#I'm totally picturing on of my friends as i write five in this au and i hope he doesn't get mad if he sees this

[they-reap-what-we-sow]

20 questions for writers

thank you for the tag @fanfictiongreenirises I finally managed to finish a tag game!!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

168- with 44 podfics and the rest are regular fics!

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

346,848. unfathomable number who is she where did she come from

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Batman (Batfam) my love my life, but 9-1-1 is a close second with one-offs for a lot of my other passing interests.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Floppy Bird - crack fic that was meant to be an angst fic that I never understood why people liked so much asfhjs

cocoa on a cold night - a classic timby holiday fic that I wrote in the middle of summer, talk about environmental storytelling

secrets un(revealed) - the only purposeful long fic I've ever written, and also the most trope mashing I've ever done with reverse robins, magical realism au, and delicious delicious miscommunications (in my head the only fic that deserves to be in the top five :wheeze: )

Eggshells - vent fic alert !! very embarrassing that people like this I try not to think about it ":)

taking the blade (for you and yours) - a round robin fic written with the server and CHOCK full of Damian suffering.

5. Do you respond to comments?

NO PICTURES. NO COMMENT. I DONT KNOW HOW TO READ.

no jk jk I really really try to but once I start getting behind it's just a whole spiral. these days I have a better chance of replying to a comment on an old fic than a brand new one because I dont want leave them half replied

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

any of my death fics probably? I think with DC a death is a little more inconsequential than other fandoms just because of how often it's unpermanent, so as a concrete answer, I'll say for you (i would cross the line). nothing quite like parental grief.

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

happy ending wink-wonk or XD

probably Who The Hell Is Red Hood? - I've done things there with growth and healing that DC HQ would shudder to imagine

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Not regularly, thank everything, but the one controversial three-some I posted needed comment regulation lmao

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

Yes and uh, the kinky kind? idk take a look for yourselves I guess

10. Do you write crossovers?

Yes, and they're ALWAYS unserious- Buck from 9-1-1 dating Emma from Friends (yes Ross and Rachel's kid) anyone?

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Uh, not by a person? as far as I know? but I have found my fic on those like, document websites??? which is weird lmao just read them on your phones guys not everything needs to be uploaded

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

nope!

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

weee yes! round robin my beloved, and also every fic @canonicallyshort and I have written in our threads. those count. to me. emotionally.

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

I WILL GO DOWN WITH MY MULTISHIP (which really means I'm never going down at all) but really I dont think I will ever get over Merthur... or Buddie... or- you see what I mean?

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

oh god I have so many wip that I am holding out hope for but my biggest WIP is an unpublished hellhole affectionately entitled "Death Pit" by everyone who is working on it- most notably because it features a literal Death Pit, every horror, angst, whump, and trauma trope you can think of, and a cast of characters and a plot thread so long we have 20+ page outline documents that aren't even fully updated... I shudder to think what will become of it one day, I imagine sentience isn't very far off

16. What are your writing strengths?

why is this an interview question. I dont know my strengths really?? um. I have good ideas, that one I'll say. execution is a different story (likely one that will never get told. like the rest of my good ideas)

I also think I do fairly well with scene descriptors. I really like to set a scene because I'm seeing a movie in my head and you all should too!

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

I'm down to clown globally! I dont like to use google translate though, so if im writing in another language it's only because SOMEONE on the server is a native speaker and can vouch for my text.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

oh god one direction. head in hands. it was an 'adopted by 1d' fic that I made my mom beta, and turned it in to my 6th grade English teacher as my creative writing assignment. then I made a poem about it. then I wrote a song about it. thankfully it never got published and is trapped in the cursed purple file folder it was 'hidden' in since 7th grade. my first published fic was almost 7 years later with a Gomens fic!

20. Favourite fic you've written?

AHh um. favorite child scene here, but top contenders include: lithium + 5 for its graphic design and medical accuracy, fiery veins on speechless days for its emotional whump that makes me hurt every time I reread it, [PODFIC] wither on the shore which is not a fic I wrote but one of my favorite podfics of @silk-scarlet-ribbons 's works.

tagging (if you wish to participate!) @canonicallyshort @silverandsunflowers @selkienight60 @crows-murder

[the-sky-queen]

Here we are. One year to the day since I created my account here on tumblr. It feels . . . almost surreal. I don't exactly remember where I thought I'd be by this point, but I don't think I pictured this! I've made so many good friends here, seen so much AMAZING art, and overall just had so much fun. For every one of you who follow me, and even those of you who don't, thank you. You all make me so happy. I treasure each and every like, reblog, comment, and ask.

I'm sitting here in awe as I rapidly approach another big milestone here and I couldn't be more thankful. Back when I made this blog, sure I had dreams of finding an audience and connecting with some of my favorite people here, but I didn't get my hopes up. So many instances in my life of never getting picked for one thing or another taught me that the odds are low and not in my favor, but the community here is just so different. People are good. They're nice and supportive and they love it when new people show up. The beginning was hard. There are quite a few of my early posts that still have zero notes. But I've got people hanging around now that like what I make and that honestly means the world to me. I feel seen. I feel like I matter.

Thank you all so much.

I wanted to shout out a few of my mutuals real quick for a super special thank you:

@cattyanon was my first ever follower and it nearly made me cry when I got the notification. It gave me so much hope and joy. It took me way too long to follow you back, Catty, but I'm so happy that I did! your AUs are all so creative and fascinating. Thank you for being my first supporter.

@boom-fanfic-a-latta is without a doubt my closest friend here on tumblr. It all started when I stumbled across Lily's original concept post for Tachophobia. I was instantly obsessed and before I knew it, Lily was DMing me. The rest is history. :) Lily, I can't thank you enough for being my friend. Words don't do this justice. I'll always be grateful to you for caring so much about me. I love all our AUs together and I love writing them with you. Thank you so much.

I followed @totaleclipse573 for Eclipse and stayed for everything else. I love how we feed each other's angsty thoughts. XD Total, I absolutely adore your OCs and I'm so happy that you've taken interest in mine. We may not have a DM together (I suspect that's because we're both too shy to be the one to start it XD) but our interactions are still beyond fun! Thank you for being a crazy fangirl with me.

I followed @estellardreams immediately when I found her here after reading one of her Sonic Prime fics on Ao3. I was caught so off guard when I got the notification that you followed me back, Estelle! XD I instantly rushed to plan a Christmas present drawing for you. (Yeah, I drew presents for each of my mutuals. I only had FIVE then.) Since then, I've gotten to know you better and I've had an absolute blast with you. You single handedly fueled the Tachophobia obsession over winter break and it was so insanely fun. (Seriously, you were posting like three or more chapters some of those days!!! You had me screaming XD) Thank you from the bottom of my heart for being Tachophobia's biggest fan and such a supportive friend.

@skywriter97 reached out to me to talk about TMOM and I followed her soon after that after reading some of her AMAZING writing. The two of us are writing buddies, exchanging advice and feeding each other ideas whenever we need it. Girl, I can't thank you enough for letting me ramble about Immortals to you and fueling my obsession enough that I finally started writing it for real. Whenever the prologue goes up, I'll be shouting you out in the notes because it's because of YOU that I finally got moving. Thank you so much.

This isn't all my mutuals. I have more that I don't talk to as much, but even if I didn't mention you by name here, I want you all to know that you mean the world to me. Four of you are personal heroes of mine that I never in a MILLION years dreamed that I'd actually get to be mutuals with. The rest of you are all around EXTREMELY cool people that I am super blessed to have you in my life.

As I end out this post, I once again want to give a massive thank you to ALL of you for sticking around. And thank you so much for making this year absolutely incredible in more ways than one. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.

[anyamaris]

How to Love Your Enemy- Part 3

Word Count-12k (yeah...I got a little carried away in this part)

Summary-An unexpected twist is thrown into your life as you begin your new career, in the form of the man you once knew.

Pairing- Kang Yeosang x f!reader

Trope-Enemies to lovers AU

Warnings-Vulgarity, angry conversations, allusions to past hurt, arguments, mentions of drinking, drunkenness, minor injury and mentions of blood (just a scrape wound), unprotected sex, fingering, dirty talk, sexual acts in public, just tons of smuttiness in this one cause...well....I like to write smut...Minors DNI 18+ .

Tags- @cultofdionysusnet @wooyoungmybelovedhusband @yoonguurt @shinestarhwaa @babesindestroyland @lemonhongjoong @stardragongalaxy @kpop-stories-21 @flowerboykun @millennial-fangirl @ericssmile @kthpurplesyou @changbinslovelylegs @yeosxxx @ssaboala @millennial-fangirl @starillusion13 @duchesskaren

Always thank you to @cafekitsune for the use of the beautiful banners and dividers!

A/N-As I said, I got a little carried away in this one. During editing alone, I think I added around 4k.... I thought this would end the little mini series but I may end up adding a bit more if there's interest. (Ill likely finish it for myself at some point regardless). Thank you to everyone who has read so far and I'm sorry for the long chapter!

The rest of your afternoon is a bit of a haze, as you let the cupcakes cool to be frosted later.  You busy yourself with cleaning up, and then decide to take a small nap.  Upon waking, you make your way back to the kitchen still in a bit of a daze but stop as you picture his hands on your body, his mouth on yours.  His handsome face as he dropped to his knees and his lips….

“Oh goodness…” you sigh out, clutching the counter to steady yourself.  If I keep thinking about this, I’m not going to get anything done, you think and take a few deep breaths. You try to focus on anything but the…activities from earlier.

 Finally able to function a bit better, you busy yourself with frosting and adding cute little candy decor to the cupcakes.  You put them in the cute little box and happily make your way over to see Soobin.  

“Hey!” The tall man says cheerfully as he opens the door, his eyes lighting up when he sees the box in your hands.  You’d made it a point to get some adorable little bakery boxes for your baked goods last time you’d done a sweep through the store and his delighted expression had you doing an internal fist pump.  Totally worth it.

“It’s so professional!” he exclaims as you hand over the cupcakes.  “I hope you guys enjoy them!” you lean over and wave to the others and they all call out happily.  “Want to come in?” he asks and you smile, deciding that some fun time would definitely be better than going home and thinking too much.  Spending the evening with the five tall gorgeous men puts you in much better spirits and you are able to push all the confusion to the side for the time being.  

Happy to be making friends, especially when you live right across the hall, you can only thank fate that at least one thing is going well in your life.  Sunday is relaxing and quiet, and you find yourself taking a long, hot bath, as well as spending a bit more time on shaving and pampering.  You even end up adding in some extra facial care, then spend a bit of time going through your panties and bras, until you finally stop singing along with the music to realize what you’re doing.

“Just because a man has his face in between my legs in my kitchen doesn’t mean we’re….anything…right?” you say to the walls, but they have no answers for you.  “I still…hate him…don’t I?”  The only answer you get in the music playing as you frown down at your intimates.  “What am I even doing?” you huff, tossing them back in the drawer and going to check your phone for the 100th time that day.  Still nothing.  Not a call or a text.  You frown and feel your heart throb.

“Ha, like he’d just text me…” you toss the phone, going into the bathroom to scream into the smaller space as you start cleaning anxiously.  It’s fine, it’s not like you wanted him to change anything.  Not like you wanted to see that beautiful smile again.  To run your fingers through his hair….You can only screech like a maniac as you focus on making everything spotless.  

Yep, everything is fine.

Monday morning.  Another Monday morning.  Yet another routine, but on this morning you take special care with your makeup.  With putting up your hair carefully, wearing a more form fitting blouse, emphasizing your body.  Smiling, you pull out a knee length skirt that has a cute little flare to it, wanting to feel a bit more feminine.  The colors compliment you and you wink at yourself in the mirror, then laugh out loud at your cheesiness.  

“Hey!” you scold yourself, pointing a finger at your reflection.  “It’s perfectly fine to take pride in my appearance.  If no one else notices it, I can appreciate myself.” Nodding, feeling better, you grab your bag and toss on some heels, making your way to the bus stop, repeating that this was definitely for you.  Definitely.  

You’re not sure if it’s the outfit, or the extra time you had taken on yourself today, but you were getting more looks than usual.  More male gazes aimed your way, and you can’t help but blush and look away when you notice.  Maybe you got them before and hadn’t noticed? You think, but shrug it off as you make your way from the stop to the building.  

You pause briefly as you see a familiar figure walking into the building, his gait unmistakable.  “You’re fine.” you whisper, smoothing your skirt and taking a deep breath, continuing your way into work.  You manage to make it into the elevator before the doors close and you smile at your coworkers.  Making small chit chat, you can’t help the little extra bounce in your step, feeling like today will be a good day.  Especially if you get to see certain people.  

As you leave the elevator, you make your way to your desk and get right into your emails.  You smile at Minseok as he comes over to you, chatting about your weekend as you get ready for your Monday meeting with- You glance over as you hear Yeosang’s deep voice from across the room.  

Shaking your head, you try to give your full attention to Minseok.  “You look really nice today.” he is saying and you can’t help but beam at him.  “Oh, thank you!” you say, blushing a little at the unexpected compliment.  “Really, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you in a skirt. It’s really pretty..” he says, a little stain on his cheeks giving him an almost cherub like look and you giggle.  “Aww, you’re so sweet.” you say, fighting the urge to pinch his adorable face.  

“Did you forget about your work meeting?” you suddenly hear from behind you, startling you, then Minseok waves as he makes his way back to his desk.  You turn to see two dark eyes glaring at you and you frown as you tilt your head at the man you’d definitely not wanted to see the most.  Why is he glaring and frowning already? 

“We still have a few minutes before that starts, Yeosang. I was just talking to my coworker.  Is that not alright?” your tone is a bit more clipped than you mean it to be, but for some reason his comment and the look on his face has your good mood slipping through the cracks.  

“Just…let’s just get this over with.” he snaps and turns to head to his office, confusing you.  Besides the few times he’s pulled you in there, most meetings were in the conference room, but you just shrug and follow, rubbing your neck in frustration.  Why was he so angry? Did he regret things? Your brain races as you walk through his office door under his scrutinizing frown.  Closing the door behind him, he turns to you and crosses his arms.

“Where would you like to start?” you ask, sitting  on the loveseat you’ve become familiar with.  Crossing your legs, you watch his eyes scan you, dipping down, then back up to your face, his scowl deepening.  You just tap your pen against your notebook in confusion, not understanding why he looks so upset.  “Is something wrong?” you ask him, but he just sighs, rubbing a hand over his face as he makes his way to his desk.  

“No…yes…no…” he mutters and you can’t help but smirk a little at his odd answer.  “What’s going on? Is everything alright? It’s strange of you to be so-” “How would you know what is or isn’t strange for me?” he bites out, then turns his head from you as you sit in shock, busying himself with his computer. 

 “Um. Oh….” you say, folding in on yourself  a bit.  You feel a wave of irritation wash over you as tears prick at the back of your eyes.   “Right, so…” you clear your throat, then launch into work, going over edits and details he needs to know, then making sure he’s set up for the first part of the week.  You struggle to keep yourself focused and hope he will say something.  He only glances over occasionally, barely even looking at you as you verify your priorities for the day.  

Feeling suffocated and needing to get out of this office, you just stand and nod at him, concluding the meeting with just a, “Then.” He ignores you as you walk out, closing the door behind you.  Swallowing a few times as you press your hand to your chest, you put on your practiced smile and go back to your desk to get to work.  You’d deal with your confusion later, letting this affect your work was the last thing you should be doing.  

By the time lunch rolls around, you lean back and stretch, smiling at your coworkers as they make their way out, chatting and groaning about the busy afternoon to come.  “Hey, did you want to go get a coffee with me?” Minseok asks and you nod, “Oh god yes, that sounds like the perfect lunch!” Laughing, you both make your way out and you happen to catch a glimpse of Yeosang as he walks past you both, noticing that his mood doesn’t seem to have changed.  He doesn’t even seem to acknowledge your presence and you grit your teeth and just keep smiling.

The afternoon is just as crazy as you expect, managing to finish up just a little bit after everyone says goodbye for the night.  You happen to grab the elevator as it opens and make your way to the back, watching the last flood of people crowd in.  You glance down at your phone as you wait, then feel yourself get jostled to the back corner.  Someone bumps you pretty hard, causing you to stumble on your heels but then a strong hand is steadying you, an arm slipping around your waist. 

Immediately, you put your hands up to push against whoever is touching you, but when you glance up, you’re met with those dark, intense eyes.  Yeosang’s eyes.  The same glaring eyes from earlier, making you glare back at him. 

 Your hands are flat against his chest since there’s nowhere to go, and his body is extremely close to yours, but his face doesn’t change as he gazes at you.  He is pressed closer into you as more people get on, and you can’t help the hitch of breath that escapes your mouth as you feel his crotch press against your thigh. He adjusts as people around you move and you can feel his heart beating under your hand, then the bulge is hardening. 

 Your eyes flit up to his face again and the dark gaze is the same, but a small smile has crept across his lips. Your pulse racing, he watches you as he rubs himself against you, bringing heat into your cheeks.  He lets out a small little groan as he tips his head to brush his lips against your cheek and you shudder from the sensation.   Suddenly, his hand is slipping down and lifting the hem of your skirt, drawing out a gasp from you. 

 “Shhh…” he whispers next to your ear and you bite your lip as his warm hand skims across the bare flesh of your inner thigh. His strong fingers are brushing the sensitive skin, sliding up slowly to trace the seam of your panties.  Your once dry panties, but as he pushes them aside, you can feel yourself leaking your need for him all over his fingers as he touches you. 

 “Yeo-” you try to whisper, but he moves his body against yours as he breathes into your ear.  “Shhh…shhhh…” is all that leaves his lips as his fingers delve into you, two at once, and you’ve got his shirt in a death grip as you tremble in his arms.  He pushes your thighs open with his own, lifting your skirt more to grind against your naked thigh, his hips mimicking the same rhythm of his fingers.  “You like this?” he whispers softly and you quiver, biting your lip so hard to keep the sound from escaping.   

It takes everything in you not to make a noise, but the way your whole body shakes tells him everything.  He is panting softly in your ear, his fingers coated with your moisture as he finds the right pressure of his palm against your clit.  A small “Mmmm..” leaves his throat as he finally brushes against the spongy spot within you and you have to press your face against his chest, biting the side of your hand to keep the whimper in. “There…right there.. yeah?” his deep voice makes your legs feel like rubber as he fucks you with his agile fingers, his cock straining against his pants as he plunges into you faster.  Your head jerks back as you feel your body spasm, drawing in a sharp breath, but then his hand is covering your mouth to keep you quiet.  The sight of his lust filled dark eyes has you spiraling, grateful so many people are pressed in around you to hold you up.  

 “Cum..cum..cumm..” he’s whispering,  groaning as your walls clamp around his fingers, “Shhh ... .god yes ... .shhh…” he keeps murmuring.  Your head swims and you can feel your thighs dripping with the overpowering climax he’s just pulled out of you.  He continues to pump his fingers in and out of you as you quake against him, his erection throbbing, grinding into your thigh as he overstimulates you.  You look up at him, your lips parted, your face flushed and your eyes glazed and his own eyes flare crazily.  

He glances behind you both as people continue to get on and off, and noticing that no one is looking at either of you, he takes his hand off your mouth and replaces it with his own.  You can hear the whine from your throat as his tongue teases against yours.  “Garage, my car.” he whispers and you can only nod, completely shocked at the sudden turn of events and the insane thought that you just did this in a public place, your WORK. But the dampness between your thighs and the throbbing around the fingers he still has within you has you throwing caution to the wind.  

You have to reach down and grip his wrist as your legs shake, as he seems to have nested his fingers deep within you.  He seems content to just slowly move them, his thumb rubbing across your clit occasionally, seeming to enjoy the little spasm it gives your whole body.  “Stop.” you whisper and he chuckles, looking down at you.  “Should I?” he whispers back with a small smile and you can only shake your head no.  No, you didn’t want him to stop.  

Finally, the elevator makes it to the garage and he slips his fingers out of you as you watch everyone empty out, trying to fix your panties covertly.  He strides out ahead of you and you hesitate briefly, catching the door as it’s about to close as he turns to look back at you.  “Coming?” he asks, but the seductive smirk makes it sound so lewd and your breath catches.  

“Yeosang…what…where are you taking me?” you ask him, but he’s opening his passenger side for you, gesturing for you to get in.  “Really?” you raise an eyebrow at him and his eyes harden, and you get into the vehicle.  For some reason, his angry look has you wanting to obey him, but you also are more than curious to see what he’s going to do after that stunt in the elevator.  As he gets in the driver’s side, he closes and locks the doors, then glances around behind you through the windows.  

“Yeosang-” you manage but as he turns to look at you, the completely animalistic look on his face has you falling silent.  Swallowing hard, you can feel your heart pounding through your chest and you’re almost certain he can hear it too.  You try to look away from his ridiculously handsome face, but the throbbing pulse in his neck has you parched.  You manage to open your mouth briefly to ask again, but his tongue is there, seeking yours, his hand cupping the back of your head to hold you in place.  Not that you’d go anywhere, your tongue eagerly clashing with his, your hands in his hair.  

“Not here.” he murmurs, drawing back and leaving you almost in tears from need.  What was this? You think, frustrated even more so now than anywhere throughout the day.  “What? Where are we-” “Your place,” he says huskily, causing your whole body to shudder.  “Wait…I don’t understand…” you whisper, glancing at him, then looking out the window as he drives.  

“You don’t understand? What is it you don’t understand?” he asks, not looking away from the road.  “You.  I don’t understand anything about you.  Earlier you said-” “Do you not want me to take you home?” he asks, and you stifle the urge to scream.  Your head hurt from trying to figure him out.  Suddenly feeling extremely sensitive and emotional, you just lean back.  “Fine, Yeosang.  Take me home.”  you cross your arms, turning towards the window, feeling reality hit you.  

You kept letting him creep in and surprise you, and while that was wonderful while it lasted, nothing was ever clear.  Even your attempt to talk is met with resistance and you feel a small bit of shame from letting him just use you as he wished.  As you see your building, you turn to him and point, “Let me out here.” He turns to look at you, confused and you just glare at him.  “But-” “This is fine.” you bite out and he frowns as he slows down. “Okay..” he says, and before the car even stops, you are opening the door, not even saying a word before slamming it and walking off.  

You can hear him leaving behind you but you don’t bother looking as you open the doors and make your way into your building.  “Jerk.” you mutter and wipe at the stupid tears on your face.  Upon opening your apartment door, you kick your shoes off, yanking at your hair in frustration.  “What is so wrong about talking? Why is he angry one minute then he’s -” you blush as you remember his fingers deep inside of you, then you throw your head back and scream. 

 “DAMN YOU KANG YEOSANG!” 

The next day is no better, nor the day after that.  You have just given Yeosang the cold shoulder and you’d barely seen him given the busy state of the office. You’d opened your emails and had been reminded of a company party happening at the office this Saturday and you realized you’d have to go shopping for a dress.  You really didn’t want to go, but the whole office was buzzing about it and asking about who everyone was bringing and all the fun you’d all have.  You couldn’t help but get a little excited.  You just hated that you’d be going alone. 

 The little glimpses you’d seen of Yeosang had you running the other way.  Every time you could smell his scent, you were panicking and hiding.  The very few instances you had to interact, his eyes were unreadable and you did your best to avoid looking at him directly.  There hadn’t been any more elevator encounters.  Now you just had to concentrate on accepting that you’d be going to the party stag. 

That was, until Soobin happened to come by on Wednesday evening.  As he chatted with you, which was becoming a normal thing when you got home, you happened to mention the party.  “Oh that sounds like so much fun!” he exclaims and you shake your head.  “Ah, maybe I guess?  I got a really pretty dress and everything but everyone is bringing a date, so I feel awkward.”  “Really? How come no date?” he asks, eyeing the batch of cookies you’d made.  “Go ahead, eat them silly.  You don’t have to ask.” you say and his eyes light up, popping one into his mouth.  “As for the date, I guess I just…I don’t know.  I don’t have anyone to go with.” you shrug, and he perks up.  

“How about me?” he asks and you look at him in shock.  “You?” you cough out and he frowns as he chews another cookie.  “Why not?” His fallen expression makes you feel horrible and you put your hands up frantically.  “I didn’t mean anything bad! Soob, I’d love to take you, I suppose I’m just surprised you’d want to go with me.”  He shrugs and smiles, tilting his head.  “We’re friends and you always take care of me.” 

“You just want to meet your role model.” you poke his nose and he grins, “Well that helps too…I won’t lie.  I’d love to meet him.  BUT, I also don’t want you to go alone.  I have plenty of dress clothes, don’t worry!” he reassures you and you giggle.  “Soob, even if you went in a hoodie and jeans, I’d be honored.”  He just smiles happily and you both chat about the party and other random things.  

So when Friday rolls around and you’re making your way out of the station after a long day, you are shocked when you feel a hand on your arm to stop you.  Your heart stutters briefly, turning and expecting Yeosang but you’re faced with Minseok and your heart falls.  Irritated at thinking of the frustrating man, you smile at your co-worker. 

“Hey! I have a quick question, do you know any good places to take a girl on a date? Like coffee or anything?” The panic on his face has you biting back a smile and you pat his shoulder.  “Awww, are you going on a first date?”  He nods frantically, looking panicked and you can’t help but rub his arm to calm him.  “Here, there’s some really nice ones…”  you give him some random places as you watch his face relax, trying your best not to smile at how cute he is.  “Good luck,” you say to him once you send him the locations with a thumbs up  and he suddenly gives you a big hug, thanking you profusely as he runs off waving.

Giggling, you turn to see Yeosang parked at the curb, passenger window rolled down.  Your grin drops as you curl a lip at him.  His scowl was not inviting, so you turn to walk away before he calls out to you, “Get in.” Huffing, you turn back to look at him, giving him your own scowl.  “Excuse me?” you ask and he sighs, getting out of the car to come over to you.  “Please…let me give you a ride home.” he asks in a low tone and you close your eyes, but then decide that you’d rather this than the crowded bus.  

“Fine. But only because you asked instead of demanding it.” you say, eyeing him.  You catch him rolling his eyes but ignore it, getting in and fastening your seatbelt.  You immediately cross your arms and turn away like you had the last time.  Once he’s in, the silence seems to be oppressive as he stays in park, forcing you to turn towards him in irritation.  “Are we-” 

“Why are you being like this?” he asks and you can only gape at him.  “Being like what?” you choke out, completely taken aback at how he could ask that.  “You’ve been avoiding me and ignoring me.” he says and it’s your turn to roll your eyes.  “As opposed to the close friendship we have and how we talk ALL THE TIME??” you ask and he winces at the sarcasm.  

“You seem to be friendly enough with everyone else.” he says and you swear his words are laced with venom, confusing you.  “Am I not allowed to be nice to other people?” you can only stare at him incredulously. “You don’t seem to have an issue being nice to everyone else either.” you mutter.  You both just stare at each other, and the tense atmosphere has you wanting to shriek. He just shakes his head and shifts into gear, pulling away and heading towards your destination.  

Most of the ride is silent as you stare out the window, rubbing the back of your neck as you try to get rid of the foul mood you find yourself in.   “Are you going to the party tomorrow?” he asks suddenly, breaking through the quiet space.  “Yes.” is all you answer with and he nods, letting the silence settle in again.  After what seems like forever, you can see your building.  “Here is good.” you point and he nods, pulling up by the curb.  

“Hey-” he calls out as you open the door and you stop, turning to look at him.  The hesitant smile on his face has your heart melting and you curse yourself internally.  “See you tomorrow?” he asks softly and you can only nod as you try to calm your nerves.  “Yes…tomorrow.” you murmur and then you’re heading into your building, cursing your weak emotions, especially when it comes to that man. 

Soobin comes by later that night to solidify plans and you spend the evening trying to distract yourself from the thoughts racing through your brain.  What was with that guy, you think as you fold the same shirt for the fifth time.  You can only scowl at yourself for the distraction you’re causing yourself and decide to call it a night, sleeping fitfully.

Waking up in a mildly irritable mood from the broken sleep, you take your time getting out of bed.  Spending the first part of the day cleaning and checking your outfit and everything for later, you decide to finally shower and get ready in the early afternoon.  You’d purchased a really pretty mid thigh length black dress, long enough to be fairly modest but you thought it looked good on you and maybe even slightly sexy.  As you put the finishing touches on, earrings, makeup, you smile as you study your figure, wondering if he will notice…

“This dress is for me, not him.” you tell your reflection, then stick your tongue out, feeling silly.  “And my date.” You can’t help but wonder if Yeosang will bring a date as well, but then you’re brought to your senses as your doorbell rings and you grab your bag and shoes, opening it to Soobin.  He looks amazing, tall and sleek in a nice black suit.  His eyes widen as he takes you in, then he gives you a huge grin.  “Wow! You look amazing….wow…” he studies you and you can’t help but blush as you pose for him, making him laugh.  “My date is hot!” he winks.

“Thank you, kind sir.” you say, fluttering your eyelashes and you both giggle, then he’s taking your arm to escort you down.  “My lady,” he says in a ridiculous tone as he opens the door to the ride he’d ordered and you enjoy the little silliness as you both get in, telling him about your work on the way.  Once you arrive, his eyes light up as he takes in the building, helping you out of the taxi.  “Wow,” he whispers, “So cool.” You can only roll your eyes and you smack his arm.  “It’s just a building, Soobin.” you snicker at his overacting and he nods, smiling at you as he takes your hand in his.  

You look up at him as he pulls you forward to go inside.  “Holding hands now?” you ask, amused and he nods, squaring his shoulders.  “Of course, I’m your date and I’m going to be the best date, hand holding, attentiveness, the whole nine.” he proclaims, causing you to laugh loudly, covering your mouth.  “You’re doing so well, your efforts are commendable.” you nod and he laughs along with you as you make your way to your office.  

You know you’re a bit early but there seem to already be some people here, and you wave at Minseok as you spot him.  He beams at you happily, glancing around, then pointing at the woman next to him, giving you a thumbs up.  Ah, the coffee date, you think and grin at him, happy for his fortune.  You whisper about what happened to Soobin, explaining the first date and as you do, you happen to catch sight of Yeosang emerging from the elevator.  And he’s alone, you think in relief, then catch yourself in irritation.   

He looks amazing, you can’t help but think as you stop breathing for a moment.  His longish hair is swept back and styled nicely, his black pin striped suit fitted extremely well.  You have to struggle to swallow, mentioning to Soobin that you should both find a drink, so you can take your eyes off the ridiculously attractive man that keeps invading your mind.  

The company had catered the event and there were little tables everywhere with glasses of wine and champagne, as well as a small bar.  You go grab a glass of whatever is closest, what looks to be red wine and take a sip.  Soobin just shakes his head, smiling down at you.  “Nah, I don’t drink.  But please,” he gestures, “I’d love to see you have fun, so whatever you’d like.”  You nod and drag him over to meet your coworkers, introducing him to everyone and chatting, definitely not avoiding a certain someone.  Definitely not.    

Noticing that he’s deep into conversation with a few people, you place your hand on his arm and gesture to the restrooms, so he knows you didn’t abandon him.  He nods and you make your way to the girls room.  You stop, checking yourself in the mirror as you wash your hands and  finish up.  As you walk out, you find yourself glancing around, then catch yourself.  Idiot, you think, why are you looking for-

Thoughts are abruptly cut off as you feel a hand on your arm and you’re being spun around.  “What-” you start to yell, but then you’re looking up into familiar dark eyes, blazing at you.  Why does he always look angry at me?  Why just me? 

“Why must you always grab me like I’m some toy for you to play with?!” you hiss at him before you can stop yourself.  His eyes go wide and he lets you go in shock, stepping back.  You both just look at each other in silence as you gather your thoughts.  “Well?” you ask, crossing your arms at him.  “I-” he starts, glancing away, then back at you, then away again.  

“I just wanted to say hello.” he finally says and you sigh, taking a moment to breathe.  “Yeosang…you could try talking to me like a normal person.” He just frowns at you and you cock your eyebrow at him. “Hello, Yeosang.  Nice to see you.” you say, holding out your hand and he just stares at you, seeming to be upset for some reason.  

“If that’s all…” you say, walking away, waving to Soobin when he waves to you, making his way over.  “You-” Yeosang is saying as he walks up behind you, but then Soobin is there, placing a hand on your back as he smiles brightly at Yeosang.  Turning, you remember that Soobin had mostly come for Yeosang so you try to be cheery as you smile at the grouchy man.  Trying to smile, you gesture to your date.

“Oh- Yeosang, I wanted you to meet Soobin.  He said he actually went to the same University as you.” Soobin holds out his hand and Yeosang frowns as he clasps it with his own.  “Did we?” he asks, his eyes flicking to you, then back to Soobin.  “You were a year ahead, but you always made an impact on me and all of the other idol trainees.  I just wanted to let you know how much we look up to you and inspired us." He is gushing already and you can’t help but smile up at him, unable to not giggle a bit at how much of an eager puppy he is.  

Yeosang’s eyes draw yours, his eyes unreadable as he listens to Soobin and you can see he’s clearly unhappy with you, but when he looks back at the younger man, he’s smiling and chatting nicely.  Why does he dislike me so much, but then he… you just shake your head, trying to nod along with the conversation.  Noticing they are both caught up with their college talk, you look around.  

You wander off as you notice some other coworkers nearby, leaving the two to reminisce about their university days.  You grab another glass as you go, thinking it might help the anxiety youve got simmering below the surface.  Every single time you had an interaction with Yeosang, it left you feeling confused among a myriad of other emotions.  If it was just hatred, it might be easier but…..Downing the bubbly liquid, you replace it with another full glass and take a large sip.  Oh, should probably slow down…you think, hiccuping from drinking the carbonated drink too fast.  

You glance over at the two men, walking back over to make sure Soobin didn’t feel like you’d abandoned him at a party you brought him to.  Slipping your hand into his, he looks down at you and smiles, squeezing your palm.  Turning to Yeosang you can’t help but notice his scowl has returned with your appearance and you sigh inwardly.  It really was just you who bothered him.  

“Soob-'' you say, but then you hiccup again and pat your chest, giving him a big smile and a giggle.  “Drank champagne too fast, ouch.” you say, and his smile dips a bit, his hand dropping yours to rub your back.  “Are you alright?” he asks, concerned and you just nod, waving your hand.  “Yeah just…too fast, so bubbly!” Soobin smiles in apology at Yeosang, who is frowning at you, and looking back and forth between you both.  You resist the urge to sneer at him as his eyes seem to blaze at you, his jaw clenching.  

“Oh-” Soobin startles and you look up at him as he takes his phone out.  “Are you going to be alright if I take this?” he asks, showing you the phone.  “Of course, silly!” you say, shooing him off and he smiles, mouthing a thank you as he walks  away.  

“How do you two know each other?” Yeosang asks bluntly, and you glance over at him just to see his judging eyes.  “None of your business.” you answer and look around for another drink.  As you grab one, Yeosang plucks  it out of your hand and sets it back down.  “Excuse me?” you choke out, shocked.  

“You’ve already had three drinks in a short period of time.” he states and you sigh, rolling your eyes.  “What are you, stalking me?” you ask, poking him and he looks down at your finger then back at you.  “Perhaps.”  is all he responds with and you scrunch your face at him, sneering almost comically.  His lip twitches and you realize that he almost smiled.  

“Oh!” you point, pretending to gasp and he looks away.  “You..you …was that a smile???” “How do you know him?” he asks again, making you want to scream, but you just turn to walk away.  He follows and you wrinkle your nose at him, grabbing another drink as you wind your way through people, walking into the hallway that leads to another area.  The drink is pulled from your hands again as he catches up with you and you hiss at him, “Will you stop, am I not allowed to enjoy myself?”  he sets the drink to the side and pushes you around a corner where it’s quieter, backing you into a wall, his hand on the wall beside you.

“Really? Isn’t this a bit much?” you eye his arm, then him, crossing your arms to give him an exasperated look.  “Is he your boyfriend?” Yeosang spits out, and you stand a little taller as you uncross your arms, placing your hands on his chest to push him back, but he doesn’t budge.  “It’s none of your business if he is or isn’t.” you snap back and his eyes flare, causing a small shiver of fear to run through you at the pure rage in them.  

“The fuck it isn’t.” he growls, pushing closer to you despite your hands straining against him.  “You don’t own me, Yeosang.  Just because you play with me when it suits you doesn’t mean I’m your property!” you try your best not to yell, but his proximity and your emotions are starting to affect you more than you’d like.  “Who the fuck says I’m playing with you?” he asks, bringing his face closer to yours.  

“Who says you’re not? You don’t-” you're cut off as your phone starts to ring, and you almost sigh in relief, reaching to grab it.  Yeosang clutches your hand as you pull it out and you look back up at him.  “Finish what you were going to say.” he whispers but you hit answer and bring the phone to your ear.  “Hi Soobin…. Yes, sorry just wandered off, I’ll be right there.” you say without ever looking away from Yeosang’s dark, angry eyes.  Hanging up, you frown at the irritating man.

“If you want the answer, you can ask me when I’m not on my DATE.” You duck under his arm and make your way back to the party, grabbing the glass he’d taken from you and going to find Soobin.  At this point, you don’t even want to drink, putting it down as a headache creeps into your temples.

After finding him and mingling a bit more, you find yourself catching Yeosang’s gaze occasionally and you rub the back of your neck in frustration.  “Hey Soobin…I…would you be upset if I said I wanted to leave?” you ask and he immediately puts an arm around you and leans down to whisper in your ear, “No, not at all, I kinda was getting tired too…are you alright?” he asks in concern, eyeing you.  Feeling a bit wobbly, you curse yourself for drinking at all.  

“Yeah…just a bit of a headache.  You were right about drinking too fast, I think I’m a little tipsy and it’s not good tipsy.” you pout and he nods, leading you over to the elevators.  “You didn’t need to say goodbye to anyone?” he asks as the doors open and you shake your head.  “Nah, I don’t want to ruin anyone’s time.  Did you enjoy yourself?” you ask as the doors start to close but then they open back up and you frown as Yeosang joins you both in the lift.  

“Leaving too?” he asks, hitting the button for the garage and you can’t help but roll your eyes.  “Yes, she’s not feeling so good so we’re going to call it a night.” Soobin answers and Yeosang’s eyes soften a bit as he takes in your face.  “Did you drive?” Yeosang asks.  “No, taxi…oh yeah I should-” Soobin starts to pull out his phone, but Yeosang holds up his keys.  “I’ll drive you back. No need to bother with a taxi.” 

 There goes the thought of getting away from him, you think, ignoring the conversation.  “Are you sure? If it’s out of your way-” “It’s not, I’d feel better if I got my coworker and her date home safely.” he says, and you snap your head back to catch the flint in his eyes at the words.  “Such a nice guy.” you say, and Soobin agrees, not catching the underlying sarcasm or the look that passes between you and Yeosang.  

You do your best as you make your way to the car when the elevator doors open, immediately climbing into the back.  During the ride, you just rub your head and look out the window, not even registering the conversation in the front seat as you lose yourself in your thoughts.  Unfortunately, they just bounce from why Yeosang hates you to why he even touched you to begin with if he does, to why he’s so angry about you having a date.  The ideas are conflicting and it just makes your head throb even more. Nothing makes any sense to you and you just want to be in your apartment curled up alone.

As the car pulls up in front of the building, you toss open the door and immediately get out to head towards your building.  You can hear Soobin saying goodbyes behind you and you rub your aching chest, picking up your pace but you’d forgotten you’d worn heels.  You stumble and cry out as your ankle twists, causing you to fall and scrape the palms of your hands and your knees.  You don’t even bother trying to get back up as you feel tears well up in your eyes.  

“Fucking night…fucking weekend…” you curse and wipe your face before you notice your hand is bleeding, causing you to curse again.  “Damn it!” you yell and then Soobin is beside you, his hand on your arm. “Oh my god, are you ok?” he’s asking, tilting your face up and frowning as he watches you cry.  “You’ve got blood on your face, oh my god-” he says, but then he looks up behind you and you feel yourself being lifted into a pair of strong arms. 

“I’ve got her.” you hear Yeosang’s deep, rich voice and just close your eyes in complete embarrassment.  Of course this would happen in front of these two, Soobin being always so caring, and Yeosang ...well…. You really didn’t need to give him another reason to despise you.

 Now here you are, worrying your poor neighbor and Yeosang is probably pissed off, you think, opening your eyes to look up at him.  Instead of contempt though, his eyes are full of worry, and when he glances down as you get into the lobby then the elevator up, his eyes grow even more worried as he looks closely at your face.  

“Can this thing go any faster?” he grits his teeth, panic in his voice.  Soobin, who is bouncing around in concern, takes your hand to look at it under the light.  “You guys, its fine, I just scraped my-” “Shh, it’s alright,” Soobin whispers, smoothing your hair as he pets you.  “Can you get her keys?” Yeosang asks and Soobin nods, opening the bag he’d probably grabbed where you’d fallen.   “I’m fine.” you sniffle out but Yeosang gives you a look, just saying, “Hush.”  

You just bury your face in his chest and hope this humiliating night will end soon.  Finally off the elevator, you can hear Soobin opening your door.  You finally glance up at both of them when Yeosang stops.  “It’s fine, I can take care of her, don’t worry.” He says and Soobin hesitates, looking at you, then Yeosang, then back at you.  “I’m really alright…I’m so sorry Soob.” He just smiles sadly and sighs, “I’m sorry I wasn’t there to catch you.” You laugh with a little sniffle, feeling bad. “Silly, it’s my fault…I’m not the best date…” you just smile weakly.  

“Here, take your keys.  Don’t leave them in the door like last time, where anyone can come in.  Ugh…you need to be more careful!” he scolds and you just nod as Yeosang carries you into your apartment, closing the door then setting you down gently.  He kneels to help you take your shoes off as the lights turn on.  You watch him as he slips his hand up your leg to look at the wounds on your knees, his eyes flicking up to you.  “You’re so troublesome.” he says softly, then he’s sweeping you back up in his arms.  “I can walk-” 

“Quiet.” he says, bringing you into the living room area to set you down on the couch.  “Where is your first aid kit?” he asks and you point, “Closet, third shelf.”  He nods and goes to retrieve it, giving you a moment to collect yourself.  You wipe your face again, and he’s tching at you as he comes back.  He pulls your hand away as he sits. “Stop doing that, you’re getting more blood on your face.  I thought you’d landed on it and cut your cheek.”

“I’m fine really, I just-” “Will you just let me?” he asks, exasperated and you bite your lip, holding your other hand out to let him clean up and treat your wounds.  You just watch him in silence, noticing the way his harsh words are completely opposite from the delicate way he’s dabbing at the cuts, the way his hand skims the skin on your leg as he administers care to your bleeding knees.  

“Finish what you were going to say earlier.” he says suddenly, not looking up as he bandages you.  “What…?” you ask, confused, then he’s staring up at you.  His eyes aren’t hard this time, and it catches you off guard.  He moves to sit beside you on the couch, taking a clean wet cloth to wipe at your cheek where you’d smeared the blood from your hand.  

“Why do you think I’m playing with you?”  he asks softly, setting the cloth to the side, then cupping your cheek in his hand.  “Your date is over, so now I can ask.” You can only look at him, trying to collect your thoughts as his thumb traces your cheek, skimming along the bottom of your eye as he collects the little tear threatening to spill out.  

“Because of this.” you whisper in a shaking voice, causing him to wrinkle his brow in confusion.  “This?” he asks and you nod, your lip trembling.  “You do this-you-you-you touch me and act so kind-” you say, trying to stay calm but your breath is hitching as your frustration threatens to strangle you.  “Shh…calm down, it’s ok…” he is pulling you to him and you close your eyes to try to gather yourself.  “Do you not want me to act kind?” he whispers, pulling back and tilting your head up to look at him.  

“I do…I want you to and that’s the problem.” you choke out and he shakes his head, not understanding.  Frustrated, you choke out, “You hate me-” “I don’t.” “Then why didn’t you ever text or call me after you left last weekend?  Why did you act so angry when I saw you again? Did you regret what happened in- with…that-” you gesture to the kitchen, a blush creeping into your cheeks.  

“No! No, of course I don’t regret that…” he whispers, his eyes growing concerned.  “You looked at me like you hated me, then you- the - in the elevator-” you manage and his eyes flash hungrily at the thought.  “You wouldn’t tell me what was going on, I was so confused.. .. You are angry at me, then you touch me and I - I…I hate that you do this to me and you don’t even like me!” you say, the tears flowing freely now.  

“You were upset because I didn’t text you or talk to you after?” he asks and you glare at him.  “No…yes……maybe…I don’t know!” you say, pulling away from him and standing up, wanting some distance.  “I can explain that.” he says, getting up to follow you as you make your way into your room.  “Can you explain why you did-that-here and then were all pissy with me at work Monday?” you say, turning on him and making him draw up short.  

“Yes.” he responds and you gesture to him, hands on your hips.  “Go ahead then, explain it.”  you cross your arms and he stares at you momentarily before saying simply, “My phone broke when I went into work that night.  It’s still in the shop, I haven’t had it all week.  That’s why I didn’t…couldn’t contact you.” 

“Oh…well that still doesn’t explain why-” 

“I was jealous.” he cuts you off, shocking you into silence.

 “What?” you ask, completely confused.  “Jealous? Of what?” He frowns at you, his eyes raking in your form from head to toe before wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you to him.  “That skirt you wore…how other men looked at you, other men calling you pretty…watching men hug you….touch even your hand….I hated it.” he whispers, his fingers cupping the back of your head as he looks at you.  “Why would you hate that?”  you ask him and he sighs softly.  “I don’t want anyone else to look at you, isn’t that obvious?” 

“No…it’s not even remotely obvious, at least to me.” you respond and he frowns.  “You honestly think I dislike you?” You can only nod at him and he presses his lips softly to yours.  “Do you dislike me?” he asks and when you hesitate, brows draw together in concern.  “It’s too dangerous.” you manage, trying to pull away, but he won’t let you.  “The last time I told you I liked you, you humiliated me and told me I was disgusting.  How-Why-” you stop, trembling at the memory.  Confusion, then realization crosses his features as he studies your face.  

“In high school?” he asks, his eyes wide.  You can only nod, swallowing to try to keep the tears at bay.  He just blinks at you, his face registering a variety of emotions.  “When you…when you told me..?” you finally succeed in pushing him away, turning to go find your pajamas, not wanting to relive it.  

“Forget it, just-” 

“When you told me you liked me then, was that true?” he asks, his face completely serious.  

Snorting out a laugh, you just throw him a snide look.  “What, are you going to rub it in again? Make me feel horrible? Thanks, I don’t need that again messing my head up.”

 “You really liked me?” he asks yet again and you slam the drawer shut as you pull out something comfy nightshirt.  “YES, YEOSANG! Fuck- who the hell confesses feelings if THEY DON’T LIKE THE PERSON? What is your-?” but his mouth is on yours, his hands pulling your pjs out of your arms, pushing you back to the wall before you can even blink. 

You push against him, causing him to draw back, noticing that his eyes are filled with…something you don’t understand.  Concern? He looks upset and you don’t know why.  “Why are you acting like this? Like you don’t know? Like you didn’t know and just wanted to make fun of me?” He only shakes his head, dropping his forehead down to yours.  “I didn’t know.” 

“Liar.” you say, but are unable to push him away.  “Your friend-she told me you were going to mess with me because of my feelings….” he says softly and you huff.  “Yeah…friend? You mean the friend I told all my feelings to, that friend that I told how I was going to confess to you? The friend who stopped speaking to me afterwards and you DATED? That friend?!” You shove him now, memories tearing at the scars.  He winces at your words but you just shake your head.  “I’m changing.” you bite out, gesturing for him to leave.  He crosses his arms, leaning back against the wall.  “Go ahead,” he says.  You turn to glare at him but he only shrugs.  

“You realize I’ve had my face in your-” “OK! FINE.” you yell, blushing at his words. You wiggle out of the dress and toss it at him, turning around. “Who cares, right? I don’t care, it doesn’t matter at all, nope-” Your voice is shrill but you just can’t seem to control it right at the moment.

 “I can explain,” he says calmly, slipping his arms around from behind you, his mouth on your ear.  “Then try to explain.” you say, unable to stop yourself from leaning back into him as he presses against you.  “You’re angry.” he whispers the statement, and you almost scream at the comment.  

“You’re goddamn right I’m angry! Fuck, Yeosang, you make me livid!” you say, spinning in his arms to glare up at him and he just watches you as he holds you.  “I’m standing here in my own fucking bedroom, in my fucking underwear, swearing and pissed off cause you just HAVE to bring up all these ancient fucking-” 

“You’re so fucking hot right now-” he says, then his lips are claiming yours, hoisting your half naked body up against him.  The moan that escapes your throat has you even more angry, but you give in for a moment, letting lust take over.  His kiss makes your head swim and you can’t help but bite his lower lip, but he only presses his body more firmly into yours, his growing arousal very apparent against your lower stomach.  

You grab his hair in your hand and yank it, and he groans as his hands slip down and cup your ass.  “Fucking masochist.” you bite out against his mouth and he laughs softly, nipping your lips.  He backs you up to your bed, but you fight him a bit, not willing to give up ground just yet.  “Can I explain?” he asks, smoothing your hair as he pets you.  “If you think you can.” you counter and he nods, serious now, but not letting you out of his embrace.  

“Your…so called “friend”...she came to me to tell me you were going to ‘confess’ to me but it was just to play with my feelings.” he says, watching your face.  You frown at him, confused.  “Play with your feelings? Why…?”

 “I liked you.” he whispers, his eyes staring off for a moment as if remembering.  “I had it bad for you…so bad.” he sighs, shaking his head.  “She told me…that you liked to play with guys, even showed me some conversations you’d had.  I ….  I guess looking back it was likely fake.” You can only nod as you listen, certain events tickling your memories.  There was a possibility he was telling the truth.  

“I was angry.  Angry, stupid, young, prideful, and…I was hurt.” he says, shaking his head.  “It’s not an excuse for what I said to you, I just…I just want to explain what I thought I knew.  I’m so sorry.” he says, cupping your face, wiping away a tear as you remember with him.

 “When you cried in front of me and ran off…I thought you were just embarrassed that your plan didn’t work.”  he frowns as he looks at you, shaking his head even more.  “I didn’t know… I was so angry at you-....I thought you knew I liked you and-” he stops, and you can feel him shake a little as he holds you.  “I hurt you. I didn’t know…like an idiot, I …” he just blinks at you and you study his face.

“You’re serious.”  you say, and he nods as he looks away, not wanting to meet your eyes now.  “Why did you date her?” you ask, curious.  “She…I thought she was the nice one and I was wrong about you the whole time….we didn’t last long.” he says softly, grimacing.  “She wasn’t very nice after all.” he just says and you nod.  “Yeah, I got that clear as day, ….it actually makes a lot more sense now.” you sigh. “She always was the one asking about little details, wanting to talk about you…”  

You just frown, realizing you’d both completely been misled. Feeling the need to explain as well, you admit,  “I went to college shortly after that, since we graduated, and I made sure I found out where you were going so I didn’t go there.” you tell him and he looks back at you in surprise.

“What?” His eyes look sad now and you feel a pang in your heart about what might have been.  Tamping down on that, you just nod, tucking his hair behind his ear.  “You were my first love and you’d crushed me.  Of course I wanted to avoid you. I never wanted to see you again.” you say and he blinks up at you.  “I was your first love?” he asks, and you pull away, feeling overwhelmed. 

“Stop running from me.” 

“I’m not running, Yeosang.”

“You are. Don’t pull away from me anymore.”

You grab his face with both hands, forcing him to look at you, making his eyes go wide.  “You want me to tell you how I feel? You were my first love and my first heartbreak and I couldn’t even like anyone else because of you, you asshole.” you say into his face as you hold it.  “I despised you, hated you, I never wanted to see your face again.  I never had a boyfriend in college, I never kissed anyone, I avoided men like the plague. I just was hoping to finally get past it.”

“Then I get a job here and who is right in my face when I start? You.  Kang Yeosang.  THE MAN WHO BROKE MY GODDAMN HEART.”  You finally let go, turning to walk away and this time he doesn’t stop you, just watches you go grab your pajamas.  Yanking the shirt over your head, you turn and take a step back as he approaches you.  “Please don’t play with me….I can’t-” you whimper as he pulls you to him.  “I’m not playing with you, I promise.” he whispers, his lips on your cheek.  

“You’re not?” you ask and he just presses his mouth to yours. He just hums against your lips, his tongue running along the seam so you open to him.  Finding yourself warming to the idea that he might actually be for real, you wrap your arms around his neck, letting your tongue seek his out.  

 “Are you dating that guy, Soobin?” he asks abruptly, breaking the kiss and you can’t help but snort out a laugh.  “No…what the fuck…do you think I’d be doing thiings with you if I was dating-” 

“Why were his hands on you?” he growls out and you tilt your head at him.  “Is that why I was getting death glares?” you ask and he nods, lip curling.  “He was holding your hand, touching your back, your face, your hair.  His hands…I wanted to break them…” he hisses and you can’t help but giggle.  

“It’s funny? This is funny to you?” his eyes flash and you bite your lips.  “Kinda…” you say and he lifts you in one swift motion, tossing you onto the bed as you yelp.  “Yeosang!”  he pulls off his jacket and shirt quickly, then he’s crawling on top of you, pinning you down.  “You want me to break some poor boy's hands?” he asks and your eyes go wide.  “Heavens no, ….poor Soob.” You pout up at him and he wrinkles his nose.  “Soob? Don’t say another man’s name in front of me, let alone a nickname you have for him.” he demands and you feel the sudden urge to poke the lion.  

“Oh…. then I shouldn’t bring up the other tall men that are always over-” his growl paired with his weight between your legs  as he shoves his tongue into your mouth silences you and you wrap your arms around his neck.  His frantic, needy kiss softens gradually, and you feel like you’re melting as you run your fingers through the strands of his hair.   “You were mine too…” you hear him whisper between kisses, then he’s nuzzling you as he pulls back to hover over you.  “Hm?”

“You were my first love.” he says more clearly, his eyes wandering over your face.  “I wish I’d believed you…that I-we could have…if only-” “Shut up.” you tell him and his eyes go wide.  “You deserve that.” you glare at him and he just nods at you, the ghost of a smile tugging at his lips.  He lets himself fall beside you, pulling you to him so you’re curled up facing each other, side by side.  

“I do.” he whispers, planting kisses along your jaw.  “First love. Sounds so stupid.” you murmur and he nods.  “It does.” He pulls your leg up over his thigh, hand sliding up your bare skin. “Idiot high school kids.��� you whisper as his touch makes you shiver.  “Mmm idiots…” he mutters, nuzzling your neck and you can’t help but giggle at him.  “Are you just going to agree with everything I say now?” He pulls back to look at you with a completely serious face.  “Maybe.” is all he says and you throw your head back to laugh loudly.  

“And here I thought you liked me angry…” you tease and a thrill washes over you as his eyes darken.  “Do you want me to get angry with you?” you ask him, and his breathing deepens as he watches you with hooded eyes.  “I want to push you away when I’m angry.” you state attempting to do exactly that, but his hands are gripping you tightly.  “I won’t let you.” he tells you, tilting his head and letting his lips hover over yours.  The sensation of his breath on your lips has your throat dry and you whisper huskily, “Do you realize how wet you’re making me right now?” before you can stop yourself.  

The sound that escapes his throat has you already pulsing, drenching your panties even more.  His mouth tries to claim yours, but you draw back just enough to deter him.  His hand slips down your back, his strong fingers digging into your ass as he holds you against him, his erection against your panties as he grinds himself into you.  “I want to feel you…see you…how hard you are…” you whisper and he whimpers against your lips, his cock throbbing against you. 

 “Do you want to feel how soaking wet I am for you?” you ask boldly, even as your cheeks heat up from your impulsiveness.  “Yes, fuck…please…” he begs and you run your hands over his bare chest, your palms skimming over his nipples, causing him to shudder.  Dipping your hand between your bodies, you unbutton his pants as you run your tongue over his bottom lip.  One of his hands is pulling your nightshirt up, fingers unhooking your bra desperately.  

 “Do you want me?” you ask him and he hums against your mouth, both of you playing this game now.  Lips barely touching, teasing at each other as you grow bolder with every statement, each question.  “I want you so, so much…” he groans, and you let one of your hands slip down, unbuttoning his pants, tugging the zipper down as he draws back to look down at what you’re doing.  His panting increases as you slip your hand into the opening, your fingers slowly taking in his full length through the fabric of his underwear.  

“I want to touch you…” you breathe out, letting your hand delve down to cup him fully and he lets out a long moan.  “I want to feel everything…” you murmur, both of you watching as you pull down the material between you and him.  He takes his hands off you long enough to quickly shove his pants and underwear down, then he’s yanking your nightshirt over your head with your bra.  

Your hands immediately reach for him, one slipping down to cup his sack, the other wrapping around the base of his cock.  The noises coming from him encourage you as you stroke upwards, your eyes taking in his naked body, then flicking up to watch his face contort in pleasure.  Letting your thumb run over the tip, you can’t help but gasp as the wetness leaks from him.  His hand is gripping your ass tightly, as if he’s holding on for dear life, his hips jerking a little as you guide your hand back down.  “I want to make you feel like you make me feel….” you tell him and his head jerks up at your words.  He finally gives in and takes your mouth with his, tiny whines coming from his throat as you gently knead his sensitive balls.  

“Can you…cum like this?” you ask between kisses and the choked laugh he lets out has you pulling back from his mouth.  His words are clipped as  he says, “It’s taking- everything I have NOT to cum right now- FUCK-” The way his voice is shaking, the vein in his neck standing out has you trembling in excitement, feeling powerful.  “Yeosang…I want you so deep inside of me…” you whisper and he shudders, the hand on your ass grabbing ahold of your panties.  

You let out a shocked yelp as he just tears them with a yank, throwing the useless garment aside as he pulls your hand from him.  His mouth swallows your whine at the motion, but then he’s pressing against you, his hand cupping your naked breast.  “You’re fucking killing me-” he growls, his arm around your waist tightening, then he’s rolling on his back.  You straddle him as he lifts his hips, grinding  himself against your aching core. His eyes close at the sensation of your heat against him and he lets out a tiny little whine as you slide along him, your moisture coating the underside of his length.  

“Fuck…don’t stop doing that…” he murmurs, grabbing your hips to urge you on. “I need you so much…Yeosang….I…” you moan, gasping as he opens his eyes to look up at you.  It almost undoes you, the lust, the need swirling in his intense depths.  The emotion that washes over you threatens to suffocate, almost smothering you.  Mixed with the intensity of his physical touch, you find yourself shaking from how vulnerable you feel with him.

“I don’t want to be just someone you mess around with.” you whisper in his ear. You lift yourself, placing your hands on his chest so you can look down at him.  “I can get that anywhere…I can find someone else-” The way his eyes darken has you halting your words as he sits up, yanking you against him.  Grabbing the back of your neck, he pulls your face to his. “Noone else can touch you.” he growls against your mouth, his angry, jealous eyes searching yours.  “Promise me.” he demands and you frown even as you moan from his touch.  

“Yeosang…then what am I to you? Tell me-” “You’re mine.  MINE.” he nips your lip, his tongue following up the bite.  “Does that mean you're mine as well?” you ask him softly, and his eyes seem to intensify even more as you move against him.  His fingers dig into your asscheek as he lifts you, his breathing ragged as he positions you over his cock.  You grab onto his shoulders as you slowly lower yourself, feeling his body shake under you as you stretch around him.  You can’t keep the soft cries from escaping as he stretches you, letting you take your time to sink down onto him.  

“Are you? Are you mine, Yeosang?” your voice shakes as you repeat the question and he moans as you seat yourself completely on him.  “Yes, fuck yes, I’m yours.” his husky voice manages and you quiver at the ache of how deep he’s buried inside of you.  “Mine,” you whisper into his ear.  The rumble of desire from his chest as you rise then fall onto him, slowly rolling your hips to test what feels good, has you already pulsing around him.  “You feel-oh god…you feel so good- I can’t even think-” he stammers as you roll your hips to see how he responds. His hands clench on your hips as he bites his lip, and you just watch his gorgeous face as you try to control your emotions. 

“Yeosang…” you whisper shakily and he tips his head back to watch you, taking you in as you ride him slowly.  “Beautiful…...” he whispers back, hand splaying over your back as his mouth captures your nipple.  The cry you let out has him sucking a little harder, drawing out a yelp at the sting.  Your fingernails dig into his shoulders as he gives the same treatment to the other stiff bud and you increase the pace, trying to quench the burning need deep within your womb.  

“Oh god…oh god…feels…feels-so….” you cry out, quickening your pace, the wet sound of your bodies meeting intensifies your pleasure.  “Yeah?... You like it? ….You like- riding my cock?” he rasps out and you cry out in response, his dark eyes not leaving you as you hold onto him, riding him harder and faster with every word he says.  “Love it…oh god-you’re going- ..t-tt-to…make me….oh -oh.” you shudder, your walls fluttering around him and he bites his lip as he watches you.  “That’s it-fuck…oh fuck…come around my cock…that’s it…that’s it..come…come- come for me….” he is urging you, and you scream out his name as his voice tips you over the edge.  

You clench around him tightly, your whole body spasming as you arch back and he has to hold onto you to steady you as you quake from the impact of the orgasm.  Before you’re even through it, he flips you over quickly, not even slipping out of you as he continues to thrust into you.  “Oh god oh fuck!” you scream, holding onto him desperately as he starts to control the pace.  “Fuck, I..I want to be gentle…but …fuck-I don’t know- if-” his voice is shaking and you grasp his hair in your fingers, tugging it harshly as you look up at him.  

“You said I’m yours-” you manage around the intensity of the way he’s plunging into you, “make me …yours-fuck me, Yeosang!” The whimper this statement extracts from him encourages you, and you can’t help but urge him on.  “Y-your cock feels so good-oh-! F-f-fuck me…make me feel it- t-t-tomorrow-make it so I ACHE when you’re not-h-here–” his whines and moans are mixing with your words as he drops down on you, pinning one of your arms as he yanks your leg up to drive himself deeper.  

“So tight-” he moans out, droplets of sweat beading on his forehead as he looks down between you, to where your bodies meet, to watch himself pound into you. You push the strands of hair hanging down back on his forehead and lean up to bring your mouth to his, swallowing his moans with your own.  You’re both sweaty, messy, the noises coming from both of you are completely animalistic at this point.  

You can only hold onto him and shake as he controls the pace, and you know he’s getting close as his whole body starts to jerk and occasionally lose the steady rhythm he’s set. You can feel your own climax creeping up, the tight sensation in your abdomen threatening to snap at any moment.  “Cum- cum …inside-” you manage between your cries and he grits his teeth as you shake beneath him. His moans turn to cries as he watches you, your lips parted as you squeeze your eyes shut and your back arches.  “Oh god oh god oh god-” you start to scream out over and over, soaking him as you clamp like a vise around him.  “Cum with me-oh please-Yeosang! PLEASE -YEOSANG!” you beg and he lets out a deep groan as his body jerks, his hips thrusting him deep within you.  You can feel the flood of his seed filling you as he pulls out slightly just to slam back into you.

“Ah fuck-f-f-fffuck-” he whines as you wrap your legs around him and tip your hips, making sure to hold him inside of you.  You lift your hips and drop them, then lift again and his eyes fly open as he gasps.  “Oh -f-f-” he shudders, and before you can do it again his lips capture yours for a deep, slow kiss.  You let your hips fall and your legs relax, falling to either side of him.  

His breathing is heavy as he nuzzles into your neck, his body relaxing into yours and you wrap your arms around him, rubbing his back as you both catch your breath. You let out a small whine as he withdraws from you, but then he’s pulling you right back into his arms as he pulls up the covers over you both.  “Mm…” he just murmurs as he presses his lips to your head, and you look up at him sleepily.  

“Is it alright if I stay the night?” he asks you, and you frown at him.  “No.  Please leave.” he just blinks at you as you bite your lips, trying not to laugh.  “Okay.” he says, going to sit up, but you grab him and quickly pull him back, a smirk on his face.  “Jerk, you win this time.” you mumble, and he chuckles as he lets you curl back into him.  “Of course you can stay.” you tell him, looking up at him as he holds you.  

“Yes.” he says, and you give him an odd look, confused.  “Yes?” you ask and he nods, planting a kiss on the tip of your nose.  “Before you even ask, yes.  Yes, I meant everything I said.”  He brushes your hair back and presses a kiss to your lips.  “I don’t want you to worry for a moment about that.”  The relief that washes over you at him telling you that has you tearing up, and you duck your head into his neck to try to cover it.  

“Hey….” he whispers, pulling back, tipping your head up.  “Hey…shhh it’s alright.”  “Ugh…sorry, I don’t know what-” you sniffle, trying to laugh but he’s glaring down at you, quieting you.  “Don’t you dare apologize…tonight was…a lot.  For both of us.” he sighs, his leg slipping between yours as you both wrap around each other.  “Let’s sleep for now…in the morning we can talk, or we can do whatever you want.” 

Totally worn out from the events of the evening, you let your eyelids droop as his voice continues, but you just hear the steady beat of his heart against your ear as he holds you, drifting off to a deep sleep.  

[tj-dragonblade]

Fanfic Tag Game

Tagged by @softest-punk and @landwriter, thank you both!

1. How many fics do you have on AO3? 133

2. What’s your total AO3 word count? I will break 400K with the next thing I post (unless it is somehow less than 401 words lol) Also, this would require actually focusing on something to finish it

3. What fandoms do you write for? Currently? Sandman (technically, Dreamling). Previously? MCU, Naruto, Saiyuki, and Gundam Wing

4. What are your top five fics by kudos? Overall (these are from my Naruto days and more than ten years old): Delayed (or, Why Kakashi Is Never On Time) (GaiKaka) at 3963 Past the Limits (KakaNaru) at 1272 Affirmation (KakaNaru) at 1022 Worth It (KakaIru) at 1005 Vigil (GaaNaru) at 843 (It kills me that I am Just Not That Into Kakashi and yet he's fucked his way into four of my top five, lol)Current fandom tops, just for fun (all of which are at most a year-plus-change in age) Use Your Words at 443 Insatiable at 398 Fluffbruary Fills (2023) at 375 In the Morning Light at 318 Built For You at 308

5. Do you respond to comments? Yes, generally! I am still catching up on Fluffbruary comments, much to my chagrin

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Going aaaallllll the way back to Gundam Wing, I did a songfic where I implied a breakup until the final-line reveal that the character had gasp actually died. There may be a couple other angst-based pieces in my catalog, but that I think is the Most(tm).

7. What is the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Most everything I write is a happy ending, when there's any semblance of plot involved. Uh. The Umbrella Boys AU had a wedding; maybe that counts? Either that or the Thessaly breakup fic with all the hurt-comfort pining that finally resolves into requited realization.

8. Do you get hate on fics? Never have, would like to keep it that way.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? The good kind *eyebrow waggle*

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? I have…three, that could be counted as crossovers, and one that's a proper fusion. None of them are particularly crazy. Duo and Wufei did Naruto roleplay in the bedroom. Kakashi and Naruto took on Princess Bride's fire swamp. Gojyo and Hakkai acquired Jiipu from Count D and his pet shop with a complete disregard for the fourth wall. Maybe that one, then, though it's more crack than crazy-crossover. Hob wearing the Wavemother's Robe is not enough of anything to count as a crossover.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not that I'm aware of, no

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? Yes! I don't recall which ones but I've had requests to translate to Chinese, to Russian, and I think Spanish as well? Possibly French also. My memory is shit. Je suis désolé.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic? Yeah, a friend and I co-wrote a couple back in GW and it was…fun? At the time? It started as me helping her with the smut portion of a thing she was doing and turned into a cowrite with a sequel. Not the sort of thing I'd have written on my own, and definitely not now twenty years later with my current kink preferences

14. What’s your all time favourite ship? …yeah, that's not a thing I can answer. Whichever I'm fixated on is inevitably my favorite at the time but once the fixation fades, I still have so much love for each of them.

15. What’s a fic you’d like to finish but don’t think you ever will? Oh my god there are so many. But there are two-three unfinished drafts for ThorBruce fic that I really—see, my MCU fandom experience soured so fast I did not have my usual three-year run of productive ficwriting and the ideas I was working on probably could have been finished were that not the case. I would still love to finish them but the motivation (let alone the time) is just not there.

16. What are your writing strengths? I take great pride in my smut, and I like to think I'm good at it. Painting pictures with my words? Maybe character voice, in certain cases.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? Plot. Stories with plot and progression and chapters and such. Follow-through to finish pieces that don't get done in the initial burst of focus.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in a fic? If I had a need for it at some point, I would want to consult a native speaker to ensure correct translation and I would include the translation in footnotes etc. But it would have to be some really specific reason that the foreign language was needed/integral to some story device to not just indicate via some other means (e.g., '"xyz," he said, in perfect French', use of italics, etc) that a different language is in use.

19. First fandom you wrote for? Gundam Wing. If we don't count the 'DS9 novel idea' that I recall making notes on in my journal back in high school, or any of the Mary Sue DS9 thoughts I would also journal about. None of that was ever 'actual writing' nor did I have anywhere I would have shared it in '96.

20. Favourite fic you’ve written? Again. How'm I supposed to pick? Ugh. Let's see, fandom by fandom. Gundam Wing…no, nothing there is a favorite. Saiyuki…When the Chips Are Down. Comedy gen-fic based on a tidbit of fandom lore is not something I manage terribly often but I am quite pleased with this one; Jiipu's pov always delights me and I'm proud of all the voice work here also. Naruto…maybe Seized? Sai POV is one of my strengths and I think it came through really well in that one. MCU…Carpe Diem, I'm very pleased with character voices in that one. Sandman…I remain very fond of the Drunken Confessions Fluffbruary 2023 fic and the Car and Cutoffs one might be my favorite smutfic. So far.

If you'd like to do this, please take my passive tag this has been sitting in my drafts for weeks.

[greenhikingboots]

Chispas's Prompt! Obviously! 😁

Haha. Obviously! About this post. I'm going to keep the original ficlet prompt in my inbox so I can eventually reply to it. So that others can start to envision where this is heading, I'm also going to copy/paste it here. And then the first section of what I've written so far will be below the cut. Prompt: Two popular fan-fic writers for the same fandom. Sansa writes sweet modern aus with a fair amount of smut, while Jon is a canon stickler who never has any romance. While on Sansa's laptop one day, one of her friends (I don't care who) leaves a comment on one of Jon's fics asking when x & y are going to kiss already, or something like that. You know...hi-jinks ensue.

Sansa Stark sits cross-legged in the living room she shares with her sister, peering at her reflection in an antique, floor full-length mirror she bought a few months earlier. It dominates the corner where she most likes to get ready — creates the perfect spot for her ritualistic preening and primping ahead of a fun night out. Tonight, for instance, Sansa’s celebrating her birthday with the rest of her family. They’ll soon be dining at one of Winterfell’s highest rated restaurants, The Glass Garden. “This place looks pretentious,” Arya says. She’s sprawled across the couch behind Sansa, most of her body visible in the mirror so long as Sansa tilts her head to the right. When she does, she sees Arya scrolling on her phone, presumably looking at the restaurant's menu. Instead of replying, Sansa shakes her head and continues curling her hair. It’s true she picked somewhere fancy for her twenty-fifth birthday, but, hey, a quarter of a century is a big damn deal, isn't it? She refuses to let Arya make her feel guilty about that. “This salmon dish sounds good, though,” Arya mutters after a moment. And then, without warning, she lets her phone drop to her stomach and says, “Hey, Robb invited Jon. Did he tell you?” Sansa’s heart nearly leaps out of her chest. She’s known Jon Snow, her brother’s best friend, for as long as she can remember. But it has only been since moving back to Winterfell after graduate school that she’s really started to notice him. At first, it was Jon’s improved looks and increased confidence that caught Sansa’s attention. Shallow stuff she told herself she’d be able to dismiss after a week or two of practicing. But then, during the practicing, more and more of Jon’s positive traits stood out. There’s a long list of them. He’s a good listener, a hard worker, and a generous tipper. He loves animals and his mother too. He asks clever questions and makes clever observations. He sticks up for outcasts and underdogs. And his smile — It’s cliche to say that when Jon smiles, he lights up the room. But because his smiles are so hard-won, Sansa’s starting to believe some cliches are true. And Seven save her when she's actually the one to cause Jon’s smile. Sansa pictures it now, without really meaning to, then tries not to smile at her own reflection in the mirror. Arya doesn’t know about her crush on Jon, and that’s how she’d like to keep it. “No, Robb didn’t tell me,” she replies. “But that’s fine. Jon’s practically family too.” Arya nods sagely, like maybe she’s crediting herself for setting a good example — she accepted Jon as family long before Sansa ever did — then begins scrolling on her phone once more. It’s five minutes later, when Sansa’s finished her hair and moved onto her makeup, that Arya breaks their silence, this time saying something totally mundane. “So, uh, I just got an email I need to reply to. It’s too much to type on my phone, so can I use your laptop instead?” Arya’s own laptop is in her bedroom, not far away, but since Sansa can see hers tucked in the corner of their couch, next to Arya’s feet, she grants the favor. “Yeah, sure. Go for it,” she says. Sansa doesn’t think any more about it until a certain sequence of noises piques her interest. After the clattering of Arya’s fingertips slows down, the clicking of the touchpad speeds up. There are so many clicks, in fact, that it seems like Arya’s comparing items on different tabs or following links in search of some hidden answer. After a glance in the mirror at her little sister, it’s more than Sansa's interest that is piqued. It's her nervousness. “Why are you grinning?” she asks. “No reason,” Arya chirps. But she’s fighting back a laugh and smashing the laptop closed as fast as she can. Lying, obviously.

[darling-gemini]

Fanfiction Author Interview Game

Thank you for the tag @ablatheringblatherskite !!

How many works do you have on AO3?

10! I would have more but I've orphaned a few fics when I was younger for reasons I no longer understand. Rip mafia au.

What's your total AO3 word count?

66,282! Which is so wild, ghost au is a little more than half of that.

Top Five Stories by Kudos

New Year's Eve (BuzzFeed Unsolved)

hide and go seek (Wednesday)

treading water (Wednesday)

sweet nothings (Lockwood & Co)

Wolf Out (BuzzFeed Unsolved)

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I do!! I'm usually pretty quick about it too for the most part. I like getting back to people on their comments, especially if it's a longer one. I wanna let them know their words are appreciated!

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

Well, the ending hasn't been written yet but I would have to say my ghost (where'd you go?) is the angstiest thing I've written, except maybe if he's a ghost, I can be a phantom which is an orphaned BuzzFeed Unsolved fic now 'cause I was embarrassed to have a fic where Shane tortures a guy, but not anymore! Have at it.

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

Hmm, probably either sweet nothings or treading water, both are more on the subtle side of happiness though I'd say.

Do you write crossovers?

I did a loooong time ago for a few BuzzFeed shows (Unsolved, Worth it, Unsolved Sports) but haven't attempted one in quite some time!

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Come to think of it, no I haven't. I guess I haven't "made it" just yet lol

Do you write smut? If yes, what kind?

I've written one smut fic, hide and go seek, and it's based on the prompt of primal play!

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not to my knowledge!

Have you ever had a fic translated?

No, but that would be so fucking cool genuinely.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Co-created, but not co-written, what was called the mafia au for BuzzFeed Unsolved! But other than that, no I have not. Would absolutely love to though, am a big fan of collaborative writing!

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

I fear I have to say my ghost 💀 idk the vibe of it is just really dark and dismal and I don't know if I'll ever be in the right frame of mind to finish it, but we'll see!

What's your all-time favorite ship?

Don't ask me why but Kim Possible and Ron Stoppable came to mind and tbh I'm sticking with it. Generally speaking though I'm a big fan of best friends to lovers, though, several of my favorite ships fall into this category.

What're your writing strengths?

I would think it'd be characterization and maybe dialogue? I've been told I do good with dialogue, which fascinates me bc I would not have said that for myself but regardless appreciate the compliment!

What are your writing weaknesses?

I would definitely say pacing and poeticism. I tend to feel like I rush through scenes that deserve more breathing room, and I also feel as though my writing can come across very plain even unintentionally.

What's a fandom/ship you haven't written for yet, but want to?

I desperately want to put together my Dorian Gray au for Coriolanus Snow but I wanted to go through and read/annotate my copy of The Picture of Dorian Gray before I did so, and reread tbosas as well. Uhh I also really wanna do something for Payneland (Dead Boy Detectives) but that may take some time. Their voices are incredibly difficult for me to get a grasp on, as evidenced in my palasaki fic this little light of mine. Hence, minimal dialogue haha

What's your favorite fic that you've written?

Ohhh this is such a hard question, but I think it's probably sweet nothings. It's such a lovely lil drabble and is probably my most close-to-canon fic that I've done, I just think you could slip it into one of the episodes and it would work just fine. It's very dear to me.

Tagging: @thelovelybookworm and @nouklea , and anyone else that wants to!!

[riddlerosehearts]

HII ITS IDIAVIL ANON AGAIN!!! i wanted to respond to the post u made in response to my ask... I TOTALLY UNDERSTAND NOT BEING ABLE 2 WRITE FICS LIKE!! ive been creatively writing for years and when it comes to stuff im rlly passionate abt i can become super duper creative. my struggle with writing fanfic is finding the time and motivation, plus my adhd makes it difficult for me to focus, BUT IVE BEEN DOING BETTER RECENTLY!!! im kinda familiar with wicked? i saw it on stage back when i was just a wee lad but i dont remember much of it (i honestly think i fell asleep ;-;) but i've been wanting to watch both the play and the new movie, i just haven't gotten to it yet. i will definitely keep this in mind as i watch both!! a few weeks ago i actually watched jennifer's body for the first time, i'd been wanting to watch it but then i saw someone mention a jennifer's body idiavil au and oh my gods i literally couldnt stop thinking about it. i've definitely kept that au in mind, and i will do the same for the wicked au!! when i do eventually watch wicked i'll probably send another giant yapping paragraph in ur asks abt it... ALSO PLEEASEE I WOULD LOVE LOVE LOVE TO HEAR MORE ABT UR AU IT SEEMS SO COOL!!! also. hercules au. oh my god u get me. i'm not exaggerating when i say i've thought abt the idiavil meg and hercules parallel at least once a day for the past like five or so months. i NEVER stop talking to my friends about it EVER. i was actually on a disney cruise (twas a family trip) about a month ago and they had a giant tv above the pool, they showed a movie every fifteen minutes (after the movie prior had ended) and WHEN I TELL YOU I FREAKED OUT WHEN I SAW THEY HAD A SHOWING FOR HERCULES. AND I HAD TO RESIST FROM STIMMING (i get embarrassed when i stim in public bc i dont like being looked at or percieved like ever) DURING WONT SAY IM IN LOVE LIKE THATS PROBABLY MY FAVORITE DISNEY SONG OF ALL TIME OH MY GOODNESS. I WOULDNT STOP TEXTING MY FRIEND AND TALKING ABOUT IDIAVIL. also i did see ur response and oh my goodness i think abt it so much. ill probably share the keychains and playlists off anon later... also i LOVE the fact u keep ur pins of them next to each other... my birthday was actually a while ago (oct 28th) but the art has been delayed bc shes been busy which idm, shes putting a ton of effort into it. ill also probably share that off anon whenever its done!! alr im gonna wrap this up, i do have a few things i have to get done soon but i'll try to send in those playlists and pictures of the keychains b4 i go to bed tn!!

hi again haha!! whenever you watch the wicked movie i really hope you enjoy it! just keep in mind that they kind of, extended every single scene in act 1 to make it 2.5 hours long (when the whole stage musical with both acts combined is that length), so it's only a part 1 and we won't get part 2 until next year. which admittedly DOES bug me but i still loved the movie anyway. if you want to watch the stage musical after that, well, the people who record bootlegs usually ask you not to put them on youtube but people do anyway AKJDGJFSG. so you can probably find one easily enough! it's my absolute favorite musical! when i went to see it live in april, i kept thinking "well, vil does share glinda's love of fashion and her popularity and ambition, but he's different from her in a lot of ways too! for example, he doesn't believe that popularity is the only thing that really matters, and he would never sacrifice his own morals and ideals to achieve his goals... oh... wait..." and then i realized that the whole plot of book 5 is that vil kind of DID do all that! that's the whole tragedy of it, that he overblotted because he DID start to think that his hard work was meaningless and that he SHOULD resort to any means possible to be the most popular at the expense of his moral compass, and he thought of himself as ugly for doing so! he COULD have ended up basically alone, being praised by others around him as beautiful and good while inside he secretly believes himself to be wicked, just like glinda if his friends hadn't done everything to stop him from poisoning neige.

and idia may not be an animal rights activist like elphaba, nor is she an otaku LOL, but elphaba grew up lonely and ostracized because of her green skin and idia's family curse forced him to grow up isolated on the isle of woe and have blue fire for hair. she's a caretaker for her disabled sister whose father blames her for her condition, and idia has a robot brother whose death he blames himself for. elphaba is jaded and sarcastic and abrasive and deeply insecure, and who else fits that description? the only issue is that idia is far too pessimistic about the future to decide to do what elphaba does in defying gravity on his own, but i think in an AU he could be pushed to do it. also there's this part in wicked where after glinda and elphaba get back from a big dance at the ozdust ballroom glinda says "was that your first party?!" and elphaba deadpans "does a funeral count?" and i can just so clearly see that with idia and vil AFKJDGHF. there's so many other scenes too that i just see as being perfect for them.

as for fiyero i had two ideas here: in the actual musical, there's a love triangle in which elphaba and fiyero ultimately end up together but as i mentioned i would want to give my AU a happy ending and make vil and idia end up together in it. so i would do one of two things: 1) cast kalim as fiyero, because he literally just fits the role perfectly. fiyero is a foreign prince, and look at the lyrics to dancing through life and try to tell me kalim wouldn't sing this. but i don't ship kalim with either vil or idia, so in this scenario i'd probably cut the love triangle and have him somehow end up as their bestie who supports whatever insane gay thing those two have got going on. imo kalim really does fit fiyero better than anyone else and this idea is just so funny to me. or 2) cast rook as fiyero, keep the love triangle, and have it end in polyamory because even though i've never even considered shipping rook with idia i do ship rook/vil and i think this would be hilarious as an AU. also, there's a scene in wicked where glinda and elphaba are hanging out and glinda is like "let's tell each other our best secrets! i'll go first! FIYERO AND I ARE GOING TO BE MARRIED!!!" and since they've just started dating elphaba is like "he's asked you already??" and then glinda goes "oh no, he doesn't know yet!" and imagining vil saying that about rook just makes me laugh so hard.

OKAY. so there is an incomplete summary of my thoughts on a vilidia wicked AU!! honestly i don't really watch horror movies so i haven't seen jennifer's body but if i ever do watch it i'll have to keep that AU idea in mind. as for the hercules parallel idk if you've seen this post of mine but it makes me so happy every time someone likes or reblogs it because then i get to think about them again. hercules/meg has always been one of my favorite disney couples so when i saw this happen in book 6 i was immediately just. doomed to be insane about vil/idia forever because are you KIDDING ME?? also your birthday is right after mine omg, mine was october 25th!! so a late happy birthday to you, then! one last thing i'd like to say in this already way too long response is that i have two sets of floyd and riddle nuis--listen, they're my other favorite ship so i bought the first ones online and then saw more at a con i went to and couldn't resist--and i'm going to be getting idia and ortho nuis for christmas. hopefully soon i'll be able to get a vil nui as well so i can keep him right next to his boyfriend and his film club buddy/future brother-in-law 💙💜

[no-goodbyes-no-regrets]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

thanks for tagging me @im-overstimulated-and-im-sad

I love wasting time with these things when I'm supposed to be writing 😉

How many works do you have on AO3? In total 262, for tarlos 24 (and counting)

What's your total AO3 word count? 642,739 (holy shit)

What fandoms do your write for? at the moment just 911 lone star/tarlos, but I'm kind of looking into RWRB/firstprince, and depending on a certain mister R. Hawley, I might get pulled back into emmerdale/robron

What are your top five fics by kudos? I'll stick to tarlos for this or else it'll just be 5 robron fics Austin TX first responders week - TK and Carlos have to give a talk about their jobs at a school for Austin's first responders week. Filling in the blanks - a post episode/missing moment of Owen finding out what happened to Carlos in 4x04 See you later - Marjan going to say goodbye to a still recovering Carlos before she leaves in 4x05 - kind of a missing moment It started with a concussion - a meet ugly with Carlos literally running into TK while chasing a suspect Love and Lou - The Lou fic! Vet!Carlos AU meet cute with a little help from Lou I and II

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? Not as often as I should. I never know what to say other than "Thank you" and i just end up reading the comments 50 times over (and i save the emails from AO3) and I'm like I LOVE YOU PERSON LEAVING A COMMENT ON MY SILLY LITTLE STORY YOU MADE MY DAY - but only in my head because i don't want to seem too weird. Idk - I overthink things.

What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? I don't do angsty endings. Though PS I love you is a little bittersweet I guess. TK getting a letter from Gwyn on his wedding day.

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? All of them! I need a happy ending - always. But I suppose it was 'earned' the most in California where they both Go Through It before they get their happy ending.

Do you get hate on fics? I haven't on tarlos fics but I did get a hater on one of my anti chas robron fics once. I just deleted the comment.

Do you write smut? If so, what kind? Not really. I've tried... but it's just not for me.

Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written? Not really. Unless you count the tiny blink and you miss it RWRB reference in Swing swing.

Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not as far as I know.

Have you ever had a fic translated? Nope but I've translated fics from German to English for a friend yeeeeeaaaars ago - for Luke/Noah from As The World Turns

Have you ever co-written a fic before? I have, several. For Luke/Noah from ATWT way back in the day. it was an Experience™

What's your all time favourite ship? I can't pick just one!

What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? Undercover Carlos - I really want to finish it but I'm so bad at multi chapter fics. I'm bad at planning and I lose motivation and everyone else loses interest. I'm going to try get back to it when I'm done with my flufftober fics (so somewhere next summer or so 🙃)

What are your writing strengths? Dialogue for sure. and cutesy oneshots.

What are your writing weaknesses? Describing stuff. Translating the "picture" I have in my head to words on 'paper' is The Worst. Also planning and plotting a story - I tend to make stuff up as I go (which is why I suck at long multichapter fics)

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? Don't do it unless you speak the language or know someone who does who can check it for you. Google translate is NOT your friend. A few words here and there (like the Spanish terms of endearment in tarlos fics) is fine, you can't really go wrong with that, but for more than that you need someone who actually speaks the language.

First fandom you wrote for? Luke and Noah - As The World Turns

Favourite fic you've written? For Tarlos I had a lot of fun with my Lou fic that I mentioned earlier and The perfect costume has done some interesting things to my insta algorithm, and The power of a muddy dog was fun because I like soft!TK with Buttercup. But all of my fics have *something* that makes them *special* to me.

If you've read all this... I'm impressed lol

tagging: @noxsoulmate @carlos-in-glasses @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut @lightningboltreader @bonheur-cafe @sanjuwrites and and an open tag for whoever feels like doing this because I never know who to tag!

[oneofthosebells]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

Thank you @malinthebodyguard for tagging me! 💜💜 I'm not really on tumblr much at the moment for various reasons, but I can never resist a quiz.

(It's not a secret that oneofthosebells is a burner pseud I created just to write YR fic for Reasons I won't bore you with here, so the below is combined across pseuds.)

How many works do you have on Ao3?

67 (25 fics, 41 vids, 1 podfic)

What's your total Ao3 word count?

Just over 430,000

What fandoms do you write for?

I tend to be monofannish, so only Young Royals right now! My main fandom for a few years before that was Ballum (an EastEnders pairing), and I've written for various other sources over the last 20 years including several one-off fics in tiny fandoms for Yuletide.

Top five fics by kudos:

Incognito Mode - Young Royals

Salt and Vinegar - Ballum

Easy to Love - Ballum

The Picture Thou Hast Made - Ballum

Breaking News, Breaking Free - Young Royals

(Taking the executive decision to exclude my 20-year-old Harry Potter fics from the list above because...well. You know. I won't delete them from the internet because I don't believe in doing that, but honestly, if anyone's still reading them in 2024, ngl, kind of judging you. There are SO MANY fics out there not based on books written by massive transphobes, go read those.)

Do you respond to comments?

Usually! I tend to be all or nothing - I try to reply to every comment, but if I'm struggling to keep up, I sometimes end up not replying to any at all for a few weeks and then it feels daft to reply after that long.

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

None! I don't like angsty endings, happy endings all the way round here. Probably the only one that even vaguely counts is Say a Little Prayer, which is a missing moment from canon from a very angsty episode - but even though it ends on a sad note, if you know the show you know they get married a few days later so it's still not that angsty.

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

Hoping that if I can get my writing brain into gear I will soon be able to give several YR fic answers to this question...!

From my non-YR fics...almost all of them? But let's say Beginner's Luck because of the light-hearted romcom vibes throughout. (Or maybe My Heart Won't Let My Feet Do Things They Should Do, because it's not just happy from a ship pov, but also has a character coming to terms with his hearing loss, taking up dance again for the first time since he was 12 AND standing up to his homophobic, ableist dad.)

Do you get hate on fics?

Not recently, doesn't seem to be much of a thing in YR fandom thank goodness! In the past...yeah. (Soap opera fandom is toxic af.)

Do you write smut?

Yep. Not very well. 😂 I put it in stories that seem to need it, but mostly I tend to go for a M rating rather than E because it's really not in my comfort zone to write the explicit stuff. Never written PWP. (I tried to, once, but it ended up full of feelings and a bit of plot anyway!)

Craziest crossover:

Never written a crossover, never really wanted to. I keep my fandoms separate lol.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Hope not! Not aware of it if so.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No, but I'd love to. Me and a friend kicked around an idea a few times, but never came to anything.

All time favourite ship?

Eep. Please don't hate me if I don't say Wilmon! I love them to pieces, I really do, but honestly I hyperfixated on their story and the show as a whole rather than them as a couple if that makes sense (which is probably why I don't really read/write non-royal AUs).

Gun to my head, all time favourite ship: Christian/Syed from EastEnders.

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

There are many YR WIPs on my hard drive, but honestly I'm still hoping to finish all of them one day! So I'll say Not Giving In, which I do really want to finish but alas canon kind of killed my love for the characters (especially Jay who plays a big part in the last few chapters), so chances are high I never will. Will be the first and probably only fic I'll ever properly abandon, which I feel gutted about. Blegh.

What are your writing strengths?

Oh god, what a horrible question. 💀 Probably dialogue? Keeping a plot moving along? And people usually seem to like my characterisation, I've had comments in previous fandoms along the lines of 'could be an actual episode of the show' (which I'm taking as a compliment rather than a dig at my unoriginality lol).

What are your writing weaknesses?

Beautiful prose. Metaphor, simile, imagery, description, all of that. None of that's in my wheelhouse at all. If I could get away with writing fics that were 95% dialogue and 5% 'shrugs, nods, stands up, sits down' stage directions I absolutely would.

Thoughts on dialogue in another language?

Eh, I'm not a big fan. With YR fics, I kind of take the view that if you're writing in English, you're essentially translating the entire fic from Swedish into English anyway - so why leave the odd phrase untranslated? It's distracting more than anything else. But it's not a red line or anything, I don't mind it too much in other people's fics.

First fandom you wrote in?

I won't lie: alas, Harry Potter. See above for my feelings on that now.

Favourite fic you've written?

No false modesty here, it's this one: The Picture Thou Hast Made. I wish I'd given it a better title lol as it might have got more attention, but super proud of this fic, probably my best ever attempt at balancing humour, fluff and angst. (Cough, it's an AU that's probably still enjoyable without any canon knowledge, just saying.)

Mind you, one of the YR WIPs currently lurking in my hard drive might just push it into second place... 👀

No pressure tags:

Hmm, lots of people seem to have already done this one! How about @piebingo and @peakotp (no pressure at all) or anyone else who'd like to and hasn't been tagged yet.

[pie-of-flames]

Twenty Questions for Fic Writers

I was tagged by @beatlessideblog.

How many works do you have on ao3? This is so embarrassing. 241 Most of them are short! Some are vids!

What's your total ao3 word count?

375,343

What fandoms do you write for?

Just The Beatles right now.

Before I fell into the Beatles, I hadn't written anything in years. In olden times, the main fandoms I wrote in were MCU, Hawaii Five-0, Merlin and Torchwood.

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Your New Twin-Sized Bed (Steve/Danny, Hawaii Five-0)

No Questions Asked (Steve/Danny, Hawaii Five-0)

Let My Doubts Go (Gwaine/Merlin, Merlin)

Sir Gwaine Wins a Match But Loses His Heart (Gwaine/Merlin, Merlin)

Hitting the Sweet Spot (Maria Hill/Natasha Romanoff, MCU)

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Yes, unless it's way after I posted, then sometimes I forget. I really appreciate comments and truly want to thank them. Also it just seems polite.

What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I kind of love angst. I love characters that are damaged. Quite a few times, I've written short little AUs exploring a character's potential dark side.

Somebody That I Used to Know - (Arthur/Merlin) I knew I'd written a modern AU where Merlin was an addict. But this is even more gut-wrenching than I remembered. Merlin has lived through the ages and Arthur has come back. And becomes Merlin's dealer.

Contingency Plans (Ianto, Torchwood) Ianto doesn't give up after Cyberwoman. He keeps trying to create Lisa 2.0.

The Way Things Are (Hawaii Five-0) Steve and Danny had a horrible, violent break up in which Steve was permanently injured and is now in a wheelchair. This is a little picture of the fallout.

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

Masquerade maybe (Merlin).

Do you get hate on fics?

No.

Do you write smut?

Definitely. I have 61 fics rated M or E.

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

Love Me Do (Jack Harkness/John Lennon, Torchwood/Beatles), A Very Curious Ring (Sherlock BBC/The Hobbit)

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not that I know of.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yes. With my first fandom friend. Hubminster Manor, a Torchwood AU. Down and out lounge singer Jack Harkness comes into a surprise inheritance and soon needs a new butler. Enter Ianto. Sadly, never finished.

What's your all-time favorite ship?

I have a fondness for all of my old OTPs but probably Steve/Bucky and Arthur/Merlin. I would still read fic for them.

What's a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

None. There aren't any I want to finish now. The time has passed. l have a Beatles WIP I've been working on sporadically all year that I feel like I have to finish.

What are your writing strengths?

This a hard question because I'm not very confident. It's hard for me to see any strengths. Maybe description and character.

What are your writing weaknesses?

Being too brief. Using same sentence structure repeatedly. Probably still too much telling instead of showing. I'm not sure.

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I would not attempt that.

First fandom you wrote for?

Torchwood

Favorite fic you've written?

Ummm... that's hard. I recently re-read this one and liked it a lot better than I remembered. Masquerade Arthur/Merlin, 1930's Hollywood AU. Aquamarine Arthur/Merlin modern swim team AU. An Inconvenient Moment, Sherlock/Watson, Sherlock Holmes (Ritchieverse), Coda (Don/Betty, Mad Men)

I'm tagging @veidelon, if you want to do it.

[cloudwhisper23]

I saw this 20 questions for fic writers thing on my dash, so I'm doing it now that I'm back to my computer! Also expect writing to return soon, lol

1. How many works do you have on A03?

I currently have 9 works on Ao3! That number would be way higher if I posted all the fics I wrote on Tumblr to Ao3 though.

2. What's your total A03 word count?

Total.... hang on, I need a calculator for this one.

271,112 words! I thought it would be higher, tbh. But again, I don't post everything to Ao3, so that's just a fraction of my writing.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

I write for Five Nights at Freddy's (the games) and Hollow Knight. I do also write for other stuff, but I don't post it, so that's not important.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

Misguided Protection

There Are Others

Finding a Home

Deal with the Devil

Becoming a Family

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

I try my best to respond to comments. Typically it'll be an emoji response, mainly to acknowledge my readers when they get all excited. But sometimes people have suggestions or questions, and I feel that if I wrote something confusing, it's my job to explain what's going on (only for fanfiction though. Since I don't revise it before I post)

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Hmmm.... Probably There Are Others, since I at least tried to give most of them happy endings. But this fic is the reason my friends keep a kill count.

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

Misguided Protection

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Not really? It's more that people challenge my view and how I chose to write the story, but I've never gotten outright hate before.

9. Do you write smut?

I don't post it, but yeah.

10. Do you write crossovers?

Within the same fandom. I write crossovers of different AUs within the same fandom, but I do not write crossovers between fandoms. Not currently, at least.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Nope!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

No

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

Yes, but it never saw the light of day (it was a minecraft fic I co-wrote with someone in elementary school)

14. What's your all-time favourite ship?

All-time? Uhhhh, I've determined that gay ships are absolutely my favorite thing ever. So my favorite is probably one of those. But it changes depending on fandom fixations honestly. Buuuuut, outside of fandom logistics, I'd still say Jeremike. Even though it's a silly one. I just love how people write that ship.

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

I have a giant incomplete folder of fnaf fics that I've started writing, but they haven't seen the light of day. Which means I've forgotten a bunch of stuff within that. But truth be told, I do want to continue writing Becoming a Family, even though I don't think I'll ever touch it again. My flow just never seems to be in the right place when I try to work on it.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I'm good at silly banter and dialogue in general.

I'm pretty good at adapting to sudden challenges in my writing (aka, plotholes that I've already posted) to still justify things happening as well. But not nearly as good as I am at dialogue.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I'm terrible at writing descriptions. I'll never forget the day I realized my friends genuinely thought my OC Mikayla was tall, despite how much I tried to write her as short. I usually don't write with physical characteristics in mind, so that used to be my justification, but since i had a clear picture in mind and it did not come across properly, I have to say descriptions are my weakness.

I'd also say romance, but my friends tell me I'm better than I think I am.

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

I stress out about that sort of thing. I wrote in Spanish for an art trade once (dialogue only, of course), and I made my friends fact-check every sentence to ensure it sounded natural. I could do it, but it's not really something I enjoy.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

MCYT. It was a different group of people back then, but that notebook is still sitting in my house, and I still get embarassed just thinking about it.

20. Favourite fic you've ever written?

My favorite? Honestly, it's one I'm writing right now. It's a fnaf fic, but I haven't posted much about it yet. It's called Runaway Mike, and I'm super excited about how it's turning out so far. Probably not one I'll post for a while yet.

[faithfulcat111]

Okay, this bit is going to appear to start in a really weird place, but that is because I wrote this entire AU stream of consciousness style in my notes and just broke it into sections to post here cause it was like thirty pages. So part two!

Vanya wastes no time driving to Diego's. She can't get Five out of the car by herself, so she goes into the gym and manages to find Al who looks like he could be in charge and asks if he know where Diego is. Al is immediately defensive, wondering if this is some weird ex. Not Diego's usual type, but hey who is he to judge. When Al asks why she is looking for Diego, Vanya explains that she is his sister and she has their missing brother and needs Diego's help. Sister instantly set off red flags because as far as Al knew, Diego was pissed and fighting with both of them. Al wasn't even sure how many brothers Diego had, having only seen one around (the only sibling around actually), and only heard of the others as a group in passing. But a missing one? No wonder the kid is messed up. He agrees to help Vanya get Five into Diego's room as Diego is out right now and holy shit, that is a legit kid. Too old to be a kid of Diego's, but he almost looks too young to be their sibling. And Vanya is grabbing a couple duffle bags and abandons the keys. Something weird is going on. Al gets the kid inside for Vanya, but decides he is staying out of this mess.

Vanya waits inside. Five isn't waking and Diego takes a few hours to get back from his vigilante stuff. Al manages to catch him and says his brother and sister are waiting inside so don't throw those damn knives at them. Diego is confused, but Al keeps going, saying that his sister showed up with a kid claiming it was their missing brother and the kid looked horrible and, Diego runs into the room and stops short when he sees Five of all people sleeping on his bed with Vanya reading beside him. He is understandably not happy about Vanya just showing up and wants answers about why she and Five of all people are here. Vanya tries to explain the best she can with her limitied knowledge: Five showed up at some point, Dad was keeping him at the house cause he is sick or something due to time travel, Luther tried to contact the siblings, but could only get ahold of Vanya, Luther got Five out of the house before taking off to some important mission to the moon. Luther never saw Five awake and neither has Vanya yet. Diego needs a moment before he asks why Luther even bothered getting Five out. Vanya says that all he told her was Mom mentioned it, that Five needed family. Diego still feels like there are so many missing pieces, but you know what, he'll take what he has and since Mom wanted Five to get out like everyone else, then he is staying out.

Five chooses this moment to come back to consciousness. The two just hear a slight whimper behind them at first and turn to see Five sleepily blinking his eyes open. They stare at him for a long moment before he just screeches. Vanya practically jumps on the bed grabbing Five and holding him which promptly shuts him up. He looks absolutely bewildered. Diego steps forward, cautiously asking if Five knew who they were and where he was at. Five reaches up one hand to touch Vanya's arm and just whispers in a far too raspy voice, "Ghosts can't touch me." And then passes right back out.

Okay, their brother has obviously been through some things and is traumatized af. Diego helps Vanya navigate their brother out of the coat, startling when something falls out of one of the pockets. It's Vanya's book. Clearly it is Five's copy as a quick flip through the pages shows a bunch of equations scribbled through the margins. What stops Diego though is that this is a library copy. And the last date it was turned in was in 2019. Nearly four years from now. Vanya sees Diego holding the book and starts to say something, but is cut off by him just saying that Five definitely time traveled before showing her the stamps showing when the book was last checked in. He then says that Veggie will be looking for them, or at least Five, and they need to go. So he stuffs some things into his own duffle bag, hands all the bags to Vanya, scoops up Five, and leads the way.

This is where I stopped writing for two months because I was working on another AU and had finals and holidays, but I think I remember where I was going with this, so here we go.

Diego, Vanya, and Five take off with only a call to Eudora from Diego (who they are newly broken-up, so it takes awhile, but Diego finally just tells her he has to leave for awhile and if she can keep an eye out for Klaus, he would appreciate it) and Diego telling Al to just box his stuff up or sell it. They leave in Diego's car, although they trade it out at a sketchy car lot the next town over. Why did they take off like this? Diego knows what the evil there father figure is and Vanya quickly figured out they would have to leave to avoid him taking back Five, which is her focus. It doesn't take long for Diego to deduce that is her intentions and for his big brother instincts to take over and decide to run with them and take care of the two.

Through the initial 24 hours after they take off, Five is mostly asleep. They bring him back to consciousness a couple of times to drink something or eat something soft, but he appears to also have some kind of fever.

They end up in a mediumish-sized town in the midwest just big enough that they can disappear into. They pull the siblings trying to get away from abusive situation card with a nice old lady who manages an apartment building and lets them stay and even hires Diego as part of her maintenence crew for the buildings she runs till he can find a proper job. The old lady seems to be under the impression that Five is one of their kids, not little brother, but they can't figure out whose kid she thinks he is, because she clearly knows that Diego and Vanya are siblings and it is a whole thing. They also give fake names when signing their lease, but I'll figure those out later.

Five finally wakes up more coherent then he has been a couple days later under Vanya's careful care. He seems very confused about where he is, understandably, but especially by Diego and Vanya being there. He appears to vaguely remember being locked up by the trauma-meister, but seems hesitant to explain what happened before that. Vanya explains that Luther got him out before taking off on some important mission to the moon on Grace's prodding and Vanya and Diego took off with him as they didn't want Veggie taking him back to his torture chamber.

After a little bit of prodding, they finally get out of Five that he traveled to the end of the world, set to happen in 2019 and they need to stop it and that he was trapped there for two years. Diego and Vanya are doubtful, but they agree to help under the condition that they do it under the radar considering they need to stay hidden from Vegetable until at least 2018 when Five will be, biologically 18.

And that is the premise. There is no permanent orchestra in the town they moved to, but Vanya lands a job teaching music theory and such at the community college and giving private lessons to local kids on the side. After a month of working for Ms. Roberts (I've decided that is their landlord's name), Diego gets a much better job, working first in janitorial at the local gym and a temp trainer, before being hired on permanently. Five is a bit more trouble. People seem to freak him out in large quantities, but he is also a kid, even though he is a very smart kid. And with Ms. Roberts knowing he is a minor, they really don't want the CPS breathing down their necks and taking their technically kidnapped, but very traumatized brother away. So, Vanya finds a local homeschool coalition. It requires that Five shows up for an in-person class once a week, but he can do the rest of his classes online and that gives him plenty of time to work on the end of the world stuff. He picks the music theory class that Vanya volunteers to teach to give Five free tuition.

And the three slowly build a life in this town. Diego and Vanya seem to have silently agreed to just pretend the Book never happened so they can take care of Five. Five clearly has nightmares and freaks out at both people and being without his siblings, so he goes with them everywhere (he ends up auditing all the classes Vanya teaches at the university when he enrolls at 17 to start on a math degree, mainly because he already sat through the classes a couple of times at this point).

They don't contact Vanya's orchestra, they were miffed when she called to say she wasn't showing up anymore the day she got Five. Diego calls Eudora after about six months to check in. She picked up Diego's only box of stuff from Al that he left behind and is holding it for him and agrees since Vanya's year lease is almost up to clear out Vanya's old apartment soon. (She is just being really great, but they aren't telling her the brother they are watching is a kidnapped minor for a reason). She also tells them that she had to put Klaus back in rehap a month ago and he had seemed really confused by her doing it instead of Diego like usual. Diego won't tell her where he is though. She does agree to look into the eye Five finally admitted he has from the apocalypse and will gather all info she can find for when Diego calls back. (When he does a few months later, she tells them the eye doesn't exist, the company it is from hasn't even started making prosthetic eyes yet).

And then, Vanya's pills. Well, she realizes she is running low and since they are laying low, she can't exactly call her old therapist or psychiatrist and get a refill. So, she goes to a new one who flips at the level she is taking (how is that allowed!!!) and starts a plan to wean her off those and onto a new set of anxiety meds that would be better for her. Vanya starts to feel happier and better overall. There is complaining about the bad lightbulbs Diego always buys because one seems to shatter every two months and she always seems to know what either boys are muttering even across the room, but none of them really notice Vanya's powers. Maybe because Five seems genuinely terrified of his own at the moment and they all know they can't draw attention to themselves as former members of the Umbrella Academy, but powers are the furthest thing from everyone's minds. Diego even goes to a sort of seedy tattoo artist and gets his covered up, playing up the umbrella as a stupid drunk mistake he wants to forget and Five takes to wearing long sleeves and bracelets so people can't see his. Five also goes and sees this therapist and gets classic GAD and PTSD and goes on anxiety meds too eventually. Vanya just has SAD and over the time they are in this town, she eventually gets weaned down to an as needed pill, which she only is to take for an attack which ends up being once every couple weeks or so. Five is on daily meds. Dunno yet if this will be relevant, but to give you an idea of the starting point I have for each of them. Five also has asthma from all the ash.

[stomach-bugg09]

omg thank you for doing my request!!! i absolutely adored it, dw im from the east coast myself (new york specifically). if it’s okay, i’d like to request more modern day sullys and fali? i just love your take on them.

a/n: ahh !! thank you so much. ( east coast gang rising up !! ) anyway , yes i actually think the modern au is just so simple but so cute and fun to write , which is also why i'm publishing this request before some of the older ones. i want to be able to keep feeding you all while i develop ideas and fics for the other ones. hope you enjoy !! reblogs + feedback is always appreciated !!

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modern au headcanons for the sullys + fali

general

one of the most chaotic families out there

trust me when i say this

when any of the kids have friends over, the guests are always shocked to find out that they ever manage to get anything done

there's always someone being a problem ( lo'ak )

tuk is the "do it all" child

like soccer, lacrosse, dance, school plays + musicals

she totally ate as an oompa loompa in charlie and the chocolate factory jr.

the older siblings all took a picture with her while she was in costume

[y/n] has an epic 0.5x picture of her from that night and is saving it for her graduation

[y/n] has the most baby pictures and "baby's first christmas" ornaments / type stuff just because she was the first child

neteyam has a good bit, so does kiri, but lo'ak and tuk have barely any

you can tell that they gave up on parenting tuk because she's such a menace

the whole entire family is banned from pizza hut

they refuse to speak on the topic

after neteyam and lo'ak played jv basketball together, kiri and [y/n] worked together to rewatch all the film and make a compilation of all their funny moments

tbt to when lo'ak completely missed the basket during a free throw

to present it, they gathered the entire family into the living room and pretended it was serious

but as soon as the video started, the two girls could not hold up the act and ended up on the ground in tears as they laughed at the entire thing

lo'ak and neteyam were not amused

jake was totally losing his mind

he loves making fun of his kids ( affectionately )

you can always tell neytiri's mood based on what she's listening to when she cooks dinner

a podcast means she's feeling good, feeling productive - sad music means she's, well... sad - classical music means you must stay far away from her

kiri, [y/n], and neytiri have their periods sinked up

it's complete hell for everyone else

once jake came home from work late and saw them sobbing on the couch to an episode of how i met your mother

sometimes the siblings will all sit down and have tuk paint their nails as she just talks the most amount of shit about every kid in her class

it's literally the funniest thing

she has some serious issues

kiri and [y/n] both like reading but the difference between the two is that kiri actually reads and [y/n] has five different books sitting on her bedside table

when she does have a random burst of energy to read, they always swap books

the head boys lacrosse coach is the biology teacher and he loves the sully family

he also teaches forensic science

not only is [y/n] dating his star player, but she manages the team

plus neteyam is on his team

sometimes, during their lunch period, fali and [y/n] just roll up to his class ( the same period that lo'ak and tsireya have bio )

ao'nung also plays basketball, so him and lo'ak were literally always beefing until they randomly just became friends

and then it was chill!

[y/n] and fali also drive tsireya and ao'nung around quite a bit, but they don't mind

everybody trusts fali and [y/n]

they're the type of people that you call if you need anything ever

kiri and neteyam have definitely called their sister or fali during a party after realizing they needed to get home

once neteyam's old friends left him there with no ride and he was... not all that sober

fali was at the same party because lacrosse team!

this boy did not hesitate to leave with neteyam and bring him back to his house

neteyam called his parents and pretended he was sleeping over with ao'nung ( who helped cover for him ) and ended up sleeping in fali's guest bedroom

every day kiri collects random ideas for her future speech as [y/n]'s maid of honor at her and fali's wedding

[y/n] still doesn't know

neteyam has an entire shoebox full of memories with his big sister that he plans to give her before she moves out

panic ensues the household when they reach june / graduating month

they do not want to think about their first baby leaving the nest!

neytiri is such a sad frantic mama

just wants everything to be perfect for her baby

jake ensures her that it will be

moving on to more happy stuff!

neytiri is totally a swiftie

like a very serious very loyal swift or that knows every single song and every single album and every single word

owns her ugly merch but it's okay because it makes her happy

tsireya's favorite candy would be watermelon jolly ranchers and she always has them in her backpack and stuff

lo'ak started to also keep watermelon flavored things in his backpack when he first started crushing on her

he would give her some during bio

her smile was always worth it

[y/n] and fali have the cheesiest and cutest way of reminding each other that they love each other

and that would be by giving each other their last piece of something

like they would give each other their last oreo, their last piece of gum, their last hershey kiss, his last name

it's just a silent exchange of their infatuation for each other

everybody else watches as they contemplate leaving because of how lonely they make them feel

kiri makes the silliest birthday posts

like she absolutely exposes every single one of her siblings by posting their ugly pictures on her instagram story

and she isn't even nice enough to keep it on close friends

lo'ak and [y/n] have a super long streak on snap chat of like 600+ days

and they are constantly scared of losing it

tuk takeover happens on a rare occasion in which, every few months, one of her older siblings allows her to do their streaks

she usually manages to post something stupid on their stories or something, but all of their friends have learned to look forward to it

fali and [y/n] were friends for a year before dating, but half of that year was spent with them absolutely crushing on each other

their first kiss story is so embarrassing and they refuse to tell anyone about it

fali wears bracelets that [y/n] makes for him

he always wears the bracelets that tuk makes for him and they're the cutest things because it's just a random assortment of beads

fali probably has a like single piercing on one of his ears after losing a bet with his friends

but he's grown to love it

he always has to take it out for lacrosse because the helmet is a pain

[y/n] buys him cute little earrings that he refuses to wear because they're always silly

like, "no, [y/n] i'm not wearing a singular waffle earring."

the only earring from her that he wears is the earring that matches the ring he gave her on their one year anniversary

she gave him that earring for his birthday

he almost cried

[freshstartfromscratch]

A.S.S.A.S.S.I.N.S

I should be writing my MA but since procrastination is my middle name and I'd prefer to play AC instead of working, I've got this idea.

Since I'm not a fan of writing it may appear in form of drawings and maybe comics.

I'm mostly typing this shit as a note for myself from the future but if it'll inspire anyone to write - I want to read this shit.

There's been a billion modern AU Assassin's Creed fics but I don't give a fuck.

New York. Modern Times. Or late 90s - early 00s cuz modern times suck.

Deciding on a year is super tricky 😭 cuz I wanted to have this nice, pre-2007-2009 financial crisis era.

U know. The one that fucked up the property market and made housing unaffordable.

But I was lying in my bed one day and I've got an idea for a nice teenage Altair story that would require him to be around 15 in 2002. It would change the AU year to 2011 and the 2010s were already fucked up. I'm torn between my story and my AU vision 😭.

Also putting it in the 2010s would make the conclusion of the story in the 2030s and I'm not sure if humanity survives the next 10 years.

Welp.

Roommates AU - Altaïr, Ezio, Connor, Arno, and Jacob (maybe Edward too but I'm not sure I have a different idea for him too)

Monica's Apartament vibe.

Funny fact - I've never watched Friends

Like the guys are living together and besides dealing with everyday YA bullshit they are also Assassins. Life is hard without the hidden Templar vs Assassin war.

But someone has to pay rent, buy toilet paper and cook food while maintaining a social life. Five someone to be more precise.

Bois are the most notorious ppl in the building cuz of parties, pranks, arguments, running on the rooftop. Usual shit.

Also, Ezio fucks really loud.

Bayek is the landlord (TM) who is equally done with their shit but also he's sort of like Jerry from Totally Spies - "Assassins I have a mission for you"

He's also in separation with his wife Aya so he's extra pissy.

The Roommates:

Altair Ibn La'ahad aka the responsible one

- He's the oldest boi. I picture him around the mid-late 20s ... 26. Lol.

- He's also the one officially renting the place.

- 8 out of 10 times he's done with the Bois bullshit. Especially Jacob.

- Just like in the games, he is the most traditional Assassin. Serious and diligent but also cocky.

- He's Syrian - American, 2nd generation. His mom died in childbirth, dad was killed during the gang shooting when Altaïr was 10, cuz they lived in a dodgy neighborhood. He grew up in the foster home of Al-Sayf.

- Faheem Al-Sayf and Umar Ibn La'ahad were friends (and brothers in the Creed) so when Altaïr was orphaned he just swoop in and became Altaïr's legal guardian.

-So when Altaïr addresses Malik 'brother' it has a double meaning. They banter like siblings and annoy one another too. Also, Kadar is alive because I said so.

- They are the reason why Altaïr is still dealing with his roommates' shit. He has years of experience in dealing with brotherly shit.

- Abbas was this shitty kid from your primary school that you initially thought was your friend but turned out to be a douchebag.

- He's also in a long and well-established relationship with Maria, who at this point might as well count as one of the roommates.

- I picture their relationship as the most stable one in the group. They've been together for a few years at this point and are well aware of each other's quirks and faults but they accept them and remain in a happy relationship.

- Not in the honeymoon phase but I think it's a very much physical relationship. They love and still desire one another. A lot.

- Both of them are private about their affection. Not to the point of hiding from the roommates but you definitely won't catch them making out on a couch (unless it's a date night in and they were supposed to be alone.) Neither you'll really hear them having sex. They are a bit vocal but not to the point of letting everyone know that they're doing the deed. The sounds are for one another, not the entire block to hear.

- Still, a quick good morning kiss in the kitchen while making breakfast and a cup of coffee or a little cuddle on a couch while watching TV when the others are around is ok. They are all adults, so it’s not like they don’t know what a couple does. Altaïr and Maria are also the ones that have the “we’re running out of milk, can you pick up some later?” conversations.

-Most of the guys don't even notice when Maria stays over. It's not unusual to see her making breakfast in the morning in their kitchen while her hair is dripping with water after the shower. Jacob actually thought for the first four months that she lives with them permanently.

- Altaïr and Maria are the parents (TM) of this household. Even if Maria doesn't really live there.

- Altaïr's occupation was a bit tricky to me but I think he'd be a freelance writer. Codex and stuff indicate that he likes to write. Also, such a job is very flexible and allows a lot of time for training and research.

- Which he does. A lot.

- Eye candy for girls at the local gym.

- Hobbies include playing video games, drawing, snowboarding, and reading fantasy books. Alone. In silence. He also plays a bit on guitar.

- He still enjoys socializing, partying, and drinking from time to time. Just not every two days maybe.

-He’s surprisingly good at beer pong. Like, I'm not kidding, the first time he played, he smashed his opponents and couldn't care less. 

- Deeply inside he cares for the guys and loves them, he simply doesn't show it. Canonical Altaïr had a lot of love in him, for his family and friends. After all, he brought love back to the order and never forgive himself when Maria died. This guy is a huge softie inside.

- His room is his castle. Nobody dares to enter without permission and Altaïr's knowledge. Ezio once made this mistake when he was looking for condoms after bringing one of his dates over. His room is the cleanest one in the apartment but also very personal.

- Middle Eastern carpet on the floor and some decorative pillow on the bed, that reminds of his parents' home country. Hookah he got on 18th birthday, that he smokes with Malik whenever he comes over. A workspace with a desk and a laptop that has a cute photo of him and Maria on wallpaper. Snowboard on the wall above the bed. Bookshelves are full of fantasy novels, Assassins tomes, and history books. Maybe a copy of the Bible and Quran that used to belong to his parents, with their photo nearby. A guitar in the corner, next to Maria's yoga mat because her stuff is in his room too.

- Tiny mirror and Maria's makeup items are always on the windowsill, next to a plant she gave him. The plant is still alive because Altaïr is a responsible plant parent.

- He also has a photo with his foster family. Probably stuck in the large mirror frame that's on his closest. In the majority of the photos, there are just him and Maria being cute. He has photos with his friends and roommates too. The mirror is also decorated with dumb stickers that Maria found and used to mark her territory.

- For someone so important in this household I picture him having a rather small room.

Ezio Auditore aka the heart of the home one

- Ezio is always super loud. No matter what he does. Everyone wants to hate him for this but he's too charming for his own good.

- I see him somewhere in the middle when it comes to age. Like he's older than Arno and Jacob and younger than Altaïr but I'm not sure about Connor. I'm honestly torn between making Ezio the second oldest and the middle child (TM) younger than Connor. So he’s either 24 or 23.

- Ezio is a uni student. He came from Italy to break free from overbearing parents to study economy and banking in New York. He doesn't really enjoy it but is quite good at it.

- Canonical Ezio is an art collector and likes art. So while studying at uni AU Ezio met and befriend an art Student Leonard Da Vinci Leo.

- Leo was a bit bullied by the jocks at the university and Ezio's older brother instinct kicked in.

- Both bonded over being Italian in America. An actual Italians, not the "omg my great great great grandpa was from Italy! I'm basically Italian!" Kind.

- Leo also isn't super happy with his studies because there're too many things he's into to decide on one major. Ezio can relate. At least to the 'I don't know what I want to do in the future' part. He also likes listening to Leo talking about art, more than he'd anticipated.

- He took a minor in art history. This is his life now.

- He also discovered another perk of his minor - ladies. So many girls study art and Ezio is in for it.

- He definitely uses his "I'm Italian and my country is famous for art. Do you want to discuss it later?" charm. It works surprisingly often.

- Leo doesn't approve - "with great knowledge comes great responsibility Amico Mio!"

- Ezio is the one that invites the majority of guests into the apartment.

- Unlike Altaïr, Ezio loves having guests over and sharing his space with people. Even if they're not close friends.

- Nevertheless, he wouldn't invite over anyone he doesn't trust. He's an assassin and it's an assassin household. He's friendly, not stupid.

- He's responsible for hosting the majority of the parties. If it was up to only him a party would be every other day.

- Ezio is also the one most likely to get caught making out on a couch by the others. He just doesn't care who will see.

- He is like the worst roommate to share the bathroom with cuz he spends hours there. Nobody knows what he's doing in there but he takes longer than any guy who lives there and any girl that stayed over for the night.

- He also clogs the shower with his majestic hair.

- Almost half of all beauty and hygiene products in there are his. The other half is Arno's. Around 15% belongs to Maria. Altaïr and Jacob are like - I have a bar of soap and a toothbrush. Connor hogs maybe 10% of all bathroom space.

- He is in charge of all indoor hangouts and bonding activities in the apartment. He's like the warm glue that keeps those guys together.

- Ezio might or might not suffer the most during the camping trips that Connor organizes.

- Ezio's room is a mess. Clothing is everywhere, alongside the university textbooks, notes, and a few copies of Playboy magazines.

- Guys don't enter his room either but for a completely different reason than Altaïr's. You can't find anything in there unless you're Ezio himself.

- I picture him as a guy who has a lot of posters in his room. Not all are posters with girls but also band posters and of course football ⚽ posters.

-He keeps his family photos over his study space. His brothers, parents, Claudia, uncle Mario - you name them. This guy loves his family and misses them a lot.

- Ezio loves football (for you North Americans it's soccer.) He plays it, watches it. You name it.

- He owns the PlayStation 2 of the Household and uses it mostly to play Fifa games.

- Thanks to his knowledge of finances he is responsible for the household budgeting and paying bills and taxes. Altaïr remembers when and what has to be done but it's Ezio that fills out the documents. He's very good at this and thanks to him they guys still have water, electricity, food in the fridge, and a roof over their heads. Because he can count and budget things.

- Ezio is the chef of the household too. This boi can cook VERY well. He usually cooks for everyone, for parties, for other people's parties, to impress ladies. You name it.

- It's also his go-to mechanism to cope with stress. It reminds him of home.

- Cuz this boi is also a mama's boy. He misses his entire family but mamma has a special spot.

- His roommates of course don't know about it. He'd rather die than admit it.

- Ezio's love life is a mess and the guys know it. Very often they are using it for betting.

- His current favorite lay is an exchange student Christina Vespucci. She shows up pretty often in the apartment but she's not the only girl that visits Ezio.

- Both Christina and Ezio know that they're not exclusive but she pushes him to commit.

- Ezio really likes her but isn't sure if that's what he wants.

- He sometimes steals Altaïrs' guitar and pretends to know how to play to pick up girls.

- One day he learns that his mom and sister are coming to New York.

- Claudia got transferred to an all-girls prestigious high school and his mom arrived with her. For safety. Apparently, Giovanni wanted to keep his wife and daughter as far from Florence as possible.

- Mamma doesn't really approve of her son's lifestyle but she lets him make his own mistakes. She took a liking to Leo and thinks that he has a positive influence on her son.

- Claudia initially felt intimidated in the school and wanted to go back to Italy. However, she learned that in a younger class there's another Italian girl.

- They're not really friends but Claudia and her do hang out a bit. Ezio is glad that his younger sister isn't completely alone in her new school.

- This Sofia girl that Claudia hangs out with is nice after all. She moved a lot in her life so it's easier for her to assimilate than for Claudia.

- He doesn't know that Sofia has a major crush on him.

- But she's just a child in his eyes. There's no way he'd be into someone so young.

- Maybe when Sofia is older she'll catch his attention? Who knows? Sofia definitely hopes for this.

- For now, Ezio just lives every day to its fullest and doesn't care for the future.

Connor Kenway aka the quiet one

- He is either the second oldest or the third oldest (after Ezio) in the apartment (still figuring that one out.) - again 24 or 23

- Vet school student. Very diligent but not straight As. He tries very hard though.

- Unlike everyone else in the apartment, Connor doesn't have an experience of living with siblings or roommates. He's 100% only child and is used to having his stuff only for himself.

- He had a hard time adapting to the "I ate it cuz it didn't have your name on it" and taking stuff without asking culture.

- Ezio may or may not overuse it in the early days.

- He is fine now and got used to living with the Bois.

- I picture him as a child of divorced parents that lived a pretty comfortable life but in the end was very lonely and found himself very often in the crossfire.

- He often traveled to England to see his dad and lived there for a few years. Like his upbringing was split between the two continents.

- Haytham and Connor always had a rocky relationship but currently, they're not even on speaking terms. Nevertheless, he likes his aunt Jenifer and she's his favorite family member in England.

- Connor spent the majority of his upbringing with his mom. Kaniehtí:io definitely is his favorite parent.

- He grew up very close to his Mohawk culture and is very keen on helping his community. He helps as one of the free tutors in a teaching program at the local Indigenous Community Center. He knows that education is important and those kids very often don't get equal chances so he wants to help.

- He teaches the language class too, since he's one of the few remaining fluent speakers of Kanyen'kéha.

- Overall he is very involved in participating in his indigenous culture.

- He might or might not have a crush on a girl that volunteers in this center and he might or might not imagine them living happily ever after with three kids.

- Besides being an active (cuz not really outspoken) in his Community Center, Connor is also a member of his university conservation club.

- He goes to the beach clean-ups almost every weekend and is very good at collecting signatures for pro-environmental petitions. He is a guy on the mission and there's nothing that's going to stop a very determinant Connor Kenway.

- He is the outdoorsy one that drags everyone to spend more time in the wild. Whether it'll be a walk in Central Park or a camping trip outside of the city.

- He helps in the animal shelter because of course he does.

- One day he brought home an Irish Wolfhound named Tatch and fought nail and tooth to let the dog stay. Arno joined him in this fight because he had Irish Wolfhound in his childhood in France. In the end, it was Altaïr that had to convince Bayek to let the dog stay.

- The dog stayed and everyone loves Tatch. Ezio and Arno use him to pick up ladies while walking him (because the dog is the best wingman.) Altaïr claims that the dog is an inconvenience since it costs money and is time-consuming but the guys have seen him petting Tatch while reading way too many times at this point. Altaïr is literally the dad and the dog meme. The Best part? Connor knew from the beginning that the guys will love Tatch.

- He has a sixth sense (heh) when it comes to connecting people with their perfect pets. He'd work in the shelter all the time if he could.

- Connor's room is probably the second cleanest in the household. It has a few clothes let astray, dog toys, and dog hair sticking to the blanket but overall it's ok. Like he wouldn't be embarrassed if anyone saw the state of the room.

- His room is the cozy one. It's very warm and inviting. For some reason, I think it has yellow walls. He has a dream catcher above his bed and multiple plants on the windowsill.

- He stores his belongings and trinkets in Black ash baskets. His favorite one was made by Ziio herself. He tried basket weaving but he really doesn't have a knack for this. This boi doesn't have an artistic bone in his body.

- I think he uses his bed for studying and occasionally a kitchen table so I don't think that he has a desk in his room.

- He does, however, have a lot of sports equipment - dumbbells, baseball set, rock climbing equipment, and maybe even a snowboard or a pair of skis.

- Connor enjoys baseball, both playing and watching. I think that he also enjoys cricket (since he played it while in England) but he'd rather die than admit it.

- He and Jacob bond a bit over England as Connor is the only one who lived there too.

- He is a coffee guy. That's it. That's the entire point. I have nothing else to add.

- Overall Connor is very busy and it's not unusual to not see him very often in the apartment. Nevertheless, whenever Ezio organizes bonding night, Connor will always be there for his friends and roommates.

Arno Dorian aka the dreamer one

- Arno used to be the baby of the household before Jacob moved in. This boi is 22 years old.

- He arrived in NYC to fulfill his big dream of becoming a well-renowned showbusiness headhunter.

- He used to study literature in Paris at Sorbonne University but dropped out. He liked it but decided that it was not something he wanted to do.

- His parents were furious and cut him off financially. Suddenly the rich kid had to fend on his own. Initially, it was like hitting the wall, but that's how he found the poor artists' community. 

- Arno lived with a bunch of artists in a small apartment in Montmartre. It was the place where rich kid Arno learned what is it like to live with roommates and struggle to pay rent.

- This is where he found his true passion - bringing talent to the masses. If he found something interesting, he wanted to share it with people. Arno helped a few artists while still in France reach a wider audience. It made him sure that he finally found his calling.

- He especially likes theater. So, what's a better place to look for a future star than near Broadway?

- He works as a barista in Starbucks in the Theatre District. He misspells the names on purpose but overall his customer service is A+.

- He tries harder than Starbucks is worth it.

- This guy dreams of making it big in the art world and has a bit of childish naivety to him. Yet Arno is still witty and can insult Jacob so that the Englishman will treat it as a compliment. 

-He is a ruthless player of UNO too. Nobody wants to play UNO with Arno because he cheats. His roommates can't prove it (because he is so skilled) but deep inside know that it's impossible to be this lucky. 

- Connor started to get suspicious after he had to draw 57 cards in 3 games in a row. Bless his heart.

- He can make a mean Caffè latte. A skill that Ezio overuses in the mornings.

- Speaking of Ezio, Arno is absolutely in awe of him. Ezio is everything Arno wants to be - handsome, confident, witty, and a ladies' man. 

- Arno is all of those things but he can’t help but compare himself to the older Assassin.

- Unlike Ezio, however, Arno is calmer, softer, and a bit more romantic soul. Don't get me wrong, Ezio is a devil. He can sweep any woman off her feet before she notices what happened. While Ezio is very passionate in his courting, Arno is more of a vanilla romantic. 

- Whenever Arno wants to woo a lady, he'd start by getting her name right if she's in Starbucks. He might draw a little smiley face and a compliment on the cup. Like, "Your hair looks awesome today" or "You have a pretty smile" the non-creepy, friendly ones.

- He also does this when he sees that someone is under the weather. Not because he is super kind but simply because he can brighten up someone's day. He's like - why not?

- If the girl he likes also fancies him, he will try to invite her for a walk in central park or for a coffee 'that is not mass-produced. 

- If the girl agrees, he'll bring her flowers, compliment her and listen to her. 

- Arno is a very good listener whenever you are his friend or potential romantic partner. He pays attention and observes reactions to calculate his next move. He always gives the best advice, especially on relationships.

- If any of the guys reaches a rough patch with their partners, Arno is like their go-to advisor and relationship therapist. During one particularly rough period between Maria and Altaïr, he acted as the mediator and helped them patch things up.

- He utilizes his listening skills in picking the perfect 2nd date location and activities that are altered to his sweetheart's preferences. If she's playful, he'll take her to Coney Island. She loves animals? Central Park Zoo or a walk with Tatch. Art? Metropolitan Museum. Theatre? Broadway! 

- Besides the perfect setting, he'd also try to figure out the love language of his date and act accordingly. All of this while being a perfect gentleman.

- So far, it's working well for him, and he has a long list of phone numbers. 

- Recently, however, he's been smitten with Maria's new roommate - Élise de la Serre. 

- He and Élise actually go way back since they went to primary school together. He was a frequent visitor in the de la Serre household. In this AU Arno wasn't adopted by de la Serre. I always found it strange and unsettling that Arno and Élise grew up together as step-siblings and had a romantic relationship.

- For now, he feels very nervous around her. Something he has never felt around a girl before.

- After Yusuf moved out, Arno moved into his old room. Reason? He didn't want to live next to Ezio because of the noises. Yeah, those noises. The room next to Ezio is like an initiation to the Brotherhood apartment. You can move up in ranks only if someone else moves out.

- Since Arno was the newbie until recently, he had to share the same wall with Ezio for a long time. Now it's Jacob's problem. Lol.

- Arno's room is in the middle on a scale of cleanesss. There are some things out of order, and it's not always decent to show to other people, but he's 100% sure that nothing besides him lives there. He has some sexy posters on the walls and naughty magazines of his own, but they are not as visible as in Ezios' room. Maybe somewhere like on the inside of his door or inside the closet doors. 

 - I don't think Arno has a desk in his room, just like Connor. He doesn't need it, so why should he waste his space? Instead, he has a bookcase.

- Arno reads a lot and the majority of his books are in French. Maybe he has some in German since he speaks it a little because of his Austrian mom, but he's not very keen on the German language, and he doesn't really read in English.

- He also has one of those tacky Eiffel tower figurines on his bookcase. He knows how trashy it is, and he bought it as a joke when he was leaving Paris. The whole thing is also covered in post-it notes with phone numbers to various artists he'd like to work with.

- As stereotypical as it sounds, Arno has the largest closet in the household. This guy likes fashion a lot, and he knows how to dress well. 

- He has actual paintings on the wall, like a true man of culture. Since the fallout with his parents, he doesn't really keep photos of his family, but he has a picture of Scratch, his childhood pet.

- He misses France, but Arno isn't going back before he makes it big. 

Jacob Frye aka the comedic relief one

- Now Jacob is the baby of the house, only 21 years of age. He is barely allowed to drink in the USA! The apartment is his 3rd attempt at independence.

- Before moving to NYC, Jacob lived with his twin sister in London. But she moved in with her boyfriend, Henry Green. For a short period, he lived with them, but Evie informed her younger brother that: two's company, three's a crowd. Jacob had to move out.

- For a while, the younger Frye twin struggled to maintain housing of his own. He got evicted so many times that the landlords didn't want to rent to him anymore.

- Poor Jacob slept in London Underground trains. He preferred this over admitting to his family that he is struggling. After all, if Evie can manage in London, so can he!

- Jacob got involved with London gangs and got in trouble with the police. Since he couldn't appear in the police archives, Jacob broke into the station and stole his folder before it made its way to the database. This stun got the attention of the American Brotherhood, which offered Jacob a better use of his skills. 

- Being the impulsive guy he is, Jacob decided, "why not?" and before he could think his decision through, he was on a plane to America.

- British Brotherhood might or might not plan to get rid of Jacob like this for a while. It's like in Bean: The Movie - American Assassins thought that they get a competent expert, but English just wanted to get rid of an inconvenience.

- The fact that Jacob once almost ruined an entire British economy might or might not influence the decision of the English Brotherhood.

- Jacob got a room that used to belong to Arno. The room is medium in size, bigger than Altaïrs' room for sure, but it didn't take long for Jacob to learn why nobody wants to live there. Approximately, he discovered it after 6 hours since he moved in when Ezio returned with his date.

- Initially, poor Jacob felt like the butt of all jokes in the household. Victim of Ezio and Arno pranks, dangling at the bottom of the food chain. He considered going back to England. Neither Brotherhood nor his roommates treated him seriously. 

- The Bois, however, learned to not judge an idiot by his demeanor when during one mission, it was Jacob that saved their asses. Mr. Fry despises being a reckless idiot, and a comedian is a spectacular assassin. 

- While on a job, Jacob is a master assassin material, focused on his target, quick and efficient. He earned his roommates' respect. He also came up with the retreat plan and a cover-up. It was this mission that humbled his older brethren. It also showed them that Jacob is a diamond in the rough.

- Learning to live with Jacob was a challenge, especially for Connor and Altaïr. His attitude toward Creed annoyed Altaïr. Connor found it difficult to deal with Jacobs' tendencies of borrowing stuff without asking or eating food that clearly did not belong to the English assassin.

- On the other hand, both Ezio and Arno get along with Jacob like a house on fire. Those three are constantly pranking one another. They are wingmen in picking up ladies and compadre in partying.

- If Ezio is the heart of the party, then Jacob is its soul. Jacob is a comedian and loves to bring smiles to people's faces. He sucks at beer pong though. That is why he teams up with Altaïr. Jacob makes the show while Altaïr is actually doing the playing part. 

- He also uses his sense of humor and charisma to pick people up. The Englishman is bisexual after all. He likes galls AND gents. Jacob initially struggled with his sexuality, and he is still figuring himself out. Equally in terms of what he wants to do and who he is.

- He neither studies nor works. He just exists and relies heavily on his roommates and Maria. 

- Speaking of Maria, he really likes her. She reminds him of Evie, but unlike his sister, Maria isn't annoying and is hot. Maria didn't like this comment, and neither did Altaïr.

- Both he and Maria are tea lovers, so they meet for tea sometimes. Jacob knows his tea, and he can distinguish different blends. He even has his own section for different kinds of tea in one of the kitchen cupboards. He also has a special mug that nobody is allowed to use.

- Jacob steals Netflix from Evie and Henry by naming his account 'settings'. Hide in plain sight. I love the idea but I doubt that Netflix was a thing in the early 2000s

- If it wasn't for Ezio, Jacob would get the cake for the dirtiest room in the apartment. It's like after an explosion in there. Jacob simply doesn't care and doesn't mind having a mess.

- His room is a strange one. It is already messy but still lacks a distinguished personality. Like every boi has something that makes their room theirs - Jacob's room - not really.

- He has a photo of his grandma and Evie as well as the Union Jack pillow. You know, the one that every single English person has in their room when they're abroad. Besides those two things, there's not much Jacob in Jacob's space.

- It's because he still feels like his stay with his roommates is temporary, and they will kick him out, just like everyone else did. They will not, even though Altaïr was close a few times.

- This boi is still figuring out who he is and what to do with his life. He spent most of his life in his sister's shadow, so now he has to discover who Jacob Fry really is.

- He's still very young and has time for this. No matter what, he can rely on his new friends.

[mia6363]

Fic Writer Asks 1, 2, and 3

1. From one to five stars, how would you rate your writing? (No downplaying yourself!)

So... I'd probably put myself at a 3.5. I'm proud of myself for what I can create and paint a picture of, but when I look at the authors I admire, I'm so far from them. So I'm always yo-yoing if I want to be more like them or if I want to sharpen my own style.

2. Why do you write fanfiction?

So right now I'm actually taking a break, maybe it will be permanent maybe not. When I started it was to work on character voices, I loved to be able to keep characters in character while stretching the situations they were in. It was so fun, it's why I love AUs so much because it's total character work.

3. What do you think makes your writing stand out from other works?

Hm. So I went to school for screenwriting, which was very awesome and fun. I think it influenced how fast I keep a story moving and how I construct visuals. I'm not very poetic, especially compared to my friends who are more prose-based, and I think that comes from the screenwriting background-- a mixture of keeping things simple but still engaging. I have no idea if this is how my writing comes off though haha.

Thanks so much! <3 Keep the asks coming (if you like!)

[clumsyclifford]

Hi I wanted to get more into writing and you’re one of the best writers I know so I was wondering if you had any advice/tips for a new writer? (Or good starting prompts I have no clue where to even begin)

hi, hello, sorry that i left this sitting in my inbox for so long. ive been alternating between forgetting about it and remembering it but having no idea how to respond, so i'm just gonna start typing while i'm thinking of it and hopefully some inspiration will come as i do.

first off: thank you!!! that's very kind of you to say. i'm flattered that you came to me with this inquiry. before i give you the rest of this, i can direct you to this other ask i answered, which also asked me for writing advice. that answer is more technical and more about the actual process of writing itself rather than sort of the "writer's journey" or whatever, which is what this is.

so...okay. advice. i can do my best, though i will admit i haven't been a new writer in quite a long time, so i don't know how much this will track. that said, i do have the perspective of being able to look back on my past self from when i was a new writer, so i guess here are some suggestions i can give you based on that:

read. this one is surpassingly self-evident but it is true for all writers everywhere and ESPECIALLY good for fanfic writers - read fic. trust me, the quickest way to get an idea of how to write characters is to see how lots of other people are writing them.

write what you want to see written. there's always something!! the best best best place to start writing is filling a gap for the content you would love to read but that no one else is writing. this trick has never failed me. you think anyone else is writing acappella AUs? nope, it's just me. (so far. eyes emoji.) have you ever thought to yourself, "man, i wish someone would write a fic where ____" ?? THAT'S YOUR FIC. write it. go for it. it's all you.

get an editor. a beta, if you will. a second set of eyes who - and this is important - will give you honest and helpful feedback on how to improve your story. genuine caveat: if you don't care about improving then fuck this step. sometimes you just wanna create and you don't want judgement or anything. that's totally valid. but if you want to hone your craft, you need a second opinion, and you need someone who won't just say "this is soooo good!" and omit all the parts that could use a facelift. constructive criticism is your friend. i still remember con crit someone gave me from like five years ago. it made me a better writer.

i am now at a crossroads, because as a fic-writing veteran i want to advise you to not post immediately, and to sit on your writing for a little while and leave and come back to it with fresh eyes, because that is genuinely a good piece of advice. however. i understand the urge to post a fic. validation is always nice!! and i am really not one to talk about delayed gratification. so i'm going to stand by this, but just know that i know it's hypocritical and a little preachy. but there is real value in leaving your fic for even just a few days, untouched, and then returning to it. you start to catch little details, or even bigger ones, and because you refrained from posting it, you have the opportunity to fix those problems. i have gone back and reread some fics that i wrote and then posted in a spur of the moment, and i wish i'd waited to post those ones. there are things i would fix.

obviously this has a dark side, which is that if you keep sitting on a fic and returning to it you're going to keep finding problems with it and then you're just beating a dead horse, but there's a sweet spot in the middle there and i trust you to find it.

and of course the most important piece of advice, which trumps all this other shit i've said:

write. write! just write something. whatever thoughts you're having, write them down. they don't have to form a cohesive story. they don't have to become anything. you have a picture in your mind? describe it. you see two seconds of a scene? put it in words. eventually an idea is going to grab you by the throat and threaten to throw you into the river unless you write it right now this minute. and on the other end of that, you'll have written a story, and that's awesome. writing anything at all is amazing, because you told a story where a story didn't exist. you put words together that had never been put together that way before. you created something unique. well done.

NOW as to prompts!!! i can direct you to my prompts tag. unfortunately i'm not sure how much more specific i can be with this, because everyone feels differently about different kinds of prompts. for example, i personally prefer dialogue prompts to scenario prompts, because i think dialogue prompts still leave the opportunity to write any scenario at all, as long as you can fit the dialogue in there. on the flip side i know there are people who prefer scenario prompts specifically because it gives you the exact scenario in which the characters find themselves, and they can be doing or saying more or less whatever you decide, but you don't have to choose the AU/circumstances because they've been chosen for you. different strokes, different folks! i recommend choosing one that inspires you and seeing what you do with it. if you get stuck, try again. there's no limit to the number of prompts you can steal for your own personal gain. go absolutely insane.

i hope this was helpful, though i know it may not have been. if i had left this ask in my inbox any longer it may have begun gathering dust and i didn't want to leave you completely hanging. good luck!!! i have faith in you. and feel free to swing by with any more questions/inquiries which i will once again try to answer to the best of my abilities. xoxo