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sarahsmi13s · 14 hours ago

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💜 Get To Know Your Moots 💜

thank you @desert-fern and @startrekfangirl2233 for the tags!

everything under the cut because i yap

What’s the origin of your blog title?

my og username used to be part of my email when I first made this blog, but after coming back I changed it to what it is now to match all of my other social platforms! Sarah Smiles by P!aTD is one of the only songs that has my name in it and one of my friends in middle school mentioned something about it one day and it just kinda stuck!

OTP(s) + ship names

I'm not really a huge canon/canon shipper unless they were already together, just never has really been my thing until sorta recently. I've written some Hangman/Rooster (hangster) in TGM. Buck/Eddie (Buddie) in 911, the writers just better not fuck it up. I did ship Buck/Tommy (Tevan) since they were canon, but that storyline is over now so they're just a little moment but not something I'm holding out hope for lol. I'm also a Lucy/Tim (Chenford) in The Rookie, and I hope the writers can bring that couple back and do it better. Astarion/Gale (Bloodweave) in Baldur's Gate 3. Shadowheart/Lae'zel (Shadow'zel) also bg3. and Wyll/Karlach (Wyllach) -- all of theses ships are canon to me if my tav/durge isn't interfering but then I have a set up for that don't worry 😂

Favourite Colour

I am a big purple girlie -- all hues but I have preferences towards lavender, royal purple, and the bluer shades! have been since I was little! but I love greens too, sage and forest are my go to's. but I also adore a good yellow! I rarely come across a color I don't like, if I'm completely honest. all colors are great, they just sometimes get grouped wrong

Favourite Game

as mentioned above, I have been playing Baldur's Gate 3 a lot. only 1 completed play through (though I held out at the epilogue party bc I couldn't say goodbye just yet and I did start a new run with that tav for fanfic purposes and cried remaking her) and I have about 4 others (3 tavs and 1 dark urge). and you can ask the servers I'm in... I can't shut up about them I'm also sort of getting into the sims, mainly just to build and have casual fun. and I'm looking forward to getting into dragon age (thanks to @horseshoegirl -- lucky has gotten me hooked). I also love the resident evil games though I haven't played them. and then the long list of games from my childhood that I watched Markiplier and JackSepticEye play. I also love a good card/board game

Song stuck in your head

currently it's "Would You Fall in Love with Me Again" from Epic: The Musical -- it won't leave

Weirdest habit/trait

um in Baldur's Gate, i have to organize the camp chest by putting things in designated boxes. bc I loot everything 😭 and I have so much food that I'm glad doesn't go bad in game because I've brought raw meat and veggies from act 1 all the way into act 3. outside of that, I don't know -- I assume by organization habits may translate? but I don't really know

Hobbies

writing, the occasional reading, playing video games, cooking when I have the things I want to cook available, bugging my mom, annoying my friends on the internet (only half joking 😂)

If you work, what’s your profession?

currently not working, but I have an associates in law enforcement, though I don't know what I would with it at this point in my life. it just doesn't feel like me anymore

If you could have ANY job, what would it be?

there's so many things: if I could find just get a grip, and build my own story, I would love to actually write a book (though I'd need to mature a little more in my skills I think). voice acting has been a big aspiration as of late as well, I blame this in on bg3 and the absolutely brilliant work done by the VAs on that work

Something you’re good at

oh jeez making me be nice to myself... I'd like to say I'm a good writer, all of my moots are (this is a fact and I will fight them on this) I have a lot a room to grow, but who doesn't? I do like to think I'm a pretty good cheerleader for my friends (I feel like I've been slacking lately though) and I'd also like to think I'm good at character analysis, and tearing apart fan fiction like I'm an English teacher

Something you’re bad at

a lot but if I had to pick, maybe like sticking to routines? which is weird, because I like having them, but they are very hard to change so I always revert back to before

Something you love

my friends (online and irl), family, writing and indulging in my friends story ideas to help them as best I can, video games (I'm a whore for story driven ones), food, music, YouTube, movies/tv -- I could keep going but I'd be here all day

Something you could talk about for hours off the cuff

baldur's gate 3, 911, the rookie, some bits of the mcu (phase 1 to early phase 4), my fanfics and ocs, things I just blab to my mother about that I won't say here because it's a long list

Something you hate

my feet always being fucking cold and my inability to finish a fic atm <- there's more but again... we'd be here all day and this is my main issue other than my brain on occasion

Something you collect

fanfic ideas (my wheel is collecting drinks on tab), bg3 tavs (I'm playing through every romance and writing fics for it -- but after that I'm not stopping so tavs galore), and random shit I probably don't need

Something you forgot

a lot of stuff I learned in math, I was good at it at the time, but now? I don't remember the fancy equations. and until now, to move the little "today" magnet on my calendar

Love language?

all of them, honestly, though I'm more of a gift giver than a gift receiver. touch (gimme cuddles, hand holding, kisses, hugs -- all of it), quality time (we could literally sit in silence doing our own thing and it's great), and words of affirmation (I just really need verbal reminders some times alright? my brain is loud) are the big 3

Favourite movie/show

right now? probably 911 and the Rookie but NCIS and pre-season 11 Criminal Minds are a love of mine (nothing wrong with the newer stuff, I just have feelings connected to the early stuff). also I miss Adventure Time and Gravity Falls. movie wise: movies Glen Powell is in, but that's a given. Marvel movies (again phase 1 to early phase 4 -- haven't watched a lot of the new stuff yet) and when I was kid, I scratched the disc for Finding Nemo because I watched it so much

Favourite food

I'm pretty picky, so a lot of my favs are basic. but since I've started cooking things myself/helped cook -- I've ventured out more. but fajita quesadillas (steak and chicken), pizza (rolls and bagel bites included), grilled cheese, turkey and cheese sandwiches are generally safe options. then I've recently tried salmon, so good. and chicken and dumplings in my current go to cold weather food.

Favourite animal

outside of your classic pets (dog, cat, bunnies, bird, fish): foxes, wolves, otters, highland cows, ball pythons, probably more that I can't think of. (the fictional owl bear, they're cute don't judge me)

What were you like as a child?

I think I was relatively normal as a kid. went to like a "headstart" preschool which helped me be academically ahead, I guess? I'm not really sure, but I was a relatively smart kid and that preschool helped with that I think. I played sports, softball and basketball mainly. I loved (and still love) swimming. I played pretend a lot, which maybe is why I love writing so much. relatively well behaved, dropped a few "f bombs" though (it was like twice and my sisters bring it up still). and like I mentioned before, religiously watched Finding Nemo -- my mom would but it on because it was the only thing that would keep me occupied. the wiggles were another big one (I was hyperfixating, but no one knew it yet)

Favourite school subject

going off high school: math probably, I was good at it. I liked science a lot too. history was fun in high school -- mainly because of the teacher (she dressed up). English (lit) was okay, I just didn't like being told what to read and the teachers (8th and 11th grade) analysis was always bullshit out of the lesson plan and if you had something different it was just flat-out wrong and didn't even let you explore your own train of thought -- just told you that you were wrong with no explanation. (my 7th, 9th and 10th grade teachers were great though loved them)

Least favorite subject

adv physical science -- teacher got sick, not her fault but she was out for the last half of the years and it really hurt our grades for a bit because the regular phys-sci teacher wasn't grading us right, and it left a bad taste in my mouth for pays-sci English (lang) -- I write how I talk, which I know isn't really correct, but I just, it felt like it didn't make sense they way she taught it. (most of my subject issues are literally just me with grudges against the teacher bc they weren't helpful)

What’s your best character trait

I feel like I'm a kind person, or at least I do my damnedest to be. I try to be as helpful as I can when in positions to do so. I'm always trying to make sure that I'm mindful of others. I put my all into things, I'm very passionate. I listen and give advice when I can. I'd like to think I'm funny.

What’s your worst character trait (I get a little deep... sorry 😅)

I'm sure you noticed above, I'm very unsure of how people actually perceive me so it causes a lot of "I think" or "I'd like to think" statements. I'm often very in my head, and I care a lot about how others feel/think about me -- which I know isn't inherently bad, but it's not very good either. I beat myself up a lot, and I can get myself in really not nice headspaces. I also tend to bottle up my feelings, which isn't fair to me or others that may want to help -- but I don't want them to feel like it's their fault even though it's really not and I don't want them to feel like I'm trying to get them fix me or that I'm just fishing for validation (no one that I'm friends with has ever said this or made me feel that way, it's entirely my own head). but I preach communication, but I lack the practice in it because I'm scared to upset people -- I'm just a mess 😅

If you could change any detail of your job right now, what would it be?

probably the fact I don't have one 😂 it's a pretty easy fix though

If you could travel through time, who would you most like to meet?

oh that's a tough one -- some of them, there's a language barrier. others, I would end up screwing over the timeline with. so maybe like, just going back in time and talking with my pop who died when I was little, just so I can have that little window of extra time with him

Recommend one of your favorite fanfics! I have been an awful reader lately, fandom jumping is hard. I'm behind on everything but I've been privy to so much background stuff with my amazing friends! and I will tag their work (finished and wips) and please check out the one shots and other works that these people have done as well you won't regret it

Top Gun

Damn Those Dog Tags by @horseshoegirl - it is a finished work, but I haven't finished reading it. I highly recommend that you check it out if you haven't because Lucky poured her heart and soul into this and it is just a beautiful piece!

Set Me Alight by @horseshoegirl - a work in progress and i have loved being a part of the process in seeing this come to life as she writes this! i highly recommend this as well!

You Are My Soulmate by @startrekfangirl2233-writes - a work in progress. i believe this is the first thing a read of star's before we actually talked! a lot of ups and downs in this piece! i recommend giving it a shot

star has so many other yet to debut pieces, and I love them all so be on the lookout for them!

A Gun Amongst Daggers by @desert-fern - a finished piece, but again, I haven't finished reading it. another one I was lucky to witness the process of and I adored it all! please go show it some love fern really put her all into it

Anatomy of an Arsonist by @desert-fern - a work in progress and I have loved being a part of watching this story evolve and grow. she's put so much love and detail into this, I highly recommend

You Catch S.W.A.T Officers with... Muffins? by @desert-fern - a cute little one-shot with Nix that is just absolutely adorable and sweet, if you need a feel good this is where you go!

Anything by @topguncortez , @sebsxphia , @roosterforme , @teacupsandtopgun and so many others are highly recommend as well. And again, please go show anyone tagged here some love on their works if they are your style! they all have so much work that I couldn't possibly but it all down, and search out for smaller pages too -- they're deserving of love too 🫶🏻

Baldur's Gate 3

there are so many that've just been reading through on the search page so I'll be tagging the accounts I see a lot!

@moonselune

@astarionancuntnin

@reverieblondie

We the Stolen by @fangbanger3000 (only on ao3) - I adore this story, it's so captivating and interesting! a definitely rec if you're looking for something unique (please please please! ready the warnings before proceeding)

there are so so so many others if you're a bg3 girlie (gender neutral) give the tags a scroll, you won't regret it

911

@achilles-rage -- has plus!size and race inclusive readers! please please give them a look if you're needing a little love

@megalony -- all of their 911 pieces are very emotional and I think capture the characters in a unique way that is still true to them!

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no pressure tags: @horseshoegirl @teacupsandtopgun @sebsxphia @achilles-rage @lovinglyeternal @bradleybeachbabe and anyone that wants to join!

#vinny voices #vinny *yapped*#get to know me #get to know your moots #mutuals #fic recs #top gun maverick #baldur's gate 3 #911 #sarahsmi13s

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heart2beom · 2 years ago

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hiii! i hope ur doing okay <3

i was wondering what writers you would recommend that have a similar style (romance and comedy) to you since i'm new on tumblr :'P

omg wait this is sort of sweet 😭 i dont really know what my 'style' exactly is, BUT i have been waiting for this exact moment!!!! (ranting about my favorite writers my favorite beings in the world and fangirling bcs that is clearly in my nature)

OKAY OKAY LETS DO THIS!!!

i recommend

-> @jjunis

first writer i got into when stumbling upon moablr!! LITERALLY THE CUTEST SMAUs (i know i dont really make those but i swearrrrr give her soobin one a shot its so ROMCOM-ESQUE) AND all her oneshots are fluffy and cute and and

my favorite piece from them is their beomgyu smau (bcs im a struggling bamtori that eats up anything beomgyu) my beloved GHOSTING. its on hold but its soooooo fucking good, like slow burn at its core and i LOVE it. its not romantic yet but i swear its sooo worth it, the topics it tackles and the character development and the effectiveness of the flashbacks and how real each character feels ...this is the IT smau!!!!

-> @tqmies

i held off on reading for soooo long even when i found each and every summary of her fics sooooooo interesting but then one day i had free time and decided i should finally tackle my reading list and !!!!

i soooo recommend each and every fic, like its all SO good??? FOR WHAT??? so easy to read but her vocab isn't limited, and i just love that balance so much. everything is good. i recommend EVERYTHING.

but if i had to choose ONE, just ONE thing to recommend, it would be love again because i am a whore for best friends to lovers and this was the most perfect beomgyu b2l ever.

-> @minastras

um if mina isn't one of the best writers on moablr then who is????? i'd recommend for starters her yeonjun fic mr. vice president literally captured the essence of academic rivals to lovers arc so well (ill fangirl over this more on my official rec list bcs i have a lot to say but trust!!! minas the writer you're looking for)

also has a cute ongoing taehyun smau, read that too!!!

-> @tyunlatte

the most adorablest, cutest, tooth rotting fluff i squeal over their fics. im still going through their masterlist but FUCKKKKKKK everything ive read so far is SOOOOO good. also totally someone worth following, my dash is blessed every day they're the cutest!!

i'd personally recommend her entire drabble event, but my favorite has to be stay stay stay because im a pureblood swiftie and i love soobin my heart hurts

also ALSO recommend cool hot sweet love. i'm the biggest sucker for love triangles (i mean hello, two cute boys fawning over you??? sign me up ????) and the fact that we get both endings????? hail the great alex!!!

-> @hueningshaped

i can't even pinpoint one fic i'd recommend, literally just go through their entire masterlist it's all so fucking well written (hello if u see this i literally freaked out when you followed me back ur literally my idol, i am your #1 fan rereading everything youve written forever)

-> @ijhyo

absolutely insane writer, blessed this site!!!! i'd recommend their slasher series (can't find the link but im sure youll find it). i know that isnt necessarily romcomy but it was so good (i guessed the insane bitch correctly and therefore i will forever love the series for making me feel smart!!!!!)

OMG ALSO THEIR BEOMGYU FIC!! how to get the girl! once again, i am a whore for b2l.

-> @beomgyuslilracha

i havent read an entire series yet but from what ive read so far..ugh pls beg them to be a scriptwriter i need her fics on my screen, on NETFLIX, ON HULU, DISNEY+ whatever!!! plz pull a 50 shades of grey

-> @gyu-xiao

they only have three things for txt but each one of them is so good, i squealed over each fic. my favorite hyuka fic comes from them!! had me biting my knuckles trying not to scream like damn 😭

okay these are the writers i could first think of 😭 i swear i feel like i forgot three or four but oh well, enjoy your tumblr cruise 🙏

#i swear ill do a proper rec list but its SO time consuming trying to find links #but yes #these are my favorite romcom-y ff writers 🙏

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tarditzgrade · 7 months ago

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drs2p2 spoilers

interesting to me that they introduced another speedster, but didn’t give him the element of speed.

(presumably) they gave wind, smoke, shade, and maybe sound and nature new masters, but when they wanted a new speedster they gave him reflex

they could've just given speed to zur (i think that's his name, i'm not gonna look it up). i get that he has his whole devonian lineage/royalty thing and his element has probably been passed down through royal heritage, but they could've also not done that and not much would've changed.

and while drawing a difference between speed and reflex is a cool idea, it's very clear that 'reflex' is just super speed. that's a constant, though, it seems the writers like to come up with the cool moves first and the element second. i'm a little disappointed with how balance was portrayed but that's for later

either way, many ideas to be had because of this

there's the possibility it is the same element, just with a new name. maybe they disliked the idea of speed being an element so they just rebranded it to something else and we'll just never acknowledge speed again. ninjago isn't new to retconning.

it's also possible they’re gonna do something with griffin, and potentially other old EMs. i'd love for that to happen, but i doubt it. i'll keep hoping, though

maybe i missed something and griffin was there. apparently i missed neuro in a scene besides the one where nokt beats him, so i'm clearly not the most perceptive person

i'd had other ideas, but i forgor them

and you always have to consider the most plausible option which is that the writers just didn't think too hard about it or consider it at all. not calling the writers dumb or careless, but with a story this large, it’s easy for something to slip through the cracks

i could also just be missing some important context outside of the show.

anyways, i'm gonna keep thinking of my silly ideas that the EMs that didn't participate still got their letters, but didn't go bc one tournament of elements is enough for them

#ninjago spoilers #ninjago dragons rising spoilers #ninjago dragons rising s2p2 spoilers #idk its something that bothered me immediately and I couldn’t forget it #ninjago zur #griffin turner #ninjago griffin turner #ninjago dragons rising #ninjago dragons rising s2

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loregoddess · 1 year ago

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Temenos Mistral for the character ask game! (Because you were talking about them earlier!)

First impression: "Oh, he seems neat, wonder what his story will be about."

Impression now: I love Temenos, one of my top favorite characters from the game, probably my scond-fave after Ochette. He's such an interesting character and his story (gripes I might have with the pacing aside) was unexpected for a "cleric" story, based on what I'd seen with Ophilia and some of the clerics from CotC. Honestly I'd write up an entire character analysis if I had the energy to do so, bc there is so much going on with him.

Favorite moment: A few different ones, but I really like how any time that the façade he puts up starts to slip, this sheer force of anger slips through--that's good stuff. Love that his "In Pursuit of Truth" theme also sounds much more energetic and aggressive when compared to his normal theme song (and like, I'm not well-versed with music terms and stuff, but Temenos is also the only character whose "In Pursuit of..." song has a significantly different tempo and more aggressive melody when compared to the standard theme, if I recall correctly).

Idea for a story: Hmm, do the two rewrite ideas of his main narrative that I have floating in my head count? Like I've said, something about the general pacing of events and a handful of narrative elements in his story don't really work for me, and as a result his story arc doesn't seem as strong compared to the others' stories. Not all of it is "bad writing" or anything, like the writers clearly had a plan in mind, and I know some of it is just my personal taste...but yeah, I have a "canon compliant, trying to match the general narrative motifs and themes of the rest of the characters" rewrite idea, and a "mostly canon compliant, but definitely changing some things to fit my personal tastes which therefore go against one or two of the overall recurring themes and motifs" rewrite idea. I'll probably never do anything with them though bc it's more like...anytime I come across story writing that I thought was really good, I try to figure out what about it I liked and how the writers set it up, and any time I come across story writing that doesn't work, I do the same thing where I try to figure out why I didn't like it and then try to figure out how I'd write it myself, and this is like, a little mental enrichment I do just for fun and also to try and sharpen my own preferences and sensibilities for storytelling and writing. So like, I don't technically have that much beef with his story, and I don't want to come off as "I'm a better writer than the original writers" or even that I thought the original arc was bad (it really wasn't bad writing per se), it's more just a thing I came up with for myself for funsies and as a mental exercise in narrative, more so than an actual like, critique of the original story.

Unpopular opinion: I uh, I don't ship him with Crick...or anyone actually. In fact the Temenos x Crick ship really does not float my goats (nothing against anyone who enjoys the ship, you do you and all that, it's just not my cup of tea). I actually read and more or less headcanon Temenos as aroace, and even if I didn't, he's got like 2934820398432 unresolved trust issues, so I'd have a hard time seeing him be able to enter into a romantic relationship anyhow. But that's just my reading, again no shade to anyone who has a different reading/headcanons.

Favorite relationship: I love his interactions with all the other main characters, but I find his weird friendship with Ochette to be really, really interesting especially (I'd write up an analysis and list of thoughts on this too if I had the energy). Outside of the main cast, what little we get to see of his interactions with Jorg, along with what we learn after Jorg gets murdered, is really fascinating to me as well. They have a very unusual familial/professional relationship (although given that Benedict and Anna's wildly unconventional familial relationship is also super interesting to me, I'm thinking I might just be an enjoyer of unconventional and murky adopted familial relationships in fiction).

Favorite headcanon: I am fond of the idea of him being related to Alpates and Throne by blood, although as I've turned the headcanon over in my head and whittled it like a wood carving, it's developed into something really specific with basically no in-game source to back it up, so it's a 100% bona fide "I just made something up and went with it" headcanon that I keep modifying and changing. Basically, I think he's got a situation similar to Hikari's, but significantly more subdued since he doesn't have an evil shadow version of himself trying to talk him into murdering everyone, and that his blood ties to Alpates's bloodline are stronger than his blood ties to D'arqest. Some more specifics about that under the cut bc explaining myself requires talking about late-game spoilers.

(Specifically rather than being directly Claude's son, I think it's entirely possible some of the Blacksnakes were able to have kids of their own, like Father did, without Claude finding out about them and having the child killed, and that even potentially those kids might have had kids, thinning the blood ties to Claude further--so rather than being Throne's half-sibling, Temenos would be more uh...*checks cheat-sheet chart for familial ties* ummm...her half-grand-nephew, god I hate everything about that phrase why does anything relating to Claude have to be a string of "wtf??"s). I keep changing this headcanon slightly (I did originally start from the base of having him and Throne as half-siblings), so who knows just how much it's gonna change before I settle on something I'm really happy with, but I do like the idea a lot.

#sdlfkja;slfdjasd sorry for posting early I keep forgetting there's a keyboard shortcut for posting a post #anyhow I heacanond the majority of the Octopath characters (both games) as some variation of ace #which is why my ''Temenos reads as aroace to me'' headcanon isn't my Favorite headcanon for him #bc it's like...my headcanon for over half the main cast #anywhos yeah #love my dude Temenos he's great I don't talk about it but I love this guy so much #thanks for letting me rant about The Guy #youcantencryptyourface #ask game #I still don't have an ask tag

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bisluthq · 1 year ago

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Hi nat, I don’t wanna sound like a hater but I’ve just been struggling sm lately bc I feel so disconnected to Taylor iykwim? Like she just seems unrecognizable and excuse the parasocialness but like idk I think I just need to separate from the fandom because I just feel she’s so different in the past year and it makes me so sad. Everything just seems somewhat staged and inauthentic. I really loved her and even considered her as my favorite person and lifesaver at some point. But that beautiful, genuine, and talented person that i thought she was is not there anymore. I really saw myself in her at some point and really believed she was a gift to this world with the happiness she brought to people and how she was unapologetically herself, from the intimate fan interactions and public vulnerability and need for privacy she showed compared to other celebrities. Especially the fact that she’s been trying so fiercely to rewrite the history of the past 7 years of her life and is doing a complete 180 on the life she said she wanted is so disheartening to watch as a long time fan. I really thought that rep - evermore Taylor was really her most authentic self but idek anymore. The person she is now is like an entirely different persona and it makes me really sad. I hope she can find herself again for her own sake but i think this is just who she is and who am I to judge that lmao? At the end of the day no person with that amount of money or fame would be relatable. Look I always have to remind myself I don’t know her obviously but I thought I had gotten a pretty good sense from following her the last 12 years. Idk honestly I’m just kinda ranting here but was wondering if anyone else felt like this lately. A lot of my irls and friends have been saying they feel the same disconnect.

Xx anon ❤️

no shade queen and I’m sorry you’re feeling sad but herein lies the problem: “I really loved her and even considered her as my favorite person and lifesaver at some point.” That’s not a fair thing to put on Taylor. She’s literally just some lady lmfao and she’s an extremely talented musician, and she’s hot, and she’s very funny, and she’s a good writer even when it comes to prose, and she’s hardworking as fuck, and she’s apparently quite kind, and she also apparently makes nice food, and she has cute handwriting. That’s all we really know about her tbh. She can’t be our fave person or our lifesaver because like we don’t know her?? It’s not fair to put that on her.

on a very minor scale when I did professional activism/politics and on an even more minor scale on this blog when it was very big like sometimes I felt like I had this responsibility to people to like idk be something for them. And I can’t lol because I’m just a girl who likes to make jokes and write and teach history and drink and recently to go rowing lol. It’s not fair to expect me to be anything other than an interesting essay (in the activism days) or a funny joke (in the blogging days). I can’t be responsible for other shit. Taylor has that on the HUGEST scale and I can imagine how stressful that is and it’s not yk fair. I personally think she’ll get bored of being this public in a bit but she’s having fun rn. She’s got a cute boyfriend and her career is doing stellar and she’s got the I cut down on alcohol glow and shit like let the lady live for a bit. She doesn’t owe us shit. And I’m not convinced she’s a different person, I think she’s just not caring if people see she’s yk who she is - not an angel, not a hermit artiste, just a girl who’s trying to vibe.

I also think for me personally I’ve enjoyed a lot of her recent music so that adds to it. I love Midnights and I love the 1989 Vault and idk I am happy to let her vibe like she doesn’t owe us shit. Far be it from me to tell you to buy her $20 teacups or whatever to sponsor her trips to KC - I don’t lol - but I think it’s deeply unfair to expect her to be your lifeline or whatever like that’s genuinely not on her.

All this said, if you’re not vibing with music or the brand rn that’s okay. Harry Potter was HUGELY important to me in my preteens and into my teens and then as it happened, it turned out that JKR was a really bad person and I reread the books genuinely for science and they weren’t that great like there was a lot there I found actively not okay so aside from how I wouldn’t publicly be a millennial Potterhead anyway probably because I’m not yk that bloody weird I actively disengaged and I asked family and friends to stop buying me Robert Galbraith books and I just like… disengaged. Never watched the cursed child, haven’t watched any of the fantastic beast movies after the first one, never bought any merch again even when it’s a bit cute, just totally cut myself off. That’s MY choice. It’s not JK’s. JK is out there vibing like as she should but I don’t have to support her and she doesn’t owe me shit lol so like yes our moral compasses unfortunately do not align and that’s just the reality so I can be all dramatic or I can just stop buying her shit lol and I’ve chosen to do the latter and I don’t have any bad feelings towards her. We just don’t agree on morals. If you don’t agree with Taylor on morals or even lifestyle that’s also fine but again that’s a you problem not a Taylor problem 🤷🏻‍♀️

hope this made sense and helped although it was rambley.

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honeyhotteoks · 2 years ago

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Bruh

No one writes mmf poly relationships quite like you and I just….

AGAIN, THANK YOU CHAI FOR FEEDING US SUCH QUALITY CONTENT

My favorite FAVORITE thing is how you make sure to stress consistent consent and check-ins. Not only do I find it incredibly hot when they make sure you’re with them, but because even in long term relationships where consent and limits have been so thoroughly discussed and understood, when a scene is this intense there MUST be check-ins bc the body will respond differently on different days etc. I also love how you put reader panicking or getting overwhelmed bc that feeling is SO REAL. Plus Yunhwa asking her to please communicate with them when this happens next time and properly checking in for aftercare…just 🤌🏻

Just- thank you for writing HEALTHY and SAFE bdsm and kink fics bc ffs some people really scare me with how they write it sometimes. (And when I was younger and less knowledgeable/experienced I really thought it was okay bc I didn’t know better)

Also harsh Hard Dom Seonghwa into caring/coddling (almost Mommy)Seonghwa really just hits every time.

Anyways, you’re incredible, nothing new, okaythanksloveyoubye

~🖤🖤🖤 Anon

😭 thank you so much?????

also yes you make some excellent points about long term relationships and still needing to respect limits and do check-ins. i think it's ridiculous to think that just because you established consent with a partner a week ago that it would apply to today, let alone how much gets established over the course of a long term relationship.

as far as the panicking, i feel like this part is really important to me, thank you for picking up on it! there's this interesting impression that i think some people have about subs in bdsm / bdsm porn that like no matter how intense or 'painful' a scene may be, the sub is in nothing but ecstasy and pleasure the whole time. but that's just not true - when you actually listen to people who engage in acts this intense, something they will talk about is this concept of testing personal limits as well as the results of pain play (surging endorphins / adrenaline), it's not just endless orgasms because someone likes being slapped lol

i think a lot of writers portray bdsm poorly because they are garnering all their information from sources like fifty shades or from porn that is not really made from the sub's perspective. i've done a lot of research outside of porn itself to understand these dynamics better so that when i write them, it doesn't come off hollow or problematic, and i really hope that it is working for people who do engage in dynamics like these.

while i personally may not have done everything that i've written in these fics, i do my best to make sure things stay as true to life as possible. one of my best friends is also a practicing submissive and actively working with a dom on some of these more intense dynamics, so she'll share a lot of that with me from the internal sub perspective that way the emotions and physical sensations that i'm putting on paper sound a bit more real.

i'm currently deep in shibari research mode for this very intense san fic i'm writing, so stay tuned for that one....

#answered anon #🖤 anon #i literally could talk about this stuff all day i feel like it's so important

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planetkiimchi-rbs · 3 months ago

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i wish i didn't have to go to school today so i could curl up in my room and read all your fics like a christmas fic binge :(( but !! i'm so glad that it's FINALLY HERE (i've been waiting for this since june you don't even know)

full fic analysis under cut bc i rambled again :( but i finished reading this and i just. i love it so much??? the idea was so good and it was so well executed i can't imagine a better writer to write minghao this specific way. <33

For a moment, Minghao is simply taken aback by the quiet grace of your entrance, the way the afternoon light seems to favour you.

hell-O what happened to good morning ?? y/n really came into this fic like an ethereal being

"Each flower has its own needs, but with patience, they show their beauty. Much like people, I suppose."

this sentence set the stage for such a beautiful analogy of people being like flowers... also minghao's SO insightful ugh 😩😩

You respond with that cute grin of yours𑁋it seems more relaxed now.

aww that's so cute!! love how y/n slowly gets more comfortable w hao ☹️☹️

the tip of your tongue just barely peeking out in concentration.

people who stick their tongue out the side of their mouth when they concentrate >>> it's such a lovable trait

And flowers𑁋like people𑁋don't rush.

no why is this the PERFECT fic for hao and his patient, transcending calm????

The shift from the warm tones of summer to the cool shades of autumn had arrived, bringing a new, fresh palette for him to play with.

THIS LINE !!

"Not just you, no," Minghao replies amusedly. "But I think you could be. A flower, I mean. You're just someone who's figuring out what kind you want to be."

i love how he doesn't deny comparing people to flowers in general cuz somehow that is exactly what minghao is? like a guy who sometimes is a little on the sidelines simply because he enjoys perceiving other people a bit too much

The question rests upon Minghao's shoulders

NOO THIS SENTENCE 😭😭 absolute poetry how do people even come up with these ??

I've been liking the liánhuā lately𑁋the lotus. It grows in muddy water and blooms above the surface, even despite those circumstances. It also represents purity, resilience, and growth."

this is an amazing choice honestly the lotus is soo beautiful & strong (also i like the way lotus roots taste) and it's so minghao!!!

Then he just simply shrugs. "I guess I didn't mind it," he replies lowly, and meets your eyes warily. "Does it bother you?"

if someone said this to me i'd be folding on the spot bro like just confess already??

"I don't mind either," I like being in this place... with you. "Not at all."

rania and her lovely writing style of putting unsaid words in italics in between 🤩🤩 i love how distinctive it makes your writing

Minghao has picked flowers for funerals before. He's also seen people hold onto flowers that are long past their bloom, clinging to them as if their presence alone could bring someone back. He's been there too.

oh GOSH the sorrow? so beautifully portrayed

The question feels a bit silly to ask, and it makes Minghao's features soften as he looks at you, a warmth in his chest that spreads like the first rays of sunlight breaking through a cold morning. "I've already been waiting for you," he says, almost cheekily, and it seems to lighten the moment a little. "I haven't planned on stopping anytime soon."

this fic is my other roman empire (this and moni's "finger trapped (ripped to its seams)")

His arms catch you instinctively, gentle yet steady, embracing around you like flowers petals folding inward for protection. His warmth seeps into you as if he were the sun reaching a flower in the early hours of dawn, and his hand comes up to cradle the back of your head, encouraging you to press closer into his warmth.

this whole paragraph healed me.

Minghao wonders if flowers ever feel the same bittersweet pull when their petals fall𑁋the ache of letting go, but the quiet hope of something new taking root.

holy shit. this line touched a part of me so raw that i didn't even know existed

caught in bloom, caught on you | xu minghao

SYNOPSIS. in which you find yourself becoming a regular𑁋or perhaps more than that𑁋at minghao's flower shop. PAIRING. florist!xu minghao x gn!reader GENRE. fluff, a pinch of angst, hurt/comfort, strangers to friends to lovers WARNINGS. hao basically falls in love at first sight HAHA, mild cursing, implied that yn lost someone close to them, a lot of yearning n pining, kissing WORD COUNT. 8.3k

notes: wheeboo is NOT in their short-ish fic era anymore and is in their long-ish fic era rn 😭 anyway,, i didnt have a title for the fic until hao posted his song on his birthday so... I hope u all enjoy?? this might be one of my faves haha

Minghao likes these kinds of days.

Thin, irregular shapes of cotton drift lazily across the endless blue embrace of the skies. The afternoon sun carries warmth in its hands that he could feel right through the glass windows of his flower shop. It's almost as if the season of summer itself is breathing through his shop, softly encouraging his little garden to reach for the light.

Minghao runs his slender fingers through the cool edges of a hydrangea, its soft petals a deep shade of prismarine.

Ever since he was younger, his mother had told him that flowers weren't just things to be cared for. They were companions, your friends if you'd let them be, each blooming with all different kinds of personalities.

He likes how the flowers didn't ask for much; they simply needed patience and care, and in return, they gave him a sense of peace that he couldn't find anywhere else.

The sudden chime of the bell pulls him from his thoughts. He straightens up, wiping his hands on the apron tied loosely around his waist, and glances toward the door.

The figure the walks through the door is unfamiliar, yet it's easy to catch the way the sunlight highlights the edges of your silhouette, almost like a halo as you step inside the shop. For a moment, Minghao is simply taken aback by the quiet grace of your entrance, the way the afternoon light seems to favour you.

Your gaze circles around the shop, taking in the rows of flowers with a soft curiosity. There's some sort of quiet hesitation in your movements when you take a few more tentative steps inside, as if you're trying to find the right place to be in this space, just as much as you're trying to find the right flower.

Minghao finds himself clearing his throat, drawing a polite smile across his lips and catching your attention right away.

"Good afternoon," he greets calmly. "Can I help you with something today?"

You glance up at him, a slight surprise in your eyes before they soften.

"Hi, um... Yeah, I was actually looking to see if I could buy some flowers. The shop I went to before closed down, so I've been searching for a new place. It was a bit of a drive." Then you hesitate briefly, before continuing, "I'm not sure what to look for exactly, but something for a first date would be nice."

Minghao's heart stirs a bit disappointingly at that, though he quickly suppresses the feeling away. After all, it's just flowers, and you're simply here to buy them for someone else.

He nods thoughtfully, giving a soft, understanding look.

"Ah, well. Congratulations first of all on the date," he says calmly, though the nerves itches his fingers. "A first date is always special, isn't it?"

"They are," You reply sheepishly, and the hint of a blush to your cheeks nearly resembles the colour of the roses displayed near the window.

"Is there a specific kind of vibe you're going for?" Minghao asks. "I can help you pick something that feels right."

You pause for a moment, eyes lingering on a beautifully-painted vase. "Hmm, I think... something romantic, but not too traditional, if that makes sense? Not something too cliché, you know, but I also want it to feel special."

Minghao simply hums in response, his mind sifting through the variety of options he could think of. There's this odd sense of responsibility within him to make your choice is beyond perfect.

"Roses are always a classic," he begins. "but they're quite conventional, so..."

He can sense you following closely to him as he walks toward another part of the shop.

"These are tulips," Minghao explains, gesturing to a row of soft, voluminous blooms in shades of pale pink and coral. "They're not commonly picked like roses, but there's a nice charm about it. They're meant to represent long-lasting love."

You take a good look of the flowers, and you're amazed by how bright they appear.

"Wow, they're so beautiful." Then you take a small glance up at Minghao, before back down at the flowers. "You must really take care of these flowers to make them look this vibrant."

"I try my best," he mutters quietly, watching as you continue to take in their beauty. "Each flower has its own needs, but with patience, they show their beauty. Much like people, I suppose."

Your eyes flicker back up at him, and for a moment, there's a quiet stillness between you, as if the space between you two is holding its breath. Then you let out a warm, somewhat nervous chuckle.

"I think I understand," You say, taking a step closer towards the tulips and carefully running a finger over its petals. "It's about giving them space to grow, right? Not forcing them to be something they're not."

There's something about the way you speak, something thoughtful, almost as if you also understand the language of patience he's grown so accustomed to.

"Exactly." He smiles faintly. "That's what I like about flowers𑁋they don't rush. They just exist, and somehow, they slowly become what they're meant to be."

You lift your gaze to meet his, and in your eyes, Minghao sees something more than just curiosity. There's a softness there, a sincerity that draws him in. At his sides, he feels his fingers twitch slightly, but he quickly smooths his hands down his apron.

It's strange how a simple conversation about flowers can make him feel so... connected to someone.

"I think these are perfect," You tell him, eyes brightening with confidence.

A wave of satisfaction washes over Minghao, who nods in agreement.

"Would you like me to wrap them up for you?" he asks.

"That would be great, thank you," You respond with that cute grin of yours𑁋it seems more relaxed now. The thought makes his heart flutter.

Minghao begins to wrap the delicate stems with some brown wrapping paper, carefully arranging them so they're secure. As he ties a ribbon around the bouquet, he can't help but sneak up a glance at you. You're wandering around the shop with your hands clasped in front of you, looking at the other arrangements on display, and he smiles to himself.

He finishes the bouquet and smooths out any remaining creases with his fingertips. When you make your way back over to him, he offers it to you.

"Do you want to write your name on a gift tag?" Minghao asks, holding up a small card and a pen. He doesn’t know why his heart's beating faster𑁋perhaps it's the subtle hopefulness in his voice that will make your name linger longer, even after you leave.

You glance at the pen in his hand, considering it for a moment before nodding.

"Sure, I'd love to," You tell him with a faint smile, snatching the pen from his grasp, giving it a quick click before writing something down, the tip of your tongue just barely peeking out in concentration.

When you finish, you hand the card back to him. He takes it from you carefully, inspecting your neat, intricate handwriting. It's simple, yet there's a certain elegance to it it. Minghao reads it under his breath: For someone special, who I hope feels the same - Y/N.

Y/N, he repeats in his mind.

"I'll finish it up for you now," he says, placing the card with the bouquet. He arranges the flowers once more, making sure everything is perfect before handing it to you.

You find yourself fishing into your bag for your wallet. "How much do I owe you?"

Minghao hesitates for a moment, his fingers hovering over the register, but there's something about the way your features soften and how your eyes meet his that makes him pause.

"It's on the house."

You stop your hands, peering back up at him with a surprised look. "Really? Are you sure?"

"Of course," he assures calmly. "It's the least I can do."

You just blink at him a few times, a soft chuckle escaping your lips.

"Thank you," You let out sheepishly as you take the bouquet in your hands, the ribbon slipping through your fingers as you carefully adjust it. There's a split second that passes where you sneak a glance at the nametag on his chest. "I really appreciate it. I'm sure they'll love them."

Something in his chest tightens at that𑁋they'll love them. Minghao tries not to overthink it, tries to ignore the brief twinge of something unsettling in his chest.

But you're smiling, so he smiles back.

"I hope so," he replies gently, and with a polite bow of his head, he adds, "I'm sure they'll appreciate the thought behind it."

As you walk towards the exit, you take a final look around the shop, eyes lingering on the shelves of flowers, before turning back to Minghao.

"I'll be sure to come back," You say brightly, and the way the afternoon sunlight pours down all around you in the doorway makes you appear almost angelic. "Thank you for everything."

"I'll be here," Minghao responds, offering a small, timid wave of his hand. "Take care."

The chime of the bell above the door announces your departure, and a sigh leaves him.

It's just flowers, he tells himself again. Just flowers.

And flowers𑁋like people𑁋don't rush.

Minghao finds himself wiping away some spilled soil on the counter, the soft hum of piano music drifting throughout the quiet flower shop. He had just gotten done cleaning up after a busy morning of rearranging a few displays around the shop to tie into the slow seasonal changes that were beginning to take shape outside.

The shift from the warm tones of summer to the cool shades of autumn had arrived, bringing a new, fresh palette for him to play with. Chrysanthemums, petunias, dahlias, and marigolds were beginning to make their way into the shop, taking their place next to the peonies and roses that had been so meticulously cared for.

When the last bits of soil are wiped away, Minghao steps back to admire the beauty of the shop around him, he takes in a deep inhale, letting in the earthy scent of the fresh blooms fill his lungs.

After storing away a few extra vases in the backroom, the chime of the door hits his ears, and Minghao finds himself straightening back up to greet whoever had come inside.

When looks up, however, he freezes for a moment. He catches you standing in the doorway, and Minghao has to blink a few times to make sure his mind wasn't playing any tricks on him.

"Hi, again," You're the first to greet this time, and then that grin spreads across your face once again, one that seems all-too familiar.

Minghao leans against the counter. "Back so soon?"

"I was just in the area, couldn't help myself, you know..." You drawl with a playful shrug. "I actually just officially moved into the city just last week, hopefully to be closer for this new job and well... The drive here isn't as long as before."

Minghao smiles softly. It's an unexpected but pleasant surprise for you to admit all that to him, and for some reason, it makes him feel a little lighter.

"That's great," he responds, pushing himself off the counter as he straightens up. "I imagine that must be a relief. How do you like it so far?"

You step further into the shop, your eyes eagerly scanning the new arrangements he's set up.

"It's been great, actually," You say with a relieved look. "Life has been... good, honestly. I think the city suits me. It's different, but in a positive way, and I'm already surrounded by a lot of nice people."

This warm and genuine feeling tugs at Minghao's lips as he listens to you, adjusting the stems of a vase full of a plethora of zinnias.

"I'm assuming that date from before went well then?"

His words makes the smile on your face flicker, and the change is subtle but noticeable enough for Minghao to catch it, even when he's not directly looking at you. You shift your weight between your two feet, and the way you glance around the shop seems almost like you're trying to distract yourself from something.

"The date didn't go well at all, actually."

Minghao's fingertips pause on the cold surface of the vase, brows furrowing in a bit of surprise.

"Oh, I'm so sorry," he apologises gently, regretting for the sudden change in mood. "I didn't mean to bring up anything uncomfortable."

You let out a small, rueful chuckle, shaking your head. "No, no, it's okay. Really."

The air seems to thicken a little. You could only stand and watch for a few long moments as Minghao moves gracefully around, tending to all the flowers with his usual care.

After a long pause, you finally break the silence.

"It was good at first, I think, then it just became... awkward. Like really awkward. I thought I had everything planned out𑁋good place, nice flowers, all that jazz... but I guess it just didn't click. I think we both kind of felt it." You feel your shoulders deflate in a pit of defeat, a soft sigh escaping your lips as you run a hand through your hair. "I don't know why I just rambled all that. Sorry about that."

Minghao doesn't say anything at first, simply giving you some space, but he feels his heart tighten in his chest. He casts his eyes on you, also unsure why you're telling him this or why it feels important to him, but he knows it's a moment of vulnerability𑁋a rare one𑁋and he wants to handle it with care.

"No need to say sorry," he reaffirms, tone soothing. "Sometimes things don't go as expected, and that's okay. It doesn't mean it wasn't meaningful."

You glance towards him, catching the sincerity dripping down from his words. It catches you by surprise at how almost... comfortable it feels to be open right now, with him. The atmosphere here doesn't demand anything of you.

"As people, we try so hard to make things go right that we forget to just... let them unfold naturally," he says softly, as if thinking aloud. "I think sometimes things don't work out because we're not ready for them yet, or maybe they're not the right kind of flower at the right time. You can spend so much time trying to arrange them, placing them in the perfect spot, hoping they'll just fit… but sometimes they don't. And that's okay."

You can't help but quirk a playful lip at that, but you can't resist the way his words appear to tug right at your heartstrings. "Are you comparing me to a flower?"

"Not just you, no," Minghao replies amusedly. "But I think you could be. A flower, I mean. You're just someone who's figuring out what kind you want to be."

The thought about being a flower𑁋in another life, perhaps𑁋is a bit silly. But you also wonder about other things too𑁋if you're being treated with the same care and attention that Minghao gives to his flowers, or if you're wilting like one that hasn't found the right light yet. And as you gaze around the shop, taking in the beauty of the blooms around you, you find yourself smiling.

"I think I'd like to try and take care of a flower," You announce, determination weaving around your voice and words. "I'm not sure if I'd be good at it, but I'd like to try."

Minghao crosses his arms together, letting out a thoughtful hum while studying you for a few seconds. "I think you'd do well."

For some reason, those few words were enough to send heat crawling up your body and into your face.

"Thank you," You breathe out sheepishly, the corners of your mouth tugging upwards. "Can you give me a few recommendations?"

Minghao just nods. "Sure."

From there, he leads you toward a small display near the front of the shop where a few different pots and seedlings are carefully arranged. He describes a few of them to you. You're immediately drawn to the passion dripping from his tone, and the way he appears to light up when he speaks.

"These might be a good start," he suggests, gesturing to a small seedling. "Marigolds are pretty low maintenance. They need light, of course, but they're easy to grow and care for."

You take a moment to study over the baby plant with sweet curiosity.

"I think I'll start with these, then," You say, glancing back at Minghao. "Something easy."

Minghao's eyes don't stray away from how you admire the tiny plant, how you cradle the pot in your hands to take a closer look at it as if you're already imagining yourself taking care of it.

"Taking care of them can be a good reminder to take care of yourself too," he points out. "They need patience, consistency… and a little bit of trust, just like people do."

You look up at him, a smile tugging at your lips once more, feeling something warm bloom in your chest. His words settle into you in a way that's hard to describe, but they feel right𑁋like they're exactly what you need to hear.

"That's true," You reply, the weight of the sentiment settling comfortably within you. "I guess I could use a reminder like that."

"Shall I wrap it up for you?" he offers.

"Yes, please. Thank you."

After mulling over some options, he chooses the perfect wrapping paper and adds a small note about caring for marigolds. You watch him, mesmerised by the ease in his movements, the care he pours into something so simple. For a moment, you forget about all the bustling noise outside the shop, and all that exists is Minghao and the flowers, his flowers.

As Minghao ties the final knot around the marigold pot, he hands it to you, and his fingertips briefly brush against yours.

"Thank you," You tell him softly. "For everything, really. It's very calming in here."

Minghao's smile widens, almost like he's heard those same words before, and perhaps he has; maybe many people find themselves drawn to his calm presence and the haven he's created in this little shop.

There's a strange warmth that spreads throughout your chest as you cradle the small plant in your hands. "I'll be sure to take good care of it."

A few moments of comfortable silence pass as you both stand there, your eyes drifting around the shop to take in the palette of autumn that colours the space. Yet it's almost instinctive in the way your gaze finds Minghao.

"I hope you won't mind me coming back, you know... to make sure I'm doing a good job with this little one." You gesture to the plant in your hands, a playful tone to your words.

Minghao chuckles, a sound as gentle as the petals surrounding him. "Of course. I'll be here."

"Do you mind if I take another look around with the place? It looks great, by the way."

"Take all the time you need."

And for the first time in a long while, Minghao felt like he wasn't just waiting for the next flower to bloom.

He was blooming, too.

"Do you have a favourite flower?"

The question rests upon Minghao's shoulders while he waters a cluster of orchids in the back corner of the shop. You're hovering near him, aimlessly trudging your fingertips over, but instead lets the question settle in between the quiet moments.

"I imagine it's hard to pick as a florist, right?" You let out a meek laugh. "It's kind of like asking a painter to pick their favourite colour."

The corners of Minghao's lips curl up slightly, his eyes fixed on the glistening leaves under the faint droplets of water. You can tell he's contemplating the question from the quiet hums leaving his mouth, and for some reason, you find comfort in his patience.

"Not exactly," he says after a pause, his voice steady, thoughtful. "A painter might have a favourite colour, but they don't use it all the time. It's about balance. Knowing when to bring it forward and when to hold it back."

"Ah, so you do have a favourite flower," You tease lightly, nudging him playfully with your shoulder. "You just don't want to admit it."

The brief touch seems to linger in the air, a soft warmth that you both let pass without acknowledging. Minghao gently sets the watering can down and looks at you for a moment, his gaze a little deeper than before.

"In China, we have a lot of flowers that hold meaning," Minghao continues. "It's hard to pick one specifically, but... I've been liking the liánhuā lately𑁋the lotus. It grows in muddy water and blooms above the surface, even despite those circumstances. It also represents purity, resilience, and growth."

You tilt your head as you take in his words. You already knew yourself that you didn't know much about flowers, but there's a certain curiosity that washes over you from how Minghao speaks so fondly about them. Even something as simple as a flower has layers of meaning for him.

"That's really beautiful, I..." You trail off, trying to find the right words. "I've always looked at things really surface-level, you know, like I've always found daisies beautiful because they're so simple and bright, but I never really thought much about their deeper meanings. It's kind of like... I never thought about why I liked them. It's just easy to see them and appreciate them, I guess."

Minghao blinks at you, before lowering his gaze down to the floor. "Daisies suit you."

You turn to him, dazed. "Really?"

Minghao takes a contemplative pause. "Well, they're not only... beautiful to look at, but they brighten up any space they're in."

You feel your feet seep into the floor, sinking deeper as your cheeks warm, suddenly hyper-aware of how close you were standing next to him. And it's the way he acts like he didn't fucking say anything out of the ordinary almost makes you lose it.

"Are you flirting with me right now?"

However, Minghao doesn't seem fazed by the question. Instead, his lips twitch into a small, almost imperceptible smile, and then a few seconds later, your phone rings.

Minghao just offers you a little wave of his soil-painted hand. "Have fun at work, Y/N."

"Minghao! Can you teach me how to wrap these flowers?"

Minghao casts his attention up from displaying a new set of hyacinths, catching you behind the counter with a bouquet in your hands, along with a small old lady on the other side with a cheerful grin.

There's a subtle tug at the corners of his mouth when he hears you holler for him again, and he brushes his hands against his apron, before marching his way toward you. He steps up to you, taking the flowers from your hand while you beam happily towards the old lady.

"What's the occasion for the flowers, ma'am?" You ask curiously. Th elderly woman lets out a soft laugh, resting her wrinkled hands on the counter.

"It's for my grandson! He's graduating from high school today. Time flies by, doesn't it?"

"Wow, that's such a milestone! Congratulations to him," You exclaim enthusiastically, softly clapping your hands together as Minghao deftly arranges the flowers within the wrapping paper, before sliding it over to you.

He leans in a bit more, almost too close you feel the way his arm brushes against yours and the way his breath fans against your skin.

"Fold the edges like this," Minghao instructs softly, his hands hovering right over yours. "Make sure the paper covers the stems. Too much pressure could break them; too loose could make them fall apart."

You watch as his hands follow yours while you nervously, yet carefully trace the frail edge of the paper, showing you how to make each fold with a care that's almost tender. His close proximity sends strange flutters to your stomach, but you do your best to ignore it.

"Okay, like this?" You question, pulling the paper slightly tighter around the bouquet.

Minghao hums approvingly, letting you hold the flowers while he circles a ribbon around it with ease. His hands brush against yours as he neatly ties it, and the two of you pull back to watch how it delicately falls over the bouquet.

The old lady glances between the two of you with a knowing smile.

"The two of you make such a cute couple! Do you run the shop together?"

You feel your face fire up at that, cheeks burning with embarrassment. Then you instinctively glance over at Minghao, who surprisingly doesn't seem as flustered as you are.

"Oh, um, we're not𑁋"

"They like to help out here once in a while," Minghao adds in smoothly, though you aren't sure if that entirely helps or not. However you know what he's saying is true, because whenever your break for work comes or on your free time, you find yourself naturally walking towards the flower shop to help out at times.

The lady just beams up even more, scooping up the bouquet in her grasp. "Well, it's nice to see young faces working together! You two sure do have a lot of chemistry."

You offer a wave of your hand. "I hope your grandson enjoys the flowers. Congratulations to him once again!"

With that, the old woman offers a small wink before turning to head out of the shop. "Thank you, dear! Take care, both of you." Her delighted steps echo off the walls as she exits the shop.

The shop grows quiet again. You let out a sigh, cracking your knuckles as you turn to Minghao, who was already wiping over the surface of the counter, making quick work of putting things back in order, and for some reason, it still doesn't wipe away the pit of awkwardness you're feeling. You wonder if he feels the same too.

"So," Minghao starts, still continuing to clean without batting a glance at you. "You're taking over my shop, it seems."

You let out a haughty scoff. "I just wanted to try wrapping some flowers for someone. Don't let it get to your head."

Minghao only chuckles lightly, though he keeps his focus on the counter, yet you could only focus on him. You can't help but admire the way his hair falls effortlessly over his forehead, the slight endearing tilt of his head as he works, and how his movements are so meticulously unique to only him. There's a certain aura he exudes that makes you feel strangely at peace, a magic that only seems to reside within the walls of the shop.

"Why didn't you say no?" You suddenly ask, the question slipping out before you could shut your mouth.

Minghao pauses mid-swipe, looking back up at you. "Say no to what?"

"To, uh... the lady back there," You stammer, feeling the heat creep back at your neck. "About us, you know... being a couple."

Minghao remains silent as he tosses the dirty wipe away. For a moment, he seems to be contemplating something𑁋whether the question, the idea, or something more.

Then he just simply shrugs. "I guess I didn't mind it," he replies lowly, and meets your eyes warily. "Does it bother you?"

Your mind goes completely blank at his question. Does it bother you? The simple truth is that you didn't expect him to answer so casually. You were expecting him to probably correct her humbly, in all honesty. After all, it was just a passing comment from a lady who didn't mean any harm behind it.

But... does it bother you?

"No, it... it doesn't bother me. Really," You respond after a pause, voice coming out a bit forced. Your heart is beating super fast right now. "I guess I just didn't expect you to go along with it since we're not𑁋"

"𑁋not a couple," Minghao finishes for you. "I know."

You feel like you're melting into a pile of goo, your thoughts scattering like ants running out of their pile.

"I'm sorry, I'm overthinking," You mumble out, trying to brush everything off with an airy laugh.

Minghao shakes his head. "I should be sorry. I made you uncomfortable."

"You-You didn't, trust me!" You wave your hands dismissively, albeit a bit dramatic. "I was just caught off-guard and didn't know how to respond."

This seems to relax Minghao's shoulders a bit, but not entirely.

"Okay," he says, and his voice is as light as a wisp getting caught in the wind. "But you'd tell me if you were uncomfortable, right?"

You give him an easy nod, maybe even confident. "I would. I promise. And you'd... tell me too?"

Minghao meets your eyes with a steady gaze, his expression soft but thoughtful. For a moment, there's a subtle shift in the air, and you can feel the weight of his words before he speaks again.

"Yeah," he answers firmly, sincerely. "I would."

When you open your mouth to speak again, your phone dings in your pocket. You squint your eyes to read over the message in your notifications, before closing up your phone.

"My meeting got cancelled." Then you blink up towards Minghao, as if trying to convey an unspoken question to him.

As if the answer wasn't already obvious, Minghao gives you a small, almost teasing smile.

"I don't mind the company," he tells you, then quirks up a brow. "Unless you do."

"I don't mind either," I like being in this place... with you. "Not at all."

Flowers bloom when the time is right. And you don't mind waiting for it.

When a flower dies, there's a certain routine that comes after it. Trim away the wilted petals, dispose of the stems, recycle them as compost, and plant the next set of blooms.

Minghao hates seeing flowers die.

The sound of crumbling petals tie a knot in his chest, the stillness that follows afterwards is almost deafening. But he knows it's an inevitable part of life. Every flower has its chance to bloom and thrive, and eventually, it will fade.

The flowers don't belong to him, after all𑁋they are simply passing through his care briefly before going to someone else or withering away, like everything else in life. Minghao knows it's unnecessary to hold onto these flowers so tightly, but after being surrounded by them his entire life, it's merely impossible to let go.

The bell chimes as he's composting a few camellias that had sadly wilted, and he gazes up to find a gust of snow following your footsteps as you step inside. A large, black fluffy coat hugs your body and a scarf is wrapped snugly around your neck. However this time, Minghao doesn't notice any ounce of a smile to your face.

He sets the compost bin down and wipes his hands on his apron.

"Y/N?"

There's a very subtle twitch to your expression when he calls out your name.

"Hey," You croak out, voice a bit strained. "Um... is it fine if I buy some flowers?"

Minghao feels something in his chest clench at your tone, but he pushes the feeling away with his usual calm composure, masking away any concern simmering on the surface.

"Sure," he replies, focusing on the shadows that plague over your features. "Is there anything specific you're looking for?"

Your eyes drift away from to look around the flower shop, taking note of the bright, usual blooms that surround you, yet none of them appear are what you're looking for.

"Do you have, um..." You feel like you're already going to regret this. "...anything for a funeral?"

The words float in the air between you both. Minghao's expression falters for just a moment, the calmness that he usually carries slipping as his eyes soften toward you.

"Of course," he says softly. "I have a few options."

With that, he leads you to a particular spot in the shop, where it houses all sorts of flowers with muted colours𑁋white roses and lilies, pale chrysanthemums, and pink and purple orchids all arranged neatly. Minghao watches as you gaze over each flower, but he doesn't speak yet, simply allowing you the moment to breathe.

"These are the traditional flowers for a funeral," he explains finally. "White roses for remembrance, lilies for peace, chrysanthemums for mourning, and orchids for everlasting love."

It's bit a different when it's you though, and he doesn't exactly know how to explain it.

You plod slowly throughout the display, picking up a stem here and there, but each time, you set it back down as if it didn't feel right. But when you come across the orchids, you linger a little longer on them, tenderly caressing the petals as if you were scared to break them.

"I think I'll choose these ones. The orchids," You murmur, picking up a few stems and showing it to him.

Minghao just nods, taking the ones from your hands and grabbing a few more to finish the rest of the bouquet, moving with careful precision.

"I'll handle the rest, don't worry," he assures you as he gracefully works to arrange the orchids.

None of you choose to say anything more, only letting the diffident silence stretch. For some reason, the shop feels a little more cooler, the air heavier than usual. The only sound is the rustling of Minghao's hands moving carefully over the flowers, the quiet snap of a stem as he trims it with his shears. Outside, the snow continues to fall.

Minghao doesn't press for any details, yet even in the quiet, you have a feeling that he knows. Maybe that's why he's just letting his hands speak for him.

"Here you go." He offers you a neat bouquet of pale lavender orchids.

You step up to him to retrieve it from his grasp, bringing it close to your chest. "Thank you."

Minghao knows he shouldn't let his feelings get in the way, but as he takes note of the slight glassiness to your eyes and small tremble of your hands holding the bouquet, he isn't sure how much longer he can hold it in. He feels guilty when he lets his eyes drift down to your lips for a second, before averting it back up quickly.

The smile you give him is nothing short of fragile, faint, but it's there. And then, with a sudden leap, you find yourself leaning into Minghao's embrace without thinking, wrapping your arms around his body as if he was the only thing in the world that was preventing you from falling down. And in a way, he is.

You don't cry𑁋not entirely. A single tear slips past your lashes, landing silently against his shoulder. He feels it, but he doesn't move, doesn't say anything, and just lets you... be.

"I'm sorry," You mumble into his shoulder. "I didn't mean to𑁋"

"Don't be," Minghao interrupts softly. "It's okay."

You pull away for a moment to look up at him. He's still holding you. His hands have fallen down to your sides, resting there as if he's held you like this before. The way you're looking at him has Minghao nearly forgetting how to breathe; it nearly urges to him to lean down and close the distance between the two of you.

His gaze lingers on your lips, and for a split second, Minghao almost allows himself to follow the instinct to lean in.

But then he stops himself.

He's not sure what this is, what the right thing to do is. His thoughts are tangled mess of roots𑁋he's always been careful with holding himself back, with promising to wait, yet something about the way you look at him makes it feel like the only right thing to do is to give in.

But he can't. Not yet. Not when you're so fragile and baring yourself raw to him.

Yet he sees the way your eyes flutter at him, the way a crease of question forms in between your brows as if you're also unsure of what this moment is, but there's a longing there too. It's almost pleading. And you lean in a little more towards him.

"Y/N," he breathes out your name, and it's the first time you ever heard his voice shake like that. "We... We shouldn't."

You don't say anything at first, your eyes searching his face like you're trying to read something. You open your mouth, close it, and then, with a slight exhale, you step back, only a little, but enough to let the cool air seep in between you.

"I'm sorry, I..." You squeeze your eyes shut for a moment, letting out a sniffle. "Fuck, I'm sorry..."

Minghao feels his chest tighten. "It's okay𑁋"

"I-I just wanted to feel something for a moment, you know? Everything is such a mess right now and the first person I thought of was you, because I like... the way you make me feel. I like it way more than I should. And that... that it's okay if you don't feel that way too."

Minghao's heart stutters at that, and perhaps the world even pauses too. All words that want to leave him become stuck in his throat, because he knows deep down𑁋from as far back as the moment you walked into the flower shop𑁋that he's felt the same way for far too long.

So, he settles with taking one hand from your side and slowly reaching up to trace your warm cheek with his thumb, his touch delicate as if he's afraid he might cause your petals to fall down. He brushes away a lingering tear that had been drying up on your skin and lets his hand stay there.

"You... deserve way more than just comfort in a moment like this," Minghao starts quietly. "But you're grieving right now, and I don't want to take advantage of that. I don't want to just be someone who's here for a moment, because... you mean so much to me more than that."

Your lips form into a tight, thin line, and you flicker your gaze towards the floor, the heaviness in the air still weighing down on your shoulders.

"Minghao..."

"And if I act on what I feel, it wouldn't be fair to you," Minghao continues, voice trembling slightly as he speaks. "I want it to be because you know what you want. And if you ever give me that chance, I promise I'll be here for you. Not just now, not just in this moment, but... for everything. When you're ready; when you're healed; when it feels right, I'll be here𑁋I always have been."

There's a lump in your throat that you swallow down. For a while, you could only simply stand there, feeling as if you're teetering on the edge of something you can't quite reach. But even as you stand in this stillness, there's something in his words that echoes off the walls of your mind𑁋it's understanding, and it's care, and it feels like a promise.

"I... I know. I just... I'm sorry for putting all this on you. I think I need space to... heal and think." Then you look back up at him, wonder tainting your features. "Will you wait for me?"

The question feels a bit silly to ask, and it makes Minghao's features soften as he looks at you, a warmth in his chest that spreads like the first rays of sunlight breaking through a cold morning.

"I've already been waiting for you," he says, almost cheekily, and it seems to lighten the moment a little. "I haven't planned on stopping anytime soon."

The chuckle that leaves you isn't forced; in fact, it's quite relieving. It feels like the start of something, and Minghao feels a flicker of hope at the sound.

You reluctantly separate yourself away from him, cradling the bouquet of orchids to your chest, and let out an exhale you hardly realise you were holding in.

"I'll be okay, you know," You tell him, even if it's a bit of lie, or half the truth. You can't tell which.

Minghao glances down to your hands, as if you're holding a piece of your heart wrapped up within the petals, before back up to your eyes.

"I know," is all he says.

The world doesn't stop for grief, but it's okay to pause for a little while.

Minghao wonders if flowers ever feel the same bittersweet pull when their petals fall𑁋the ache of letting go, but the quiet hope of something new taking root.

You haven't stepped foot in the flower shop in a while. At least, not as often as you used to come.

The absence is especially daunting, and Minghao can't help but feel it every time the bell chimes and it isn't you that walks through the door. On rare occasion you'd swing by to say hello during your breaks at work and sometimes, a pretty, shy smile from you before you disappear back into the world outside.

It's strange how easily your presence had come to be a part of the rhythm of his days. He used to wonder how someone like you would be drawn to the boring stillness of a flower shop. But now the place feels more emptier than before you came into his life, the petals around him somehow less vibrant, the air colder, even when the sun streams through the windows.

He tries not to dwell on it, but he can't help the nagging feeling that maybe you've drifted away, maybe things have changed. Maybe he was just a moment for you. And now, that moment has passed.

So he simply spends his days in the shop, moving between shelves of blossoms and arranging bouquets, but his thoughts always return to you. To the quiet moments when your voice would fill the space between the flowers, to the way you cared and tended the blooms even when you had no reason to.

It makes him think that if flowers could speak for us, then what might they say about you? Would they say you were someone who saw beauty in the smallest things? Minghao often found himself wishing that flowers could speak just so he can hear what they would say about you.

But flowers don't speak, of course. They just bloom and stretch toward the light, growing in places where they are tended to, and even in those that have been forgotten.

Maybe that's what Minghao was𑁋a forgotten flower of his own waiting to be seen, to be noticed.

Luckily, he was able to distract himself a bit today with a few deliveries for a couple of upcoming weddings and a new arrangement for the store he was preparing to do in the next few days, along with piles of orders for days. But it still wasn't enough.

As he flips the sign on the window to display Closed, he fumbles for his keys to lock the door. However, the sound of the bell rings through the shop, stopping him mid-motion. Minghao lifts a brow up, not expecting for anyone to show up right as he's about to close up.

And when he looks up, he freezes.

"I'm not late, aren't I?"

It's you.

The way your voice comes out all shaky like you're out of breath, yet soft has Minghao feeling as if he's sinking into quicksand. The sight of you standing at the doorway is a dream he never dares to wake up from.

"You're not," Minghao manages to say, somehow. "You're just in time."

Your lips tug into a small, relieved smile, and it's enough to make the air feel lighter in the shop. You take a few hesitant steps so that you're fully inside, letting the door shut behind you with a faint click. You take in the familiar, fresh scent of all the blooms and greenery around you, and it hits you in the heart just how much you've missed this place.

"I had, uh… a late shift at work," You explain unsurely. "so I thought about stopping by, but I wasn't sure if you'd still be here."

Minghao just shakes his head, watching as you brush your fingertips over some lilies and baby's breaths that were displayed on a small table near the window. Gosh, he'd do anything to flat out say how much he missed you, how much he'd been thinking about you, but he doesn't.

"Have you been busy?" You ask him.

"A little," he responds. "but manageable, I would say."

"Ah… that's good," You mumble, voice trailing off as you start to make your way in his direction, catching eye on a particular bouquet sitting on the counter behind him. "No-show again?"

Minghao lets out a sigh, and he feels you following behind as he walks towards the counter. He picks up the bouquet in his hand, letting his gaze fall over it.

"Mhm," he hums. "But it's alright, really. Happens more often than you think."

You quirk a brow as your eyes roam over the bouquet, and a particular, almost knowing look stretches across your lips.

"That's funny," You huff, taking the bouquet from his grasp. It held a colourful variety of hydrangeas. "It looks a lot like an order I placed a few days ago."

Minghao's heart skips a beat as he watches you carefully examine the bouquet, his breath caught in his throat.

"This… was yours?" he questions in surprise.

"Yeah, I…" You bite your lips sheepishly. "It was sort of an impulsive thing, I guess."

Minghao only continues to watch as you admire the bouquet, caressing over the delicate wrapping paper and the all-too familiar bow that he would tie all of his other arrangements.

"Impulsive, huh?" Minghao teases lightly, a hint of a smile playing at his lips. "Well, you certainly picked a good one."

You look up at him, a small, tentative smile forming on your face. "I guess I just wanted to get something special. For someone."

Minghao feels his heart sink at that, a flutter of hope and uncertainty colliding in his chest. Someone.

He opens his mouth to say something, but the words get caught in his throat, unsure if it's his place to ask, or if he even wants to hear the answer.

"I see," he says instead, trying to keep his tone relaxed, though there's a hint of sadness to his voice that he silently hopes you don't notice.

You take note of his unreadable expression, over the way his eyes appear downcast and a subtle tension to his posture.

However, this doesn't make you stop from gripping the bouquet tighter in your grasp, and then in the next moment, you're stepping closer and offering it over to him.

"I hope you like them," You state, holding out the bouquet thing as if was the most natural thing in the world.

Minghao glances at the bouquet quizzically, the same one he had just been holding, then back at you. His face shifts between a million different expressions𑁋confusion, surprise, hope, and everything in between𑁋before the tension in his chest eases just slightly as he finally registers what you're doing.

He's a florist, for crying out loud. He's usually the one to be giving flowers to people. Never in his years of practically living in the shop has anyone offered flowers to him. The gesture is practically foreign, yet in this moment, it feels so right.

His fingers graze against yours as he hesitantly takes it from your hands, but you fully let go. Instead, you cover his hand with yours, warmth spreading between you as you gently press your palm against his. His heart is beating in his throat, in his ears, everywhere in his body, and he wonders if you can feel it too.

"I missed you," You declare softly, yet a pinch of urgency behind your words. "I missed you so fucking much."

His chest tightens, and it's as if the weight of everything crushes him in the best possible way. All the time he had spent wondering if you had forgotten about him, if maybe you had moved on, it all melts away in an instant. Because you're here. And you're saying everything he's been craving to hear.

And gosh, does he want to kiss you right now.

This time, Minghao doesn't waste a second. He brings a hand up to cradle the side of your neck as he presses his lips to yours. It's perhaps a bit desperate first, making him swallow down a faint sigh you let out but it quickly settles into something softer, deeper, like two people who've been waiting for this moment for far too long.

He can feel the slight tremble in your breath as your lips move against his, and he pulls back slightly, just to make sure you were still with him.

Minghao lets his thumb lightly caress over your cheek as if trying to memorise the feeling of your skin under his touch, as if he'd been starved for this closeness.

"I missed you too," he whispers, a breath away from your lips. "The flowers did too."

A light, airy chuckle escapes from you. "Oh, did they?"

"Of course," Minghao murmurs, his lips curling upwards against your skin. "They've been waiting for you to come back."

"Well, I better not keep them waiting anymore then, right?" You jest playfully, leaning in back once again.

Minghao doesn't hesitate to meet you halfway. "Nope," he says firmly against your mouth. "I think they've waited long enough."

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thinemoonshine · 4 months ago

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how do i scream into a mic and send it to u as a voice note over anon bc omg omfg wtf FUCK

U DONT GET ITTTT I'VE BEEN ROOTING FOR SUNOO FROM THE STAAAARRTTTTT 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

okayyyy ummmm i honestly am at a loss for words LMAO no but seriously this has been so worth the wait and i genuinely dont know if this could ever ever be topped by another fic for a long long time my god

one thing abt me is that im a sunoo biased before im human and what u have blessed this platform w fulfills each and every craving i've ever wanted and didn't know i needed GAWD LIKE i'll gush abt this series in 200 paragraphs im not even kidding nobody can stop me now

like i was saying (and yes im that same anon) i've been hungry for a fic just like this, where mc hold all the power, reverse harem, dark/supernatural themes, etc, except u gave me so so much more like no shade but every other writer on this app seem to withdraw from writing sunoo as the center piece of mc's attention in ot7 fics, and i can't lie the amount of delight and joy and the absolute unfiltered satisfaction leche of the sirens brought me just bc he's the "main" one—im so happy like fr thank YOU 🫵🫵🫵

and it's not just that, jfc the way u describe the gore and horror—THE VIVIDNESS OF IT ALL—is unlike any other, like it's a perfect balance of grotesqueness and violence without being overbearing, the fear and emotions detailed so gut-wrenchingly good in each and every one of them, like jfc my hats off to u for handling 8 characters so well and with none of them feeling two dimensional, OH AND WHEN RIKI'S DROPPING THEIR BODIES OFF THE CLIFF—those lines will stick w me until the day i die, how do u write so impactfully and encaptivatingly it's mind breaking, like if a siren wrote this i wouldn't think twice lmao

i absolutely ADORE the mental snap of riki and sunoo's, i can't tell u how many works i've read where they just drag a scene like that on and on, when really imo those scenes should've been spontaneous and quick, just like what u absolutely nailed. the build up from previous chapters where we read how they've all been slowly spiralling and obsess over mc really made those scenes all worth it

AND MY GOD u dont get how clutched my pearls are when it was just riki and sunoo jfc my heart was abt to sink thinking sunoo's done for, BUT I KNEWWW i so knew that he's been one crazy bitch from the start and what riki said to him just set him off and finally set his morals aside. this is why i love this series so much, how well u write dark and insane romance w again such perfect pacing that leaves me savoring every word.

ugh i want to talk abt the others but i honestly can't 😭 my mind is filled w only sunoo sunoo and sunoo

ALSO THAT ENDINGGGG i totally didn't not see that coming omfg, the fact that the others are still scummy even in their reincarnation lurches my stomach, AND HOW SUNOO BECAME A SIREN TOO OMFGGGG i was tweaking in my bed when he was reintroduced to them the same way mc first appeared. and im so so delighted when riki finally has a chance to join her like it's just all falling into place.

honestly give me sunoo now bc im so in delulu mode rn over how he couldn't keep his hands off of her at the end my god i need him like that also pls pls tell me mc ate them at the end too bc omfg i never wanted to stop reading this 😭 esp w sunoo being the way he is now (i can't stop thinking abt him im sorry lmao)

anw pls dont ever die op, ur my favorite writer and i learn from u fr the way u write has me in a chokehold 🫶

I.LOVE.THIS.SO.MUCH💗‼️ AHHHHHH YOURE SO ENTHUSIASTIC ABOUT THIS I LOVED EVERYTHING I ADORE YOU HEGSUSBSJJSSM

AND I SO AGREE WITH WHAT YOURE SAYING, like sunoo seems to have very little fics compared to the other members and i adore him so much ☹️☹️ i’m glad that you’re satisfied with the story and i thank YOU 🫵🏻 back for being such a great person—taking time out of your day to comment and share your feedback for my work 💗

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lol quick rant /not bc, it's not that deep

lol so I love a lot of fan fic writers in the fandom and I just tend to read ''yn/you'' prompts bc i cringe when i read ''I'' in fan fics , when it comes to the ocs having a name i can rock with it or if she is in second or third person bc that feels a lot more neutral to me idk how to put is...that's not the issue k, so there are some amazing writer (you are a wonderful pookie , dw) so i enjoy some of these other writters and they just make it a point in ther stories that their yn , under no circumstances is to be imagined as a shade below paper white with a pink v , ofc nothing wrong w that , they proceed to say ...ofc member xyz's type would never be anyone of condemned shade which is kind of off putting bc i fear invading spaces yk like i just be enjoying reading a fic and constant reminder like that make me wonder if my kind are lowkey not welcome to read the fic ofc again there is nothing wrong with targeting your work towards a certain demographic or specifying race n character traits , I would still enjoy a good fic just what's with the lowkey wierdness

someone said in thier fic , ''I won't eat brocolli it is gross and ugly like afros''😭😭i feel like thwere should be a no ____ allowed notice on some writers blogs

thanks for listening pookie 💜😘you're so hot for not discriminating!

I actually have seen this happen and I feel so bad because all of us are very unique in our own way OK? Also another thing I would like to point out is that we’re all different from each other. There’s a lot of people with different skin tones, different body types, hair type, different eyecolor, different races, different ethnicities…

I actually feel more comfortable with the reading in third or second point of you as well because I find the first point of view really cringe.

And not everyone is gonna be pink and white or any of that you know? Even though I have a lighter skin tone I don’t think that every single one of my readers are gonna be like me and that’s just completely OK because I’m writing for you guys I don’t imagine a particular type of yn, I just think of their personalities, right?

Oh, and another thing that is that I write for you guys OK I base my characters on you so yn is basically you, to me she’s me because I imagine myself but to you she’s you because you imagine yourself.

I want you guys to always be comfortable enough to read my mediocre writing and feel happy. I am so sorry that you had to go through that. Some of these writers are actually weirdos.

Discrimination is not OK and it will never be OK. We are all made from the same color palette and we’re all made to be loved and love.

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rum-inspector · 2 years ago

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IF I wasn't such a lazy writer I would write the moat boring fluffiest Star Wars AU called Star Peace. The change would be

Obi-Wan actually knows force healing

Tpm goes same as it goes until Qui-Gon dies. This time he doesnt bc obiwan actually listened in healing class

Qui-Gon being more grey would be way better match to be Anakin's master while still getting guidance from Obi because why wouldn't they hang out? They are much better as "brothers" than master padawan

Qui-Gon would absolutely side with Dooku no matter what Obi cries in the original AotC. Which might send Obi into existential crisis, whether he comes out of it as even more lawful annoying defender of statua quo or sides with his old master I don't quite know, I really went into this wanting Vader not to happen so this is not that important to me

Maybe this isn't as fluffy as I though, a war would still ensue, would clones be on the separatist side if obi never went looking maybe dam I didnt think this through.

Anyway Vader never happens. Padme doesnt stress herself to death. The Republic fractures instead of becoming empire. Church and state is once again separated I mean the Jedi go back to being a cult instead of warriors of the state.

Anakin does bring balance to the force as maybe he sparks a reform within the jedi instead of fighting the sith. Or maybe he revives the sith but not in a Cruel Horrible Terrible Villains but force users who channel force through emotions like idk Power of Love. Why does it always have to be anger anyway? Maybe the Force is a spectrum and he finds a whole new shade when his pursuits arent suppressed but encouraged.

Older Anakin also does not care about the prime directive wait what wrong universe anyway he dedicates his life going around freeing slaves giving no shit about "jedi can't judge other cultures" bc while he may not be Vader he is Anakin and he does judge

Palpatine gets impeached over tax evasion or something

#star wars #star wars au #idk i always cry when Jinn dies in ep1 but also understand he had to for the story to go the way it does #TCW made dooku such a cartoon villain but the little jedi story short was surprisingly interesting #dooku gains class consciousness kinda interesting lol but of course you cant have murican audiences root for that too much can we #me and my gazillion star wars AUs the one where Luke goes to alderaan and Leia tatooine I like whenever people do that

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Yeah, no I feel real healthy and sane after reading this life wrecker. I’m so good rn not at all wiping the snot from my nose with my sleeve like im a 4 year old who’s sandcastle got kicked over

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✷ Steve saw through it, the moment he got back to the DEA HQ and assignments were debriefed he knew there was something else Javi was up to.

Sksksksks bc what are work hubbies for if not to roast you and call you out on your shit

✷ ... Steve pointed his finger and bounced his hand up in down with a nod, “we could all stay in the same hotel, grab dinners, explore the city, think that’d be fun.”

Javi began to trip on his words, not sure how he wanted to respond.

“I’m fuckin’ with you, Jav.”

NOSJSJSJ BC WHAT DID I JUST SAY. But also I’m cracking up at the fact that my reaction would be the exact same as Javi’s largely bc I’m allergic to children like I don’t believe it’s possible to truly go on a vacation until your child is old enough to drive tbh

✷ He knew you were Javi’s last serious girlfriend, and assumed probably his first as well.

NOOO INSJSN THE IMPLIED SHADE HERE in screaminfskkssn bc this is literally like 3 layers of shade, like it’s writer’s commentary on Javi filtered through Reader’s interpretation of Steve’s perception of Javi, A LITERAL ONION OF SHADE OKAYSK

✷ ... with how Javi swooned his way around women, it was hard to imagine him heartbroken but eventually he realized that was probably why he swooned his way around so many women.

And the brilliantly hilarious onion of shade continues

✷ “Well, whatever happens, don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” Steve’s grin grew.

“So come back married with a kid?”

PFFFTTTJDJDJD okay fair point Javi like Steve did effectively acquire a stray child that he did not have or intend on having prior to going to Colombia

✷ Although he counted his blessings for that, time passed a lot slower when you had to listen to people talk about boring shit all day.

Godddd the truth of this though like this counts even when you’re not anxiously awaiting seeing the love of your life/person who emotionally maimed you for life for the first time in god knows how long

✷ You were head in the game, moving from one side of the bar to the other in seconds, shaking drinks, stirring others, filling up drafts of beer all while keying in orders to the computer.

First off, I love nothing more than when someone uses like a part of speech as a different part of speech that like otherwise would seem incorrect, except I’m not an idiot, so I am fucking liiiiivviiiiinngtgg for “You we’re head in the game,” like marveling at the way this idiom is the indirect object of this sentence, fucking LIIIIIVING for that shit and taking notes. Secondly, as someone who has had a number of jobs in the service industry, I know THIS EXACT flow described right here, like it brought me back to my serving days forreal

✷ It was one of your favorite things about being a bartender here, there was no room to think, to let your mind take over, you were focused on one task and jumping to the next in seconds.

Once again, as someone who’s worked in the service industry, like there are very few things I miss about those jobs but by god, if this isn’t one of them. Like when you’re doing an office job, it’s so much harder to just like forget that your life may be falling apart the usual anxieties of daily life

✷ Every thought you had pushed away, left no room for over the last few years rushed to your brain.

GOODSKJDISHSBSBWBWI JESUS CHRIST THE WAY RHIS SLAPT ME THO BC LIKE SEEING IT DESCRIBED THIS WAY like we all know what that’s like, you’ve been successfully compartmentalizing shit, distracting yourself but no matter what, that shit comes to collect usually with interest and you’re just like so not prepared for it. Like the just pure shock of the strength of that emotion. Fuck dude that shit is REAL

✷ “Hey.” His voice was deep and raspy.

“I’m taking my 15!” You called out immediately ...

PFFFTTJDJDJRJEN THE WAY I AUDIBLY HOWLED AT THIS

✷ You let out a laugh, you didn’t mean to but it just came out. Of course it was only a week of him not smoking. Putting your cigarette back in the box, you leaned back against the wall ... “I’m not gonna be a nicotine tease.”

Oh I love this so much bc just the way it so smacks of like when you see your ex after a long time, and it’s like the post-breakup competition of like who’s doing better sksks like who’s more functional and healthy in the wake of the breakup

✷ “... I can set you up at a table, send over food, give you a kids menu so you can do the mazes and crossword puzzles to pass the time.”

uh sorry, you mean to tell me that Reader is like SUCH the homie for coming through with this idea no wonder why javi has had it so bad all these years

✷ “Crayons too.” Javi said only seconds after you finished speaking. “I want the menu and crayons.”

OHHHHHHSJSKSJSBS S SNS AND THEN YOY GOTTA COME BACK AND SLAP ME WITH THIS MOST CHARMING OF BANTER BC YOURE CONTRACTUALLY OBLIGATED BY WHUMPRIL TO RUIN LIVES

✷ It was small talk but it stuck with you. The fact that he had clearly done this before, it made you realize he was lonely.

GODLDDSKDJDJDB OKAY so I’ve said this so many times in other reblogs but there’s always a moment in every fic I read where like someone will just touch on some character note that either, I’d never thought of before or articulate something I’ve thought but never had the words to describe about a character and LET👏🏽ME👏🏽DO👏🏽TELL👏🏽YOU👏🏽 this is one of those times bc like the idea that Javi’s *good* at small talk means like he’s had so much practice with the most shallow of interactions bc that’s only how far it ever gets with anyone else LIKE THST IS JUSTDJDISJWUWHEBWJBSBE a) SO javi and b) fucking heartbreaking to think about to the point I’m like a peeling my face off

✷ The Javi you knew was soft, he was in love, he was sweet. The Javi in front of you still had some of those traits, selfishly you hoped he saved them for you ....

SELFISHLY YOU HOPED HE SAVED THEM FOR YOU, OKAY WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK,YOU ARE LEGITIMATELY TRYING TO COMMIT MURDER HERE, YOU ARE DOING DEEP AND LASTING DAMAGE TO MY PSYCHE WITH THIS SHIFSJSUWHHW

✷ ��You seem lonely.” Again, you weren’t trying to be mean or pour salt in a wound, it was just the truth.

Pfdftttjdjdj I’m like simultaneously laughing and crying at the same time bc like despite Reader’s desire not to rub salt in the wound, telling someone who’s unequivocally, desperately lonely that they seem lonely is like not even rubbing salt in the wound ? It’s like beyond sksjs more like rubbing the wound with sandpaper or steel wool ?

✷ How this conversation years ago, with the same words would have been pointed and petty and now they were sad and caring.

GODDDDDDDDJDJDB but isn’t this such like the kind of grownup loneliness when you’re old enough to know what true loss looks like

✷ As you entered into your apartment, walking into the space you picked up some laundry that was tossed along the floor and threw it into your hamper. “Sorry for the mess, I don’t usually have company.”

entire side note to talk about me bc I can find a way to make anything and everything about me but the phrase “Sorry for the mess, I don’t usually have company” should be engraved on my headstone like I have never felt so seen and represented in a fic

✷ You threw your head over your shoulder to look at him, “I’m pretty lonely.”

NOOOOSBSJDJSB BUT THEN YOU HAVE TO FOLLOW THAT SHIT UP WITH THIS AND IM sksksns CHOKINSJSJSJSBS NOW BC “I’m pretty lonely” IS AN EQUALLY APPROPRIATE HEADSTONE ADORNING PHRASE DJSJSIWJSNSN

✷ There was a set of blankets and pillows on the couch, likely where you’d fall asleep every night by the looks of the indent in the couch and the multiple empty wine glasses on the coffee table.

And now I’m like actually looking over my shoulder, checking the corners of my room trying to make sure you don’t have hidden cameras in my apartment bc tbis is so startlingly me sksksns the one assurance that I have is that I don’t drink wine, so if you did have surveillance footage of me, it’d be empty glasses of cold brew and chocolate milk instead of wine glasses

✷ “I know it looks like a sad and pathetic life, and sometimes it is,” your eyebrows raised as you joked, “but it’s also pretty cool, lots to do in the city, I hang with my friends from the bar a lot, but I like my little space too.”

WHEREIN IM NOW JUST COPY/PASTING LINE BY LINE BJT LIKE I CANNOT ACTUALLT FUCKINFSJSJSN EXPRESS THE PURE CONCENTRATION OF ME THAT IS REPRESENTED BY ALL OF THIS LIKE IF WE GO SOWN THE LIST:

1) sometimes lonely and pathetic ✅

2) also pretty cool ✅

3) lots to do in my city ✅

4) I hang with my friends not from the bar bc don’t got time fordat but I do have a little crew of homies

5) but I like my little space too ✅

LIKE ALL THE FOOD GROUPS EQUALLY REPRESENTED IN TBIS SHIT RIGHT HERE, I COULD KISS YOU, I FEEL SO SEEN

✷ “I didn’t have whiskey.” Your voice interrupted his staring at your bookcase.

“You know I’ll drink anything.” He smiled and took one glass from your grip.

What does it say about me that I reas this and was like “YEAAAA THATS MAH BOI” don’t answer that, let’s not think about it too hard

✷ Javi shook his head, “and please don’t just repeat what you told me then, I’ve heard those words on repeat for years.”

Fuck. That hurt you.

FUCK THAT HURT MEEEEEEEEEEE JYEEEEEEEESUS FUCKING CHRIST SSKSWIWOSIXJSJJWBW&./&/!!€\

✷ It’s stupid now thinking about it but I felt like saying yes to you, meant saying no to myself.

Look, this could be read as like Reader being #problematicallynoncommittal HOWMEVER, given that it’s a fem Reader, MY FODDDDDD there’s so much that this says just in terms of gender roles, a desire for independence and self-sufficiency whether that be emotional or financial or both and also just feeling stifled in a relationship despite still loving the other person and as someone who just got out of a 6 year relationship where I felt stifled but still loved the other person, I feel both seen and attacked AND IM DOING FUCKINGKSJD LAPS IN MY LIVING ROOM RN BC THIS JUST CLOBBERED ME IN FHE FACE LIKE A CRICKET PADDLE WITH THE FEELS OKAY ????AND IM NOT OKAY, OKAY???????

✷ The room filled with heaviness, these weren’t easy topics to talk about and you two were discussing them like they were nothing.

Look this is probably such tmi but I legit just had a conversation with aforementioned ex of 6 years that I still love that was so much this vibe like I think it might actually be the universe’s sick cosmic joke that I chose this fic to read today bc like it’s dhshwhwjwhwnebehbwbwbw just wlalaiwisksks makinfsjsbe me feel a lotta sjsjsjs fuckinsnsbsbsbw w THIIIIINGS

✷ ... you started to tear up and before you knew it a sob left your mouth.

OHHHH SUREEEEEEEEEWW BC I WOKE UP THIS MORNINF AND SAID TI MYSELF, I WANNA GET WRECKT TODAY ~~IM NOT SOBBING, YOURE SOBBINF. NO ONE LOOK AT ME, AVERT THINE EYES

✷ “God, what the fuck happened to us.”

“A lot of fuckin’ shit.”

BOOOOOOSSJJWWJJWEB ENDJDNS DNDNAJ S NO BC YOU ARE ON A REAL-LIFE ACTUAL WARPATH COMING FIR ME WITH THIS ????????????? AAAAAAAAAAND IM FULL CHERNOBYL NUCLEAR MELTDOWN, JUST COLLAPSING IN ON MYSELF LIKE A DYING STAR

✷ You turned and lightly jogged over to the coffee table to grab the engagement ring box off the table and bring it back to the door ... “Returning what I borrowed ... Keep it. I have a feeling one day you’ll want it again.”

AHHHHHHHHHHHJ W AND NOW IM JUMPING UP AND DOWN, DOING THE CAN-CAN, POPPING OPEN A BOTTLE OF CHAMPAGNE WITH A KNIFE IN THAT COOL BUT RIDICULOUS WAY THEY DO IN THE MOVIES WITHOUT ACCIDENTALLY CUTTING MYSELF IN THE PROCESS BC IN THIS SCENARIO, I HAVE THE HAND-EYE COORDINATION OF AN OLYMPIC ATHLETE BC I WAS SO NOT EXPECTINF THIS AVTUAL HAPPY ENDING ??????? LIKE WHAT A GIFT YOUVE GIVEN ME

Something Borrowed

Javier Peña x F!Reader

Day 10 from these April Prompts: “Returning something borrowed long ago”

Summary: A familiar face surprises you along with all the emotions that come with seeing him.

Warnings: Angst. All my fics are 18+ regardless of content.

Word Count: 4.7k words

Narcos Taglist: @drabbles-mc @justreblogginfics @narcolini

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