#also I do this thing now where I write fics in lowercase and fix them later

[onebizarrekai]

I am always so utterly nervous about posting fics. I'm like what if it's not done (it ain't getting any done-r)

[pwarkluv]

❝ idk you yet ❞ - p.js

park jisung x reader | angsty, fluff | 1.6k words 

WARNINGS | TW: mentions blood, abuse, drug and alcohol abuse, smoking, lowercase au, non-idol au, high school au, badboy!jisung, mature language/cursing, reader is like an angel sent from heaven for him, jisungie just in need of love :(

SUMMARY | being an outcast has him wondering if he’ll ever be happy. cue you, the new girl, stumbling into his life (literally).

AUTHOR’S NOTE | inspired by the song “idk you yet” by alexander23! also AHHH this is my 100 followers special fic :) THANK U LOVES FOR 100 IM SO SHOCKED CJSBFKEJD <33 the writing is a little crappy because i’m currently on my period and my patience for sitting down and writing this went down halfway through lol but I LOVE YOU SO MUCH, ENJOY THIS JISUNG FIC BC JISUNG MY BABIE AND SO ARE YOU GUYS!

whenever anybody thinks of park jisung, they think of the chains and dark clothing he wears. they think about the faint smell of smoke and men’s cologne that follows him wherever he goes. 

they think of the boy who grew up on the wrong side of the tracks. 

but what they don’t think about are bruises on his face he fails to hide whenever he walks into school, the dejected look on his face whenever random people give him disapproving looks, the way his smile slowly faded into a permanent frown wherever he went. 

jisung quickly accepted his reputation at school and in their little town, not having enough energy to feel insecure about it like before.

the only group of people that even remotely cared about the boy were his best friends in the whole entire world, nct dream.

they were outcasts just like him, the most “fucked up group of boys” in their town (the people’s words, not theirs).

see, they were your typical bad boy group straight out of your typical fanfic. bad grades, smoking in their free time, getting into fights, always being late to class; not a single person had hope in them.

but behind their scary and intimidating facade, all seven boys were big softies with misunderstood hearts and difficult backgrounds.

people were just too dense to look into it, only judging them based on their looks and personality on the outside. 

❝ how can you miss someone you’ve never met ❞

love was a foreign thing to jisung, the only form of love he’s ever felt being from his friends. his parents were… interesting to say the least. 

jisung’s father was a hard-core alcoholic, his mother being a major druggie. with no siblings in the house, jisung was usually their main target to push around and beat up.

and so because of this at a young age jisung learned to distance himself from other people and found different ways to release stress.

he started smoking when he was 14, the warm and hazy feeling of the smoke entering his lungs comforting him.

if jisung humored himself enough, maybe smoking could count as his first love. it was always there for him, never leaving him alone even if he wanted to quit. 

he relied on it knowing it was the only constant in his life. 

now of course the boy has heard of proper love, love like in the movies or shitty romance songs he hears on the radio.

and he won’t lie, there were moments he thought about what it felt like to be in love. but he knew that would never happen, at least not in their small town anyways. 

he just wanted to be loved. 

jisung would never admit it but sometimes he’d be jealous of the old couples walking down the street in their own world like it was just them two against the universe. he was jealous of the happy kids running around, their mother’s and father’s fondly smiling at their child. he was jealous of all the “normal” kids in his neighborhood. 

jisung wanted that, craved that. 

but most importantly, the boy wanted love.

❝ cause i need you now but i don’t know you yet ❞

everything hurt. 

his head, his body, his mind, his heart; everything was in pain.

jisung walked down the empty streets of their city, a trail of blood following behind him as he accepted his fate. the boy was 99% sure he had a concussion and at the very least had a few broken ribs. 

he felt like this was the end, and he was ready.

-

wandering aimlessly around town, you decided to take a late night walk to familiarize yourself around the area. you had just moved into the city a week ago, spending all seven days trying to help your family unpack and rearrange your cozy new home. 

now that you were finally free of the smell of tape and the dust of the boxes, you decided it was best to get to know the place you were living in. 

the autumn air seemed to settle at night as you shivered, cursing yourself for not bringing a jacket of some sort. the sight of a convenience store up ahead of you brought you relief as you rummaged through your pockets wondering if you had enough money for ramen.

your steps became excited as you found a couple dollars, fondly thinking about what type of ramen you should buy. you became so lost in your thoughts you didn’t even notice the poor boy who was staggering in front of you, or the trail of blood he left behind. 

-

jisung pushed himself to reach the convenience store a couple feet away from him, in desperate need of supplies to at least try and fix himself. 

if it didn’t help in any way then oh well, maybe death was indeed an option. 

grinding his teeth though the pain, he did not expect to feel a small body bump into him. had he been at his regular health, jisung would’ve easily been able to keep still but because of how much blood he was losing the boy was knocked down like a bowling pin.

“holy fuck.” jisung cursed the feeling of the concrete floor colliding with his ribs. he didn’t even notice the girl who had bumped into him sitting on the floor dumbfounded, freaking out over his state.

“oh my fucking god.” the girl said, capturing his attention. jisung glared at the stranger, mentally acknowledging the fact she was pretty. 

but her being pretty won’t get you anywhere, he scolded himself. she’ll leave you just like everyone else.

“a-are you okay?” she said, eyes glancing at his black eye. jisung rolled his eyes, already annoyed. “does it look like i’m okay?” he replied, his deep voice catching the girl off guard. 

“just, fuck off.” jisung said closing his eyes as he laid back down on the floor, knowing he couldn’t force himself to get up anymore. he didn’t even have to open his eyes to know she left, hearing the sound of her footsteps walk away.

the boy sighed as he laid idly on the floor, wondering what sin he committed to lead him to where he is now. not even she wanted to stay, the tears threatening to fall as his thoughts buried him alive.

“why can’t i just die?” jisung said out loud, asking no one but himself.

“because i won’t let you.” a voice replied as jisung forced himself to sit up in confusion. it was the same girl he had bumped into, but this time she had a first aid kit with her. he gave her a lost look despite knowing what she was here to do. 

jisung’s mind just couldn’t wrap around the fact that a total stranger would even bother to help him. 

“now sit up.” she said softly as she bent down to open the box, the boy slowly followed her instructions. “i’m sorry this might sting.” she said though jisung didn’t mind because she was much prettier up close.

-

the next ten minutes were you trying to fix his wounds against the shitty chairs outside the convenience store.

jisung didn’t even bother mentioning his broken ribs, not wanting you to freak out. you cleaned up what you could and the boy was beyond grateful for that.

you subconsciously rubbed his back in a comforting way whenever you’d apply alcohol to his open wounds, trying to ease the sting. you held his hand for him to hold and though he was a big boy and had a high pain tolerance, he still gave it a squeeze just to keep your hand there.  what the actual fuck is this feeling, jisung asked himself as he watched your determined figure work on him.

it was cold and in order to better work on his wounds, the boy offered to give you his hoodie which strangely had no traces of blood on it. you gladly accepted, the faint smell of blood and his cologne engulfing you up. 

the sight of you in something so big and so him made his chest swell in pride.

jisung couldn’t even formulate a sentence as you cursed at the time once you finished patching him up, fleeing the scene before he could say anything with a small smile, his hoodie still on. 

❝ and can you find me soon because i’m in my head ❞

the thought of your soft hands on his, your voice, your whole presence; everything about you couldn’t seem to leave the poor boy’s mind. it was now monday, and waiting for his class to start already made him want to go home.

if only i got her name, jisung daydreamed with his head resting on the palm of his hand. the classroom was loud and bright, people occasionally giving him looks but the boy didn’t mind. 

“jisungie~ did you hear we have a new kid?” jaemin asked, poking the boy’s cheeks. the boy only gave him a pointed look before sighing. 

“hyung i don’t really care.” jisung replied, looking back out the window. 

jaemin only gave him an offended look before grumbling a bit. “i don’t know maybe you will.” he muttered under his breath as their teacher walked into the room. 

❝ yeah i need you now but i don’t know you yet ❞

their homeroom teacher stood in front of the class, jisung tuning out his voice. the boy once again sighed as his teacher called for their attention, explaining they had a new girl in their class. “now make her feel welcomed,” he said before turning towards the door.

“y/n, please come in.” the teacher said and jisung almost fell out of his seat when he saw you walking through the door with the same smile you gave him a couple days ago.

“hi i’m y/n and i hope we can get along.” you bowed to the class, a familiar hoodie you were wearing catching his attention. 

isn’t that mine, jisung thought to himself as he bit back a smile knowing you kept it all along. 

[madasthesea]

I’m sorry for being so mean. I had a really bad day and didn’t mean to say such awful things. But I am frustrated my fics always get ignored, especially by the big names in the fandom such as yourself that claim to support everyone. I’ve written so many fics in this fandom and have been doing so for over a year, yet I only have 30 subscribers. I get really frustrated and feel like I’m a bad writer because everyone ignores me and my fics. I shouldn’t have taken it out on you. I’m sorry.

(2/2) For a fan community that claims they are inclusive, everyone sure doesn’t act that way. Everyone already has their friends and people like me who don’t have many friends get ignored. The big names in the fandom don’t support or read the fics by the new people. It’s not just me. I’ve never received a single kudo or comment from you or anyone else that’s popular like you. I don’t know what I’m doing wrong but people don’t read my fics.

Ok, I’m answering this in the middle of the night in the hopes that not a lot of people will see it so it won’t become A Thing and then as soon as this fic exchange is over I am turning my anons off forever. Anon, I guess I have to give you credit for coming to apologize, but I have to say, where before I was perfectly capable of laughing off your extremely rude message, I have to say, now I’m annoyed. Because there is not a single instance or bad day or frustration that makes what you said acceptable. You came into my inbox and threw a temper tantrum because you knew my name and I happen to have anons on unlike most of the “fandom big names.” You told me I had the worst fics in the fandom, told me I publish outlines instead of stories and accused me of writing incestual pedophilia because you had a bad day? I’m going to give you the benefit of the doubt and assume you’re young because that is the only possible excuse I could give you. As I said in my original response, if I were already an anxious writer, you could have caused me to delete all of my fics and put me off of writing forever. Someone commented on your original message and said that they don’t post their writing because of messages like that one. You’re right you shouldn’t have taken it out on me, and you wouldn’t have if your name had been associated with it. But here we are, and I’m going to try to make it so this never happens again, at least with the two of us. 

Now, onward to your frustrations. I am sorry that you aren’t getting the attention you want, but one) yelling at me on anon isn’t going to fix that. Two) not to be like callous and insensitive, but that happens to almost every writer I know. I’ve been writing fanfiction for 12 years. This is the seventh fandom I’ve written for and no one ever read my fics before this. My first year on AO3 I published six stories and had 500 views total. I get the frustration, but sometimes you just have to get the perfect combination of exposure, plot, and interest. Three) Do you have any idea how many stories get published in the Peter Parker & Tony Stark tag a day? I’m sorry, I can’t read all of them. I don’t want to read all of them, in fact I have 14 different tags blacklisted. Just because I am a “big name” does not mean I owe you a comment or a kudos. If I like your story, I will tell you. Chances are, I haven’t even seen one of your stories, because I’m an adult with a job and hobbies and writing of my own to do. Most of the “big names” are the exact same except a lot of them also have school. If you want someone to read your stories, ask them. Say “hey, I respect you and your opinion, could you look at this for me?” They will probably say yes unless they have a good reason not to. Don’t just sit there and wait for it to happen and get mad when it doesn’t. Also, this is the third time someone has yelled at me for not reading or commenting on their fics and it makes me less inclined to leave kudos in general in case someone comes and gets mad that I read their fic but didn’t comment. So uh… don’t do this again. 

As for the community, do you want to know how to make friends? Send asks (nice ones) not on anon. We can’t interact with you if you don’t know who you are. Reblog our fics. Comment on our posts. You can’t make friends if no one knows you exist. And the only way to show you exist is show yourself in our notes, in our inboxes. Sitting in your corner of tumblr and being bitter isn’t going to help anyone. This fandom is welcoming and it is kind and it is supportive. You saw how many people came to my defense tonight. If you talk to those people, they’ll talk back, but they can’t reach out to every single Irondad blog, it just isn’t feasible. 

And finally, how to get your fics read more. Like I said, part of it is just… luck. I got in at the very beginning, as did losingmymindtonight, parkrstark, several others, and had already established myself before IW came out and the fandom got bigger. Lucky break on my part, but I’m also a good writer because I’m 25 and I have a Master’s in a writing heavy field and I’ve been writing my entire life. Sometimes it just takes practice. But there is stuff that all good fics have in common, so here we go:

1) Good grammar, good spelling, good punctuation.

I don’t know who you are so I have no idea what your writing is like, but this is stuff I had to tell college students as a teacher, so I’m just going to go over it. 

Are there line breaks between every paragraph? No? There need to be. It’s hard to read when all of the words are bunched together, meaning automatic exits will happen, regardless of content.

Do you start a new paragraph every single time a new person speaks? You should.

“When someone is speaking,” I asked, “do you put a comma before the speech tag?” Commas, not periods. Not periods then commas. Punctuation goes inside the quotation marks. 

Are you writing in first or second person (I or you)? Don’t.

Pay attention to your tenses. It is very confusing reading a story that switches tenses every sentence. 

Are you capitalizing the beginning of every sentence and proper noun? You have to. Reading all lowercase takes energy and concentration and readers don’t like to put more effort in than they’re used to. Also it’s just pointless.  

Get a beta reader. Get grammarly (but the free version, don’t pay) or another editing service. Google anything you have a question about. EDIT YOUR WRITING. 

2) New ideas

Every fandom has tropes they love, but not every fic can be a trope fic. Every fic I write is, if not completely new, a spin on a popular trope.

Yes, there are some popular field trip fics, but most of them get lost in the weeds because they are all the same. And most of the people I talk to don’t even like them. (This counts for May dies fics, sensory overload… If you’re going to write it, you have to make it different and you have to make it good.)

Look to other movies or books for ideas, check out irondad-fic-ideas, something. Write something new, something only you can write, and at least some people will notice.

3) Good characterization

Now apparently everything I write is OOC, so maybe I’m not the best person to be giving advice on this :/ (I’m still annoyed. I’m getting over it)

BUT–the best way to write a well-known character is to know the source material. Listen to the way they talk, watch how they move. Ignore fanon. It’s hard, but try. Peter isn’t actually a perpetual ray of sunshine, chatter box 12 year old like we often write him, Tony isn’t 100% sarcasm and incapable of recognizing his own feelings. 

If you can hear the character say it in their actual voice, it’s probably a good line. 

4) Misc.

Fandom rule of thumb: cute fluff and hardcore whump win out over deep character studies on convoluted plot lines. If you’re just looking for hits or maybe a fic to establish yourself, that’s a good way to do it. 

If you’re posting a multi-chapter fic, don’t post it all at once. People will comment on each chapter as you post and you’ll get more hits. 

Respond to comments, especially at the early stages. It makes your readers more invested, it builds friendships, and it makes your stats look better. 

There’s a blog that supports little known writers in this fandom! Rec your fics there!

Make sure to never, ever put “I suck at summaries” or “fic is better than summary” it is an instant turnoff. If you can’t write the thing that makes me want to read the fic well, why would I think I want to read the fic?

Tagging on AO3 is vital. Tag the right relationships, tag the right emotions (angst, fluff, hurt/comfort). I often sort just by these. Always put in the category, (M/M, F/M, etc.) and the rating. There is no reason not to, but not doing so makes people less likely to read. Always tag triggers.

Never steal fics or ideas. If a story inspires you, you can ask the author if you can write something similar and then link in your story back to theirs. Nothing will make you less popular in a fandom than stealing work.

Lastly, I know authors constantly talk about how important comments and kudos are, and they are so important to bolstering spirits, I get that, but if you aren’t writing for yourself first, you will always be disappointed. You should enjoy your fic as much when you read it in your word doc as when you read it online with comments and kudos. And maybe you write really niche stuff that doesn’t appeal to a lot of people, but churning out carbon copies of the Fandom Tropes and hoping for hits is not going to satisfy you and you will keep being frustrated.

Let’s not do this again, shall we? Next time you have a question, ask me nicely.

[bathtubdefenseattorney]

Fic Writer Game

I was tagged by: @danijaynel​

Fandoms: Shingeki no Kyojin

Number of fics: 47

Fic I spent more time in it: hhhhh ok definitely Fight Like a Girl. I’ve been working on that for about three years now. It could have been done by now, but the revisions turned into having to make whole new chapters and scenarios. It is simply a mess.

Fic I spent less time in it: There are plenty of short drabbles that took an hour, in the days when I didn’t worry about revising too much. But the one that felt like it went by fastest was an Eruri fic called Notes. It’s 15,000 words but it started as a drabble I was really keen to continue. It was a fun little thing that got a good reaction.

Longest fic: Hahahahahhaha Fight Like a Giiiirl is 140,000 right now and will end up being around 200,000 words.

Shortest story: Captive was 132 words long. Kinda interesting, leaves a lot to the imagination (I’m lazy).

Most hits: rn Fight Like a Girl has almost 12,000 hits.

Most kudos: 656 kudos for Flag

Fic you want to rewrite or expand: I wish I could expand Falling Up to have the prequel I wanted to do. It would follow Annie being in her polyamorous relationship with Reiner and Bert. I also want to write a scene for Falling Up where there’s a drunken office party. Why were there no office parties? Dammit! But I think I won’t touch Falling Up again. It’s a ton of work to make a prequel. Plus I’m honestly scared to reread it: it’s old, it had problems, blah blah XD

Also, I’m really into my vampire fic half. It’s very creepy lol. I have a draft of chapter 6 and 7 written, with some of 8, and plans for the next few chaps. I also need to do some housework of fixing the tense at the start of chapter one, and deleting some dead links.

Most bookmarks: Fight Like a Girl again. Falling Up is in a kind of distant second place for all of these.

Total of words combined: 283,954 words lol.

Fav fic you wrote: Hmm difficult. I really really like half and I have a feeling people will like how it goes off the rails soon lol. I’m also p fond of ‘cos even if your grades are bad (it doesn’t mean you’re failing). It was my stab at an intense, lowercase title, song lyric title, all one long chapter fic. I like the unexpected dark themes, the realism.

Share a bit of your wip or idea if you have anything planed: I have drafted a Mikannie hurt-comfort oneshot about self harm. I think it’ll be up in a few days. I am also interested in writing a hanahaki disease fic for Mikannie, where Annie is lovestruck and Mikasa is the doctor and cause of the ailment lol. If you’re not familiar with hanahaki (I actually haven’t read any fics for it yet) it’s the fake disease where someone has one-sided pining for another person, and it causes flowers to grow in their lungs lol. And they just cough up petals and possible suffocate on them, unless their love is returned. I find that so fucking ridiculous but it’s really evocative and romantic so. ima do it.

Tagging: @pieck-aboo

[iloveyouthree-thousand]

Fanfic Stats Tag Game

I was tagged by the lovely @hailing-stars. 

Author Name: iloveyouthree-thousand (my real life name is Maddy tho)

Fandoms You Write For: irondad, might do some spideychelle fics in the future, and I used to write fics for SVU, Psych, and Gallagher Girls way back in the day when I was like twelve and just starting to discover this fanfic thing

Where You Post: mostly Tumblr now, though I used to post exclusively on FF.net (psychicchameleon) and I’m starting to transition into posting things on Ao3 too (iloveyouthree_thousand)

Most Popular One-Shot: from one father to another is my most popular bullet-point fic, but and even if I’m gone, there’s always a place for you here is my most popular traditional fic.

Most Popular Multi-Chapter Story: Not really a multi-chapter fic, but it’s my five-ish times Peter Parker didn’t call Tony Stark ‘dad’ collection that I’ve only ever posted in its entirety on FF.net. There are some solo chapters on here, and I’ve used concepts from other chapters to write other fics on Tumblr, but I’ll link it if you want to read it. I also want to point out that the last chapter of that is titled “Endgame” and I wrote that before the Avengers 4 title even came out. Just saying. I been knew. 

Favorite Story You Wrote: I really loved writing my Mister Stark trope fic, because I always wanted to psychoanalyze Peter’s use of that title specifically and that was a lot of fun.

Story You Were Nervous to Post: everything? I never know what kind of reception a story is going to get and I have a lot of anxiety when I post stories because it makes me feel kind of vulnerable. Like I’m putting this thing that I put my heart and soul into out into the world and y’all could just completely hate it. If I have to give a straight answer, I’d probably say because I don’t know what I’d do without you was the most nerve-wracking, just because it was my first fic in this universe and I didn’t know how it would go. But, hey, here we are. 

How Do You Choose Your Titles: I write the story first and then I usually use the theme or a particular quote that I especially like and modify it to be a title. Also my titles have been (usually) all lowercase and in the blah blah blah (and blah blah blah) format since I saw someone else do it and thought I was being artsy.

How Many of Your Stories Are…

Complete: all of them! But that’s easy because I only do one-shots or one-shot collections now due to my ADD and habit of starting projects that I have no intention of finishing. I know the turmoil of starting a fic that ends on a cliffhanger and never gets updated again, so I try and spare y’all the pain and heartbreak by having fics that can all be read as stand-alones. 

In-Progress: see above. But I do have a couple of fic collections that are in-progress on FF.net like this Hamilton-inspired collection or this collection that takes place between SMHC and IW. Don’t know if I’ll get around to finishing them, so be warned. 

Coming Soon: I’ve got a couple ideas floating around -- I have a Dear Evan Hansen inspired fic I’m editing, a post-FFH fic where Tony lives and the funeral we see at the end of EG is all an illusion from Mysterio that is almost done. I have ideas for a babysitter AU-ish fic where Tony hires Peter as a baby-sitter and later finds out about the Spider-Man thing, a gala-trope fic that is as soft and fluffy as a baby bunny, and I want to do a field-trip trope fic but I’m trying to make it so it’s not like every other field trip fic out there.

Do You Accept Prompts: A thousand times yes. Three-thousand times yes. Seriously. Sometimes, even if I don’t do the actual prompt, your prompts remind me that there are people out there that want to hear more from me (amazing!) and that inspires me to keep going. 

Upcoming Story You Are Most Excited to Write: Pretty excited about the Dear Evan Hansen tribute fic. It’s going to be angsty and soft and I hope y’all cry. I’m also excited to keep exploring a Peter & Pepper dynamic and writing a few fix-it fics for post FFH and Endgame. I’m just excited to write, I guess. Lol.

Tag Five Fanfic Authors to Answer These Questions: @celestial-irondad @coconutknightshade @keep-a-bucket-full-of-stars @pepperony3000 @madasthesea (I know I don’t talk to all of y’all but you’re great and I love you and feel free to ignore me if you want). 

[artificialqueens]

i’ll be your biggest fan and you’ll be mine (Scyvie) - cokewhore

a/n: hi!!!! this was originally a trixya fic from last december that i found on my wattpad account but i tweaked it a bit to be scyvie because that ship is in some serious drought rn and also!! this is my first aq submission and lowercase is intended but anyways, enjoy!

“hey! give that back!”

“kiss me on the cheek first.”

another normal day at yvie’s little bedroom, the birds outside were chirping even though it was seven pm, so.. maybe they were crickets, or birds, or whatever. neithertheless, they were having fun.

scarlet getting all flirty and playful and all that, it was fine, yvie knew she was joking, there was still the lingering thought of maybe she wasn’t joking at all, but yvie ignores that because scarlet’s her friend, her bestfriend for that fact.

scarlet was waving yvie’s vandalised yet rhinestoned ukulele and waving it around the room and threatening to mess up the tuning heads if she doesn’t get a smooch from one of her cheeks.

yvie was struggling to catch up with scarlet who was running around her room; she couldn’t catch up because of her dumb stomach ache she got because of eating too much junk food earlier.it wasn’t her fault, it was some kentucky idiot’s fault.

her goal was to try and get her customized instrument back without leaving her new red lipstick on anyone’s cheeks, she was failing though. “scarlet, what the hell! just give it back!” she begs, her hand being thrown at the direction of said girl’s arms who were carrying her possesion, awfully failing when scarlet ran to another corner.

“no.” she said simply, her blonde hair stuck to her wet forehead because that’s how long they’ve been chasing eachother, long enough for scarlet to start sweating, well, not very long since she’s known for sweating almost too easily. “kiss me on the cheek, yvieeee.” she stops her tracks, turns her head then leans her right cheek to yvie, cheekily smiling; asking for what she’s been manifesting for for atleast five minutes now. “pleaseeeeee.” she draws out, visibly seeing the roll from her friend’s brown eyes.

“you’re an idiot.” said yvie, crossing her arms across her thin chest while still seeing that scarlet wasn’t going to leave if she didn’t get a kiss. “i’m doing this because i want my ukulele back, not because i wanna kiss your cheek… or anything.” she explains unnecessarily as she pecks her plump lips to her friend’s cheeks, closing her eyes in the process.

she pulled away shortly, acting like she was so bored out of her mind as if that little peck on the older girl’s cheek wasn’t important. “can i have it back now?” she asks, still keeping on her disinterested mask on her face.

“yeah, yeah, whatever.” scarlet hands yvie her instrument, a small blush creeping up to her face as she did, it could be easily mistaken for something else because she was hot and sweating her mind out, but it wasn’t. she sits down to yvie’s bed to where the other one follows.

yvie pulled down the elastic that was holding up her pink hair, it wasn’t doing a very good job of holding her thick hair up because it literally didn’t look and feel like a ponytail anymore so what was the point of keeping it on? she strums her ukulele then feeling her ear drums ache after she heard of what lineup of vibrations came out the sound hole. “you messed up the chords!” she exclaims with a mix of anger and sadness (she’s not actually angry at scarlet, she can’t do that for the sake of her life) desperation shining through when she furiously turns the tuning heads in hopes of the chords’ original sounds coming back.

“no i didn’t.” scarlet found yvie’s desire to get her graffiti ukulele to work amusing, but yvie didn’t find her own struggle entertaining like her best fried did, she was determined to get her dumb ukulele to sound the way it sounded when she was playing her songs in the same spot on her bed late at night, or the way it sounded when she writing down her first song, it was about her sorrow when she found out that scarlet’s mom said that they should stop being friends, that was two years ago though.

her determination left them both in a silence where everything was boring to scarlet, always finding something to be fond of even though there was nothing to interesting enough to pursue interest in, she was used to it, waiting for yvie to finish whatever she was doing because she was always doing something, she was the student government president after all, scarlet has learned nothing but how to put up with her dumb rants about their high school life during their high school carreer.

but to add to the fire, who would listen to someone with pink hair?

yvie shouldn’t have even agreed to being a part of the student government in the first place , she wishes she could resign even though it’s been only four months in but she already hates it because no one takes her seriously, she doesn’t know why though, she’s a great leader, she made scarlet wear a black shirt for a day, that proves something.

it was her fault though, scarlet tried to push her out of this president position but she wouldn’t listen, and now she’s regretting that she didn’t listen. “you’re paying for this.” yvie muttered under her breath, her head still directed to the tuning heads, not looking up one bit to clash with her friend’s blue eyes.

“no i’m not.” scarlet replies simply, stroking yvie’s headboard lightly with her thumb, that’s how bored she was, but she thought she shouldn’t bother yvie since she was so invested in fixing her stupid wood guitar wannabe or whatever, scarlet knew better than not to bother yvie when she’s doing something important, or to bother anyone at all, yes, she’s playful and really touchy and clingy at all times but once she knows it’s time to step back; she will.

so that’s what she’s doing right now, waiting for yvie to finish her ‘pointless’ (atleast in scarlet’s words) tuning and talk to her already, she was taught to be patient, that didn’t always work out but miraculously scarlet’s working with time and actually waiting.

“it actually won’t work and it’s all your fault.” yvie pouts, her fading red bottom lip stuck out from the rest of her face as she spoke with agitation. “i can’t believe this.”

“aww, cheer up, buttercup.” scarlet cooed as she pinches her cheeks, yvie just rolls her eyes, not at scarley, but the stupid nickname she gave her. “i’ll buy you a new one for christmas.” her tone was no joking matter, even though she just said she wasn’t paying for the damage, she was serious, but yvie didn’t catch that and decided to swing with the imaginary gag of scarlet’s words.

“okay, yeah, and you’ll also finally learn how to dance.” yvie retorts, recalling all the times scarlet tried to dance during school events then laughing after she saw how defeated the blonde looked, maybe because her offer was all along fake and not gonna happen to begin with? “see, now you look like a loser because i caught you in your act.” she adds, chunks of boastful undertones paired with her statement to her bestfriend.

“oh please, it wasn’t like i was kidding, bridges.” scarlet will actually buy a ukulele for yvie, it doesn’t matter if the one yvie’s trying to tune turns fine because it looks ridiculous and something a five year old would own, just scarlet’s opinion. she’s doing her a favor more than anything, really. “can you believe me just this once?”

yvie mutters ‘fine’ before focusing on her ukulele for the hundredth time, before communicating with scarlet again, her head still faced on her untuned instrument. “you don’t have to buy me the ukulele, scar.”

scarlet just chuckles at that. “i’m still going to. you can’t stop me.” she says, staring at yvie. “nothing’s ever gonna stop me to buy you a new one.”

“why?”

“because your 'artistic’ one is ugly, to be honest with you.” scarlet states, not caring if yvie gets offended because it was the truth, or her truth anyways because yvie seems to think her truth is a whole load of bullshit.

“that’s crazy talk.” yvie dismisses, not even looking at her friend as she was fixing the chords, she probably shouldn’t go that fast but she is anyways, fully aware that the ukulele itself might break because of how agressive she turns the tune heads.

“your mom’s crazy talk.” she hears scarlet retort and she holds back a laugh as she’s supposed to be focused, she can’t just break her streak of being very intense by that stupid your mom joke.

“i’m telling her.”

after their short banter, it stayed silent, again, well, not really, the air was mostly just correction tuned chords from the messy stoned sound hole, it was getting annoying but scarlet had no say in it, who can she blame? only herself for thinking that messing with the tuneheads was a good idea.

one of them breaks the tranquility, with a groundbreaking question, not really but whatever. “you know i love you, right?” scarlet asks, out of the blue. it isn’t supposed to be taken as romantic, but yvie didn’t know how to take it, she doesn’t know how those words should translate in her brain because they were so heavy in her opinion.

“huh?” yvie doesn’t know if she was hearing things. well, she heard scarlet, she just wasn’t sure if she was hearing her right. “what’d you say, scar?”

“i said i love you.” she said again, this time, she’s looking at yvie and sustaining the contact they hold with their different colored eyes. “you know that, right?”

yvie just widens her eyes, she didn’t know what she meant, but she’ll answer anyways. “y-yeah, ofcourse i do.” she nods rapidly, stuttering too which is rare for her, her face is getting really red too. maybe it’s because it’s really hot in here or maybe… it’s because yvie is being really hot right now. either of the two makes sense. “i love you too.” she adds hesistantly.

scarlet smiles at how flustered yvie is. she didn’t know why scarlet was saying that when she’s been an ass to her so much. (exhibit a: yvie telling at scarlet that she’s a bitch because she messed up yvie’s painting) or all the times she’s made her wait just so yvie can have someone to walk with from school. scarlet has weirdly always been there by her side, no matter how hostile yvie can get sometimes. “i just thought that i should remind you because you do all these things for me, it’s insane but also lovely at the same time.”

“well, i do those things for you because i- i don’t know i- i just like seeing you happy, so…” yvie shrugs, she definitely doesn’t know what she’s talking about, this situation is weird for her. too much seriousness for her, which is kinda hypocritical because the air was as serious as when she was with her ukulele.

“that’s sweet of you, but don’t i get tiring?” scarlet finally looks up to face yvie who’s eyes are still wide and big. “like sometimes i’m annoying and then you know i know i’m being annoying and you get annoyed by it but-“ she was rambling, but yvie didn’t mind, she’d listen to her voice all day. “and like right now i messed up your ukulele. sorry for that, by the way.“

“bitch! i’m even worse! i don’t even know how you put up with me.” yvie suddenly bursts in laughter and seeing scarlet join her in laughing made her happy, everything about her made her happy.

as the laughter died down, scarlet deadpans and says “true.” and yvie immediately drops her face as she was trying to look for a tone of a joker, but her face was not hinting anything.

“wait what-“

“i’m kidding!”

and then she lets out a sigh of relief.

“well, i guess we’re even then.” yvie chuckles, she strums her ukulele again only to find out that it’s finally tuned, thank god. “hey, look! you don’t have to buy me that ukulele anymore.” she beams at scarlet, showing off her teeth which made scarlet mirror her reaction.

she’s never been this confused her entire life because a new wave of feelings came in her, they were so unfamiliar but she swears she’s heard about descriptions of this feeling from her friends, she doesn’t know what it is, but she’ll figure it out soon, and soon because her mind just stopped working when scarlet replied.

“bet.”

[marypsue]

Tagged by: @mira-eyeteeth

Author Name: MaryPSue

Fandoms You Write For: Too many to list! Anything that I either love and want to learn to imitate, or want to rescue at least one character from. I’ve been most prolific for Gravity Falls and Rise of the Guardians/Guardians of Childhood, with honourable mention to Rick and Morty. (Seriously? That’s my third-most prolific fandom? Well, I guess I have no one to blame for this but myself.)

Where You Post: Here, and AO3. 

Most Popular One-Shot: Based on hits alone, it would appear to be The Incident with Mrs Peterson (Gravity Falls Transcendence AU, a sequel to Return, Rewind, Rewrite). 

Most Popular Multi-Chapter Story: Again, by hits, Reincarnation Blues (Gravity Falls Transcendence AU). 

Favorite Story You Wrote: I’m gonna do one from each of those three most prolific fandoms up there, because I’ve been posting this shit for longer than I really want to think about and picking one ‘favourite’ from one hundred and eighteen posted works (not counting all the individual oneshots in each oneshot collection) is just not an undertaking I’m going to get into tonight.

Gravity Falls: Hive! I fear I will never write anything that so completely, absolutely captures exactly what I set out to write ever again in my life. As far as I can tell, the mood is there, the Ian Worrel visuals are there, the pacing is there, the slow, creeping horror is there, the mix of horror and humour is there, the weird identity bullshit is there, the characterisation is there, the canon tone and voices are there... 

ROTG/GOC: Dreamland. This was the fic that introduced me to my girlfriend and vice versa, and also the fic that introduced me to the X-Files. Both extremely momentous accomplishments. It also was an exercise in lyrical writing that I haven’t quite captured since.

RAM: Boiling a Frog. I set out to spread around as much pain as possible while doing my best to keep it all implied. It’s my favourite thing about the source canon and, imo, the trickiest (but most rewarding) part of it to try to imitate. 

Honourable mention to What Happens in Space Vegas because I giggled the whole time I was writing it.

Story You Were Nervous to Post: Like, all of them? Writing is the mortifying ordeal of being known, even when you’re using other people’s characters.

How Do You Choose Your Titles: Half of them are stolen song lyrics slash lines from poetry in pretentious lowercase, half of them are bad puns. 1% margin for error for the, like, two that are just titled like episodes of Friends.

Do You Outline: If by ‘outline’ you mean ‘have approximately three notes documents and a paper notebook full of post-it notes with different Things I Realised Had To Be In It, slash Thinking Through Things That Aren’t Working, But On Paper, Because That Helps Sometimes, Somehow for each project’, then yes. They’re usually updated constantly the whole time I’m working on the fic - sometimes just a little, sometimes a lot.

Complete: One Hun Dred And Six Teen Works, Babey

In-Progress: The creatively-named Adventure Zone: Balance sequel!fic Imbalance, and Something Borrowed, Something Blues, the sequel to Reincarnation Blues! They’re both actively updating, my update “’”schedule”’” is just glacial.

Coming Soon: Endings for both my published WIPs. I ammmmm also sitting on a couple of things that are all or mostly finished, but they're not likely to get posted, because unfortunately they're not any good and I don't know how to fix them, or they're a specific brand of weird I'm not sure the greater reading public would appreciate or have any use for, or I got fed up with the canon and stopped watching but now I don't know how it ends. Sorry, everyone who followed me because you liked my writing! I peaked in Gravity Falls fandom and it's all downhill from here.

Do You Accept Prompts: Not unless explicitly stated on the blog. I do open up for prompts every now and then, but I’ll reblog a prompt meme or something if I do.

Upcoming Story You Are Most Excited to Write: Look, fool's errand or not, I’m still trying to wrangle that damn SPN/MCU Thor fic into something readable. There’s something there. If I ever manage to excavate it (unlikely), you’ll all probably be the first to know. Whether you want to or not.

Tagging @gretchensinister, @tejoxys, @viletorpedo, annnnd...anybody else who saw this and went ‘aw fuck yeah, fic meme’.

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okay! 4 for the tie me down series or if you'd rather pick one or if you wanna answer for all three fics separately, whatever you want. oh my god and also 2, 3, and 10 for the roylum fic i'm sorry i was scrolling your ao3 and i can't not ask about it. also while i'm here i have to tell you that every single time a blanket cape exists in my life in any way (if i have one or if someone mentions one or if i write one into a fic, anything) i think of luke in your lashton ficmas fic. k bye xoxo bella

thank you bella <3 i, too, think of luke now when i wear a blanket cape. also!!! mentioned the movie baby driver to a housemate today and it made me think of your fic

4. If you could change anything in i'll be here in pieces when you finally pull the pin, what would it be? okay. had to reskim this series to see what's going on but for this one the answer is honestly nothing. it's a great fic. i don't know what i could do differently. the one thing is that sometimes when i italicize things on ao3 it adds a space afterwards so there's a place where a comma is after a space instead of a word, but other than that i wouldn't change anything.

4. If you could change anything in you're the one thing I can't let go (I hate that for you), what would it be? honestly, as above, not much. this is a great fic, too. if anything, i think the switch from alex being uncertain to agreeing to try things with jack was a short transition, but not even by that much. i still think it makes enough sense to not be too jarring. the one thing here would probably be switching the title so the I's are lowercase so it matches with the other titles in the series.

4. If you could change anything in i'll make up for all of your tears, what would it be? hm okay i think this is the weakest one in the trilogy. once again i think that the conversation could've been More, but that was difficult to do because jack had already forgiven alex and if i stretched it out more it just would've turned into alex being self-deprecating and jack having to reassure him, which was not what i wanted. i'm not sure how to fix that so i'm not sure what i'd change tbh.

2. Which scene was your favorite to write in the closest i've ever been to the heart of everything? mmmm well it doesn't really have scenes? like i didn't think of the sections as scenes because it's a Shorter Boi. the entire thing is just roy's new years morning. i also don't necessarily have a moment that was my favorite to write, because even though i love duke i kinda feel like my incorporation of him was clunky, but i will say that a line i particularly like was "They both have been on parallel tracks of self-discovery, taking steps on different paths while still holding hands, and it’s been one of the bright spots of the year." also i reskimmed it just now and this one is better than i remember it being. my word choice was great.

3. Which part of the roylum was hardest to write? calum and roy's dialogue, definitely. honeslty just their interactions with each other in general. i have no clue what these two are like together because we never see it in motion, it's always still images on social media or a phrase thrown out here or there. i was completely making it up.

10. What are some facts readers may not know about the roylum piece? it would not have happened if i hadn't been having an absolutely awful writing day. i was feeling really bad about my ficmas stuff and felt like the amount of work i was putting in wasn't worth the engagement i was getting and writing on that day in particular was hard, but once i considered actually writing a roylum fic it was easy and i got a little giddy about it. i needed something that i didn't feel pressure for and that was it, plus gregory helped me talk through it and said he would read it, which was all i needed. i genuinely thought gregory would be the only person to read it. i also take immense pride in being the first person to write them as a pairing. everyone else is following in my footsteps and that's not something i'm going to be modest about in any way. they also got a title from one of my favorite songs, "it's been a year" by tom rosenthal, which is a wonderful new year's eve song to me and i felt fit really well for 2020. sometimes i wonder if they as a pairing deserve that song but i'll give it to them just this once because i listened to it while writing and it fits the fic.