCCESSFULLY” was what caught his eye with a giddy feeling in the pit of his stomach. “So,” she cleared her throat, both a functional action, and intending on clearing the air after her outburst. “You forgot a semicolon? On -snf- what?” Attempting to ignore the persistent tickle in her nose, she subtly scrubbed the underside with her finger. 

“...Well...I’d been thinking.” Playing coy. But...maybe he should be honest, too...it would make this a lot less awkward. “If--uh, well, I mean…” Another sniffle, watery eyes doing their best to remain open and attentive on what he was saying. “I thought, since we’d expanded our own home here so much, I should do some deeper reading into what we started with on terms of infrastructure.” He wondered how red his cheeks were. She’d always commented on it before. But she wasn’t focused on that now, she was focused on fending off this torturous tickle, ignoring it, and paying attention to what her lover was saying. “Yeah? A-hahh-nd?” Her entire face quivered as her breath hitched mid sentence. Eyes wavering towards half-lidded, mouth hanging open a moment longer, nostrils flaring as her rubbing picked up intensity.

“Well, I-I mean, I ended up taking a peek into your code, and read over some keynotes of what you were actually programmed to be able to do.” He was uncertain of how she’d take even that. It did certainly sound a little creepy now that he said it out loud. Admittedly, she was unsure of how she was even supposed to take that. He’d...basically looked into her internal organs, more or less. And into her mind, she supposed. Then again, she had said, if she were in the same position… “h-uehh-!” She blinked hard, feeling the itch shift deeper into her nostrils. Despite her best efforts, she just--she couldn’t squash it, she couldn’t stop it-! It was--oh, it was coming on so fast! She was going to sneeze, she-

“--nGxt!” As quiet as she could make it, it came out, twitching forward into her pinched fingers this time. Ordinarily, these were nearly silent. She hated sneezing in front of other people. It was a necessary bodily function, sure, but...it was such a powerful loss of control. And her sneezes were so loud, and on occasion sounded so wet...it was embarrassing. But this tickle was so powerful, so insistent, she couldn’t stop herself from letting out a sound. It was so uncomfortable, and she was fighting such a losing battle right in front of him. Maybe she’d be fine letting one go...no, that would be so embarrassing at this point! And it’d probably gross him out...

Little did she know how close to heaven he felt.

“Well, I noticed that with all of your personality, and how well you function as a person, it seemed like it excised a large number of...human elements.” Oh--another one was following after the second! She couldn’t speak, she could barely think before sneezing again! She was stuck making that face, her brows furrowed together, mouth slightly agape, nostrils flaring, twitching in response to the irritation wrestling control of her body-- “--!” Ah! Aha! It was silent! She couldn’t help the motion, but it was completely- “--! --! --nt! --nntt!” More ran off its coattails, and at this point, she was stuck in a loop, with the irritation remaining consistent, driving sneeze after sneeze out of Monika’s poor nose, forcing her lithe frame back and forth. No matter how many times she went through the same motion, it seemed that her nose was unsatisfied. No matter how she tried, the irritation was not cleared. Something needed to change, and she could feel a shift in her nose as the tickle intensified.

“Bodily functions,” He whispered, watching his handiwork closely, tapping his keyboard upwards to the allergy section, ready to comment it out so she could speak. “...Like sneezing.”

Her mucous membranes, unhappy with the vicious assault of this unknown irritant, did what they did best, producing new snot in her otherwise perfectly immaculate nostrils. Her nose, rubbed raw at this point and almost glowing red in hue, twitched and shook as her head rose backwards, last annals of her will crumbling as the tickle reached the back of her throat. Hitching breaths teased her lungs, as finally, she decided to give in--she needed to just sneeze, and get rid of this--she needed to sneeze! “Hh-hehHuHH--” Eyes screwed shut, a single tear pushing just past her cheek as it fell, nostrils quivering at the mercy of what felt like a billion tiny feathers in every part of her nose. “HHUEHH-! I’m--I’m gonna-!” In spite of her embarrassment, she felt the reflex to warn others. How paradoxical.

And, with one final deep breath, and a full anticipating dip backwards, her head flew forwards into two cupped hands, hair swimming in the space behind it.

“HEAHH-nnNNGTTSSCHUU!”

She sneezed, powerfully, and wetly. 

She rose slowly from the position, eyes still closed, and hands still cupped to her face. A low moan escaped her, embarrassment overriding everything else in her head. She’d just sneezed, loudly, messily, into her hands, in front of her lover. She didn’t want him to see the aftermath--hell, she didn’t want to see the aftermath. She could feel how wet her hands were, and as she slightly shifted she could feel the snot stuck from her nose. 

And, as slowly as she had risen her head, she opened her eyes.

What was he saying? That he’d programmed her--to be able to sneeze?

Well, that much...made sense, she supposed. She hadn’t remembered sneezing since she’d met him...in fact, she hardly felt a prickle in her nostrils…

Wait, so he’d programmed her to--

Suddenly, she turned away, brow furrowed in anger this time. 

“...Well, I hope you’re happy with your results.” She sniffled, a harsh, wet sound, which seemed to do nothing more but stir what was already out. She shuddered slightly, the uncomfortable feeling of slime over her fingers, but...they didn’t have tissues.

Her words seemed to surprise him out of a stupor. “Oh--I--I’m sorry...B-bless you…” 

She was silent for a moment again, still facing away, pouting and with hands covered in snot, weighing her options.

“...thank you. -snf-”

The sheepish reply goaded him further.

“...I--uh, I guess I should confess,” he brushed a hand over her shoulder, trying to emphasize as much comfort over the situation as possible. “I...err, I-” he swallowed, “I...kinda have...a thing for sneezing? That sounds weird. I know. I’m sorry.”

“...What?”

Well. That was the last thing she was expecting.

“...yeah, I…”

“...You could have said something sooner!” 

Half turned, her annoyed voice stung a bit more than he was expecting.

“...So, like a...a...sexual thing?”

Eye contact. Wordlessly, he nodded.

Her eyes went down to his pants. Sure enough, a bulge matching what he must have had in real life.

...Well, it wasn’t the weirdest fetish out there. And it wasn’t the most painful for her. “...Well, okay. I feel better.” Sure, she’d read different message boards, she was aware it existed. It was unexpected that he would be one of them, but, well...this was her anon, after all. “It’s easy to do for you, I guess. It is a natural bodily function, after all.” Behind her hands, a warm smile had formed. Relief. This wasn’t embarrassing or gross to him--this was what he wanted! That certainly changed the playing field.

“Uh, -snf- well, are you into...snot?” Awkward question. Awkward sentence. Erotic to him, she guessed.

“No...well, kinda, I don’t know…” He moved slightly, considering it. “I’m not into all of the crazy snot play that certain porn gets into. And I don’t want you to sneeze in my mouth or anything like that. I just like it when you sneeze...and messiness is a bit of a turn-on I guess. And...blowing your nose, I suppose?” Okay, that made Monika’s problem easy to solve. “Well, could I...uh, could I get some tissues then? I’m kinda covered…” “Oh! Yeah, hold on just a sec.”

After some more quick typing, a blue box with soft white tissues sticking out of it appeared above–and then dropped into Monika’s lap. With an unproductive sniffle, she slowly moved her hands from her nose...only to quietly shriek in disbelief and disgust at what her own body had produced.

Twin streams of snot, clear but sticky, connected her nostrils to her hands. Quickly, she put her hands over her nose again, shutting her eyes. “Hey…” With a soothing, what he guessed was a cooing voice, he ran a hand over her shoulder again...and quickly moved to cop one of the most bizarre, but exhilarating feels he has ever copped in his life. With one hand, he grabbed one of her forearms and began to pull it down gently, with the other, he grabbed a few tissues from the box.

And with the same gentle touch that he pulled her hands down with, he began wiping the streaming mucous from her hands...and face, brushing against the delicate skin with the tissues, before pushing it against Monika’s nose...he couldn’t believe this was happening…

“Blow.” He commanded, voice just barely above a whisper. Wordlessly, she put her own hands over his, adjusting his grip, and did as she was told, the sensation...oddly sensual. She gave a productive, gurgling blow...the world induced irritation had certainly left its marks, and she was definitely stuffed up. One nostril...then the other, he could feel the moving air and fluid against his fingers as she blew her nose into the tissue.

Afterwards, she sniffled again, and removed her hands, giving a solid signal for Anon to do the same, half compelled to look into the tissue before crumpling it up and tossing it into the Recycle Bin. He resisted the urge, resolving it wouldn’t be much better than what had just happened...and tossed the ball out.

His heart was beating out of his chest. She smiled at him, as he watched her move towards him, dumbfounded. One hand to the back of his head, bringing him closer, to kiss...the other down south, attending to matters she’d stirred up. “Thank you, Anon. My nose was so stuffed up…”

This was going to be a long night.

[feyspeaker]

Hii me again. I'm not sure if I sent the ask I'm talking about on anon, so maybe that's why you didn't see it? It partially got answered with a recent ask you got anyway so no worries. I was just wondering if you use 3d in your process and if so, how? I've seen other illustrators use it to varying degrees and it seems like a really helpful tool to push your work.

Oh that's so weird! No I periodically go through my asks in chunks and I didn't see anything like that. I've had a few people in the past few months send me asks that looked like the second half of something else with no context, so maybe it's Tumblr fuckery. Sorry!!

I recommend learning Blender so you can help sculpt shapes and render lighting onto them in order to get the weirder/more complex shadows right. You can also apply colors onto the things you sculpt in order to see how the colors act in different lighting. It's pretty much an invaluable tool to me as it keeps me from having to problem-solve too much. I did a lot of digging around in my house to build references to photograph but it was just impractical to achieve the things I want to a lot of the time. I still do that, and you would not believe how many goofy photos I have of my husband in the poses you've seen me paint Astarion in lmao...

I do think that it needs to be used in moderation if you are a more beginner artist- I think that using 3D is DANGEROUSLY close to becoming a massive crutch for a newer artist and improper usage or over reliance on it can lead to stiffness or artificial looking colors. You need to be able to train your eye to create compelling compositions by bashing things together, and train your hand to replicate/add/subtract as needed from your references with an organic feel.

I will say this as a total committer of this crime myself in the past, it's VERY easy to tell when an artist relies too much on, for example, Clip Studio Paint posed models as bases for pieces without a good enough grasp on their fundamentals. And I also used to prickle when I saw more advanced artists warn of this, so I do think maybe it just has to run its course sometimes, because I know that using 3D for reference seems like an easy-button.

I've taken a lot of in-person classes for live figure drawing and painting, as well as just totally done drills, basically, on sketching and painting from life before relying too much on static imagery/3D/etc.

I often fret over every piece I do looking too stiff even still.

You have to do a LOT of the boring hard stuff the old fashioned way. And I regularly go back to it over and over when needed.

For example, I recently did a stupid amount of rose petal/flower studies deconstructing and painting ugly little paintings/doodles over and over because I know that I've been horribly weak at painting flowers for years (actively avoiding them). And I've been doing a lot of floral stuff lately due to that.

Whenever I start a new piece in new territory, I know it's going to mean several 3AM nighters where I have two other tabs open on Photoshop where I test out different textures or do a couple of studies. I'm working on a piece of my OC right now that has a lot of gore/medical instruments and I've been working on testing out different methods for shiny metal painting and some anatomical studies. I'll come to a snag in a painting and go "here we go" and work through it one piece at a time.

My Halsin piece, "Secret Spot" in the hot spring, was a massive undertaking with a lot of these moments. The Karlach x Dammon piece took 3 times longer than it should have due to me just having to go back and fix things knowing I could do better after doing some studies.

Ultimately I personally find art tutorials to be quite useless overall once you get to a certain point, unless they are teaching the use of a tool/software because you HAVE to figure out what works for you. And even then I use Blender like a monkey with a keyboard, I suspect, because I've just bruteforced through it, so I could probably use a tuneup from a good teacher on that haha. I hope this helps some, and sorry if I overstepped if I sound preachy.

[omnivorousshipper]

hey can you do a story with deckard shaw and ramsey based on their extended scene from fast 8

Hi friend!

At this point, I've forgotten that scene is part of the extended version. I'm like, they fully intended to have that scene lol

~~

Ramsey jumped a little as she felt a presence at her elbow. Looking up, she blinked at Deckard Shaw.

"Mind if I use your computer?"

Shaking her head, Ramsey handed it over.

Quietly, she watched as he used her computer and she was shocked he actually seemed to know what he was doing.

Not only was he able to go head to head with Hobbs, rescue her, but now he was apparently a hacker?

What else could Deckard Shaw do?

"What?" He mumbled, eyes still glued to the screen. Her staring hadn't gone unnoticed.

"Uh, thanks for saving me."

"You're welcome."

His fingers were racing over the keyboard at this point and Ramsey was thoroughly impressed. Having him on their side was useful.

Which made her think.

When Brian and the rest of the crew had saved her, they hadn't really explained why Deckard had been chasing them. The fact he had teamed up with Jakande had convinced her that he needed to be taken down.

But now, she was left wondering.

"Why did Mr. Nobody mention your brother? Is he ok?"

Deckard's jaw clenched for a second before he paused his typing to glance at her.

"What did your little crew tell you about me and my brother?"

"Not much," she shrugged. "Just that you were after them and killed one of their friends."

"So they didn't mention that they were the ones to put my little brother in a coma?" His eyes were narrowed and she could see a building storm in them.

"They didn't," she winced at the confession. They had shared all of their adventures but the details of any casualties had been left out. "But Mr. Nobody said he was in a black site."

"He woke up," Deckard nodded. "I'm surprised he hasn't broken out yet. They must be doing something shitty to him to keep him."

"Tell me about him."

Deckard frowned, fully stopping to turn and look at her.

"Why?" He asked, suspicion thick in his voice.

"Why not?" She fired back. "You must miss him, so tell me about him."

Deckard continued to stare at her, but she didn't back down. She didn't hold the same grudge and trauma that the crew held towards him, so maybe she could help to create the bridge between him and the crew. After all, if they're going to work together, they needed to at least get along.

"He's a little arsehole," Deckard finally spoke. "But he's a genius. I swear, I spent more time saving his arse than not growing up."

Ramsey giggled. Deckard sounded exactly like an exhausted older sibling.

"There must have been times he wasn't difficult."

"When he had a project,"Deckard admitted. "He's amazing at coming up with heists. Actually, he was the one who would name our heists after his favorite singers. Owen's a really good singer, so he was always going on and on about the latest song."

"Does he now?"

"Not as much. Once he became a criminal after escaping the army, he was obsessed with outdoing himself after each one. Didn't help that our mum kept encouraging him. Even gave him ideas on his next heists. If only he hadn't gotten tangled up with Cipher."

Ramsey felt her heart twist the ways Deckard said that last part.

"If he hadn't gotten in her clutches, he wouldn't have gotten himself in this mess,"Deckard sighed. "I wish I saw the signs and stopped him. Just drag him away from his crew and keep him tied up somewhere away from her."

"He would have fought you the whole way." Ramsey had never met Owen, but she was certain in this.

"Maybe," Deckard smirked. "But I wouldn't have cared. Not as long as he was safe."

Seeing Deckard's smirking face, Ramsey had to take a step back.

He looked just like--

"Found him."

"What?" Ramsey asked dumbly.

"I found Toretto," Deckard told her. "Here. Thanks."

Taking back her computer and watching Deckard make his announcement to everyone else, Ramsey shook her head.

Just because Deckard and Hattie shared a last name, and looked exactly the same when they smirked, didn't mean anything.

[nancydrewwouldnever]

I have a question for Seb fandom: was he able to recover his reputation after he ended his “relationship” with the Spanish problematic actress? I mean, he still does good projects and he still seems to be interested in working (unlike Chris), plus he still has Marvel///

he did but honestly I think both situations are similar but they're not totally the same, ale did cultural appropriation but that was it, alba and her friends have done much much worse :s and as everyone has said: Seb didn't marry her, in fact, Seb always did the bare minimum for her. I know you previously received an ask saying Seb and his current gf have "zero chemistry" (I disagree) however, Seb has done a lot of effort for hid current relationship, for example, he traveled to Italy and Canada when she was working there, he went to London for her brother's birthday, he went to the bachelorette trip to Spain with her brother and sister in law and of course he went to their wedding and spent her birthday in Portugal with her family... he never did that for ale, sure he went to Spain twice but that was it, he didn't go to the birthdays of ale's family and didn't go with her when she was working and so... like he really didn't care for her and we all could see it.

Now, in the work field: Seb has always been a hard worker. always. he, compared to Chris, wasn't born in a privileged family so he worked normal jobs and so and he struggled a lot financially until 2011, so he knows hard work which Chris doesn't so I think that's the main difference... Chris doesn't need to work ever again if he doesn't want to, he's got 104 more millions than Sebastian, so.. a BIG difference. and then of course, the talent is different... correct me if I'm strong, but I've never heard Chris saying that he took acting classes or something 🤔 ...Seb did, he actually has a degree in it and he's always studying his craft, that's why he's a really good actor, he's got that love and passion for what he does.. with Chris it feels like he just does the work because of the money, let's just look at his latest projects... big streamimg platform movies with no critic acclaim at all... fun fact: Seb was told that he might not receive money from I Tonya because they didn't have the money, he didn't care and he did it anyway and look at what it was 👌🏽 and because of that movie he met Craig Gillespie, who then called him directly to play his Emmy nominated role in pam&tommy last year and then the same director called him back for dumb money, another acclaimed movie this year... that's what Chris doesn't have.. he cares so much about money that he hasn't been able to build those kind of connections. and he needs to work on his acting, 100%.

then: Seb is actually very private compared to Chris... sure, Seb used to interact with his fandom but for example, we only met his mom *this year* and his mom is the only blood related family of him that we've seen (probably the only blood related family he has in the USA anyway), but with Chris, we've seen all of his family, even half siblings at different red carpets throughout the years and all of Chris' friends seem to be.. not very private, meanwhile Sebastian's closest friends (minus Toby's slip in 2021 :s iykyk) are very protective of him actually... like, there are many differences in terms of privacy 😐

finally: when it comes to relationships, to Chris' and seb's, current relationships, Chris chose to marry someone 16 years younger than him and someone he met when she was 23.. which is so questionable from any angle you see it, however, Seb is daring someone who's 39 (he's 41) si of course no one has anything bad to say about them (Seb and Annabelle) which is different to Chris and alba. and I do agree in one thing: Seb has never said he's an activist or whatever, meanwhile Chris was a keyboard activist fighting trump only and then forgot about it and now has very questionable people staying in all of his houses...the same people he used to critic.

if you ask me if I think that Chris can recover from this: yes.. maybe but time needs to pass and he needs to do better movies because right now he's just a joke on social media thanks to the projects he chooses not because of his private life. I know you believe most people shits on Chris for his personal life but that's not the main problem... it's his movies and if he doesn't have the passion and the desire to get out of his comfort zone, he won't go anywhere. there's something that Seb is always saying and it's "actors shouldn't be comfortable in their choices" and to me, Chris is beyond comfortable doing mediocre movies with a big pay. that needs to change yesterday.

Thank you for all this info. I don't follow Seb except to see him in a few movies here and there. I think you raise a lot of good comparisons.

[telomeke]

Current Tag Game

Tagged by @colourme-feral in this post – thanks dearie! 💖

Current time: 9:59am (when I started this! it's now much later but I'm not gonna re-write...).

Current activity: Had a work deadline last night so tidying up the aftermath (deleting unwanted files, etc.).

Currently thinking about: How the project submission for work went. Annoyed that I skipped gym this morning just in case there were last minute changes to the project submission and we'd have to re-submit today; but now that's not needed I'm missing legs day. Also thinking about munching on something extra because breakfast was too light (hardboiled eggs, grapes and blueberries – all originally meant as a post-swim snack, re-purposed to become breakfast since gym was canceled). Maybe fry up an omelet and sausages, or grill some salmon? 😋 Or shall I just munch on some creamy Whittaker's milk chocolate since lunch will be soon and anything heavier might spoil it? 🤔  

Current favorite song: I don't know if they qualify as favorites, but songs will enter my brainspace and then swirl around in there for a while, refusing to leave. So I'm constantly listening to them (on YouTube, not Spotify; don't have a smartphone) and/or singing along in an effort to exorcise the earworm. At the moment the playlist in my head is:

I Don't Think That I Like Her Anymore (Charlie Puth)  Charlie constantly amazes me with his superhuman ability to churn out catchy melodic turns and unusual aural takes on percussion sounds for his backing rhythms (e.g., the light switch in Light Switch). This song continues with his quirky stylings, and I'm loving the pounding bass coming in to frame the heavyweight sock-it-ta-ya message of the song's chorus after the light plaintive vocals of the introductory and intervening verses. The second (melodic) line of the chorus ("Cause they're all the same") is so simple and yet so perfectly fitting after the bold hook of the first line – I find myself asking each time I hear it how could anything else ever fit better? And then it builds and builds to a big finish, at the end of each chorus and also at the end of the song – that key change from B Major to C# Major is quite a genius step, retro yet so fresh. (But still... C sharp? 👀 OK if your electronic thingamajig can auto-transpose but hell on a trad keyboard.) I know this song is from a year ago but I'm not simply wallowing in nostalgia (oh all right, so yes I am a bit) – there is nonetheless a BL connection that first got me hooked on this. The cast of my current fave I Feel You Linger in the Air did their own take on the TikTok Kpop dance challenge of this song (linked here, with other TikToks here) and they're just so cute dancing along. Nonkul attempts a little elbow jab in homage to the original choreo, while Bright gives up after a couple of bars and just goes on doing alternating wrist twirls like those you sometimes see in Southeast Asian dance… 🤣 Alee and Tian seem like they're having fun, as does Attila, but who knew Khun Robert could actually look this good, all goofy and charming when he smiles doing a silly little jig?

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All I Want for Christmas is You (Mariah Carey)  Ever since Ms. Mariah broke her icy containment after Halloween (see this video here 😂) I've been singing along, getting in the mood for carols, fruitcake and Christmas decorations because it reminds me of time spent with (departed) family. Happy because those are happy times worth recalling, but also bittersweet because those loved ones are no longer around.

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One of Your Girls (Troye Sivan)  While I tend to feel a pinch of resentment whenever Aussies of European origin seem to get opportunities in the West more easily than non-white people do, I have to remind myself it's the system and not the talent that is at fault. So credit where credit is due and I'm a fan of what Troye has done with this and his earlier releases (like his video with PP Krit 😃😍). One of Your Girls is just so beautiful and languid as it teases with its message, and consistently Troye is breathtakingly beautiful and languid in the video, teasing us with an offering of the forbidden. I'm feeling things I never thought I would. 😮 The choreography is pretty daring too. (Especially that crotch flare – where did they tuck the dangly bits? I'm wincing as I watch.) Also shout-out to all the different representation with the models. 😍

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Then I'm Gonna Give You Up (Rick Astley)  This is Rick Astley spoofing Rick Astley (more explanation linked here) and just so funny. Especially since the original song is already iconic on Tumblr.

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Fast Car (Luke Combs)  Another nostalgia trip, this is an absolutely stellar rendition of the already phenomenal original by Tracy Chapman. Almost like Marc Cohn's Walking in Memphis with its sense of urgency and of bottled emotions about to explode, maybe just a shade less of Marc's full-throated growl in Luke's voice, but earthshaking nonetheless. In these 21st century times (and in my corner of the world where BL and queer rep cross my dash all the time) I love that Luke (a married man with a wife and two kids, looking for all we know like the straightest of the hets) didn't change Tracy's line "So I work in the market as a checkout girl", paying homage to the original and smashing at the gender-obsessives everywhere in a quietly powerful way.

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Currently reading: My language study textbooks; not much time for anything else though I do miss having a good work of fiction to keep me company whenever the slate of Thai drama dips in quality.

Currently watching: I Feel You Linger in the Air – a really impressive work, solidly-grounded in its universe with overhanging familial, social and political intrigue that threatens to overshadow (but never really does) the chemistry between Khun Yai and Jom.

I've fallen in hard love with this and just hope that Tee Bundit will display the wisdom associated with his name (for those as linguistically-obsessed as I am, Bundit is the homologue for pundit in English, pandit in Hindi and pendita in Malay) and wrap up the finale with more finesse than he has done on his other shows. (Something tells me though that the sense of foreboding you get while watching IFYLITA is partly due to the dread that Tee is going to rush and stumble through the last bits, leaving viewers less than satisfied with the ending like he did with Lovely Writer, Hidden Agenda and Step by Step.) However this goes, I'm a new fan of Nonkul and Bright's acting, and can't wait to see more of them.

As to what else I'm watching – I'm still trying to finish Only Friends, if only to be able to say that I've finally watched a Jojo show all the way to the end. It's not for me, though it has some moments that shine (like Neo's performance, and all the shirtless scenes) but I struggle to find anything that satisfies on a more cerebral level. I'm not opposed to sensuality and messy drama being foregrounded over more intellectual underpinnings (all hail KinnPorsche) but for me it doesn't go earthy and raw enough to make up for whatever else it doesn't do.

Current favorite character: Pat and Pran from Bad Buddy will always be on this list, but because I'm currently enjoying IFYLITA I'm sure I've been visited by Por Jom, Khun Yai, Khun Ueangphueng, Ba Prik, Ming and Khun James in my dreams lately (and also a certain racing piglet 🤣).

Current WIP: All in my head, but I have a final wrap-up post on Bad Buddy locations percolating, as well as one on the graphics in the show (that give us hints of Pat and Pran's interior worlds).

Tagging names I've seen more than once cross my dash and/or notes:

@neuroticbookworm @airenyah @alexis-mika @belladonna-and-the-sweetpeas @wen-kexing-apologist @twig-tea @pandasmagorica @respectthepetty @dribs-and-drabbles @waitmyturtles @dimplesandfierceeyes @writerwithoutsound @bengiyo @grapejuicegay @lamonnaie @lurkingshan @callipigio @italianpersonwithashippersheart @recentadultburnout @kattahj @theheightofdishonor @fiddlepickdouglas @dc-alves @brazilian-whalien52 @slayerkitty @silvercrystal1 @dudeyuri @ranchthoughts @suni-san @chawarin-panich @lurkingteapot @solitaryandwandering

and anyone else who'd like to play. 😍 Apologies if you've already been tagged; point me to your post if so! And apologies if I've forgotten to mention anyone; if I follow or if you follow me please know you are loved and do play along if you wish! 💖

Also a special tag carved out for the lovely @visualtaehyun as a part-apology; you've tagged me before on a couple of other games and I wrote out about half of my replies – but then work deadlines became urgent and got in the way. Ruefully I had to abandon those posts (especially since they're now weeks out of date). So this is my way of saying thanks for tagging me on those tag games, sorry for not replying, and I hope you'll play along with this one because I love getting to know like-minded people on Tumblr! 💖

[x3zerochanx3]

Over 18 + story nothing for minors

Prologue

Chapter 1

Y/N parked her bright red Chevrolet K10 in front of the building. She had an appointment with her father's lawyer and best friend to discuss the next steps. She reached beside her and picked up her hat

from the passenger seat and put it on as she got out. She walked purposefully into the building. She knew exactly where she had to go. Nothing had really changed here in all these years. People had simply grown older and were still doing their jobs until they really couldn't anymore. Her long hair flew back and forth a little in the warm wind as she walked across to the other side of the street. Occasionally, people looked at her a little skeptically, but she didn't care. She just wanted to get to Frank Campbell's office. “How can I help you?” she was greeted directly at reception by an older lady in her 50s, who was sitting at a computer typing something. “Good afternoon. I've been told to contact Frank. I'm Y/N Tillerson,” she introduced herself. “Um...Mr. Campbell is not receiving any visitors today honey. Try again tomorrow,” the lady said kindly. Y/N gave an annoyed sigh. She would hardly be there if he wasn't waiting for her. “Listen. He told me on the phone last night that I should drop by this morning. It's about my father, Simon Reed,” she tried her luck again. “No. I'm sorry,” the woman remained stubborn and continued typing on the keyboard. Y/N had no choice but to take her cell phone out of her pocket and call Frank, who appeared in the room a short time later. Frank was wearing a light blue designer suit, a matching blue tie and a blue cloth hat. He looked sourly at his employee. “I told them I was waiting for Y/N. Why didn't you let them see me?” he asked her tensely, walking towards Y/N. “Y/N. It's so good to see you, little girl, even if the circumstances aren't good. Come up to the office with me, then we can talk about it in peace,” he took her in his arms. She followed the man up a staircase with gray carpeting to the second floor. There were exactly three doors at the top of the corridor, and they took the last one. Frank closed the door behind her. The room itself was painted a normal white, with old wooden furniture and piles of files and papers on the desk. It was immediately clear to Y/N that the lawyer had more than enough to do. He himself was considered not only the oldest, but the best lawyer in the area, but nothing was above his friendship with Simon. “Sit down, little one. I'm just going to get the documents,” he went straight to one of the filing cabinets, picked up a red folder and placed it on the table in front of her. She just nodded to him and sat down on a chair in front of the desk, while the older man sat down directly behind it. “You're in luck. Your father already took care of everything regarding the funeral before the accident. You don't have to worry about anything else. The only thing you have to do is set a date, he's already done everything else.” Y/N looked at the man in front of him in surprise. She hadn't assumed that her father had planned this far in advance, but nodded to Frank. “I think the priest will get in touch with you, or you can go to the church later and talk to him yourself. As for the range, you'd best talk to Scott. Your father left the administration and everything else to him because he knew you weren't really interested in it and as for your brother...no one could reach him or find him,” he continued, which didn't surprise her. Her older brother had broken off contact with them shortly after their mother's death and, according to rumors, had probably emigrated to Europe. “Scott Miller?” she asked him. “Yes, that's him,” Frank grinned and opened the underwear folder. “Holy shit,” she mumbled under her breath. Scott and Y/N had their own past. They'd hooked up at some party and had spent their first time and a night or two together in one of the barns. They'd gone out a few more times until Rhett had come between them and she'd chosen her best friend, which Scott wasn't thrilled about. But that had all been a very, very long time ago. As far as she knew, he was now married himself.

Y/N took the folder and skimmed through the documents. Her father had really recorded everything about how he wanted to be buried. Even his coffin, his place and everything else had already been paid for. All the family possessions and accounts had also been transferred to her, as if her father's accident had been no accident. “Please be honest with me. Dad didn't have a normal car accident, did he? There's more to it than that, isn't there?” Her eyes looked at him seriously. “Your father was driving drunk, went off the road and crashed into the big oak tree on the driveway,” he told her, scrutinizing her. ”Your father would never have given up on himself Y/N, just because he knew how much Wayne wanted to take everything away from him. He knew he wasn't the youngest anymore and he also knew you'd come back here eventually.”

She left the office with a heavy head. Everything was just too much for her at the moment. She still had so much to take care of. Fortunately, she didn't have to worry about her finances and had some time to prepare. She put the folder with the copies of the documents on the passenger seat and went to the local store to fill the fridge at home with food. “Y/N is that you?” she heard a woman's voice next to her. “Yes?” she replied, turning around and looking into the face of Cecilia, who rushed straight up to her and simply hugged her without a second thought. “It's good to see you again, little girl. It's been ages since I've seen you. Look at how beautiful you've become. How about joining us for dinner today? I'm sure you've got a lot to do and haven't had a decent meal for a long time,” Abbott let her go and stroked her shoulder a little when she saw her old best friend's daughter in front of her. “Nice to meet you too Cece. I don't want to put you to any trouble, but nothing can beat your food,” she gave the older woman a quick hug and smiled at her.

“Very nice. It's best if you come by in two hours. I still need a bit of time to pick up the boys. I'll see you later kiddo,” she hugged Y/N again before she went to do the shopping herself.

Y/N was looking forward to the food. Cecilia had always been able to make the best food out of the simplest things. She also realized that she couldn't show up there without a gift, which Cece would refuse again, but she didn't care.

She went through the shelves and filled her cart with food for the next few days. Her eyes wandered through the shelves, looking for the right gift, but she couldn't find anything suitable. Her best bet was to just get her some flowers and some of her father's moonshine from the cellar, which was damn good and strong.

About two hours later, she was standing in front of the Abboots' old house with a bouquet of flowers and the moonshine. She knocked on the door and waited for it to be opened, even though she knew that the door was usually open at the time when someone was in the house. Through the knocking on the door, she heard the loud barking of the dogs before the door opened a moment later. “Hello, how can I help you?” she was greeted warmly by a girl she immediately recognized as Amy. “Hey. I'm Y/N. Your grandma invited me over for dinner. Will you let me in?” she said kindly herself and Amy nodded to her. Amy closed the front door. Y/N took off her boots, put them in the hallway and made her way to the kitchen. It already smelled extremely delicious and her stomach growled right away. Amy went straight back upstairs to her room. She was immediately embraced again by Cecilia, who was delighted that she had actually come. The two of them were alone in the kitchen and immediately started talking about what had happened here and how proud Abbott was that Y/N didn't put up with her ex. It felt good to vent to her and for a moment it felt like she had never really left. Both women laughed about an old story when they heard noise from the hallway.

“What time is it?” they both heard a male voice humming. Y/N turned to the voice. Her pulse immediately quickened as she realized who was standing in front of her, half-asleep and wearing only shorts. He had grown considerably wider, his muscles were clearly defined, his hair had grown longer and she hadn't known he was tattooed until now. She immediately realized why it wasn't difficult for him to keep his bed cold. He looked damn good and she could well imagine how he would do between her thighs. However, his hair was so tousled and his lips a little sore that she could also imagine that he wasn't alone in his room.

Tired and completely hungover, Rhett made his way down to the kitchen. Last night had been far too long and the beer had tasted far too good to come home early. Sleep-drenched, he went into the kitchen. He just wanted to get a drink, eat something and wake up. It was relatively rare that his mom had visitors, so he was all the more surprised to see a woman...no...it wasn't just any woman. It was clearly Y/N sitting at the kitchen table with his mother. His blue eyes looked at her penetratingly. He knew that her father had been found dead a few days ago, but that she would be sitting in their home a few days later, he wasn't prepared for that. Before he or she could say anything, the front door banged open. “Damn it Rhett. How many times do I have to tell you to get dressed when you come downstairs, especially when we're not home alone,” Royal grumbled sourly as he saw his son standing there like that and slapped him flat on the back of the head. “It's too late for that,” the mother took it a little easier and greeted her husband.

Y/N couldn't help giggling. She was actually glad that Royal had pulled her out of her thoughts. He also greeted her with a quick hug, while Rhett had gone straight back upstairs to get dressed and freshen up. Some things really wouldn't change that quickly.

[dame-bloodrose]

Holy shit I had a dream about me going out on a bike on my own to do a painting somewhere for some sort of art collective zine and then submitting it and then coming home a few days after leaving it with my mom and stepdad only to find they'd chopped pieces of my painting's frame off to support their painting, while reshaping my own.

Naturally I was incredibly upset about this in my dream and i expressed this frustration with them both. The art collective at least liked my writing about the painting so much that they held up publication verifying it was original text.

As I'm typing this up I'm thinking about how this applies on an emotional/metaphorical level with how my mom treated me up until the point i cut her out of my life. She'd take the parts of me she wanted and used them to reframe me as the kind of child she thought I should be, all the while ignoring the core of who I was or am. She told me I was the more computer inclined type. I don't know why. Maybe because I could type quickly. Anyway the point is, she spent decades of my life telling me something despite all the evidence contrary to it - every time i tried to do computer programming it wouldn't stick in my brain. If the reason she thought I was more computer inclined was because my ability to type quickly and well, then she ignored the reason I developed that skill. That is, I have written in a word processor for approximately 24 years now. I know my way around a keyboard. I also used to roleplay in a live chat environment frequently. So i was constantly typing. I'm actually less computer inclined than my younger sibling who she said was extremely mechanically inclined. My sibling is physically much larger than me in every way. And they support themselves doing freelance 3D modeling and shit for video games.

This past year I've discovered that I actually do like working on cars (I still don't think we should live in a car centric society but that's an entirely different post), and that furthermore I find mechanical work that i do with my hands much easier than I thought I would. I've been able to look at parts of a door on a slot machine and almost perfectly understand how it's supposed to work. My favorite thing at work is building locks. It's tedious but enjoyable. My boss thinks I'm a weirdo because of that. But i just really, really fucking like working on locks. My dream job actually is working on bicycles as a bike mechanic.

This isn't even getting into gender shit. I'm not going to go all into it for obvious reasons, but she couldn't accept for the longest time that her children are gender deviant and have a different understanding of themselves than the one she pictured of us growing up. She was trying because my uncle made her try the last time he talked to her, but I'm not sure whether she's regressed or not because I don't talk to her anymore.

Anyway all of this is just to say: my parents don't get to decide me and I'm allowed to be a person with my own vision of myself. I am a new blank canvas and i can paint and shape myself the way i want to.

[nancypullen]

Monday

Ugh, Monday. I knew it was going to be an exceptionally busy day at work and I was right. Normally I enjoy being right, today...not so much. I got up and got myself ready, choosing comfortable and cool clothing. I fortified myself with caffeine, and headed in to do battle. We're in full blown summer programming at the library and my first task of the day was to teach 25 kids how to build a bee hotel. Most of them did a fabulous job (*cough*the girls*cough*) and left with a home for mason bees that was beautifully decorated and even named. My favorite was The Buzz On Inn.

There were a handful (*cough*theboys*cough) who had no intention of following any sort of directions and built everything from rockets to cowbells. I think their moms made them attend. Still, they were well-behaved and they all left happy. They learned a lot about mason bees whether they wanted to or not. I'm not sure why the library scheduled this program at the end of June when those particular bees are not looking for homes, but we've flooded the bee hotel market with properties and all are welcome. I was able to clean up pretty quickly after the program, and once I'd tucked some things back in their boxes up in the haunted attic, I realized I actually had some...*gasp* unscheduled time. That never happens. I grabbed my book list for July's displays and started pulling from the shelves. Once I had a full cart I slapped up the pitiful decor that I'd made and called it done. In honor of the 4th...

Not my best work, but an appropriate place to display books about Revolutionary War spies, pirates, and women -a little something more than the stuff we learned in history class. George agreed with me.

I designed those silly posters and then printed them at Walgreens. There's almost always a 50% coupon on their website so you can do it for just a couple bucks. Comes in handy if you ever need a poster or a protest sign- I've used it for both.

The second display is awful, so I need to jazz it up a bit. They've taken my bookcase to use for summer reading prize and t-shirt storage, so I'm stuck with this dumb rolling cart.

I think I should add snowflakes or icicles... or just leave it alone because I'm the only one who cares. Actually I'm caring less and less because I PUT IN MY NOTICE. Ohmygosh, I just said it out loud. I have mixed feelings, but it all comes back to the fact that I originally just wanted a volunteer gig, or at most a part-time job. I was not looking for a career or the many, many, many hours of programming, planning, and after-hours work just to keep the place afloat. I really, really didn't want to be a quitter. When people around me were resigning left and right I became more determined to stick it out. But honestly, at this stage of my life my time and my health are precious and this job was sapping both. They've been very kind and have asked what they might be able to change that would make me stay - my kneejerk reaction was, everything. I don't want to leave on a sour note, so I'm just thanking them for the opportunity. I may even propose to them that now that they know my work ethic and I've already been through the background checks and all that - perhaps they'd like me to volunteer now. I could pop in and do the never-ending shelving and even continue the monthly displays. I'd love to do that. Do I expect them to be smart and take advantage of capable and free help? No. I suppose it's time to just put it all in my rearview mirror and appreciate what I've learned. Besides, I just *might* have something even better on the horizon - something that would be on my own time, from my own house, and involve tapping away on this keyboard while my brain spills out ideas. I suppose I've cursed the whole thing by even mentioning it, so I'll stop there and just hope for the best. So that's it. My big news on a Monday is that I won't have to worry about Mondays much longer. This Friday we'll collect the grandgirl for a couple of days, then Matt will fly in on July 1st and we'll all gather to celebrate the 4th. Matt leaves on the 7th (our 40th wedding anniversary!) and Mickey leaves on the 8th for Atlanta to see his mother. She's having a little medical procedure and he's going to be stepping and fetching for her. As of the 8th I'll be home alone, enjoying the silence, and I'll start painting my desk and hutch. Just me, a can of paint, and a true crime podcast...sounds heavenly. I'm finding my groove again. I hope that you're all surviving this awful heat. There's just no reason for it. What good is it? I think the National Weather Service should issue a no brassiere advisory. It's torture. Anywho, things are changing for the better around here, maybe the weather will too. Ever the optimist. Take care of yourselves. Sending out love, take what you need and pass it on. Stay safe, stay well, keep cool. XOXO, Nancy

[thesummerstorms]

This is sooo late, but I didn't have a proper keyboard while I was housesitting and I've just managed to sit down now and do anything that required any length typing.

Thank you to @nepobabyeurydice for the tag!

If I'm being honest, I've not perfectly been able to keep track of who I saw answer this already on my dash, but if you are a writer and we are mutuals, consider yourself optionally tagged.

When did you start writing?

I remember typing up original stuff on our hand me down Windows 95 computer in elementary school, though I could not tell you what any of it was about.

My first fic was a very, very, very cringy Naruto fic when I was 11 and emo everything was at the height of its popularity. I never finished it, and it is now nonexistent, which is very much for the best.

Are there different themes or genres you enjoy reading than what you write?

I read a somewhat decent amount of science fiction that isn't as "loose" in it's worldbuilding as even space opera, but you will never catch me doing world building outside of fantasy. I can make things internally consistent, but do not ask me to make them realistic to science.

Also, just in general, while I don't read action per say, or at least read for action, a lot of my favorite genres and series do have fight scenes, and I cannot write those at all.

Is there a writer you want to emulate or get compared to often?

I can trace a few things in my own writing- both good and bad!- to a handful of authors that particularly influenced me as a young teenager, but I don't think it's anything anyone else would pick up on.

Can you tell me a bit about your writing space?

I have a proper desk in my bedroom with a desktop PC and two monitors and everything, and if I'm doing any serious and researched meta, or leaving comments on particular fics, I use that.

But I don't really write fic so much these days, and what I do post tends to be... fragments? Concepts? Worldbuilding that morphs into slightly-longer than drabbles? here on tumblr. And 95% of that gets posted from my phone because inspiration struck and it was in my hand.

What's your most effective way to muster up a muse?

I don't go seeking things out, honestly. Like I said, I don't write plotted or long fic or really much fic at all. So what I do write comes out because it's sitting there poking at my brain for too long and then I can't ignore it anymore.

Are there any recurring themes in your writing? Do they surprise you?

... looking at my SW stuff and my PJO stuff, one thing I guess I like the idea of a lot is the boundary between human/larger than human, mortal/immortal, mutable/immutable etc.

I loved some eldritch Force stuff and I love the idea of the PJO gods as being forces as much as or more than they are people.

Like, there's an Anne Carson translation of a Sophocles quote I saw for the first time years ago on tumblr- "Nothing vast enters the lives of mortals without ruin"- and I can't help but fixate still on that idea. What if the vast is inherently part of you but in a way that is alien to your humanity? What happens when the "vast" is both sympathetic and destructive to your personhood?

Also, a slightly less pretentious and definitely less wordy answer, I just think angst is fun to write. Not pure tragedy or grimdark, but angst.

What is your reason for writing?

My brain Will Not Shut Up and it has to go <i>somewhere.</i>

How do you want to be thought about by your readers?

I want people to talk about ideas with me!

What do you feel is your greatest strength as a writer?

Not as a fiction writer per say, but I fucking killed every literary analysis paper I ever wrote in college. Like, this may sound arrogant, but I got nominated for awards by my professors. I thrived off of getting their feedback and that looping into a discussion. So I feel like meta comes easily as a result.

Now if only you could get paid and have health insurance writing literary analysis... alas, I cannot afford a doctorate and academia doesn't pay well or have decent enough healthcare access for my many needs.

How do you feel about your own writing?

I wish I could write long fic and coherent plots, but I am proud of the ideas I come up with sometimes.

When you write, are you influenced by what others might enjoy reading, or do you write purely for yourself, or a mix of both?

I feel like most of my writing is in conversation with what I read, whether it be the original text, other folks' fic, or meta. But even if it's in conversation, I'm never going to even have the idea much less the words unless it's something I'm interested enough in that my brain snags on it.

[nattyontherun]

Okay. Okay fine! I'll explain (some!) of the YOI IWTV AU :] (no one asked. The one person who asked has been crying and served me divorce papers already. That's alright, I'll win them back. @sugarbunbie haha takemebackplsibegimnothingwithoutyo-- EHM EHM ANYWAYS!!)

So I've been having brainworms. Brainworms in proportions hitherto undreamth of. And those brainworms begin and end with Viktor as Lestat!

Haha. I'm not joking.

If you follow me on AO3, or at least read a few of my latest (very short) fics, you'll be well aware that the reason I've slowed down writing is because my laptop is busted and I've been using my phone to update stuff. Very sad, I know. What I did NOT account for, however, is the utter lack of decorum watching s2 of IWTV would give me, let alone the grand ol' idea of making a YOI AU out of it.

I'm still kinda stuck at the stage where haha, Viktor!Stat.

Anyways seeing as updates are slow and, very likely, I won't dive beyond IWTV s1-2 in terms of plot points (and since it's not a 1:1, at all, I say that with a lot of caveats. Character journey, perchance? Emotionally, rather than physically and actually. Smth smth self actualization for our LouClaudia characters, ehm. As I was saying!!) so I figured I'd make a small Tumblr post the way I did for my NRT threesome AU series ( - which I HAVE NOT DROPPED BTW!!! It's just really long and plotty, and I need an actual writing-specific device to work on it since I need to do more research!!!), just explain a few things that may be lost to the crevices of the AU series.

1. I described the first part of the series, seek me with dead eyes (embody me) as kind of a stand-in for the San Francisco fiasco in 1973, because it's not a proper "interview". I'm debating on keeping it that way for the sake of a more compact story, particularly because I don't plan to delve more into the "DM" of this AU,,,, but I will confirm that the interview with Georgi is the basis for many of the fics that follow, even if Georgi doesn't feature predominantly/at all.

2. Yes, there will be Yuuri and Viktor-centric fics to come. Yuuri's will probably be the last one of the series, and the Viktor fic will be a gift. I'm honestly excited to write it, he's the whole reason I bothered to drag my fingers over my phone keyboard and WORK at this au!!

3. Reiterating that Yuri and Yuuri share the burden of being both Louis and Claudia, for the reason that neither of them could EVER be a 1:1 of either of those characters and to put them in such boxes would be a disservice to all four characters involved lmao.

It's particularly for this reason, plus the fact that I'm not framing Yuri as a "son" for Viktuuri, that the focus of the series has morphed. I still think and want to ensure that the AU remains very much about grief, loss and loneliness - but the heart of it will not be about the horrible death of a child.

Will the fic series be less devastating to account for these changes? Maybe? I'm very inclined towards horror myself, if you've looked into my catalogue more, so I'm not shy about introducing some of the more grotesque, vile shit that happens in IWTV, but I figure if it doesn't serve a purpose in the narrative I'm building, I won't bother with writing it out because, again, I'm using my phone and I have wrist problems djsjsjjdjd.

4. Speaking of: there are plenty more characters in the AU, from YOI, that serve as an amalgam of IWTV characters too! Unlike YuuYu however, they have no counterpart to 'shoulder the burden' so to speak. You'll probably know them when you see them, as they crop up over time. It's especially relevant for Viktor's half of the enfolding story!!

5. I'm honestly just making this Tumblr post because I'm a. Bored and b. Driving myself up the wall with each new revelation I'm making out of this AU. None of which I've put on here, I think, thankfully. Very spoiler-y, that. Hahahahahaha. I wrote much of the very first fic in a mad haze and now I'm rethreading it to write out the plot more, beyond that burst of sudden all encompassing inspiration - and I am absolutely insane. I really am. Feel free to DM me here or on Discord or utilize asks if you're intrigued or wanna toss questions - I will absolutely answer because it's all I'm yapping about for the next forever and ever.

K thanks bye!!!