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blxxdyvalentine19xx · 3 years

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We always answer, you hear me!

Pairing: Chase Hudson (lil huddy) x Rook Cappelletty

Warnings: swearing

cursed ships seem to be my vibe, this might be the most cursed so far 😅

Rook was supposed to be packing his suitcase; he had to be on the road for a while as Colson was going back out on a tour. At this point he was only dragging his heels and pulled Chase into a sleepy cuddle. "Fuck being ready for tour, I don't want to let go of you yet" He mumbled out; cracking a grin when Chase's arms came around his neck settling there.

"He'll have my head on a sliver platter if your aren't ready because of me" Chase mumbled as his boyfriend was procrastinating the act of packing. "Get packed and then you can waste time cuddling me" he said as he burrowed his head into the crook of Rook's neck.

Letting go of a reluctant groan; Rook admitted it was effortless for Chase to make him do what had to be done. "Trust when I say I'm wasting as much time as possible." Rook slipped out of the cuddle and got up.

Instantly; Chase regretted telling Rook to get up the second the cold morning air hit. "Waste your time but don't complain to me when Kells whines about you not being ready" he grinned and stole Rook's pillow so the drummer couldn't easily crawl back into bed.

Rook leaned into for a kiss and smiled when Chase's fingers ran through his hair. "You make me hate getting up somedays" straightening back up; he haphazardly kicked his suitcase out from under his bed.

Looking up when he heard Rook mumble about some t shirt; realizing the one his boyfriend was talking about; Chase shook his head as he let himself fall forward so he was at he foot of the bed. "Mind leaving that one here?" He was partial to Rook's cutoffs; specifically the orange and black bleach dyed one.

"Wha-" he glanced over at his boyfriend and shrugged. "Sure, as long as it stays in one piece" Rook smiled as the raven haired boy came up taking the shirt from him and hugged him.

Chase slipped the shirt over his head; taking a photo and sending it to Rook. "I like it too much to let anything happen to it" he threw his phone aside and took a breath flicking his hair out of his eyes.

Rook finished packing and checked his phone; smiling as he received the photo Chase sent him; setting it as Chase's contact photo. "I know, I think you wear it more than I do" he ran his fingers through his messy hair and slipped a shirt and dark jeans on.

Couple days later

Coming off the high of the first concert of the tour; Rook chose to take advantage of the quiet. Retreating to his bunk; he grabbed his phone and facetimed Chase. Running a hand through his hair he consciously pulled the chain of his xx necklace in between his lips.

Just making last call for the finishing of his music video; Chase answers his phone; smiling as Rook popped up on screen. "And so he lives" he pushed his friends off him and took a moment to find a quiet stairwell.

"For the most part" Rook smiled happily seeing that Chase had his shirt on; paired with a number of layered necklaces and a leather jacket. "Kells has been at me all day about being mopey and stuff" he missed Chase; they hadn't been apart for longer than a day or two at a time since last year.

"Of course he is" Chase looked back up and grinned as Rook curled up with a blanket that was actually his (Chase's). "So you have it, I wondered where that went." He admitted it was fitting seeing as he had Rook's shirt.

He nodded and managed to set his phone up in a way he didn't have to hold it. "Needed something that smelled like you, been a rough couple days away." Rook spoke and rolled his eyes: hearing Kells walking towards his bunk.

"Ayee Rookie!" Kells rang out with the intention of the usual hazing and decided against it once he realized Rook was on call with Chase. "Never mind, I'll catch you later" he mumbled and retreated "say hi for me!"

Figuring there was a good reason Kells chose against hazing Rook; Chase shook his head and stretched out. "Whatever he comes up with don't tell me about it."

Few months later - Cleveland Ohio - Rook's birthday week.

Rook took a moment to call Chase and raised an eyebrow when the video call was declined. "Okayy"

Chase checked his phone as it rang and dropped the call. "Shit, you're too on the nose" he bit his lip and called Rook on a voice call. Shushing Johnny; Rook's father and stepped outside. "Hey, what's up?" Chase was in Ohio as per Kells' doing and him being there was supposed to be a surprise for Rook's birthday.

"Not a lot, had some down time before the guys want to go out" Rook wqs admittedly a little worried as it was rare they didn't answer video calls. "Everything's okay?" He asked.

"Yeah, mm just a little busy" he said; drawing a hand though his hair and letting go of a breathy sigh. "Guess I miss you, baby" Chase said as they talked. "Had a video shoot this morning so Its been chaos."

Rook's birthday - October 13th

Pulling into the parking lot of the 27 club coffeeshop; Kells rook a moment to tie a EST bandanna over Rook's eyes. "Can you see?" He asked; waving his hand in front of his friend's eyes.

"No, not at all" Rook wasn't sure what Kells was up to and shrugged. "What are you up to Kells?" He asked as Kells guided him.

"Shut up and don't ask questions, Rookie" he mumbled pulling the door to the coffeeshop open and grinned as Chase was where he said he'd be at the bar. "Just...trust me, it's not a stripper."

"It best fuckin' not be" Rook spoke and slapped Colson's hand away "I've got Chase to answer to back at home." He really wasn't the one Into strippers and all that stuff and he didn't entirely trust Colson currently.

"Or you could answer to him now" Colson snapped his fingers in Chase's direction. Gesturing for him to come over.

Chase grinned hearing what Rook said and shook his head, smiling as the drummer was clearly in the dark.

Catching wind of what smelt like Chase's cologne; Rook starred to say something a s was caught off guard when a set of arms came around his shoulders from the front. "What the he-" he managed to pull the bandanna down and grinned when he was met with Chase's stark blue eyes. "Oh my god" Rook pulled his boyfriend into a hug; holding him close and smiling.

His shoulders relaxed for what felt like the first time in months when Rook's arms wrapped around his waist. "Was all Kells, that's why I couldn't take your call." Chase buried his head in Rook's neck and smiled as Rook's fingers carded through his hair.

Rook held Chase to him and let himself fall into a sense of being home. "You had me worried sick yesterday" he mumbled; cuffing Chase's head lightly. "We answer always, you hear me?" Rook had been up half the night thinking something had happened to the boy.

Colson cracked out a laugh and smiled as Rook sassed Chase for not answering. "You could have asked, Rook, I would have told yah" he ordered himself and Rook a drink and Chase an obviously mocktail version of 'the joker'

Later in the night

Chase grinned and fought off a playful Rook who pulled him into a hug afterwards. "Get over being annoyed yet?" He asked; kissing Rook softly when the drummer backed him up against the counter. "Or you still mad at me?'

"Mm, I got over that earlier" Rook whispered; returning the kiss when Chase's arms came around his neck. "You know i love you, right?" He asked his boyfriend and tucked a stray piece of hair behind Chase's ear.

Hearing Rook say their first 'I love you' made him smile; realizing he was In love with the drummer warmed his heart as they stood there wrapped in a hug. "You know i love you too?" Chase mumbled back.

Johnny smiled as his son's shoulders were at ease for once, seeing his son so calm and happy was nice. It made him worry leas about how the man was doing. "You two know the rules about being all mushy in the kitchen." He spoke up and grinned as Rook's cheeks turned pink with a blush.

#chase hudson #lil huddy #jp rook cappelletty #rook cappelletty #rookxx fanfiction #machine gun kelly #colson baker #mgk

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atinykidult · 4 years

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The Wind in His Ears — Choi San

[angst w/fluff] [2221 words] — A prompt taken overboard, wherein San loses his heart but finds it again. Disbandment!au, be warned. No tws except for loneliness (and reference of sex, I guess)

[prompt] — Travel!au, strangers to lovers, “That was a very bad idea. 0/10 would not recommend.”

[dedication] — If you like soft or sexy stuff please check out @sanflowerseeds‘s works! They’re phenomenal (and written by an also phenomenal person!) I’m so sorry this took so long! I love you, Nanda, and hope you’re doing well!

[a/n] — This may be my worst fic ever, bc it has gone through so many directional changes. But it’s been a WIP so long, I just wanted it posted haha If you have time, please leave me some notes on what went wrong/right! Thank you for reading!

When Choi San hits his mid-thirties and feels his joints crackle a few decibels too loudly, he knows his body won’t take much more. So when their second round of contract negotiations roll around, his decision has already been made for him.

But when Hongjoong delivers the official group stance, his heart still cracks.

And when they have their final performance, San’s the last one to cry.

Because his tears will last the longest.

The crack in his heart spreads into a veritable canyon in his world.

A scattering wind blows through that empty cavern, pulling Hongjoong to mentoring a new rookie group and Jongho to OST deals. But San gets to stand with Yeosang at his wedding; he grabs coffee with Wooyoung every other week, usually...

So San pretends he’s fine for six months.

After all… Mingi sends memes to the group chat all the time—

And Seonghwa makes sure to Facetime regularly—

San wanders the streets of Seoul, hands stuffed in his pockets, the loud wind in his ears for his only company. At home, whenever he stands up stiffly, there’s only him to laugh at his cracking joints. Well… he laughs at himself, to begin with. Then he doesn’t laugh.

One day, he’s wandering the streets again when he sees it. An ad for a travel agency.

There’s only wind in his ears as he considers it.

“A toast to San!” announces Hongjoong, voice forcibly cheerful. “Who’s going on a world tour!”

Eight glasses are lifted in the air; seven pairs of eyes look incredibly worried.

Someone wraps themselves around San as other voices chime in.

“San, fighting!”

“Let’s gooo!”

“World travel!” someone shouts in English.

San’s heart both heals and breaks again as he looks at his seven friends who dropped everything to wish him well.

“I’ll be back before you know it,” he tells them wetly.

Maybe it’s Jongho’s knowing eyes that make him shed the first tear.

Maybe it’s how the others all know how much he’s hurting, and how utterly relieved San feels to be back with these seven other people.

No matter the reason, San cries at this moment, clinging to his former groupmates as they hug him goodbye. There’s promises to text, proclamations of staying up just for video chats. There’s also seven whispers of the same sentiment: I hope this can help you heal.

He meets you in a coffeeshop. Your coffeeshop, actually.

It’s his second visit, and for some reason, it’s one of his favorite places he’s found in his travels. Something about its atmosphere draws him in. The warmth. The way it has nooks where he can sit and people-watch. The way the food tastes nearly perfect every time. The way it’s so empty when he comes in for his breakfast.

The way it’s just a minute’s walk from his hotel.

Correction: It is his favorite establishment he’s found in his grand travel.

Truthfully...

The “grand travel” hasn’t been so grand. He’s jumped around the world a little, going wherever the wind blows, renting a room for however long the wind calms down. Leaving for the next city or town whenever it gets worse.

On good days, he can look around himself and feel his heart stir a little. Because he’s gotten to see some incredible things.

On bad days, he can feel the wind utterly drop. When it does, he’ll look around himself. He’ll wonder if he really wanted to see Canada that one time. Or if he just chose a country 12 hours different from Korea because maybe, just maybe, flipping his clock completely could flip his life around, too.

Today’s one of the better days, actually.

As he hands you his payment, you offer small talk.

Ask about his day.

He tells you he’s fine, that he could be much worse off, truly believing it. (But also believing he could be much better off, too.)

Something in your gaze seems to understand him.

“And how’s your day?” he offers, his pronunciation a little messy.

“It exists,” you reply.

A mirror of him, at heart.

He comes into your coffeeshop the next day and knows it’s just going to be a daily thing until he leaves this city.

That one booth in the back left corner… It has good seats.

As he settles down with the same order he had gotten the last two days, he catches your eye. Smiles with his lips.

And something about that one thing makes him realize.

He hasn’t truly had anything like this in a while. The same food, three days in a row. Someone who’s met his eyes, three days in a row.

It’s another good day.

The howling wind grows just a little quieter.

“Two orders of today’s special and an einspänner?” you ask as he moves to the counter.

His eyebrows furrow. “Oh?”

“You’ve been here three days straight, exact same order,” you smile, “first customer of the day.”

“Ah.” He takes a moment to gather his words, unsure if this was accusatory or just observation. “I didn’t know. I’m sorry. I can—”

“No! It’s, ah, it’s nice. You’re always very pleasant, to me.” He recalls that first encounter, how you had seemed to understand the weight of his few words. “Are you a tourist? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you before this week.”

“You could say so.”

“Any plans for today?”

The wind pushing him around never made plans.

“Not really,” he admits.

“Taking it as you go?”

“You could say so.” He notices how you look at him with a measuring look. One that makes him feel seen, and he hasn’t felt that way for a very long time. But it isn’t an unwelcome feeling. “Do you have any recommendations? On what to do? Things you like?”

You smile bittersweetly. “I have some ideas.”

“Can you tell me a few?” The words come out of San’s mouth without thinking.

At that moment, the door opens with a whoosh, and another customer steps in.

“Tell... tell you what,” you say. “I have an employee coming in in half an hour. If you would like the company, I can give you those suggestions over a second cup of coffee?”

Meeting your eyes, something in him feels like hiding. But something else in him leaps at the offer. “I’m a slow eater. So yes.”

You smile again, a little wider.

His lips, too, twitch upwards of their own volition.

That day, San makes an itinerary for the first time on his trip—and, maybe, a friend.

After a long day of hiking, San collapses on his hotel room bed and feels a stirring of optimism in his chest. The weariness in his bones almost feels familiar. He had collapsed like this many times after concerts or performances.

He stares at the ceiling, consciously wondering for the first time on this trip, if he’s ready to face the wind.

His eyes land on his suitcase.

His hands move to unpack it.

And the wind in his ears, again, gets a little quieter.

As he walked into your coffeeshop the next day, he asks you to sit with him from the get-go.

You peer into his eyes, spotting equal measures of hope and uncertainty, and immediately drop your paperwork. “Of course.”

His conversation is nice; his personality is nicer. (Possibly his skin is nicest, but that’s irrelevant.)

Your conversations continue, and by the tenth day, you’re sharing the thoughts that sometimes scare you. From your worries about disappointing everyone to wondering if your degrees even mattered... you spill it all out. He does the same.

Which is scary, because you’ve only known him for ten days. Seven, really.

Based on the way he’s ducking his head right now, his story hanging in the air sadly, he must feel similarly.

(He hasn’t told anyone about his story, his sad state, since he left Korea. He doesn’t share every detail, but he says enough that both he and the wind in his ears feel very shaken.)

Forty minutes later, he stands to leave, and you hear some joints crack.

“Maybe the chiropractor?”

His smile in response is remorseful.

You stand, too, and feel your neck crack a little.

“Maybe we both can go?”

And the smile is a little less sad.

You have known San for two weeks now, and today, he enters the shop much more confidently than usual. With a shy smile (but genuine, you realize), he shows you pictures of a lake you had directed him to. He had caught it on a good day. As he lets you scroll through the pictures, you find that someone must have taken his picture for him.

You want to say something meaningful as you study the way his skin has grown so golden in these two weeks. The way his smile reaches his eyes.

“You look nice here,” you say simply.

That shy smile turns larger.

You don’t know if this is a bad habit, dropping everything to share breakfast with San every morning. But, what did it hurt anything? After you asked your employees to come in early to cover for you, they agreed too quickly.

Because they are amazing humans, you think.

And because they are ridiculous humans, they smile knowingly at each other as either you or him look at the other for a moment too long.

And, because you both are pathetic, San and you never notice.

By the third week, you wonder why you haven’t exchanged phone numbers.

Naturally, then, you laugh and casually give him your number after he admits getting lost yesterday.

“I know you’re not a damsel in distress or anything, but next time… just call me if you get lost.”

He doesn’t mean to look at you so intently after that, but he does.

You don’t look away.

Swallowing, he wonders if you can see the lingering sadness he feels, the wind still throwing him off balance sometimes. The weight of knowing how worried his hyungs are for him, the fear that he had done something to his body when he was younger, so it was all his fault somehow...

But as your gaze slips to his lips for just a moment, he also wonders if you are seeing what thousands of fans had once seen. Something worthy.

When your gaze moves back to his eyes, and you start talking about nonsense, he knows: You could see it all, and more, even.

San feels something stir in his chest, something warmer and kinder and more enticing than the thrall of dancing to thousands of cheers.

When he finally finds it in himself to say goodbye, he can’t help but ask. “Can I call you when I’m not lost, too?”

Three days after that, San wakes and feels an impossibly strong urge to sing. Just something bright and loud. Something hopeful.

He pictures your coffeeshop and your face.

And he feels himself smiling widely.

Opening his phone, his fingers type faster than the wind:

Heading your way in 10 :)

That weekend, you go drinking together.

You’re both tipsy, sitting in a bar booth with your sides pressed together, and everything comes to head.

You’re both tipsy and warm, filters long lost, when San pours out the rest of the story to you. The side of the story that the wind in his ears usually hid in white noise.

It’s a euphoric story with deafeningly beautiful highs, but also a heartbreaking one with devastatingly ugly lows. But as he pours out the joys of standing on stage, of the laughter-filled, starlit walks back to the dorms, you know it was worth it to him.

And you also come to know, he didn’t choose to quit.

He keeps pouring drinks; keeps pouring out his emotional, earnest soul.

Midway through the night, your dulled head has just enough awareness to realize you are in love with that soul.

And as you have to wave away another glass, you will always hold onto the magnificent moment when he admits: “But I don’t feel sad about any of it when I’m with you.”

The next day, you wake up at your place. San’s lying beside you.

“Morning,” he groans.

If your head and body didn’t hurt so much, that alone would have inspired you to restart last night’s activities.

“Everything hurts,” you groan.

“Same.”

Your legs are slightly brushing each others, but your torsos aren’t touching. It makes you feel sad. Then something in you melts when he shifts his weight closer to you so they are.

“Are”—you yawn—”we going to that… ugh…. waterfall today?”

“Not after last night.” He buries his face against your hair.

“Yeah…” Your head throbs, and you groan again. “That was a very bad idea, 0/10 would not recommend.”

San makes an offended sound in the back of his throat. “The alcohol or the sex?”

Yawning again, you can barely reply. “You know which one.”

He kisses your head and yawns as well. “Let’s do it again sometime.”

“Soon.”

“Soon?”

“But... not right now.”

After yawning together, he chuckles against your hair. “Yeah, sleep... for now.”

As you both close your eyes again, San can only hear two things:

One, the steady rhythm of your breathing.

Two, the soft hum of your ceiling fan.

He falls asleep knowing:

There’s no wind.

[ateez taglist] — @seongghwaa @s1ardusk @yunwoo @toffee-hwa @yunhowhoitiss @sippn-the-tae @yeocult @barsformars (thank you for your support! I love y’all so much!!! <3 <3 <3)

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heich0e · 3 years

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Soooo manyyyyy:

1. Levi meeting Roomie for the first time.

2. Levi reading the reader’s essay for the first time.

3. When he realized that he was into rookie.

4. The car scene for sure — especially after he dropped her off. He is gonna shut down and ghost I know it 🤚🏼😩😭

6. Hanji catching Levi staring a bit longer than he would normally do, noticing that something happened between them.

7. When they were studying together in the library.

8. When Petra came in to the coffeeshop.

9. When he tipped 30 cents.

10. Every time rookie doesn’t get the hint.

11. When reader finds out about her application results. 🙃

omg what a WEALTH OF OPTIONS!!! also if i was writing every time rookie doesn't get the hint from Levi's POV it would be approx. 50k words LMAO

QUESTION bc I am NOSY: if there were any scenes in percolate that you could see from Levi's POV, which ones would they be?

#liv got mail

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fromiftowhen · 3 years

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Tagged by @poppypickle! Not tagging anyone, but this was super fun.

How many works do you have on AO3?

35. It would be more if I moved fic over from ff.net from prior fandoms.

What’s your total AO3 word count?

299679 - it makes me anxious that this is so close to 300K. And all but 31K of that is from 2020 on, even though I've been posting fic on ao3 since 2016.

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

your heartbeat on the high line (once in twenty lifetimes)

in a straight line down

a great honor to hold you up

something new to fall into

i’ll find it at my own pace

Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

Sometimes, but not always. And I do feel guilty about that. I get easily overwhelmed and then feel bad if I miss one and don't want to just repeat the same “thanks!” for every comment.

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

I’m not one for angsty endings in my own fic, honestly. I don't think any of them would be called angsty, unless you mean one of the WIPs I haven't yet finished 😂

Do you write crossovers? If so, what is the strangest one you’ve written?

I never have, but I absolutely would write a Chicago PD/The Rookie crossover, because I need Tim and Jay to meet and to get to imagine Tim and Hailey smiling at each other.

It occurs to me now that YHBOTHL had characters from two different shows and I did cross-post for FBI, but I don't know that it really counts.

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Not really. Someone commented on an Upstead fic saying I “over describe” everything and make it hard to follow. 🤷‍♀️ Definitely don't think I'm the writer for them, then.

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I absolutely write smut. I like fun, feelingsy smut, I typically have a “two for her, one for him” rule, and there will absolutely be smirking and eye rolling and hands in hair.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I'm aware of, but I hope someone would reach out if they ever came across this!

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I have! It’s fun when you're good friends with the person and love their writing style and have similar character headcanons etc.

What’s your all-time favorite ship?

All-time is tough. Maybe Pacey/Joey? They just had it ALL. ALL the tropes - enemies to friends to lovers, sharing a bed, trapped together, secret dating, spontaneous argument kiss, second chance romance, pining, forced to be dance partners, fake dating (kind of) - and there was angst and genuine romance and flirting.

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

I sadly have too many WIPs currently. I'm pretty sure I’ll eventually finish them all, but honestly, the guilt is eating me alive 😂 There is a Chenford WIP post-2x12 that'll probably never be finished and shouldn't have been posted as a multi-chapter (I am not talking about the coffeeshop AU, don't come at me.)

What are your writing strengths?

Hmm. I think I write dialogue well, so that it's in character and believable (in that way that fictional men in fic can be even more open and adoring than they appear onscreen) and I hope the flirting and the smut reads as fun and sexy and believable.

What are your writing weaknesses?

I am a slow writer and I’m not very well disciplined. I don't stick to schedules and I know that probably annoys people to no end. I admire those who can. When writer's block gets me, it really gets me. And I don't think I describe locations all that well.

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

I think it needs to be believable for the character? If it's not happened on screen, I don't really need it to be a thing in fic. And I personally wouldn't do it, just because I only speak English (and Latin - to the extent anyone “speaks” it) and wouldn't trust a translation to be accurate in most cases.

What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Honestly, I don’t remember? It was either ER (Carby) or Gilmore Girls (Literati). Those two and CSI were my earliest fandoms (not ships - I shipped Pacey/Joey and a million others before I really knew fandom) and their timing really overlaps.

What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

I’m really not sure. Different ones for different reasons -- a great honor to hold you up because it made me get back into writing after many years. Maybe your heartbeat on the high line because it showed me I could devote time and energy to something long-term and be proud of the outcome.

#fic talk #my fic

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seattlekrakenpromptmeme · 2 years

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Themes

Saturday, April 15th — Fuck Portland (Washington as Character): Seattle Tourism ∘ Washington Living ∘ Pacific Northwest Mythology and Folklore ∘ Coffeeshop, Tech, and Music AUs

Sunday, April 16th — 12 Draft Picks (Rookies & AHL Call-Ups): Coming of Age ∘ Rookie Initiation ∘ Age Gap/Age Difference ∘ Punk, Social Media, and Small Town AUs

Monday, April 17th — Down In the Deep (Kraken Aesthetics): Monsters Made Them Do It ∘ Sex Pollen ∘ Canadian Cascadia Shack ∘ Fishing, Pirate, and Marine Biologist AUs

Tuesday, April 18th — 4 Alternates, No Captain (Vets & the Leadership Core): Right Place, Wrong Time ∘ Future Fic ∘ Career-Ending Injury ∘ Non-Hockey Seattle Sports AU

Wednesday, April 19th — Greater Seattle Polycule (Players in Situations): Genderswap/Cis-swap ∘ Gay Bars ∘ And They Were Roommates ∘ Curtain Fic, Kid Fic, and Historical AUs

Thursday, April 20th — Squid Squad (Romance & Friendship): Accidental Marriage ∘ Friends to Lovers ∘ Huddling For Warmth ∘ Sugar Daddy, Werewolves, and Pacific Rim AUs

Friday, April 21st — Yeet The Fish (The Whole Team!): Team as Family ∘ Fake/Pretend Relationship ∘ Red Thread of Fate ∘ Modern Royalty, Urban Fantasy, and Sentinel AUs

Saturday, April 22 — Last day to post fanworks!

AO3 Collection.

Rules.

FAQ.

Confused by a prompt? Hit up our ask box or check Fanlore's list of tropes and genres.

#themes

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openheartfanfics · 4 years

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Ethan x F!MC AU

One Shot

A First - @ethanramseysrookiexox

An eventful encounter - @mm2305 During one of her trips in town, Olivia meets the newly-arrived Dr. Ramsey. A Regency-era AU.

Beautiful Stranger - @liaromancewriter Ethan Ramsey wasn’t looking forward to tonight, and then he met the woman of his dreams.

Bridges: A World War II AU - @inlocusmads When all seems hopeless, Dr Ethan Ramsey, a newly appointed military doctor, turns to books and songs as a way to cope.

Can't Help Falling - @liaromancewriter When Ethan Ramsey attends a night at the opera, little does he know that his life will never be the same. Once again.

Carriage Ride - @tveitertotwrites After a little incident, Claire and Prince Ethan take a ride in a carriage.

Coming To You - @tveitertotwrites Claire is an actress working on a new medical TV show and meets Ethan through it.

Courageous Care - @amortentiaopenheart Ethan helps a young intern during triage. [1.1]

Cover Me - @jerzwriter Casey enjoys her first day in Boston, eager to start a new life; when an unwelcomed guest from her past forces her to ask a handsome stranger for a favor.

Cover Me… (Naughty Edition) - @jerzwriter ♥ This is another version of the fic Cover Me. “Casey enjoys her first day in Boston, eager to start a new life; when an unwelcomed guest from her past forces her to ask a handsome stranger for a favor.” But in this version, Ethan is not a gentleman.

Distance Makes the Heart Grow Fonder - @headoverheelsforramsey What would Open Heart Second Year Chapter 1 look like if it was Meera instead of Ethan that went to the Amazons?

Part 1 | Part 2

Finally at home - @perriewinklenerdie Witness Protection Program takes him away from her for 6 years. Will everything be just like he remembered, or did time play a cruel joke on him?

Friendship & New Beginnings (OH/Hollywood U crossover) - @theartoflovingthomashunt Hunt and Ethan share a drink before Hunt's wedding.

Hope and Dreams - @lucy-268 Friends discuss graduation and futures. (OHxTNA MC crossover) Feat. Ethan Ramsey, Sam Dalton

I'd like to be.... - @ethanramseytwilight Catherine is at a café, studying when she comes across a mysterious man.

It’s Time to Say Goodbye - @oofchoices Where mc left for the amazon instead

Last Night Alive - @rookie-ramsey What if Ethan was in that room? AU to chapters 10-11.

Lemon curls and latte art - @junggoku coffeeshop au

Love the Way You Lie - @headoverheelsforramsey Hollywood star Meera Bose is running from a scandal when she stumbles upon a stranger, Ethan Ramsey, but there is more to this man than it shows.

Marooned - @trappedinfanfiction When a sudden storm rolls over the mountains, world renowned doctor Ethan Ramsey is stuck in a cabin with a woman when he would rather be alone. If only they could get along. TW: mention of animal death

Maybe - @perriewinklenerdie Harper and Ethan have a son. The only thing is, there’s more to the story, and Claire just stumbled upon the truth. Feat. Bryce x Harper x Ethan x MC

Mystery Unlocked: A Night of Intrigue at Edenbrook - @storyofmychoices Ethan keeps skipping out on their Escape the Room group date nights, so they bring the mystery to him. Feat. Bryce Lahela x F!OC, Ethan Ramsey x F!MC, Tobias Carrick x F!MC

Noise of The Void - @the-pale-goddess ♥ Drunk and desperate, Ethan calls for his old flame, hoping to discipline his disobedient mind. Feat. Ethan x Harper

Plane Crash AU - @openheart12 Based on the plane crash in Grey’s Anatomy. TW: death, blood, plane crash

Crashing Down | Grounded

Paws of Love - @amortentiaopenheart Jenner takes a liking to a stranger.

Please Drive! - @mm2305 They jump into your car breathless and tell you to keep driving

Secret - @starrystarrytrouble ☁ Ethan and MC are head of rival Diagnostic teams at Mass Kenmore and Edenbrook. They should hate each other… but they don’t.

Sweet Amity - @amortentiaopenheart 🦚 What if Ethan and MC were of the same age, at the same school, when Ethan's mom left the family? How would MC react to finding Ethan crying in his bedroom?

Sweet Dreams, TN - @theinvisibledreamergirl ♥ What if my MC didn’t get her place at Edenbrook Hospital in her first year and her boyfriend did? And what if she’s a surgical resident in the 2nd year?

Swing From the Fences - @inlocusmads Jane unfortunately, loses her form. Coach Ramsey is not disappointed and is determined to help her get into a proper shape. [MMA AU]

The Man From the Bar - @luvsyana When Ethan is at a bar near University of Washington, a bunch of rowdy medical students shows up.

The Past In The Future - @drakewalkerfantasy After three people got trapped inside with the toxin, a man claiming to be the Doctor came out of nowhere. [Doctor Who AU]

The Viper - @jamespotterthefirst Detective Ramsey is a step closer to capturing a notorious criminal. If only Miss Allende, a key witness, would cooperate.

Ticket of Love - @daddyethanramsey middle school au

Time After Time - @boneandfur 🌟 It's New Year's Eve in 1915 and Nurse Helena is on leave for 12 hours. Will she be able to say what's in her heart when she runs into Dr Ethan Ramsay, her superior at the field hospital, or will they run out of time?

We Could Be Heroes - @takeharryandgo He’s a doctor and she’s a nurse stationed on the USS Solace at Pearl Harbor on December 7, 1941. [WWII AU]

What If The Closest We Get To The Moment Is Now - @queenbirbs ♥ AU where Ethan is an ER attending and MC is a paramedic, but they still manage to fall in love.

When Husbands Become Prey - @lilyoffandoms Ⓜ The evening takes a turn for the bizarre. Feat. Bryce Lahela x F!OC, Ethan Ramsey x F!MC, Tobias Carrick x F!MC

When Husbands Become Prey 2: They Know What's Coming - @jerzwriter Bryce Lahela x F!OC, Ethan Ramsey x F!MC, Tobias Carrick x F!MC

With You - @jamespotterthefirst ♥ They sleep together in Miami after their first kiss.

Worth the Price of Admission - @jerzwriter Ethan’s friends drag him to a street fair where he finds himself enchanted by a beautiful stranger. (Casey’s in Med School at Harvard)

You are me, I am you (literally) - @junggoku body swap au

Your Biggest Fan - @jamespotterthefirst When he is forced to promote his new book on social media, an insolent stranger points out a mistake in his research.

SUBMIT OPEN HEART FICS & WRITERS HERE

#ethan au #ethan ramsey #ethan x mc #ethan ramsey x mc #open heart #open heart fanfic #open heart fanfiction #choices open heart #open heart fanfics #choices oh #choices fanfic

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yuebyleya · 3 years

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Coffeeshop Bulldog Amsterdam

So Bulldog has many locations with many different coffeeshops, bars and hotels. It's one of the most touristic coffeeshops in Amsterdam. The prices are pretty high compared to less touristic coffeeshops. BUT they have good drinks, and some of their locations (just like the one on Leidseplein) serve alcohol. I personally don't give a shit about alcohol, but some of my good friends do :) So if you want to go to a coffeeshop and drink a beer or cocktail while smoking weed, Bulldog is a good place to go. The one on Leidseplein has a nice view over the square, and is nearby the shopping streets and nearby Rookies. The other location I went to is nearby the Oude kerk (The old church). There you can sit next to the canal, which is a calmer vibe than the Bulldog at Leidseplein.

Weed: 3/5 (because of the prizes lol)

Hash: 3/5

To chill: 3/5 (as a non-alcohol drinker)

service: differs per day per location. There are really nice people working at Bulldog, but I've also had one bad experience.

#amsterdam #coffeeshop #review

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lonelypond · 3 years

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A Coffeeshop Christmas Carol, Ch. 6

NicoMaki, HonoKotoUmi, Love Live, 2.4K, 6/?

Summary: We see what Professor Sonoda's day is like.

An Umi Day

A yawn. Soft hair tickling her nose. Honoka probably, Umi thought, smiling. Had the alarm gone off? No, something else had woken her. Umi opened her eyes. Kotori was staring, a lost look in her eyes that worried Umi. Perhaps New York was lonely and that was why Kotori was pushing them to spend the holiday there?

“Kotori?”

“Eeep?!?!?!” An adorable jump accompanied the squeal. Kotori wrapped her kimono closer, the cranes flying across the blue a soothing morning view.

“Is there something worrying you?”

Kotori shook her head, biting her lip. Umi considered kicking Honoka awake, but decided Honoka needed sleep and Kotori needed some individual attention. Their relationship was a garden Umi tended carefully.

“Let’s talk over coffee.”

“I wanted to visit that coffeeshop today.”

Umi grabbed her bathrobe, glancing back at a soundly sleeping Honoka. Bakery hours and Kotori time made for long days.

“Why don’t we let Honoka sleep in and come back and surprise her with our ratings of her pastries? She’s been perfecting her cheese danishes.”

“Ooohh.” A gleam in Kotori’s eye. Umi was pleased.

“Just give me five minutes.”

“What about your exercises?”

“I will do a warm up form while you pick your coat for today,” Umi pulled Kotori into a tight hug. “And we can walk briskly. I’m sure you will need to burn some calories in advance.” Umi teased lightly, relishing the feel of Kotori relaxing into her embrace. Perhaps it was time for an adjustment in the geographical distribution of their relationship.

###

Umi paused and lowered her violin. She had been demonstrating the different effects of bouncing a bow sautillé or spiccato on an Antonio Vivaldi piece but Nana Nakagawa was paying no attention, very unusual for the usually diligent sophomore.

“Nan, is something concerning you?”

Nana’s expression turned discomfited and she lowered her own bow and violin, gray eyes wide behind her glasses. “My apologies, Professor Sonoda. I am allowing other concerns to distract me.”

Umi gestured to a stool with her bow, sitting herself to encourage Nana to engage, “If you are preoccupied with something serious enough to disturb your focus, perhaps discussing it will help.”

Nana sat and said nothing and Umi was about to pick up her bow and begin again when words rushed out of her pupil, “I scheduled an audition after this, for a singing role, and I’ve never done anything like that before, well, never on a public stage, just in choirs and choruses and I don’t know what to do, or if I want to stay on the conducting track, but nothing feels like singing...at karaoke, even, just the way people NOTICE…” Gray eyes were gleaming and the bow was conducting an imaginary audience.

Ah, Umi could make a jump from those clues. “So you’re auditioning for A Christmas Carol and…”

Umi hoped her pupil's speeding words would continue.

“If I like it, really like it, what am I going to do, my parents already had to deal with me not being an engineer or a pre med, will they just think I’m a dilettante? I can’t tell them, Professor Sonoda, I just can't, but if I get a part, I’ll have to explain why I’m staying on campus.”

Time to interrupt the panic. Raising a hand to quiet Nana, Umi spoke,“First, audition. Do your tasks in their proper order. There may be nothing to tell your parents.”

Her audience doubted that statement but was willing to devote some thought to it, “So don’t plan my post audition life yet?”

Umi nodded, “Exactly. You are worrying about conversations that may not be required. You should save your energy and focus on communicating to Professor Yazawa your suitability for a role.”

Nana zoomed back to panic, pale face, shaky hands, never good for a violinist. Umi sighed. Time for a task they could succeed at. Confidence carried forward. Umi put her violin in its case, indicating her pupil should do the same.

“Let’s take a moment to analyze this piece. The composer has done some very clever things with the general arrangement.”

Nana leaned forward, switching her bow for a pencil, eyes intent on the pages before her, all worries lost in the challenge of music.

###

“UMI!” Honoka’s voice always gladdened Umi’s mood. The door of her office swung open with a vigor no one else could manage. “Thanks for letting me sleep in. Kotori’s got a bunch of business calls so I brought you lunch.” Honoka pulled Umi into a hug that neither of them wanted to break, Umi enjoying the comfort of a never too familiar warmth and strength. “How’s your day?”

Umi hugged tighter, surprising Honoka.

“What’s wrong, Umi?”

Umi broke the hug, but Honoka’s bright blue eyes maintained the warm connection.

“Other people’s worries.”

Honoka nodded, “Yeah, it’s that kind of a day, isn’t it.” Honoka closed the door and set two sandwiches on Umi’s desk, carefully spreading two cloth napkins first, “Nozomi was kinda grumpy and sad when I stopped in to see if she needed to reorder any pastries.”

“How was Kotori?” Had Honoka noticed anything? Or had Kotori hid her worries. Their coffeeshop conversation had yielded no insights, just Kotori describing the early sketches of her Summer theme.

“Kotori?” Honoka had a sandwich unwrapped, Umi’s lower filing cabinet drawer pulled out to prop her feet on, and a surprised look. “Is something wrong?”

Umi moved her chair next to Honoka, her own sandwich in hand, “I don’t think so.”

“That’s not convincing, Umi.”

Umi chuckled. Honoka always called out her hesitancies, “No, it’s not. Kotori, too, seems to be in a mood.”

“That kind of a day.”

“Seemingly.”

A sharp rap on the door pushed it open and Nico came halfway into the room. “Hi Honoka. Umi, fix your replacement. She doesn’t know anything.”

Honoka leaned her head on Umi’s shoulder, whispering, “Grumpus Contagious.”

Umi bit back a giggle. Her replacement? Oh, Nico must mean Maki. Nico vibrated impatiently in the center of the office. And Umi wanted to eat her lunch. Honoka had done something with pumpernickel and mustard from the tantalizing smell and Umi wondered what else had made its way into the combination.

“Are you going to fix Maki or not?”

“What did Maki do?”

“Walked in to my auditions and applauded the first two auditionees.”

“That is unusual.”

“Unusual?” Nico stomped. “It’s rude, it’s problematic, and it gives two freshmen inflated views of their audition.”

“Was it a bad audition.”

“No,” Nico fake punched in the direction of the door, “It was fine, but Nico needs an ensemble leader who is aware of theatrical etiquette.” Nico’s emphasis on the word etiquette snapped Umi out of her Honoka induced laissez-faire attitude. Especially with first year students, proper behavior modeling by teachers was essential.

“I am sorry I did not initially take this as seriously as it deserved, Nico.”

Nico nodded, pleased at the adjustment of Umi's tone.

“I will talk to Maki this afternoon and make sure that she is aware of how auditions and rehearsals are conducted.”

“Make sure you go over tech three times. Nico doesn’t need a rookie who thinks it only takes two hours.”

“I will ensure that Maki performs all of her required duties.”

“Good. Nico is flexible but…”

“There are students involved.”

“Exactly.” That problem solved, Nico smiled at Honoka, “Those look tasty.”

“They are.” Honoka had finished hers, “Nozomi’s going to try them out next week. Kasumi’s a mad scientist with spices and bread dough. It’s fun.”

“She may be busy soon.”

Honoka shrugged, “She’ll probably still come in. Kneading dough works out a lot of stress.”

Umi wanted her private lunch relaxation zone back, “Is there anything else, Nico?”

“Nope, Nico’s good. Sorry to interrupt…”

“Nah, it was good to see you, Nico.” Honoka waved, “Having another speakeasy this Friday. Be sure to come.”

“Nico’s looking forward to it.”

“I’ll let you know how my conversation with Maki goes.”

“Thanks, Umi. See you, Honoka.”

And finally, Umi could relish her lunch treat.

###

Honoka had overstayed her lunch hour and run off to meet a delivery truck. If Umi went to Maki’s studio, she would have no time to practice this afternoon. And today’s rehearsal with Nana had turned into a mostly conversational session, not the duet Umi had planned. No practice time always threw off everything, especially Umi's mood. “Grumpus Contagious” Umi thought as she moved her chair back to its usual spot.

Maybe a carefully worded text to Maki would be a good conversational starter.

U: Nico has expressed some concern that you are lacking an elementary awareness of theatrical etiquette.

Rather than stare at her phone and wait for a reply, Umi would begin her violin warm ups. Perhaps she should be added in more regular vocal practice as well. Kotori seemed very serious about the New York City Christmas Cabaret. Umi had seen glimpses of a dress sketches. It would be an elegant mood.

Phone.

M: I’m fine.

U: Not having any experience with production, you may not be aware of all the quirks involved in staging a show.

M: I’ll read a book.

U: It’s not that simple.

M: I get a schedule, right?

M: You know, I’ll just talk to Nico.

Umi believed that Nico would consider Umi derelict in her duties if after her attempt at educating Maki, the result was that Maki asked Nico 1,000 questions.

U: There will be stage managers. Talk to the production stage manager and have them explain to you how Nico usually works.

M: Production Stage Manager?

U: Nico’s assistant. It’s usually one of the older students. Their job is coping.

M: There must be a book. I’ll look.

U: Directing is difficult, takes time, and Nico does a very good job. Please do not unduly add to her burden.

M: Don’t worry. I got this.

U: I will hold you to that.

M: (^-^)ゝ

Umi nodded. Maki was now aware of the gravity of the situation.

###

This was one of Umi’s favorite classes. An advanced seminar that rotated topics and instructors. Managing An Orchestra was this quarter’s theme. Only half a dozen students: Nana, a sophomore, three juniors, two seniors.

They were discussing Japanese conductors, Hideo Sato and one of his most prominent students, Seiji Ozawa. Umi occasionally wore a white turtleneck under her tuxedo jacket to honor Owaza’s unique style. She had handed out an interview with Owaza from Joshua Jampol’s Living Opera book.

Nana had the floor, “I looked up Hideo Saito, Professor Sonoda, and read that he brought discipline to generally disorganized Japanese orchestras. Is this the first job of the conductor?”

Umi, perched on a stool, considered the question, leaving a space for another student to speak. But it seemed no one else had done supplemental research specifically into Ozawa’s influences. “I think the entire profession has evolved, both in Japan and internationally, and with the rigorous training most professional musicians receive, there is less need to educate them on basic courtesies like preparing for rehearsals.”

Ronna Emem raised a point from the article, “Ozawa quotes Saito and says that “For a conductor, the most important thing is if he can conduct an a cappella chorus. Because every note, every voice is important. Every word is important.” Do you agree, Professor?”

A direct question for Umi to field, “Ozawa says a little later that with the” best vocalists, the voice becomes the best instrument” and I certainly agree with that. For myself, with the violin, I have found much wisdom in Francesco Geminiani’s belief that the violinist’s job was to create “a tone that shall in a manner rival the most perfect human voice.”

“So if you believe all this,” Ronna leaned forward, “why do we spend most of our time conducting instrumental ensembles and not vocal ones?”

Umi blinked. Advanced seminars allowing opportunities for the teacher to learn from the students was why they were her favorite type of class.

“That is a very sound point, Ronna. And one which I believe requires a review of our current conducting curriculum. So what would each of you like to see added?”

###

Umi was still perched on the stool, mulling her students’ suggestions. Her next meeting with Director Minami would be a challenge. She would have to make time to prepare a thorough presentation.

“Did you talk to Maki?”

Her students had left the door open and Nico had bopped in, looking wearier than earlier.

“Are your auditions over? I trust they went well.”

Nico waved a hand, not to be distracted, “Maki?”

“We have agreed that she should not put any extra burdens on you.”

“And she said? You did talk, right?” Nico leaned in the doorway, arms crossed, suspicious.

Umi shook her head, “Text.”

Nico rolled her eyes, “Nico has to do everything.”

“I did suggest she talk to a stage manager.”

Nico’s eyes lit up, “That’s a great idea, Umi. Nico will assign one to babysit her.”

Umi thought that would be best because (^-^)ゝaside, there was no way that Maki was going to initiate a conversation with a student she didn’t know.

“Maybe don’t call it babysitting?” Umi offered hesitantly.

Another dismissive hand wave, “Nico handles more divas than you. Don’t help.”

Umi shrugged. As soon as Nico stopped talking, Umi could go home. So if the conversation continued, it would not be because Umi spoke.

Nico pushed off, “Thanks for the stage manager idea. Let Nico know before you head out for the holidays. Will you be in town for Thanksgiving?”

“I believe so.”

“Stop by for Friendsgiving carolling. The more the merrier. And the less isolated the students who aren’t welcome at home feel.”

Nico was much more involved in the lives of her students than Umi, but productions were a much more intense environment than classes. And Nico, having cared for young siblings from a young age, had mastered a quirky aunt vibe that made some of the most skittish students willing to be chivvied and teased by her. Umi wondered if that pushiness would also charm the reclusive Maki.

“Honoka and I will plan to be there; I’m not sure if Kotori is heading back to New York before then.”

“All are welcome. Spread the word.” Nico blew a kiss, “Thanks, Umi. See you Friday.”

Umi waved, no longer paying attention, thinking once again about how to approach expanding vocal opportunities on campus. Nico would surely relish adding a full scale musical to the performance repertoire.

A/N: Tired, obsessed with Romeo and Juliet (have you watched Romeo X Juliet, they give her a sword and a secret identity), and not going to rush this because I love backstage stories.

#NicoMaki #Love Live #Nishikino Maki #Yazawa Nico #nana nakagawa #setsuna yuki #HonoKotoUmi #kosaka honoka #sonoda umi #minami kotori #A Coffeeshop Christmas Carol #Christmas #Theatre #etc.

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