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walpu · 9 months ago

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Hi, it’s me again!! >_<

When I tell you I gobbled that headcannon post up, I went down on two knees and howled /hj

Anyways, do you think you can do some headcannons on Aventurine with Bodyguard! Reader if you have the time? But this time, with a twist :3

See, reader does care for Aven, you truly do, but before that, you were tasked by Everflame mansion and by Duke inferno himself to kill Aventurine. But you can’t bring yourself to, no, not when you’ve fallen head over heels for him.

When reader does become Aven’s bodyguard, you maintain that serious, no nonsense demeanor, but if he looks closely enough, he’ll see the lovestruck puppy hiding under the hardened shell that they’ve put on.

But the guilt catches up. One day, at least a few months after reader’s betrayal to Duke Inferno, you catch sight of an assassin sent to finish the job they couldn’t do. And so, the secret is finally revealed.

Personally, I think Aventurine would be betrayed, like very, how could he not be? He’s always kept people at an arm’s length away, and when he finally lets you in his walls, and starts falling for thier charm, this secret of yours comes out. He fires you almost immediately, but the way he stares after you with misty eyes doesn’t go unnoticed.

The next months were absolute hell. Reader found a new job as a barista, and is quite enjoying the quaint and simply life it provides, even if you do miss Aventuirne. He’s probably still seething at you, right?.

Wrong. Because you’ve gone MIA, Aventurine been scouring all over the place, trying so hard to find you. He’s loosing sleep, forgetting to eat, all things that you would chide him about. Aeons, he misses you so much.

And when he does find you, he’s overjoyed, and when the two finally reunite, the first thing you do is to apologize deceiving him. But he forgave your silly ass a long time ago, why else would he have spent the last months trying to find you?

Long story short, it’s a happy ending, Aventurine couldn’t be more grateful he has you to be his bodyguard, his closest confidant, and most importantly, his lover <33

I’m so sorry if I went on a ramble, but this idea’s been plaguing me so bad I literally can’t focus on anything else 😭😭

I'VE BEEN LOOKING FORWAR TO WRITIG FOR THIS REQUEST SINCE THE MOMENT I SAW IT I ADORE YOUR BODYGUARD!READER x AVEN SERIES btw thank you for sharing the c.ai bot

I feel like the only thing I do with each post is apologize for taking so long but right now I like from work trip to work trip so I'm actually really really sorry this madness should end soon 😭😭😭😭 Hope you'll enjoy this post, it was my goal to finish it before version 2.1

bodyguard/assassin!reader x Aventurine

characters - Aventurine notes- gn!reader, angst, hurt/comfort, pining, no beta

It was not a fast prosses for the both of to form a genuine connection. Moreover, you know goddamn well you shouldn't get attached to him.

And at first it seems easy, like yeah another rich playboy, no big deal, you've delt with people like him before, right? Right??????????????

Yeah until suddenly he's not just a rich playboy.

The more you notice how deeply lonely and unhappy he is, the more your heart softens towards him. And the more your heart softens, the more he relaxes around you, seeing behind your cold exterior.

He's not used to people caring about him. And yes, of course he knows it's your job but still, for a man who never had a real friend before, he surely can appreciate having someone who not only won't leave him but also will listen to him and look after him.

And the part about you being paid to do it? Oh well. It's the same guy who offers you to use him as you wish and who's greeting line is "I can play a role of a friend :)"

Mf is FRIENDLESS, LONELY and PATHETIC /affectionally

He'll take what he can get okay.

But goddamn. Don't think he doesn't notice how you started going out of your ways to take care of him. How you make him eat, tend to his small injuries ("my, my, you're my bodyguard, not a doctor. perhaps someone wants a raise, hm?~"), how you drag him out of casino or his office when it's too late.

It drives him crazy. It's not beneficial for you, right? The w h y.

He won't ask. Instead he will watch and slowly fold.

You are probably suffering tho lol. You should just kill him already, you've had so many opportunities to end him. Instead you spoon feed him soup because he claims he has a hangover after a night in the casino. And this little brat looks so smug about it too!!!!

Sometimes he feels like it's too good to be true: you being here, taking care of him, looking after him. The line between professional relationship, friendship and... something more is way too blurry already, and he knows it's dangerous but it just feels so good. Too good.

Duke inferno gets tired eventually. He sends someone to remind you of your mission. To remind you who you really work for.

Well, the duke receives a warning of his own. The dead body of his little messenger.

You know, of course, that the Everflame mansion thugs are not easily intimidated. They will be back. So you better warn Aventurine and tell him everything.

You can't keep lying to him, can you?

Well. It's surprisingly not as easy as you thought. After all, even if they will send someone, you'll just protect Aven like you always do, right? He doesn't have to know. Not about your past, not about your original mission. He keeps his secrets too, so why can't you?

You know goddamn well why tho. You know and yet you still can't bring yourself to tell him the truth.

It goes on like that for several months and Aventurine notices that something is clearly off, something is bothering his darling protector. He tries to pry, to tease, to cling, to pester you. Something to make you open up. Or, at least, get distracted. He can't help but feel anxious. Why are you suddenly so reversed? Do you want to leave his side? Does he not pay you enough? Does he bother you too much? It eats him alive while he tries to mask it by pestering you even more. As if to test you. As if to make sure that it's not the case.

All the hell breaks loose one day when you discover that Duke inferno has sent another assassin to finish the job.

I you spare the details but yeah, your secret was unraveled. And it wasn't pretty at all.

You have never seen emotions so vivid on Aven's face. Part of you always wanted to see him more vulnerable, more open with you. But not like this. Not this look of utter betrayal.

He collects himself quick enough, hiding behind the mask of mock disappointment.

"Hm, well, I recall mentioning that treachery is just another tool of the trade. But it seems like our little deal is not paying off for me anymore" he says with a cold chuckle, shaking his head a little. "After all, you have very little to offer outside of your dog-like loyalty. But seems like this dog bit both hands that fed it".

You were expecting him to call for your arrest but instead he just fires you. It hurts nevertheless.

What hurts even more is that look he gives you when you part ways. It's like his pretty eyes are even more lifeless now.

At first he feels this overwhelming emptiness. It truly feels like the fate is mocking him. One time, just one time, he allowed himself to relax around someone. Just this one time, with this one person who took care of him, who listened to him, who looked out for him. And this person was supposed to kill him.

Then his stupid brain finds another way to torture him. He keeps thinking about the way you have always protected him, the way you took the hit even during the last attack, when Duke Inferno's new assassin tried to get to him. You were ready to leave your past life behind to stay by his side, weren't you?

As soon as he realizes it he goes frantic. Of course he tries to find you asap but of course someone as competent as you would be able to disappear without a trace in no time. You were an assassin, after all. A skilled one too, since he never even suspected you.

This connection the two of you had, this realization that you really cared enough to betray your client, all of this makes him realize that he needs you so, so much. He needs to feel this care again, he need to look at you again, to know that you're here by his side.

He misses you so much. Your nagging, your reassurance, your touch. He's like an addict who felt what it feels like to love and beloved in return for the first time and now he can't live without it.

He doesn't eat or sleep properly, his head plagued by the thoughts about you. What if you forgot all about him? What if you're wounded? Where are you even? His fingers itch to trace your face and your scars.

He thinks about how you would scold him for not taking proper care of himself and it makes him miss you even more.

Aven finds you after a few months. It was honestly a coincidence, one of his subordinates saw you in the coffee shop you were working at.

He though that finding you will calm him down but seeing you from afar, looking somewhat peaceful and cozy, having a regular job... it's too much. And what if you really don't need him anymore? Maybe you never did? After all, he's painfully aware that he probably needs you much more than you need him.

And yet, he decides to take this risk. He's a gambler, after all.

"Somehow I'm not surprised you're good even at that. How come you have never made me coffee before, hm?"

You literally freeze on the spot after hearing this familiar voice next to you.

When you finally get to talk, you can see he's really trying to look calm and collected but how can he? His hands are shaky and his voice cracks. It breaks your heart.

He doesn't even let you finish your apology, pressing a finger to your lips.

"Hush, darling. All is forgiven. In fact, I even have an interesting proposal. I'm can be a generous man after all".

He can't fool you. Not with this shaky soft voice. And he knows it as well.

Please hug that fool and kiss him. Swear that you won't ever leave him again. Swear that you want to be by his side. As his bodyguard, as his friend, as something more. So much more. That's all he really need to feel like he's at home.

#if the ending feel abrupt i'm sorry tumblr said i'm writing too much #i had to cut it short #thank you so much for this request!!!#and fuск this app for making me cut my words it's not my fault i'm graphomaniac #hsr #honkai star rail #walp's writing #aventurine #hsr aventurine #reader insert #aventurine x reader

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whalyrae · 2 years ago

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DANCE WITH ME - CHAPTER 2

“If you want to keep a secret, you must also hide it from yourself.”

Summary : All your life, you thought you were a beta, a simple and boring beta. Until everything change. But now that you've presented yourself as an omega, how will you manage to live and hide it from your six friends and best friend, all alphas and all in the same pack? (a/n : I'm a shit for summary I'm so sorry-)

Genre : soulmate au (of course I'm a bitch for this), omegaverse, bangtan alphas au!, omega reader, fluff, angst, eventual smut, polyamory relationships

Status : In process

Word Count : 2.5K

Warnings : the usual one I guess, like smut, angst, fluff (yeah its a warning for some people ) mention of depression, abusive parents (physically and morally), violence and blood, PTSD, scars, self harm,...

A/N : here's the chapter 2 !! Hope you'll like it ! Ah and if you want to be added to the tag list for this story feel free to let me know ! Thank you so much for all the likes here and on ao3 AND for the 200 followers !!💜 I'm so happy ppl likes my writing even though english is not my first language and I don't have any confidence with my writing skills >w< Love y'all ♥

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Chapter 1 // Chapter 3

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After a hellish start to the week and the pain of spending your first heat alone in your room, you got a call from Seokjin who gave you the green light to go home. He then teased you that you wouldn't be smothered by the pheromones of the alphas.

But you still felt them, stronger and more present than ever. They were all different. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. These smells were so strong, but you felt... safe? You couldn't describe what you were feeling.

You hadn't even entered your apartment yet, you were just standing in front of your front door, in the hallway. But you could feel them. With Namjoon, Seokjin and Yoongi's apartment next door and Jungkook and Hoseok's above, you were completely surrounded by their alphas' smells and pheromones.

But quickly you shook your head to regain your senses. It was the omega in you talking, which you wanted to avoid at all costs.

You were ashamed, you hated yourself.

You finally opened the door with a sigh and dropped your bag on the floor before you felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist.

"Noona, you're finally here!"

Jungkook's cheerful voice made you laugh. You couldn't resist him. He was so cute, so adorable. You hugged him back, wrapping your arms around his neck.

However, it was the first time, that you felt that sweet warmness taking place in your stomach. It was... strange but far, far from unpleasant.

You don't even know how long the two of you had been like that. But eventually you realized that he was close, too close to you. The suppressants you took this morning were not yet fully effective, and you didn't have any patches on you yet.

He might find out that you were in fact an omega. He couldn't know, no one could know.

You felt bad for lying to them, but things would change if they knew the truth. Would they even ask you to leave? You didn't want to... no, you didn't want to risk causing trouble or whatever.

You finally stepped back and cleared your throat. Jungkook seemed as confused as you were. You looked at each other for a few seconds, both confused, but soon you felt the presence of a third person. Seokjin. He didn't seem to have noticed the slight awkwardness between you.

He was about to leave for his café. You could tell it by his outfit. His white shirt showed his broad shoulders perfectly. If he turned around you could see his beautifully muscled back and...

“Did you have a good trip? If you're hungry, there's some jappchae left.”

He walked towards them, and Jungkook naturally shifted. They were all alphas, but a certain hierarchy had naturally emerged among them. Namjoon, the dominant alpha, then the others, from the oldest to the youngest.

Seokjin being the oldest, he imposed his respect on his cadets, although the younger ones were always teasing him and giving him a hard time.

You shook your head slightly and pursed your lips between them. Their alpha auras were weighing on you.

And most of all, you hated having to admit that you liked it.

You wished you could pretend to be tired and lock yourself in your room and sleep until the next day. But unfortunately, classes were starting this afternoon. Especially since a new term was starting.

“Y/n, is everything okay?”

Jin's sudden question made you panic slightly. You looked up to meet his eyes and felt a wave of heat take over your body again. Damn medicines, it was taking way too long to take effect.

“It was bad at your home again, wasn't it?” Jin asked in a soft voice.

You nodded, because it was partly the truth.

“My mother specifically asked me not to show up anymore,” you replied, dropping into the couch.

Seokjin and Jungkook glanced at each other. You didn't even have the strength to cry anymore.

“Those bourgeois are really fucking annoying,” the younger one finally said, coming to sit next to you.

“Jungkook, your language,” Jin rolled his eyes and knelt down in front of you, putting his hand on your knee, “even though he's not wrong. Don't worry, you're not alone, we're here, and we’ll always be.”

Jungkook nodded and rested his head against your shoulder, making you smile. The feeling of security you felt only increased. Jin's hand on your leg and Jungkook's cheek against your shoulder were partly responsible.

You just wanted to crash in Jin’s strong arms, bury your face in his neck and let his sweet smell invade you. And Jungkook... in a short time he had become your adorable, precious baby. Your only desire was to spend your day on that sofa, between them in their arms.

You didn't like it. Your brain made you imagine scenes, sometimes in sexual contexts, sometimes more... intimate. And always, Jimin or one of his six partners, and your friends, would appear at your side. Sometimes you would end up with two or more of them.

Shit. Since you were aware of your omega condition, your thoughts were completely fucked up.

You didn't understand anything anymore. You were completely lost and confused by all this new information, all these new sensations that were taking over you. But you had to do your best not to show them anything, to remain as natural as possible so that they wouldn't realize anything, so that nothing would change.

You didn't like that feeling of safety and fullness when they were near you, when there was even the slightest physical contact. You had always felt it, but never so intensely.

And that was just Jungkook and Seokjin. You didn't want to imagine what it would be like when the others were there. Especially as thoughts of the previous nights came flooding back into your head.

Those damn suppressors had to kick in, as soon as possible.

“I have to go,” Jin had stood up, “if I'm late again, Min Yoongi will sue me…”

“I really wonder who's the boss sometimes…”

Jungkook's remark made you chuckle and you picked up a perfectly targeted pillow from the older man who then finally slipped away.

“Tae and Jimin aren't here?” you asked as you straightened up.

“They've gone on a date, Jimin will be joining us for class, Hobi's in his apartment if you want!”

“Ah, no, I was just curious... I'm going to take a shower and a quick nap, I'm tired…”

You needed to be alone, you needed to breathe and be in a place where you wouldn't risk doing something stupid.

You left the sofa to get your bag and go to your room. But before you could get in, Jungkook stopped you and grabbed your wrist.

“Are you sure you're okay, I mean, apart from this thing with your family? You feel... different.”

Shit.

“I… Yeah of course ! I just didn't really sleep at my parent's home,” you finally answered with a hesitant voice, lowering your eyes, “I was thinking about classes, my parents... but I'll be fine after a good shower and rest, don't worry.”

You walked closer to Jungkook and had to stand on your tiptoes to put your lips on his cheek. At that moment, something strange happened. Not like when there was static electricity, but something similar, you couldn't describe it.

They were all tactile by nature, including you. You'd gotten used since your teenage years with Jimin, who could be... no, who was a real cuddly person. You didn't mind it honestly. You always liked it.

It wasn't the first time you had kissed Jungkook on the cheek. It was a very natural gesture between the both of you, as there was never any ambiguity.

However, this time was different. And you weren't the only one to notice.

You pretend nothing happened and stand back, smiling at him. Even if your only thought right now was to jump on him and… no. No, you couldn't think of these kinds of things.

You slowly stepped back, and offered him a slight smile as you opened the door to your room.

“Thank you Kook”

He smiled back, in a strange way, but you decided to ignore it, and went into your room. You then closed the door and leaned against it, releasing a long sigh.

Your eyes closed as you tried to calm yourself, your body and your damn hormones.

With your bag in your hand, you walked over to your bed, opened it and took out your toilet kit.

After your shower, you will put on some patches. You were going to end up with Hoseok and Jimin in addition to Jungkook. You were really worried that they would notice something. Especially since Jimin was very perceptive, even more when it came to you. He could read your mind like an open book.

You and he were inseparable. Fusional. No one, not even his partners could deny it.

But if you were careful, it could work. Yes, you were confident. Your life and the boys' lives would not change.

°°°

After your nap, Jungkook, Hoseok and you joined Jimin who was already waiting for you in front of the dance school for your first class of the day. When he saw you arrive, a big smile appeared on Jimin's face and he was hurrying to give you a hug as he used to do every time you came back from your parents' house.

You did your best not to pull away, not wanting to appear strange to your best friend. He wouldn't be able to smell anything on you, you had taken care to put a suppressant patch on your shoulder. These looked a lot like the pain patches that many dancers used, you knew that this technique was the best to prevent your omega's pheromones.

He felt nothing. You, on the other hand, once again felt his smell and his warmth invade your whole being. You returned his embrace though, before quickly pulling back and pretending you had to hurry so that you wouldn't be late.

You had been told by the teaching staff that you would have two personal compositions to prepare this term, in addition to the many other choreographies for the other classes: one solo composition and a second duet. Of course, the duets would be formed at random and posted after the meeting, which outraged many of the students, including you.

Moreover, due to the odd number of students, a trio would have to be formed.

Therefore, as this work requires more preparations, the schedules would be adjusted to give the students more time to work and prepare the choreographies.

“Want to bet that out of the four of us, two will be together ?” you ask with a sigh, “And it won't be me, I never have any luck with raffles.”

“Like that time you got paired up with the guy who had to have surgery and didn't come to school for three months ? So you had to do the job alone ?” Jimin laughed as he tried to avoid the blows you were throwing at him, “ Aie, Sorry, sorry !”

With a pout, you crossed your arms against your chest and quickly left the classroom after the meeting was over, followed by Hoseok, who was just as impatient as you were to check the list of pairs - and trios. You were really hoping to get together with one of your three friends.

As an introvert, being with a stranger would be a big challenge for you. What if you were to end up with an alpha? What if that alpha was mean to you? What if the two of you don't get along? You could compromise your schooling and your dream of becoming a dancer.

But you were four, so you were sure to end up with one of them, weren't you?

You didn't wait to scan the sheet of paper hanging on the wall to find your name.

“Find it?” asked Hoseok who was behind you, his chin resting on your shoulder and you felt your body tense up at this contact, “ah, here I am! Oh…”

“ What ? What's that oh ?” You followed his gaze and frowned, “you ended up together... all three of you...?”

“Seriously?! exclaimed Jimin and Jungkook together, both also behind you.”

“I'm telling you I'm out of luck…” You sighed.

You rolled your eyes and searched for your name. You frowned once you find it. Great. You ended up with a stranger. You didn't know the person you were with.

“ Do you know someone named Jung Wooyoung ? ”

“That's me!”

Jimin, Jungkook, Hoseok and you turned around at the same time. A young man with curly black hair who was about the same height as Jimin was standing in front of you, with his hands in his pockets and a big smile on his face. Instinctively, Jungkook and Hoseok stood in front of you, while Jimin stayed at your side, protectively. You didn't really mind this behavior, Jimin had always acted like this with you. And by spending so much time with his partners, they had adopted the same protective attitude towards you.

Probably their nature as an alpha.

The young man didn't pay much attention and held out his hand.

"I'm Jung Wooyoung, nice to meet you, L/n Y/n!"

You pass between the two alphas and shake hands with the Wooyoung who then introduces himself to the three boys. None of them felt any menacing aura coming from him.

“It's an omega,” Jimin whispered to you. His breath against your skin caused you to quietly shiver, while Wooyoung chatted with Hoseok and Jungkook.

“I can feel it, yes,” you looked up at him, frowning at his surprise, “Eh ! I may be just a beta but I can still smell stuff like that, don't be silly !”

Jimin laughed and looked falsely shocked at the punch you gave him on the shoulder.

“How about we go for a coffee and get to know each other and... discuss what we're going to do ?” You approached Wooyoung before turning to your three friends, “And you... you lucky bastards, I hate you.”

“We love you too !”

You ignored Jimin's remark, as well as his laughter and Jungkook's and Hoseok's, and took your new partner with you. You left the establishment, and headed for the Starbucks on the corner.

“Excuse them,” you finally said when you were alone again, rubbing the back of your head, “they're special, but they are really good guys…”

“It's okay no need to worry! They're just alphas! They're always like that with their omega.”

You stopped suddenly at his words and slowly turned your head to Wooyoung, more than a little confused by his words.

"I... I'm not an omega. No !" You laughed nervously, your voice trembling, "I'm a beta! And these are my friends, that's all !

Wooyoung ran a hand through his hair and remained silent for a few seconds.

He took a step towards you and leaned over to whisper.

"I've worn enough suppressor patches to know how to identify them... and to my knowledge betas don't wear them..."

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romaritimeharbor · 23 days ago

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hiii aphe i wanted to ask this before i lost the courage so here goes lol

i rlly wanna start writing fics with canon characters and maybe try joing the painfullg small platonic genshin x reader community, but im both for some reasons too embarrassed to write (dont ask i genuinely dont know why, and its only for writing, i love sharing my art) and im not too sure where to start. so i was wondering if you had any advice on how to start writing/tips for writing in general?

HI HELLO of course i have tips 🤭🙏 i won't ask why you feel that way, but i will tell you that feeling like that is really common among emerging writers. it's something i've seen quite often so you're definitely not alone in feeling that way! now, as for my advice...

even if you think it's bad, do your best to get all your thoughts out and onto your page or document. get a beta reader if you're especially concerned about conventions (but don't stress about it too much). this is the phase of writing that i like to call the word vomit phase; nothing makes sense to anyone other than you at this point and that's exactly how it is meant to be. it's important that you don't fixate on your sentences too deeply in this beginning phase because then you might lose motivation, so worry about corrections later down the line in editing.

figure out what point of view feels most comfortable for you. especially important if you plan on joining the reader-insert community. are you a second person pov ("you/yours") kind of writer, as most are? or do you prefer third person pov ("they/theirs/she/hers/he/his")? it just kind of helps to know what you feel most comfortable with, i think, because then you can practice with that and later work on venturing outside of your comfort zone.

write often. one sentence or one hundred sentences a day. it doesn't matter, but write, and do it often. don't feel pressured to actually finish anything all that often, but make sure you're at least adding a few words here and there in a project of yours as often as possible.

read often. this is equally as important as writing often. identify what you like the most about others' writing styles and try to reflect that in your own writing. no, it isn't copying and yes, it is perfectly acceptable; this is how the most talented writers (and even artists in general imo?) learn—through observation. anyone who says otherwise doesn't know what they're talking about fr. 🙏

try to join networks once you're more comfortable posting your writing. hypocritical ass tip, to be honest, because i've recently been having a shy streak making it hard for me to work up the confidence to join new networks... but nevertheless, do as i say, not as i do. networks are a good place to find community and you might even find people who are willing to offer constructive criticism that helps you improve!

have patience and keep practicing. you may or may not be satisfied with the quality of your writing at first, and it's okay if you aren't, but it's important to not be discouraged by that and to keep working at it. there may also be periods where you just don't like your writing at all; it happens to the best of us and it's important to try not to get too frustrated with yourself over it.

character studies are important. get to know the character or characters you are writing for. it's good to look at voice lines or dialogue to see how they talk and act. it helps a lot, i think! and it helps even more to explore their character in your writing. what motivates them? what are they afraid of? why are they the way they are? important questions to answer, and answering them will help you get to know the character you're writing about.

overall, posting writing is just like sharing art. you'll have to have patience when it comes to finding your target audience (...it has taken me FOREVER and my "target audience" is lowkey just my mutuals tbh) and finding your people, but you will eventually.

#✧— aphe's letters from raymond.#IDK IF THESE REALLY HELP BUT AUGHH

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tohisprettyc00l · 1 year ago

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Hello! I never did this, but can I get a romantic/platonic match up with a toh character?

-I am 15 years old.

-I'm bisexual. (More leaned towards boys. Its like 65% boys and 45% girls.)

-I am a November Sagittarius.

-My MBTI is ENFP 7w6.

-If I play D&D I'm always a bard,no question asked.

-Being someone with an ADHD is very interesting (thats me,hi).

- I'd say I'm hardworking and determined,but I have a low motivation.

- Sometimes I feel like I don't have any self-esteem at all (being always the weird kid has its effect for the long run.)

- I feel that I am sometimes the smartest person in the room and the dumbest the same time.

- I love memes,dank memes and overly people say I am a fun person to be around.

- Being the oldest daughter I love to care about people who deserves it.

- I love listening to peoples dreams/what they want from life or just rambling about anything.

- My hobbies are listening some music (any kind really), writing fanfictions,reading and drawing.

- I love dogs,cats,raccoons,reptiles, bees really anything. Even spiders. Just don't jump on be.

- I am easily scared by loud voice or jumpscares. I hate horrors :c

So thats it💛

And thank you for ur work.

(And sorry about my grammar,english isn't my first language)

I romanticly match you with: Luz Noceda!

-Luz loves D&D and no one can convince me otherwise. She would 100% play with you if you wanted.

-Fun fact: she also had ADHD! (like canonically) So she can relate to you when it comes to that.

-She literally moved dimensions because she was seen as "Weird" and that definitely contributed to her season 3 self-esteem issues. So with that being said she can be and is a great help with boosting your confidence.

-You'll wake up to like 50 texts from her and they're all memes.

-She may not be the oldest (Vee's a year older) but when she cares it is clear. She goes all out showing her affection.

-Bro if you are okay with listening to rambling get ready to know every detail about The Good Witch Azura. You'll know just as much if not more than people who have read the whole series.

-Girl loves writing fanfic and reading it! If you're in the same fandom as her and you post your fanfic she'll happily be your beta reader.

-If you think you like animals like spiders or things people don't usually like you've seen nothing yet. The weirder the animal the more Luz likes it.

I platonically match you with: Vee noceda!

-She would love to play dnd with you.

-Yeah Vee can relate to the motivation thing :/. So I mean y'all can talk to each other about it.

-Vee loves memes tbh. But she doesn't really understand any of them.

-Vee doesn't really think about her future. Mainly because it gets overwhelming for her because she isn't used to a 'normal' life. But being able to talk about to someone even if it is a one-way conversation.

-She cares for animals a lot, she finds them very neat.

-Vee likes spooky stuff but in a more fun way. But if you don't like that either she's fine not looking at spooky stuff when you are around.

I hope you like it!

#toh x reader #the owl house x reader #luz toh x reader #toh luz x reader #luz noceda x reader #luz x reader #vee toh x reader #vee x reader #toh matchups

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devondespresso · 7 months ago

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i think its also possible that the lack of confidence comes from (or also comes from) that sort of inner perfectionism, that feeling that the fic has so much potential but the way its turning out isn't lining up with that you know it could be, and maybe that dulls your excitement for actually writing or finishing it.

at least thats the type of confidence issue im most familiar with xynxngxngxng. if this is at least part of it, theres a couple things i do to make it easier to keep going

first is the whole trust-the-process mindset. i remember seeing something along the lines of "the first draft is to make it exist, the second is to make it functional, and everything after is to make it good" and i think with pantsing its especially important to keep your first draft(s) low-stakes because the point of them isn't to be a whole fic, the point is for you to discover what's going to happen. its going to be messy, could be completely out of order, incoherent and honestly appalling because its not the final fic.

but the whole trust-the-process thing can be pretty hard to really believe in at the start, especially without any personal proof that it is real. i think drabbles are a good place to start. really really tiny stuff, aiming 500 words but anything under 1000 words, because those words go by so quick you can only focus on one really specific idea and its quick to play around with and refine to your liking! my absolute favorite fic ive ever written is like 800 words, but even if you don't make your favorite masterpiece ever its a solid low-stakes warm-up.

the second thing is some I definitely have to keep working on, but it is essentially redefining what "perfect" means for the fic your working on. because in art perfection is less an achievable quality of the work (because like, theres not a single piece of art out there that everyone agrees is perfect, its all too subjective) and more like a feeling. you look at the work and you notice things and depending on what your focusing on it either feels amazing (reading other ppls fics usually jztnxn) or feels imperfect.

and to help with that, i try to think about all art (especially my favorites and my own work) in terms of what the appeal is, what makes me and other people love it. its applying the thought process you use to appreciate your favorite fics to your own fic, taking off the nitpicking-hyper-critical author glasses and see your art more clearly. i love analyzing media anyway, but i feel like seeing flaws in art and understanding that it doesn't have to detract from how incredible it is has helped me be more forgiving with the imperfections i find in my own work.

and reallllll quick last little tip: if you can, find a writing buddy!! it doesn't have to be a big group, just one person to cheerlead while you build your writing confidence back up!! there are betas out there that help cheer you in while writing or you can ask a friend if they wanna trade cheering (you hype them and they hype you, if you're the type to feel kinda bad about asking for betas/cheer-readers, ive totally been there). it helps so much having a strong positive voice as backup while you're wrestling with that nasty little mean one in your head

its totally cool if none of these help fix the problem entirely, every writers different, but there is going to be some way to get through this, even if it takes a lot if trial and error and digging, even if you end up pioneering a technique or thought process or habit to figure out how to get your feelings on the same page as the things you know logically.

you're doing great and i wish you the best for getting back into writing again!! 💕💪💥

Hi! I have a writing related question. I have a major problem finishing things, specifically the second half or last third. I'm a pantser, and have tried planning to help fix the issue, but it's just...not my style. I plan and it all changes anyway. This problem has been going on for a long time and by now I'm fairly sure the culprit is psychological/lack of confidence. I know logically this is a common occurrence and I likely just need to push through, but I simply can't do it, most of the time even with shorter works (I then feel worse about myself as a writer, which makes the problem worse, etc). I guess what I'm asking is, if you or anyone has been in this situation, and some general tips or words of wisdom lol. I know the issues, but still can't seem to fix it. It's affecting my ability to write and now I can't even start stories like I used to either. It's making me miserable. I love writing and want to have it "click" again; right now I just feel sort of broken, creatively speaking.

I'm not very fandom social but I do read this blog all the time, it's a gift. So helpful on so many different topics, and I felt comfortable finally reaching out here ♥️ Thank you for everything you do here

I think you know part of the issue. You know that you can't finish works and you know that planning doesn't help you. You think there might be a lack of confidence, but you don't seem all that certain about it.

I think you should dig in a bit more and see what the actual culprit is.

Are you worried that your writing is bad and will be poorly received?

Are you worried your story is too niche and no one will read it?

Are you worried that the things you write might lead to harassment or bullying of some kind?

What you'll notice about all of those things is that the worry is about how other people will react to what you've written. That's something that's completely out of your control.

To get back to the joy of writing, try writing something just for yourself, with no intention of posting it. See if that helps you get to the end. Often people who have issues with perfectionism or shame or anxiety will put off finishing projects because they want to avoid the judgement that comes after something is finished. If it's never done, no one will tell you that you did a bad job.

If you're like me, then planning is the opposite of helpful because as soon as the plan is in place, it feels like the story is already written. Instead, try working with a plotline that has lots of different ways that it can go. Make it into a kind of "choose your own adventure" but for you, the writer. As you get to each stage in the story, leave choices open so that you can go left or go right - but you can also go up or down or swing in a circle.

Refocus on the parts of writing that feel more like play than like work and do more of that. Reconnect with the joy of it. Then, when you actually like it again, you can figure out whether you actually still want to post your works and how you can deal with your worries then.

*hugs* it's a rough spot right now, anon, but I think you'll get through it. Let's see what advice the rest of the blog has to give.

#god im sorry this is so long zgbzbgzfbzgbzbg #hoping i make any sense here

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punmasterkentparson · 2 years ago

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How to Comment on Fanfics! (A Guide for the Socially Anxious)

I'm autistic and find socializing with people to be scary af, and that used to include commenting on fics. Now I'm 35 and I've been through multiple fandoms and written plenty of fic, so I'm comfortable on both sides of the fence. Below are some tips and tricks for commenting on fics, to help you when you really want to let your fav author know how much you appreciate their work but aren't confident on what to say.

Feel Free To:

Leave comments. You don't have to say something original or even with words; emojis are great!

Say what you liked. "I love their chemistry." "The scenery description was *chef's kiss*" etc. Hearing about your experience of the fic is what makes the writing worthwhile.

Quote specific lines from the fic. No need to write a thesis on the narrative whatevers of it. (Although long comments are also good!) Even a simple "THIS! THIS HTIS THIS!!" lets the author know you appreciated what they wrote, and it makes them warm and fuzzy.

Comment several times. You know how the AO3 kudos button works only once? Comments work every time! You can use the above methods for commenting multiple times, or even leave a simple "Darn kudos button, let me leave more kudos!!" to let the author know you enjoyed their work more than once.

Share how the fic was meaningful to you. I wrote a fic about the nature of getting older, and lots of people shared their experiences of growing older in the comments. Don't share identifying information (name, country, date of birth, etc.)! Stay safe. But reading and writing fic can be cathartic for both parties, and it's okay to talk briefly about how an author's story mirrored your own life experiences, and how it made you feel understood or seen.

Try Not To:

Nitpick spelling, grammar, punctuation, etc. Sometimes, authors will leave notes (top or bottom of the fic on AO3) saying "Please comment with any mistakes I made!", and that means they're interested in feedback. ("Sorry for any mistakes," on the other hand, is generally a request that you to overlook them.) Unless an author explicitly asks for feedback, refrain from commenting on mistakes in public. Maybe the author was writing in their second language for practice; maybe they have dyslexia; maybe they were tired when they uploaded the fic and didn't check. The fun part of fic is that it's not under the level of scrutiny as traditionally published works. If an author has lots of mistakes that bother you, try reading fics by someone else.

Argue whether a story follows canon. Fanfic is fun because it doesn't have to follow canon. It doesn't have to make sense or follow any rules. If a ship or character portrayal doesn't match the original media, that's okay. The original media doesn't change!

Talk about what the author could have done "better." This can be anything from how they wrote the dialogue, what words they used for descriptions, the tense they used (present or past), the POV (first, second, third), etc. The point of fanfic isn't to write the best thing possible, it's to have fun. What if someone said you can't build sandcastles on the beach unless your goal was to become an incredible sand sculptor? It would take the fun out of playing in the sand.

Ask the author to change something in their story. Generally speaking, once a fic is published, it has reached its "final form." Asking an author to go back and change what they wrote because one person thinks it could be better is making unpaid demands on their time. NOTE: If you want to be involved in developing and editing fic, you can volunteer to be a beta reader! You can offer to check spelling and grammar, characterization, story development and narrative flow, canon compliance, even use of culture or language (i.e. "Britpick" fics about British media written by non-British writers).

That's all off the top of my head for now. Feel free to add notes to this post with your own dos and don'ts of leaving fanfic comments. Be encouraging! Fanfic and fandom courtesy are a communal effort, and ensuring that everyone feels welcome to do their best and make mistakes along the way is the best way to ensure fic and fandom continue to be a safe, fun place for all of us.

#fandom #fanfic #fanfiction #writing #fanfic comments #fandom culture #fan culture #fan fic #fan fiction

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evil-feather · 3 years ago

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What if the love interest asks Miss P if she loves/has loved someone and Miss P vaguely describes them, but the love interest just doesn’t get it?

Happy birthday to me lmao, here's my birthday gift for you all. I wrote this last night instead of sleeping so it's pretty rough and there may be a lot of mistakes but I don't have a beta reader😬😅

1) English isn't my native language so there will be mistakes!

2) This is my second time writing xReader and I'm not really good at it but I really want to practice it.

3) I know from other Fanfictions that Y/N is mostly brave and confident buuut since I'm projecting a bit, Y/N is more shy and clumsy here ;)

SOMEBODY TO YOU

Pairing: Miss Peregrine X fem!Reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 1764

People who might like this because they requested other prompts: @vykanya @mistresspotterhead @flamelthepoet

Important note for later so that no-one misunstands it: according to Ransom Riggs there are Ymbrynes that find out that they are Ymbrynes when they are already adults! Means they are adults but still Ymbrynes-in-training

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“Isn’t it cold out here?”

You blinked slightly confused.

The voice had ripped you out of your dream world.

You tilted your head upwards to meet a warm pair of emerald green eyes in which you could get lost in.

It took you a moment to realize that Alma was waiting for an answer so you raised the book in your hand a little.

“I was reading and it seems like I forgot the time.”

Alma’s gaze dropped to the book in your hand, a slight smile playing on her lips and you couldn’t help the blush that crept up your neck when her eyes met yours again.

Some seconds later it finally hit you.

That’s not what she had asked you.

“And yes, I didn’t notice that it got cold…..and dark,” you added, scratching the back of your head.

It was true. You really hadn’t noticed it until she had pointed it out.

To be honest, you hadn’t read one word in your book for the past 20 minutes because your mind had been too involved in its own little story but of course, you couldn’t tell Alma that.

She hummed and sat down next to you.

“What are you reading?”

Your gaze dropped to the book in your lap.

“Oh, nothing too interesting. I uhm, borrowed this from your library,” you answered with a sheepish smile and turned the book in your hands so she could see the cover.

Alma nodded slowly and smiled.

“What a pity, I did think that it was interesting,” she replied.

You could feel your cheeks heating up as you began to stammer:

“That’s not what I meant, I mean-, of course, it’s interesting-, I just thought uhm-”

A quiet laugh interrupted you and when you turned your head to look at Alma, you saw the amusement in her eyes.

Great, you had embarrassed yourself again.

Why couldn’t you just act normal around her?

But then again it was all worth it if it meant to see her so happy and carefree.

You’d gladly make a fool out of yourself only to see her eyes light up again or her cheeks turning pink from trying to hold back her laughter.

You slowly tore your gaze away when you noticed that you were staring even though Alma didn’t seem to have noticed it.

There was a moment of silence between you two. Luckily silence was never awkward between the two of you and you were very thankful for that.

It was Alma who broke the silence again.

“Who’s your favorite?”

Your head shot up, eyes slightly widened with panic but also confusion.

“What?!”

She tilted her head and nodded to the book in your lap.

“Who’s your favorite?” she asked again.

The tension left your body as fast as it came and you relaxed a little bit.

“Ohh uhm, I actually like the side characters more. I’ve always felt more connected to them.”

“So you are not the person who loves going on adventures and travel the world while searching for the love of their life?” she asked in a mocking tone.

You grinned, shook your head. Not that you needed to search the world to find the love of your life when she was sitting beside you in this very moment. After a small break you asked:

“Are you?”

She shook her head as well.

“That isn’t a path that was made for me.”

“Well, of course you wouldn’t leave now but what if you were free to choose, without the responsibility that you have now? Would you want to change something and leave?”

Alma’s gaze met yours again and you were sure that you saw something glow in them for a second but you couldn’t quite read it.

Then she whispered:

“No.”

You didn’t really know why but her answer somehow calmed you down and you sighed softly.

It was finally becoming easier for you to hold this conversation without embarrassing yourself and you were finally starting to relax a little when suddenly a thought shot into your head.

What if her answer was "no" because she had already found someone?

You tried to push that thought back but your tongue was too fast and before you could think about it more and stop yourself you asked:

“Have you ever loved someone?”

Your eyes went wide when you realized that you had said that out loud and you began to panic.

“Pardon?”

“I- I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to- That was rude,” you began to stutter, her gaze burning on your skin.

Thank the birds that it was already dark outside because you were sure that you looked as red as a tomato right now. So much for not embarrassing yourself anymore.

You dropped your head in defeat and started to play with the pages of the book, praying that Alma wouldn’t hate you now.

Heavens, how could you have been so stupid?

Was it really that hard to have a normal conversation with her? Just one time?

You decided not to move and to your surprise, Alma didn’t stand up and leave you either.

She just looked up to the night sky and sighed slightly.

“Yes.”

The answer was barely a whisper so that you had nearly missed it, being so occupied with playing with the book pages out of anxiety. Slowly you lifted your head again, unsure if you were allowed to ask more or not. But curiosity won.

“Really?”

Alma’s eyes left the sky to wander to you again and she smiled slightly.

“Why so surprised?”

You blinked in confusion and shook your head lightly.

“I’m not sure. I suppose it’s because I’ve never noticed it.”

There it was again, the amusement twinkling in her eyes. But she chose to keep whatever she was thinking to herself and turned her attention back to the stars above you.

You finally closed the book and set it aside. Then you took a deep breath and looked at the woman beside you again.

“Do I know them?”

She raised an eyebrow and you could have sworn that you saw the corner of her lips twitch upwards just a little bit.

“Perhaps.”

You nodded slowly and started to think about who it could be. There weren’t many people visiting the loop but you also knew that Alma met other Peculiars and Ymbrynes at the Council so maybe it was someone from there?

“Okay, I need a little bit more than that.”

Her focus returned to you and she tilted her head again. There was something about this bird-like behavior that you thought was just utterly adorable but you pushed that thought away for later.

“Hmm we know each other for quite some time now and let’s see, she is very good with children even though she might not admit it herself, she has a good sense of humor, oh and she can be very chaotic and clumsy sometimes but never in a harsh way.”

She smiled at you and you could feel your heart become heavy. She must love that person a lot from how she talked about her.

You didn't know the other Council people that well and everything that you did know about them, came from stories that Alma told you.

But you could easily imagine that one of the other younger Ymbrynes and Alma knew eachother maybe since they were kids or maybe they met through the Council.

And of course they were good with children because well, they were an Ymbryne.

Or maybe it was an Ymbryne-in-training? That would explain the side remark, that the person doesn't believe herself that she's good with children.

Yes, that must be it.

“And have you told her?”

You didn’t even know why you kept on asking and torturing yourself but somehow you couldn’t stop.

Alma narrowed her eyes and blinked slowly.

“I pretty much did-”

“Ohh nooo, but she didn’t get it?” you interrupted her.

Somehow that made you feel a little bit better even though that was probably inappropriate and mean.

Alma sighed and mumbled:

“Apparently not, no.”

“That sounds more like she’s stupid and not chaotic and clumsy,” you grinned.

She smirked and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear while replying:

“No, I think she’s just very chaotic and clumsy.”

“Then I should probably talk to her at one point,” you laughed lightly.

Alma only nodded softly and smiled at you. That was when you suddenly became aware of how close your faces were.

You were surrounded by a little cloud that smelled like perfume, pipe smoke, and something else that you couldn’t quite name. But the longer you thought about it, the more you thought that it smelled like home.

The moment got ruined by your mind that painfully reminded you of the conversation that you two just had.

She loved someone else and you had to accept that.

Anything as long as she was happy. Even when that meant that you had to repress your feelings and see her with someone else.

And so you pulled back and lowered your gaze down to the book on the floor just to miss the spark of sadness and disappointment in Alma’s eyes.

When you looked up again, Alma was already standing again and holding her hand out to you.

“Come on, we should get you inside. You’ve been sitting in the cold for way too long and we don't want you to catch a cold.”

You nodded in agreement, grabbed her hand so she could pull you up and you went back inside together.

Your head kept replaying and overthinking everything that just happened and it kept you so distracted that you didn’t even notice that you had never let go of the warm hand that had helped you up.

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inexplicifics · 3 years ago

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Hey,

I really like your work! I was wondering if you could give me some advice.

I was really depressed when The Very Long thing came out and you having a consistent schedule helped me keep going from day to day. I had to keep going, because I wanted to know what happened. I realize that this was a more of a happenstance thing than anything else, but now that I am medicated and am sure of my ability to finish long works- I wanted my things to be finished before I post, just to give that gift of surety to whoever wants to read what I write. I am also feeling more confident in my writing because I am marking down places I can change stuff and not getting stuck as often. It’s taking a lot of stress away from crafting the story.

I am over fifty thousand words in on a first draft and I am looking at my outline and sort of feeling like Sisyphus. It’s a milestone, but I don’t have a lot of external support for the project right now. I don’t think my friends are interested and the fandom isn’t small- but I don’t feel very connected. I did have someone look over the outline, but I am scared to death of bothering them anymore when this project is going on this long. I have been writing long enough to know inspiration isn’t going to actual fuel me very long and the accomplishment is in the work- not the readers.

But I was wondering if you had any advice or comments on writing something long without feedback, is it just this hard?

I'm not sure how useful my advice will be, but I'll try.

I also find writing long works without feedback to be difficult. In point of fact, I don't do it without feedback, so honestly, my advice is to try to find someone - even one person - who can be your ideas-bouncer and cheerleader and person who pesters you to finish a chapter because they want to know what happens next. I have Rose for that, and without her help, I don't know that Must Brave the Thorns would have ended up existing. I also had a handful of other people who got beta access and made excited noises at me; it helped a lot.

You could also post snippets, either on Tumblr or on a Discord server, to get people excited.

The other thing I find that helps, counterintuitively enough, is going and working on something short for a little while. A flash fic or a vignette helps get the writing wheels turning, and then I can come back to the longer fic with a sort of fresh outlook, a new enthusiasm.

...I hope some of that was useful. Good luck with your Long Thing! Hang in there! I think every Long Thing has a point where you feel like Sisyphus, and getting past that point is always hard, but I have faith in your ability to push through.

#questions answered

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louwhose · 2 years ago

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All the Fic Writer Answers

😅 What's a story or scene you've created that you're a smidge embarrassed exists?

It's only been a few months since I've gotten back into writing, so I don't think I'm removed from any of it to consider it embarrassing. However, from a previous excursion into fic writing three years ago and any of the many things I wrote when I was thirteen... 😅 is accurate.

🥺 Is there a certain type of moment or common interaction between your characters that never fails to put you in your feels?

It may sound a little cheesy, but things like hope in the darkest situations and love and friendship inspiring people to be better. It's more than that but it's those vibes and all I can say is that I love it.

🤡 What's a line, scene, or exchange you've written that made you laugh?

"By the Goddess, Robbie!" Impa said. "You can’t just ask someone you just met to strip!" "Why not?" Purah retorted. "I wanna see it, too." Why did they all want to see him naked? Link was very uncomfortable with this. "Enough!" Zelda finally inserted herself back into the conversation. "No one will be stripping anyone. Understood?"

From Turn of the Century.

😈 Has there been a point in a story where you did something just to be playfully mean to your readers?

Maybe the end of chapter 5 of that fic I did for TwiYor week? Otherwise maybe if I ever actually get far enough along in any of my planned long fics...

✍ Do you have a beta reader?

I wish, but I've never gotten the confidence to try to get one.

🛒 What are some common things you incorporate in your fics? Themes, feels, scenes, imagery, etc.

Characters being very introspective, and usually an overall hopeful feel to it, maybe? It's really hard to analyze my own work on this one.

🎢 Which of your fics would you call your wildest ride?

Turn of the Century? Or at least it probably will be eventually?

✨ Give you and your writing a compliment. Go on now. You know you deserve it. 😉

It's getting better on the action and not being quite so dialogue heavy? Also, the emotions are written well?

💋 First kiss fics. Love em or hate em?

LOVE LOVE LOVE! I cannot get over two idiots falling in love and coming to accept their feelings and admit them to each other and kiss. Or even if the order is messed up a little, it's always a delight!

🎶 Do you listen to music while you write? What song have you been playing on loop lately?

I've started doing it more. Lately, I've found that looking up specific music correlating to a scene gets me really into it and I enjoy it. Like listening to the Lost Woods music while writing about how chilling the place could really be was... intense.

🛠What tools/programs/apps do you use to write?

Basically just Google Docs. Mostly because I love the convenience of switching to my phone when I'm out and about. Even have a few things I wrote nearly entirely on my phone while on vacation.

⛔ Do you have a fic you started, but scrapped?

I've talked about it a lot, but my BOTW2 speculation fic that was ruined by the Tears of the Kingdom trailer coming out.

🙋‍♀️ Do any irl people know you write fanfic?

My family, because I cannot shut up about it when I have an idea I like or want to bounce an idea off of someone and they're right there. In fact, I'm not shy about sharing it, so basically anyone I spend time with and have gotten moderately comfortable with is told.

🍦 What's the sweetest fic you've created so far?

Probably I Choose You.

🍷 Do you drink and write?

No. Nothing about alcohol appeals to me.

🍆 Do you write the spicy stuffs? If so, what's your most popular nsfw fic?

🌞 Do you have a preferred time of day to write?

Anytime, really, but a little more in the mornings since I'm a morning person and that's when I have more energy to do things rather than consume them.

💖 What made you start writing?

I've always had story ideas, but when I consider it to be actual "writing" was when I was twelve, had finished eating my lunch and I guess I must've finished my book already because I wasn't reading, and I decided to actually start writing down, on pencil and paper, my story, and had actually finished the first chapter by the end of the day.

💌 How do you feel about comments and feedback?

I love it!!!! I'm admittedly not the best at responding, but it just delights me to see people enjoying something I've written.

❌ What's a trope you will never write?

anything really very nsfw. it's just not for me

💲 Would you ever open commissions?

No, not for fics. I have way too many ideas of my own, and even if that weren't the case, I would ask for requests rather than anything.

🧐 Do you spend much time researching for your stories?

Entirely too much or entirely too little. Depends on how much I care about a detail and how easily I can figure out the answer.

🏆 What's your most popular fic?

Blind Spots. I think it's mostly because of how large the SPY x FAMILY fandom is now.

🎃 Do you write fics for certain holidays? Which is your favorite holiday inspired fic?

None yet, but I think I'd like to do some for the holiday season this year...

🎯 Have any of your readers accurately guessed major plot points? Care to share which?

I don't think there's really been that much guessing plot points because I haven't really done much multi-chapter stuff. Yet. But I'm trying to figure out a way to getting those actually worked on seriously.

🎨 How do you feel about fan art of your stories?

I would LOVE

📈 How many fics do you have?

🦅 Do you outline fics or fly by the seat of your pants?

Fly by the seat of my pants because outlining typically makes me lose motivation on a fic.

👀 Tell me about an up and coming wip please!

Witches! (hehehe)

🤗 What advice would you give to new fanfic writers that are just getting started?

Just write. It may not be masterfully done, but we all need to start somewhere. And no one else will have your idea, or at least do it exactly the way you do it, so don't be afraid to share your stories!

💞 Who's your comfort character?

I am honestly torn between Link and Zelda because I project onto both of them a LOT.

🤩 Who is your favorite character to write?

Probably Purah. There are some other characters that are pretty great, but throwing her into the mix always makes things fun.

🤲 Would you please share a snippet of a wip?

Link had forgone the challenge, and sportsmanship, to kill an unconscious, half-dead foe in cold blood. Maybe he didn’t quite want to be the Hero. But he didn’t want to be that, either.

😬 Which of your fics would you be most horrified for friends, family, or coworkers to stumble upon?

x I... may have self-projected a little too much and a few of them might know exactly what I am referring to and I don't want to admit that this was my poor way of coping with it.

🎉 What leads you to consider a fic a success?

I like it when at least someone likes it. Because that's what I need, is for someone to like it, because otherwise I'm content with a story in my head for myself, despite enjoying the process of getting things to actually work in an actual story. So I like it when someone likes it, especially if they give actual feedback, which is part of the reason I try to comment on fics I read pretty often.

✅ What's something that appears in your fics over and over and over again, even if you don't mean to?

Zelink. I love them, don't get me wrong, but... not every fic is trying to be about them, or at least not their romantic relationship.

📚 Would you ever want to turn writing into a career?

Well, an author is what I've wanted to be since I was twelve, so... yes.

⌛ How long does it take you to write a fic, or a chapter?

Honestly honestly honestly depends on a combination of length, motivation, and how much time I actually spend working on that particular one. Longest one so far is HERO x FAMILY taking a couple of months, though that was admittedly time concentrated more towards the first couple and last couple of weeks.

🤯 What's a genre you struggle with as a writer (ex. romance, action, etc.)?

Action. I mean, describing people doing things as opposed to talking or freaking out internally? Especially if they're doing a lot of things like in a fight? It's a struggle, because it's not really what I think of it and I am slow getting it written.

💔 Is there a fic of yours that broke your heart?

Tough choice because I love angst but A Lifetime Ago just is a heartbreaking premise and I think it takes the cake on this one.

💥 How do you feel about criticism?

Give it but please be nice about it?

🤭 Do you have a favorite tag to use when posting your works?

I have been trying to use #lou writes

🥰 How do you feel about reader interaction? Are you open to receiving questions about your fics?

um yes please. These stories live in my head and I love to talk about them, and usually my siblings aren't that receptive, so if someone would like to talk to me about it and ask about it to know more, I would be delighted!

#stealing this idea from fate just cuz it's a great idea #lou writes #casually drops lots of links to fics in here in pitiful promotion of them #drops this and then scurries into bed for the night

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It’s Definitely You || kth (m.) 1

synopsis:

Working as a barista in NYC has its perks, but when your ultimate dream of being on the Broadway stage tends to come crumbling down, the only thing that raises your spirits is the comfort of a complete stranger… who seems to have known you for far longer than you thought.

masterlist here

→ pairing: taehyung x barista!reader (also musical theatre performer cause I had to)

→ genre: fluff, angst, future smut | strangers(ish) to lovers… i won’t give the truth away... gonna have to read and find out for yourself ;))

-> warnings: self doubt, adorable plant names... there's really not many warnings for this chapter!

→ word count: 7,973

authors note:

alrighty everyone... here we go! (i’m so nervous) this is the first chapter of this series (which it took me 50 years to figure out whether I wanted this to be a series or a two shot... lets just say that it's gonna be a long one, so I think that a series is the best way to go)! this story is really near and dear to my heart, so 1. I really hope you enjoy it and 2. I hope all of you know how hard it was to write this into words... my goodness. now, make sure you look for clues throughout this series... there's a secret in here that won't be revealed for a while ;)) but if any of you have ideas, please be sure to send an ask while we wait to find out together! anyways, I hope you enjoy !!

authors thanks:

a HUGE thank you to @hantaev and @monvante for beta-reading and being so so supportive of me and this little (but not so little) story... y'all truly have no idea how helpful you've been and how thankful I am to be friends with both of you! forreal, y'all are the greatest and I'm sending you all my love!!

also, if you are enjoying this story, please don’t hesitate to send me an ask (on or off anon) and let me know your thoughts, feelings, theories, etc!! i would love to hear from all of you 🤍

If time-travel existed, you would be on the first time machine and head back to 2 years ago. A time when you had a free schedule and were able to go out on Friday nights. A time when you felt confident in yourself and were raring to pursue theatre. A time when you didn't have this job (cause apparently, theatre is impossible to get into) that forces you awake at 4 in the morning for the opening shift.

You can't say you don't love your Barista job because you do. Still, when your alarm wakes you from the beautiful dream of performing on the big stage, you have to use everything within yourself to crawl out of your sheet cocoon… and that is unacceptable.

What's even more unacceptable is the fact that your co-worker, Jimin, hasn't arrived at the Academia Cafe yet. You have about 30 minutes to prepare for the morning peak; brew coffees, set up the bakery items, clear the boards "coffee of the day," etc. The problem is, it takes up all of the 30 allotted minutes— and you can't start prepping early because Jimin has the keys to the cafe.

You’ve worked at the Academia Cafe for about a year now, taking a break from your endless theatre audition schedule— since that was getting you absolutely nowhere. No matter how badly you want it, nothing seems to work. No matter how many times you practice, it never seems to be good enough. Let’s just say, you took this job at the cafe because you were over the repetitive let downs.

… But here you are, with a “Jimin being late” let down.

[To: Jimin ☕️] hey, you almost here? times ticking, keys!

You stuff your phone into your winter coat pocket, the brown material catching snowflakes as they fall gently from the cloudy sky. You love this weather; it's always been your favorite. When you were little, you used to pretend to be a dragon; running all over your front yard and releasing heavy breaths that chilled in the air and spread like smoke. You don't enjoy the cold, but the entire feel of winter has you cozying up in a blanket with hot cocoa and a good book… nothing could beat that.

A buzz in your pocket catches your attention.

[From: Jimin ☕️] Hey! Look up.

Your eyes immediately lift to see Jimin smiling a few feet away, shuffling through the snow as he drags the keys out of his pocket. He's sporting a heavy blue coat that reaches down to his knees — making his short stature appear even smaller — topped with a matching blue beanie. Despite his tardiness today, you’ve always been fond of Jimin. He's like a ray of sunshine, beaming through the skyscrapers of the city and making everyone around him happy just by flashing a single smile. Honestly, you wish you could sneak some of that happiness from him and lock it somewhere safe... so you can save it for a time when you need it most.

"Your timing is impeccable." He laughs, gently placing the keys into the front door lock. "You texted me right as I was rounding the corner."

"I'm telling you, Jimin; we're always on the same wavelength." Smirking, you make your way through the doors of the cafe, greeted by the warmth that surrounds you like your sheet cocoon did this morning, but accompanied by the smell of fresh coffee. "Except for the fact that you, my friend, are late, so now we only have twenty-eight minutes until opening."

Old, rustic book pages litter the cafe's dark walls, executing the dark academia theme flawlessly. You have to give the interior designers a hand, what with the black stools and high dark wood counters etched with different story pages. You wonder if anyone took the time to read the stories that covered the cafe; maybe the stories moved them in a personal way. Maybe there was a reason why they read them, a part of the butterfly effect of their life.

With a quick survey of the main room, you shuffle into the back to put your belongings away. "You would think it would be less busy on the streets because of the snow," Jimin calls, already working on the first batch of light roast coffee. "But unfortunately for me, that was not the case, and I nearly lost my life multiple times on the way here because of how slick it is."

A laugh emits from your lips, echoing in the backroom as you throw your apron over your head.

You begin with date labeling all of the pastry items, placing them accordingly onto the pastry cart; croissants, muffins, scones, etc. Then, you move onto organizing syrups and setting toppings along the bar where drinks are made. Bar is your personal favorite position-- since you're able to make the drinks… Plus, you're so busy that your shift goes by way faster. The sooner you're done, the sooner you get to go home and sleep.

“All set?” Jimin questions when you finish setting the steaming pitchers next to the espresso machine, tossing the rag he used to wipe down tables into the sanitizer bin. You give him a nod, taking a quick once over of the bar. “Alright,” he claps, “let's do this.”

This morning runs like every Friday morning, busy and fast. The sounds of coffee glasses clinking and the calling of customer names at the hand-off station echoes through the air.

Ahhhh, the scenery in coffee shops; the quiet hush over the room as soft jazz plays over the speakers. It’s soothing, all encompassing, and extremely helpful for motivation… You used to go to a local cafe for homework when you were still in school.

You take a breath, relaxing against the back counter as you overhear a conversation a group of regulars are having. It’s the usual small talk: the weather, families, sharing pictures of recent events. Coming up with questions of the day for customers becomes easier after knowing their stories, so you subconsciously listen in often.

Because of this, you almost don't notice the man waiting at the register, wholly delved into the neighboring conversation— only looking over when you hear your name called.

"Y/n?"

You turn your head, catching eyes with the stranger behind the counter who holds his credit card ready. The first thing you notice is that he's young, probably around your age, wearing a brown turtleneck and white slacks. His eyes are dark, standing above his perfectly sculpted nose and lips. His hair is dark as well, forehead drowning within the wavy bangs that fall over his eyebrows as he takes you in. To be completely honest, he's probably the most handsome man you've had the pleasure of seeing… is that weird? You don’t know him… maybe that is weird.

The second thing you notice is that he looks completely anxious, hands grasping the edge of the counter like there's a thousand-foot drop below him. Why is he looking straight at you while doing that? Maybe you should call Jimin to take ove-

“Is it really you?” He questions, taking you aback.

"I-" You clear your throat, walking forward to meet him at the register, "I'm sorry, do I know you?"

With an intake of breath, he releases the counter as he studies you. Was he… crying? You swear his eyes were not this bloodshot three seconds ago.

"You-" He pauses, taking another sharp breath and running a hand through his hair. If you thought he couldn't get more attractive, you were wrong. "Do you know me?"

Attractive? Yes. Psycho?...possibly.

You shake your head slightly, “I… I’m sorry. I don't-"

Wait… is he a regular? You swear you haven't seen him come into the cafe before. Shoot.. What if he is? The number one thing your boss has made perfectly clear: remember the regulars, so they come back and feel at home; recognized. Customer connection was the most important thing at the Academia Cafe… He's probably a regular.

“I’m so sorry, there're so many people that come to visit us and sometimes I forget the regulars!” You apologize. “That’s my fault… remind me of your name again?”

He's staring at you. Full-on staring, jaw slacked. Shifting uncomfortably in your keds, you eye beside you to see Jimin working away at a macchiato. You consider changing places, nearly walking over to him before the customer speaks again.

"It's- It's Taehyung."

You force a smile, nodding while he continues to stare at you. He seems a bit more hesitant, his eyes looking in different directions but ultimately falling back onto your own. Even if he tried, he couldn't hide the rosy color that spreads onto his cheeks. What was this guy's problem?

"Taehyung! Awesome, well, what can I get for you today?" You chirp, attempting to brighten up your increasing discomfort. He might have mistook you for someone else, you decide, jumping back into your customer service personality: kind and quick to the point.

Taehyung doesn't move, training his eyes on you. You've never had a man's undivided attention before, since boyfriends were never an option. When you were a teenager, you stayed home most of the time in your hometown, and the boys there were all just in it to take your pants off. You avoided them and never really caught their attention, so you can't help the uncomfortable blush that grows on your cheeks. It’s short lived though, your nerves dissolving as soon as you notice a single tear fall onto the front of his shirt.

Oh. Okay, he’s definitely crying.

"Sir..." You begin, leaning in closer to avoid drawing attention. "Is everything alright?"

"I…" The shake in his voice is evident as he puts his credit card back into his wallet, still refusing to break eye contact. “Excuse me." Without another word, he turns on his heel and rushes towards the exit, clocking a customer in the shoulder in his rush. He apologizes quickly, bowing to them before glancing behind to make eye contact with you once more.

You wish you could read minds, wondering what the hell is going through his brain… but you notice the tiniest gleam of a hopeful smile that hides on his lips.

And then he’s gone.

“I swear it was the strangest thing, Jimin.” You speak nervously, tugging at the strings of your apron and lifting it over your head. It had been busy all day, despite a quick thirty minute break when everyone had left and the cafe was suddenly a deserted island. You appreciated the busyness, it made your shift go by faster. Right now, all you wanted to do was go home, eat a fat bowl of icecream and distract yourself from the events of today with a movie. Thank God your shift was over.

“Maybe he thought you were someone else?” Jimin insists, taking a bite into the extra Blueberry Muffin you’d accidentally heated when you were distracted by the events that occurred earlier.

“Yeah? Well, I must be the spitting image because he was totally freaked out.”

“You never know, y/n. Or, maybe he just used that as an excuse to talk to you.” You could hear the smirk in his voice, throwing your rolled up apron at him harshly before you grab your belongings.

“Ha, ha, you’re hilarious. This guy looked like he had seen his ex… He was crying. I don’t think he was into me.”

“Maybe his eyes were watering from the cold wind?” He offers.

“Enough to cry actual tears?” You scoffed, “C’mon Jimin.”

He shrugs defensively, picking up his things so the two of you can head out a few minutes earlier than usual. Whenever the baristas have a chance to leave early, they take it. “If he comes back, then ask him: hey, dude, what’s your deal?”Jimin works his way through the cafe, throwing an excess chair upside down onto the table with the rest of them.

You hold your hand above your heart, which is still beating at a faster pace due to this discussion. Can hearts even beat this fast? This can’t be healthy… “Oh wow, you have such a way with words. That definitely won’t make him feel uncomfortable!”

Yes. Sarcasm coping mechanism.

“Y/n.” Jimin meets you at the door and puts his hands on your shoulders, making extra sure he has your attention. “Go home. Don’t think too much into it… He was probably high or something and mistook you for his ex that dumped him and now he’s moping through the city and getting into all sorts of trouble and he’ll forget that he even came here tomorrow morning. Okay?”

You nod slowly, exiting the cafe with Jimin on your tail. "Don't worry, y/n." Jimin adds, "He probably won't even come back." He locks the door and gives you one last thumbs up before heading in the opposite direction, calling out at the last second. “See you tomorrow!”

The forced smile on your face appears again (looks like this was a regular occurrence today), waving him goodbye.

Yeah… tomorrow.

Jimin was right. The handsome crying stranger was probably never coming back.

It has been a few weeks since you met him for the first time. Now, it feels like a distant memory. He hadn’t shown up to the cafe the day after the encounter, or the day after that, or the day after that, and eventually you’d come to the conclusion that he was probably never going to show his face again out of pure embarrassment. You can’t say you blame him. You’d be embarrassed too if you stared at and cried over a random stranger.

Still, you couldn't help but feel a twinge of disappointment... You'd kind of hoped you could figure out what his problem was, maybe ease his mind a little if you really did look like a past lover. You would make sure he knew that it wasn't you. What if he was avoiding the cafe because he literally thought you were someone else? Great… now you just feel bad.

"Y/n? Are you listening?" Jimin beckons over the phone.

"Huh? What?" You bounce back to reality, the soft comforter of your bed lying beneath you as you stare out the window. Thanks to your wonderful apartment search, you have a beautiful view of the city. Jimin had helped you find a place when you first moved here. The two of you had met when you visited to check out the first apartment options; he even took you out for a drink afterward to celebrate the first days' completion. Jimin had immediately clicked with you, as he does with everyone-- he was the kind of person to make friends insanely quickly. He must've been super popular in high school... unlike you.

"Y/n Y/l/n. I am giving you a chance to meet more people, and you're not even listening to me!" He cries, a light smack coming from the other end (probably from him slamming his hand on the table).

"Okay, okay-- I'm sorry. I'm listening now; what's up?"

With a deep sigh, he speaks again. "Party. My house. Tonight. It's not gonna be wild, don't worry... it's just a get-together with some of my friends, and you can have a few drinks if you would like to."

Gnawing at your bottom lip, you look over towards the clock on your nightstand. 5:00. "I don't know..." You begin, the bed shifting as you raise into a seated position. "I have to work tomorrow morn-"

"Already got your shift covered." He deadpans.

"What??"

"I already got your shift covered, so you have no excuse."

This sly guy.

"Who covered it?" You question, setting the audio to speaker-phone as you rummage through old text messages you haven't gone through (to prep for your "thank you for covering my shift" text message).

“Jin.” Noted.

“So…” Jimin continues, “are you coming?”

You can't even remember the last time you met new people, let alone gone to a party. Parties weren't necessarily your thing, especially with your busy schedule of workdays and auditions-- you just never had the time. You should be excited, right?

Well, you aren't.

"Jimin, I don't know… I'm not really a huge fan of parties." You mumble over the phone, picking at the lone string that popped out of its stitch on your comforter.

"Y/n, it's a small get-together, and it's not gonna be that kind of party. Believe me; it'll be really chill. It's just me, you, a few other coworkers, and some friends from my journalism class."

You chew at your bottom lip, looking over at your closet to see a single green cocktail dress that you hadn't worn in years. The memory of the dress was a good one… you had just finished up curtain call for The Addams Family and wore that dress to the after-party. It's a short sleeve, layered green dress that flows just over your knees, the same color sash tying the waist in a floppy bow. You blush at the memory of winning best dressed.

A pause, “Okay.” You conclude. “I’ll go.”

Jimin was honest about how chill it would be; soft music plays in the background as the group sits around the table playing cards. A basketball game is playing on the TV, desperate for attention as a player scores a 3-pointer, but no one is watching. Shuffling of cards is the only sound heard in the room as the game continues.

The atmosphere is calm… quiet…

“BULLSHIT.”

The immediate crumble of everyone’s mood causes the loud “HELL YEAH” that makes you jump in your seat.

"And that is how it's done, Ladies and Gentlemen." Jungkook (your fellow coworker) claps, his smile brighter than the sunset that seeps through the curtains on the opposite side of the room.

"And that's on cheating!" Jimin picks up the cards in the center of the table, gathering them clumsily back into a pile.

"It's called having skill," Jungkook replies, holding his hands up as he smirks at his opponents.

"No, it's called luck." Yoongi finalizes as he puts his hand of cards down on the table with a roll of his eyes. You haven’t met Yoongi before until tonight. He’s one of Jimin's friends from Journalism Class.

When you arrived, you decided to sit out of this round and learn to play before joining the game-- knowing you; you would've been crushed within the first minutes of playing. Card games weren’t exactly a skill of yours— board games on the other hand were where it’s at! That, and charades. For the sake of the party, a card game didn’t sound too bad this time around— so you poke at Jimin to give you the hand as he serves cards for everyone else.

“Wait, wait, wait—“ Jimin pauses, his hand disappearing beneath the table to grab his phone. “Hello?”

“I’m not Irish, so does luck really count?” Jungkook questions in a hushed whisper, nudging Yoongi in the side.

“Oh hey...yeah... it’s apartment 205.” Jimin continues.

“You’re so funny, Jk. Maybe you’ll actually become successful if you choose stand-up comedy rather than becoming a musician.” Yoongi replies nonchalantly, his cat-like eyes staring at the abandoned pile of cards before he seems to come to the decision to shuffle them himself. He gives you a small smile when you hold your hand out to signal that you’re joining in this round.

“Mhm, you can just walk on in! Doors unlocked… okay.. alright, see ya in a minute.” When Jimin's phone is down, Yoongi passes a hand of cards to him.

“Think you can beat me, Y/n?” Jungkook asks,”Since apparently these four can’t?” He motions to Yoongi and Jimin, glancing at the other two players of the game: Hoseok (Jimins other classmate) and his girlfriend, Faith.

“I think I can.” You say, smirking at the determined expression on Jungkooks face. Even if you weren’t very fond of card games, there was one thing you were even less fond of: losing.

“Mmm, might want to rethink that, but okay.” Jungkook replies. The two of you are death staring when the sound of the front door creaking open catches the attention of everyone else at the table. Jimin shoots out of his chair.

“Taehyung!”

You freeze.

"You-" He pauses, taking another sharp breath and running a hand through his hair. If you thought he couldn't get more attractive, you were wrong. "Do you know me?"

Attractive? Yes. Psycho?... possibly.

“I’m so sorry, there're so many people that come to visit us and sometimes I forget the regulars!” You apologize. “That’s my fault… remind me of your name again?”

"It's- It's-."

“Taehyung, you just missed me creaming everyone in bullshit.” Jungkook boasts. Your eyes are glued to the side of Jungkook's head, not daring to make eye contact with the source of your nerves the past few weeks.

“Oh did I?” The familiar, deep voice utters.

Okay.. you can’t help but look…

Holy—it’s actually him.

Immediate regret sinks into your soul when you see him. God, he’s even handsomer than you remember. A white woolen sweater hangs over a pair of his black pants, matched with white sneakers and accenting the head of dark wavy hair you’d been thinking about since you last saw him.

“Yep!” Jungkook continues. “And now Y/n’s about to get shitfaced too.”

The moment his eyes swiftly glance your way is the moment you crumble and turn your head back to Jungkook. You had hoped to make a sly remark, something along the lines of “in your dreams,” but you’re caught breathless from the tension in the room. The tension only the two of you are aware of. He must be tense too, right?

“I wouldn’t underestimate her.” You hear out of Taehyung's mouth, stealing a look at his face once more. He’s smirking at Jungkook, hanging his coat on the hook beside yours, oblivious of the way you’re basically dissecting his every move.

“Have you met Y/n?” Jimin questions, provoking Taehyung's eyes to fall back onto yours. This time, you don’t look away.

He doesn’t answer right away, making you more nervous than you should be— the silence deafening as you make to explain, “We-“

“No.” He states plainly, cutting you off. An innocent smile plays on his lips as he looks at Jimin and places his messenger bag beside the door.

No? Uhhh, was he not the guy who pretended to know who you were and cried in front of you without even explaining why? Nope, it’s definitely him.

“I’m Taehyung.” He calls in your direction, offering you a boxy smile and a small nod, “Don’t let Jungkook fool you. A girl pinched him when we were in grade school. He barely lasted five seconds before running away screaming.” Taehyung moved to the table, sitting beside the man he just brutally embarrassed.

“That girl was terrifying. She was way taller than all the other sixth graders. It was an unfair situation.” Jungkook protested, sinking in his chair as he shuffled the cards he held in his hand.

You couldn’t help but stare dumbly at Taehyung. Was he embarrassed of his outburst at the cafe that he just hopes you forgot about him? You guess you didn’t exactly meet each other, other than a few words exchanged before he disappeared out the door. He probably doesn’t want his friends to know about what happened. Or did he not recognize you and completely forgot about the whole ordeal?

Okay, it’s fine… totally fine.

“I’ll have to keep that in mind,” you laugh, “no more coming in late, Jk. Or I’ll have to pinch you.”

Jungkook merely rolls his eyes, taking a sip of his beer. You see the crinkle in Taehyung's eyes as he laughs, the boxy smile taking root on his face again… a smile you’ve begun to enjoy the look of.

Hey. Snap out of it. This guy is so confusing. That’s a red card.

You straighten up in your seat, catching Jimin's attention when you move towards the kitchen, motioning with your hand to signal that you’re getting another drink. You have a feeling you’re gonna need some more alcohol to get through the evening.

Jimins place is clean, every knick knack placed neatly where it belongs; accompanied by the smell of potted plants that he keeps by his windows. Little name tags are attached to the plant stems: Flo, Sprout, Bob. He names his plants. Sweet.

He, like you, has a great view of the city too, a mid-size window perched above his breakfast nook where a small potted plant (quotabley named “bean”) grows. The city is bustling below as you reach for a beer, shrugging off the fact that you hate beer, but at least the taste will distract you from Tae-

“Hey.” You hear a soft voice call from the kitchen archway. When you turn you nearly drop the bottle out of your hand. Taehyung gives you a soft smile.

“Hey! Uh.. did you want a beer, or are you a wine guy?” You question, cringing at how much higher your voice sounds at his close proximity.

“I— Sorry, neither.” He starts, shoving his hands into his pockets as he makes his way around the island. “I uh- I just wanted to talk to you about something.”

You nod slightly, “Yeah of course… what’s up?”

“Um,” he’s nervous, you notice. “I just wanted to apologize about the whole thing at the cafe a few weeks ago.. I was— not in the right state of mind.” He meets your eyes hesitantly, “you just look like someone I know from a long time ago and it kind of.. took me by surprise, I guess.”

Jimin was right. You offer him a smile, shaking your head in disbelief, “You know what, I truly thought that was the reason… It’s totally fine. I’m not who you think I am, by the way.”

A flicker of something crosses his features at your comment, something you can’t quite pick up, but he changes it quickly to a smirk. “Obviously.” He laughs, “I’m sorry if it made you uncomfortable.. I’m not weird, I swear.”

“Mmm, that’s what they all say.” You tease.

He laughs, a soft sound that you want to hear over and over again. “You’ve got me there.” He takes a pause, placing his hands on the island countertop. “Let’s start over? If that’s okay? I didn’t want to mention it when I came in because I wanted us to have a fresh start.”

You push down the questioning thought of who this woman he mistook you for was, not wanting to overstep any boundaries. “That’s totally okay.. clean slate?”

“Clean slate.” He finalizes.

“Straightforward,” You add, “I like it.”

He gives you a warm smile, the same edge in the way he looks at you dances in his eyes before he breaks it off, sliding the bottle of beer out of your own hand. “Actually, I think I will have a beer. You don’t seem like a beer drinker, anyway.” He turns quickly, smirking at you before striding out of the room. “Thanks, Y/n!”

Protestations die on your lips as he disappears from the room, your beer along with him. How rude. You can’t help the smile tugging at the corners of your lips as you turn back to the cupboard, skipping the beer and pouring yourself a second glass of wine. You weren’t a beer drinker, after all.

Although you weren’t one for parties, you couldn’t help but admit the fact that you were having a good time. No, a great time. All of you are seated in Jimins living room; a plate of chips sits on the coffee table, which was the hot spot of the night (considering there’s hardly any remaining). Others in the group still have a glass of alcohol in their hands, the tipsiness evident by the slurring of their words. You had stopped yourself after half of your second glass, playing it safe since you still have to walk home after the party. You weren’t much of a drinker anyway-- your family history being the root of this decision.

It isn’t the games that made the night this enjoyable, or the food, or the movie that is currently playing over Jimin's television (which, by the way, is Moulin Rouge, because half of the room enjoys musicals, and the other half enjoys regular movies. So, you decided to settle on a movie musical). None of that matters, except the fact that you’ve never felt this carefree in a long time.

For one night, you can put aside your cafe job, auditions, and never-ending to-do lists and just have fun. Real fun. Even in the audition rooms, it has never been fun for you. It’s been nerve-wracking to a fault and always ends with a “thank you for taking the time, but we’ve decided not to accept you this time around,” or a callback, which ultimately concludes with the same grueling fate.

But this is different.

This is a group of people who genuinely want to spend time with you and get to know you… with no “not this time’s” or open-ended questions.

Especially with Taehyung. You’re surprised at how quickly the two of you seemed to hit it off, despite the awkward introduction. Now, it feels like he’s known you for years… in the best way. You’re comfortable talking to him, chatting together during the movie about the plot points or songs you find specifically endearing. You had initially planned to sit next to Jimin… but ended up next to Taehyung on the couch.

It just happened.

He enjoys musicals as well, you learn. Maybe not as much as you do, but at least he doesn’t despise them. He’s one of Jimin’s friends from their shared art class. He loves the color brown. His favorite food is watermelon. He does illustrations for Jimins journalism projects (which, in your opinion, are exceptional from the photos he showed you during the movie while the others were engulfed in the film). He wishes to pursue traveling journalism, where he draws what he sees rather than taking pictures. His whole aura is warm… like a heated blanket that envelopes you whole when you feel him shift beside you on the sofa. A small reminder that he’s still there.

Okay, you’re liking his presence way too much.

He finds romance movies corny but a guilty pleasure nonetheless. This, the reason why he agreed to watch Moulin Rouge despite the cheesiness in the beginning. In the end, it was anything but cheesy.

"Well, that was stupid." Jungkook scoffs, slamming the remote onto the neighboring loveseats' armrest. The once loud room filled with music is now quiet from the after-effects of the movie.

“I told you it was sad!” Jimin exclaims. The two of you had seen this movie before in theatres… and this was nothing compared to how the ending hit the first time. “Y/N was nearly choking. She was crying so hard when we saw it.”

An immediate blush rises onto your cheeks as you shake your head in defiance, trying to hide the tears that had been stinging your eyes for the last thirty minutes. “Who wouldn’t cry at that??”

“Taehyung probably didn’t. He never cries.” Hoseok deadpans. Ha. You can’t help but remember the tear that ran down his face in the cafe… He never cries?

With a quick look over your shoulder, you find that Taehyung is no longer seated on the couch. When did he get up? You attempt to shrug off your curiosity, pivoting back towards the chip table where only sad little crumbs remain. You were worrying way too much over a man you quite literally just met tonight… even if it felt like you’ve known him for much longer.

Taehyung eventually reappeared, stating that he had to use the bathroom— you ignored the fact that it took him a solid 30 minutes to get back to the party. It wasn’t your place to ask any questions, especially since he lifted a smile onto his face the second he reentered the room. See, y/n… nothing to worry about.

It wasn’t long before you insisted you head home, knowing that you’d curse yourself in the morning if you stayed out past the sunrise. If you did, you’d sleep through tomorrow, and that would be awful. You’ve done this a few times… and every time, you felt like you had wasted an entire year of your life.

You move to grab your purse and jacket, which are hanging comfortably on the hook beside the front door. With a small smile, you bid everyone goodnight— smiling as they resume a card game around the table at one o’clock in the morning. It’s nice to know that the group of you hit it off… now; you can look forward to plenty of get-togethers in the future.

Your mind is bustling with all kinds of ideas: picnics in central park, late-night broadway shows, hangouts at the caf-

“Y/n!” The soft calling of Taehyung's voice causes you to halt near the exit, turning on your heel to see him jogging towards you. He had haphazardly thrown his jacket over him since it’s still being tugged onto his body as he runs. His hair becomes even more chaotic in his haste… Why do you want to run your hands through it?

“Hey!” You squeak, interrupting your thoughts before they trudged down a guilty road. “What are you doing? Weren’t you going to play another round?”

He gives you a smirk, catching his breath as he holds out your house keys. “You forgot these! You were really moving fast… sick of us already?”

“Wh— oh my god, thank you!” With a quick swipe of your hand, you’re stuffing your keys into your pocket with a grateful smile. “Also, hardly.”

You admire the way his eyes light up at your confession. “Well.. since you don’t want to leave us so quickly.. how about I walk you home?” He seems almost hesitant asking, but you can’t help but applaud him for actually taking the initiative to inquire.

You shake your head, pulling the strap of your purse farther up your shoulder. “You don’t have t-“

“I want to!” He cuts you off quickly, catching you by surprise as he moves past you to open the door. He glances back, taking in your reluctant expression, “It’s not safe this time of night Y/n… You shouldn’t be alone.“

You know he didn't mean anything by that statement… But the idea of someone genuinely caring and not wanting you to be alone makes your heart swell. Jimin cares about your safety of course, but this feels… Different.

This is the reason why you allow him to walk you home.

The snow crunches beneath your feet, like a symphony that beckons you home. You’ve been feeling exhaustion seeping into your bones for the last ten minutes, but Taehyung's occasional brush of his arm as he walks beside you keeps you wide awake. He doesn’t think to apologize for accidentally touching you, but you blame it on the time of night. Delusion.

“How long have you lived in New York?” You question, wrapping your coat tighter around you to kick out the nipping air.

“About a year now,” He responds, shuffling his feet, “though it feels like way longer. You?”

“Three years.”

Taehyung turns his head towards you, eyes wide. “Wow, way to one up me.” With a teasing smile he continues, “You must know this city like the back of your hand.”

The truth is… you don’t. You came here for the sole purpose of making it on Broadway... you never really took the time to focus on anything else. Part of you wishes you had learned more, craved more, wanted more with your life—then you wouldn’t be so miserable when the one thing you do want doesn’t work out. “Yeah… kind of.”

If he hears the somber tone of your voice, he ignores it, turning against the wind as he walks backwards down the sidewalk. “It’s overrated in my opinion.”

You raise your head at this, “Why is that?”

“Everyone here has dreams… and those dreams get crushed more often than not.” He shrugs, “No one cares if you want to succeed, only if you already have.”

You stare at him for a moment, awestruck by the weight of his words. “But,” he adds, turning back towards the wind, “the ones who never give up and continue to chase that dream can become successful. Despite all of the no’s they might face, they always hold on till they hear a yes. That sounds like true success to me.”

Turning your head, you stare at the side of his face— admiring the way his hair tosses back a bit against the harsh winter winds. His words hit you way deeper than he probably realized, sinking into your chest with an overwhelming sense of accomplishment. You’ve been contemplating recently on whether or not to give up on your dream… that maybe it just wasn’t going to work out for you. You have been trying for so long, and have repeatedly been let down. There was no way Taehyung could have known, which is why his words hit you as hard as they did. Despite the hardships, you’ve been here for three years and you’ve never given up or stopped trying to chase your dream.

That was an achievement, right?

“To be honest… I've heard a lot of no’s in my three years of being here.” You speak softly, tucking a fallen strand of hair behind your ear. “Sometimes it feels like there will never be a yes… but here I am. At least I'm still working— at a coffee shop, not on the stage.”

“It’s admirable that you keep going.” Taehyung glances at you over his shoulder. “It makes you different from a lot of people who have left the city when they faced failure. It’s something to be proud of. Plus, coffee shop or big stage, you’re in New York City and pursuing your gift. It’s special.”

When your eyes meet, you smile at him, feeling a sense of victory the longer you hold his gaze.

“Don’t give up, Y/n. No matter what.” He speaks genuinely, leaning towards you to nudge you gently on your shoulder. You can’t help but laugh at his playfulness, giving him a nudge in return before your eyes downcast to your winter boots. The snow on the ground is fresh, powdery and sticking to the toes of your shoes. “Plus,” He adds, sucking in the chilly air, “you've got what others don’t have…”

This time when you meet his eye he has a serious expression, making sure he has your full attention as you round the corner towards your apartment building. His gaze is genuine, captivating… and a part of you hopes that the close proximity of your apartment wouldn’t cut this moment short. Finally, he speaks.

“You have passion.”

Taehyung's words weigh on you for the rest of your night. It started off as something simple, looking up audition songs for an upcoming off-broadway show your agent was telling you about. Then, you went to learning it. After that, putting on makeup. And finally, completely forgetting about your sleep schedule and filming an entire audition tape in your room at 2 in the morning (and you were belting… your poor neighbors). It wasn’t until four that you finally turned in for the night, not bothering to take off your makeup or get changed-- simply falling onto your pillow and blacking out the moment you hit it. You were definitely sleeping the next day away… but at that moment, you didn’t mind. Having a day off from your busy schedule wouldn’t be so bad.

“I sent in an audition tape two nights ago.” You speak confidently, wiping down the back counter that’s littered with coffee grounds. They stick to the rag like glue, tiny dots scattered along its white surface. If it weren’t for your apron,

and your expertly rolled up white turtleneck sweater, you would look alot like this rag right now.

“Did you?” Jimin questions from the bar, sleeving the cup before placing it on the handoff counter.

“Christopher! Medium cappuccino!” He calls, multitasking while he cranes his neck to still hear you.

“I did. I feel really good about this one..” You add, meeting him beside the bar as he lifts the pitcher up and down to create the latte-art of a flower in the center of the mug. You have tried sooooo many times to make latte art… and every time it ended up looking like a glob. A big, distorted snowball. Jimin was the master of latte art, always finishing it off beautifully with a whip of his wrist. The foam atop telling a story. “It was so late-- I was totally out of it… and yet I actually enjoyed myself while filming it. I just imagined being there.. In center stage.”

“I’m happy for you, Y/n!” He smiles, turning to place the hot mug next to the cappuccino.

“Caleb! Medium caramel latte!”

He was only half listening to you. The cafe was bustling, so it truly wasn’t Jimin's fault that he was sidetracked— but nothing could hold back the small smile that played at the edge of your lips. You had actually enjoyed singing for the first time in a while.. all because of Taehyung's Academy Award winning pep talk. Who knew that all you needed was for someone to tell you like it is. With a minuscule smile, you turn back towards the counter and lift the latte you’d whipped up this morning to your lips. Your distorted snowball is fully on display at the top.

Despite the busyness, the front register is deserted, giving you time to think for a moment about the pep talk... or rather, the person who gave you it.

“I think Taehyung likes you.” Jimin deadpans.

Uhhh… You nearly spit out your snowball at that— clearing your throat as you set it down slowly onto the wooden countertop. He speaks as if this is a natural conversation starter… it’s not.

“I’m sorry?” You croak.

“Taehyung.” He repeats, turning his head in your direction with a knowing smirk. “I think he likes you.”

You give him a scoff of disbelief, watching as yet another group of regulars enter through the door. “That’s not true, he just doesn’t know me… so he made an effort to talk to me.” If you weren’t studying the group, you would've seen Jimin giving you a scrutinized look.

So, now you have his attention.

“Y/n. It’s so obvious… He spent the entire night talking to you, he left moments after you did to give you your keys and he never came back. If that isn’t someone who’s interested, I don’t know what is.” Jimin is an expert at multitasking, finishing off two drinks at the same time and calling them out.

“Well, Jimin, when people don’t know each other, they get to know each other. It’s this thing called talking and becoming friends.” The sentence hangs in the air as the doorbell chimes, signaling that yet another customer has entered the cafe and into the swarm of regulars, but the two of you disregard the sound and continue on through your bickering.

“I’m just saying, Taehyung doesn’t usually talk to girls.” Jimin adds, wiping his hands off on the white rag seated beneath his espresso machine. “Even if they wanted his attention, he didn’t give it to them. I mean— he’s nice to girls, don’t get me wrong.. but he’s never talked to them like he did with you on game night. I don’t think he’s dated anyone since he got here.”

“He’s career driven.” You say quickly.

If you thought his smirk couldn’t get any wider, you were wrong. “Yeah, girls don’t know that about him— meaning he told you, and not other girls.” Jimin deadpans.

You stare blankly at him. There’s no way. No way that a guy as attractive as Taehyung would even think about looking at you like that. There’s just no way. You’ve never had a boyfriend... or even a guy friend, until Jimin. Eventually, you’d accepted the fact that maybe you just weren’t that interesting. Maybe you weren’t pretty enough. Maybe you couldn’t flirt…. okay, you definitely couldn’t flirt— but that’s besides the point.

“He’s not interested in me.” You conclude.

“He is.” Jimin counters.

“He’s not.”

“He so is.”

“He’s so not.”

“Y/n. I swear to you. He’s interested and you need to shoot your shot.” He whisper-screams, throwing the rag in his hand onto the bar.

“Taehyung is not-“

A clearing of someone’s throat from beyond the register cuts your argument short, nearly making you lose your balance when you see who the source was.

You’re fairly certain you’ve turned pale.

Taehyung stands in front of you, eyeing between the two of you with an awkward expression. God, how long has he been standing there? “I figured I should step in before the two of you start fist fighting.”

“Hey!” The shrill of your voice causes you to wince.

“Hey.” He says with a smile, folding his arms in front of him and raising his eyes to the menu above your head. You can’t help the glare you send towards Jimin, who's notably holding back his laughter as he moves to the blender, the station farthest from the register. Ridiculous.

“What can we get for you?” You ask routinely, trying not to make it obvious that you were just talking about him… and praying that he wasn’t there to hear what the two of you were talking about.

“Hmm…” He looks especially good today, wearing a brown, long coat and a brown plaid scarf around his neck. He wasn’t kidding when he said his favorite color was brown, that’s for sure. It suits him. His hair is wavy, flowing to a point just under his eyebrows with a split off center, giving you the tiniest glimpse of his forehead. “How about an americano with hazelnut, and some cream?”

“We can do that for ya!” You have to force yourself to stop looking at him, pressing the buttons to ring up his order before you forget. You nearly overlook ringing up the hazelnut syrup. Why were you so dazed? He’s already placed his credit card into the chip reader, but your foggy brain asks anyway. “Anything else?”

“Yes, actually.” He speaks as you move towards the bar beside the register. Grabbing an empty pitcher, you pour the milk inside and reach for the steamer. He drops a dollar into the tip jar, not giving you enough time to thank him for the unnecessary effort before he speaks again. “Are you free later?”

NEXT CHAPTER

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love-amihan · 4 years ago

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KAHIDLAW // OKKOTSU YUTA

translation of title: yearning/longing.

song inspiration: ulap by rob deniel

event; piliin mo ang pilipinas by @lumpiang-toge

amihan's note: wrote this while the song was on repeat >,> thank you for beta reading bebs @/lumpiang-toge @okakamaki happy reading!

summary: okkotsu yuta has always been the sweet guy in your life, he is willing to give you everything he can just to see that beautiful smile of yours, he lives by that.

bf!yuta x gn!reader

two young teens that's always seen together, sharing a wholehearted laugh while holding each other.

always there to cheer up the another whenever one feels down, to hold each other wherever and whenever needed.

two teens that are always together through thick and thin.

that's how people from the outside view the two of you as a young couple. a young couple that perfectly embodies innocent, sweet, and pure love that they didn't get to experience but with you two, they can feel the overflowing love.

all those are nothing but facts, however, happiness doesn't last forever.

you and yuta have to go through some obstacles in your relationship but unlike others, the two of you always find a way to get through it.

being in a relationship doesn't always equate to happiness, it's also not every day you love each other more than yesterday, there will be a moment wherein one will eventually fall out of love.

unlike other couples, you especially yuta refuse to let go of each other. your relationship is always filled with "we can work this out" and "i'm never letting you go."

desperately clinging to each other afraid of letting go, always thinking of anything and every possible way to stay by the other's side.

reminiscing the happy memories and the unpleasant. relieving and forgiving one another. trying to grow and build the relationship stronger.

you don't know how you two came to this, how it feels right doing when you’re with him. how it suddenly became your thing as a couple, a routine if you may. slow dancing while the song softly plays in the background.

sounds sweet right? lovely even, seeing a couple holding each other close.

yuta hums the lyrics pulling you closer, not getting enough of you. the action makes you giggle resting your cheek against his chest, relaxing after hearing his steady heartbeat.

you remember back when this routine started, it was that day when you felt helpless.

the day which both of you chose to forget. it was a nightmare, he wishes would not happen, you were falling out of love.

but he can’t push it at the back of his head, he still remembers that day like it was yesterday.

the way your lips tremble as you rub your hands together, afraid of letting out the words.

too afraid to face him, too afraid to admit, too afraid to leave his side, and too afraid to think about not having his presence near you.

yuta gently puts down his phone, the song ulap by rob deniel softly playing in the background as you tell him what you're feeling.

his heart feels like it's being squeeze with bare hands hearing the tremble of your voice with every word you utter.

he still remembers the exact words you told him, "yuta, i don't feel the same anymore."

you sigh, frustrated not with him but with yourself, for feeling this way. you don't want this feeling, you want him.

"i feel nothing whenever we're together... the sparks aren't there anymore, yuta. it's not the same" you let out the last words breathless, not wanting to believe your own words. yuta is in the same boat as you, refusing to believe his own two ears.

both of you are afraid of what will happen next, will this be the end?

will all of your moments shared together coming to an end? will this be the last time the two of you hold each other close? no more creating fond memories with one another?

'isasayaw ka sa ulap, hindi hahayaang mahulog nang tuluyan'

translation: 'i will dance with you in the clouds, will not let you fall completely'

indeed, just like the lyrics, he won't let you fall, worse, fall out of love with him.

without thinking, he takes your hands and wraps it around his neck, the song continues playing in the background.

"yuta... what?" you look up at him, vision blurry from the tears pooling up.

his hands settles on the curve of your hips pulling you closer to him and holds you close, swaying both your hips gently with the beat.

he rests his chin on your shoulder, eyes closed still hurting from your words earlier.

he hums the song whispering them to your ear, emphasizing the lyrics. the song is perfectly delivering what he's feeling.

he sings it for you and it's like he's the one who wrote the lyrics, felt like he wrote them just for you.

your tense body slowly relaxes under his touch. your eyes fluttering close, basking in the moment, cherishing this moment, taking in all of the man in front of you named okkotsu yuta.

this... this is why you can't get yourself to let go of him. he knows you too well, cares for you, and on top of that, loves you so much.

so much that sometimes he forgets about himself. it's always you before him.

'oh, gusto kang makasama, ako na ang bahala, huwag ka lang mawalay'

translation: 'oh, i want to be with you, i will take care of it, just don't leave me'

that's why, in the end, he is dancing all by himself. his chest tightening with every beat his phone speaker lets out,

'bakit ba nasanay? isip ay nadadamay sa puso'

translation: 'why did i get used to it? the mind has been influenced by heart'

it's always him who's making you smile, always the reason why you're happy. it was still hard seeing you with another person.

maybe he was too full of himself, maybe he was too confident of you not leaving his side, and maybe he took advantage of always having you by his side.

your voice replaying in his head, “I’m never letting you go,” he let out a bitter laugh.

he looks out the window, kind of ironic how this song used to sound so sweet when you were here with him.

he must have been so blinded by love. the song perfectly portrays his current state, just like how it used to perfectly portray his thoughts back then.

'nag-iisa, nakadungaw'

translation: 'alone, looking out'

the singer sings the last words as yuta’s tears kept streaming down, standing there alone embracing the air that used to be you. he whimpers, hurting so much from the inside.

here he is all alone without your warmth, he sniffles shaking his head smiling bitterly.

he’s been drowning in sorrow while you’re probably out there having fun with your new significant other.

for him, everything seems out of place whenever you’re not by his side yet you manage to do everything you used to without him.

he bites his bottom lip as more tears streams down his face.

the way you laughed the day he saw you was like a blessing and curse at the same time.

a blessing because he got to see you laugh after you two parted ways.

a curse because he was not the reason behind those cheerful laughs.

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welldonekhushi · 4 years ago

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To Love An Indian | Tony Stark x Desi!Reader

Summary: The reader is a desi woman who was appointed as an assistant by Tony Stark. How will your relationship with the billionaire genius go?

Warnings: All fluff, used Hindi language! Translations are available.

Word Count: 2,914

The special fact about you was, being an Indian was something common about when you live in a western country.

Mostly migrate to other places for finding a job, same as you. Never believed once in your life, you're going to get a job of an assistant. For a billionaire genius, and a superhero.

Everyone in your family was so happy about it, at least they have expectations that their daughter will finally make her name and earn. Maybe find someone special that you find to be perfect in your life?

Your mom and dad always worked hard for you for a better future and lifestyle. They never been so happier when they found out you were being appointed for a job in America. They felt so successful and proud for making their daughter educated enough to send her further.

Your flight was tomorrow, but the nervousness just kicks inside that how would your interview go. It was actually Tony Stark, the genius, billionaire, playboy and philanthropist. You can't even mess up with him. But, there was one thing which bugged you about, a tingly feeling.

You remember him since the day when the world was saved from the Chitauri invasion, and everyone was celebrating about the victory of heroes. It filled throughout the Indian media, about the new superheroes, named as the Avengers, who fight the inside and outside evils. The moment Iron Man showed on the screen, you were left surprised. You kept staring at the hero saving others and making sure if they're secure.

Mostly! When he opened his mask, and revealed his face, everyone held such shocked faces, like they never knew Iron Man was basically a human inside controlling the suit.

"Lo, hum joh isse robot samaj rahe the, yeh toh insaan nikala!" Your grandmother exclaimed. (Wow, we thought he was robot, but he turned out to be a human?)

"Chodo na, dadi. Hai toh hero, na?" You replied, turning back to the television. (Leave, grandma. At least he's a hero, right?)

But, you kept looking at his face. The way he spoke, the way he actions, and everything. You were lost into the man, that suddenly you revealed your smile, your sister noticing it.

"Didi, kya hogaya?" Your sister broke your contact, making you jerk in an instant. (What's wrong, sis?)

"O-oh, k-kuch nahi. Bas me usse dekh rahi thi, baat karte hue." You stammered, looking back. (Oh, it's nothing. I was just looking at him, talking.)

"Oho, pyaar me toh nahi pad gaye na?" Your sister teased, making you blush. (Oh, are you falling in love, huh?)

"Aree! Pagal toh nahi ho? Of course nahi! Hero hai, respect karti hu." (Hey! Are you crazy? Of course no! He's a hero, and I respect him.)

You did appreciate him, but this kind of respect leading to somewhere else.

It was morning, and the time for your flight. Bidding everyone a heartwarming farewell, hoping to see your family soon again.

"Beta araam se jaana. Maine tere liye bahut saari kheer banayi hai. Kha lena agar bhuk lagi toh, thik hai?" (Dear, go easy while you leave. I made lots of pudding for you, so eat it if you feel hungry, alright?)

"Haa maa, ghabrao nahi. Me araam se jaaungi. Ashirvad do bas." You kneeled down to take blessing from your mom and dad, them giving it back. (Yes, mom don't worry. I'll go easy, just give me your blessing.)

"Khush raho, beti. Kaam karna aur naam roshan karna." Your father removed his spectacles, crying tears for her daughter leaving. (Be happy, my daughter. Work hard and make your name bright.)

You hugged your dad, weeping because he wasn't ready to accept the fact you were now leaving him for a long time. After breaking the hug, you wiped his tears, giving him confidence.

Stepping in the taxi, you bid them goodbye, waving your hand and leaving for the airport.

Your new life now began, the moment you entered America. Landing, you then stayed in the hotel for the night, tired and exhausted. But, along that you wanted to remember your lines, so you quickly revise and go to sleep. In the morning, you hurriedly reach Stark Tower for the interview, since the time was running a bit fast.

Entering in the huge interior, looking at a lot of people working in. It did made your nervousness kick in again, but behaved like a strong woman, just wanting to complete the interview as a badass.

You reached the receptionist. "Excuse me, can you tell me where will Mr. Stark take the interview?"

"Oh, on the 15th floor, meeting rooms."

"Thank you." You smiled, reaching the elevator and waiting for the floor to arrive. Checking your watch, you were two minutes late, but hoping they'll just manage. Entering the room, feeling the slight cold air hitting your skin. It seemed empty, but hoped he was waiting for a while.

"Uhm, Mr. Stark?" You called out.

"Come in, Miss (L/N)." A deep, masculine voice filled through the room, knowing someone was actually in. Stepping inside, and closing the door, you seat yourself, trying to hide away your nervousness. It seemed you were slowly forgetting your lines but, being a strong woman is your passion right? Who even can—

The moment the chair turned around towards your direction, you lost it. It looks like you totally forgot the lines now.

Because Tony Stark just faced in front of you.

Did you just, blush? No, it might be embarassment. But, he too stared at you for a while. It was like an awkward staring contest, but remembering you were here for an interview, you brought yourself back.

"Good morning, Mr. Stark. Sorry for being so late." You wipe off the flick of hair on your face.

"It's okay. At least you were on time." He replied, giving a smile. Damn, it was cute.

"So, Miss (L/N). You're from, India right?" He asked, looking at your documents.

"Y-yes! I'm from India, also fully graduated from college."

"What really made you accept this assistant job?" He started asking questions.

"I just don't want to work for money, but I want to find what better I can do while I'm by myself."

"That's everyone's expectations. We should really try something new, and it's a fact of finding your true self."

"Right." You nodded.

"Alright, I have appointed you, congrats." He closed the document and gave a grin.

You widen your eyes. "What? I-I thought you were going to ask more questions..?"

"I don't ask many of them, I know you're capable for everything so, no need." He shrugged.

"W-wow.. I mean, it's way different back there.. haha. What a prick I am." You chuckled.

"You shouldn't actually be uncomfortable or nervous around me, okay? I'll always be available for your problems." He stood up from his chair, and you also too. Offering his hand for a handshake, and you happily accept it.

"Congratulations for the job, Miss (L/N)."

"Aapka bahut, bahut dhanyawad." You accidentally speak in your language, making you cover your mouth in surprise. (Thank you very much.)

He raised his eyebrow in confusion, not sure what you really meant. "Excuse me?" He tilts his head, smirking.

"I-I meant, thank you for accepting me as your assistant, Mr. Stark.. I'm sorry about that." You replied, trying not to fluster from embarassment. But, it didn't seem to make him feel weird, he was like.. more interested?

"No no, it's fine. Accidents happen, but your language is just beautiful. Just tell me whenever you're about to speak Hindi, JARVIS, my AI will help me translate it." He chuckled, and you laugh back.

"Mr. Stark you're so funny." You shook your head and continued to laugh. He sees you smile, which somehow warmed his heart. You might not notice it, but something was being created in between.

And time actually told that, when you both worked together for a long time.

"Please, call me Tony."

✧

Years while working with Stark, you really enjoyed the job. He was a sweet, generous person who will look after you, hoping nothing worse happens. It kind of made you both like good friends, later on. Everytime you looked at him, some strange feelings always attacked you. You can't even guess what it means, but maybe because you really appreciate him.

One day came, when you even noticed about his weaknesses. It made you worry when he never came upstairs to sleep, so after a lot of convincing, he accepted your plead and slept. Even it became more forward, when Tony faced nightmares, and wanted to sleep with someone by his side.

He had been lonely, and it hurts.

His tired face made you want to rub it gently, and relax him to sleep. But, it looks like, you weren't friends anymore.

The way he became more protective and caring throughout your job in his mansion. Like a boyfriend.

But, the question came, does he even love you back, that you're feeling it all?

In the morning, Tony woke up to see the side of the bed empty. Maybe you were up early and started working. He got up and rubbed his hair, went downstairs to get some coffee. While drinking, he suddenly heard someone.. singing?

It didn't seem like an English song. It was foreign.

He could even hear the feminine sound softly, coming from the othe room.

Main tainu samjhawan ki, na tere bina lagda ji,

Tu ki jaane pyaar mera, me karu intezaar tera,

Tu dil tuhiyo jaan meri

Main tainu samjhawan ki, na tere bina lagda ji,

When he slowly entered the room, you were the one singing while cleaning up the documents. Seriously, he never knew you sang so well. It literally made him feel so surprised, by seeing your other talent. He leaned on the door ledge, hearing you sing beautifully without noticing, like he was lost into it.

Everyday, whenever you used to sing this song while working, he secretly saw you and always adored your voice. It just made him fall in love.

On a particular day, he heard you sing the same song again. He stepped in the room, seeing your beautiful face and voice again.

In midway of your song, you turn around and see him on the doorway, and you gasped. "O-oh, Mr. Stark! G-good morning!"

"Good morning." He replied in his groggy, morning voice. "I never knew you sang so well. You never told me you even sing." He chuckled.

"Really..? I uhm, used to sing but, I had different plans.." You rub your hair, looking embarassed.

"But you sing so well.. I'm amazed." He smiled. "Problem is, I didn't understand because, that's a different language. God, I need to take Hindi classes from you, dang. What does it mean?"

You both laughed. "This song.. uhm actually is about, a lover, explaining his.. other lover that, he can't live without her, because they're deeply attached to each other. It's my favorite song, by the way."

"Oh really? You're into romantic songs, it seems." He raised his eyebrow and smirked, finding a seat.

"Yeah but, uhm.. because they show a lot meaning, even after I'm just a single-pringle, haha. Weird isn't it?"

He stared at you for sometime, it wasn't serious, but gentle. "It's not."

You blushed, don't know why but the tone of his voice dragged into it. Both kept staring at each, and had no idea about the surroundings.

You were the one to break through, coming back to reality. "Oh! S-sorry I just got lost.. a while back."

He got up from his chair, and went closer to your direction. Looking at each other's eyes, he found yours the most beautiful. Felt like he can swim in it. Caressing your cheek and rubbing it with his thumb, you started to panic inside, not able to notice what's happening now.

"Y/N.." He said, in a soft voice. "I.. wanted to ask about something."

You gulped, still flustered. "W-what is it?"

He realised something else, and then cleared his throat. ".. can you, teach me Hindi?"

"Huh?" You looked surprised.

"Yeah, I told a very while back, that I will once ask you to teach me Hindi. I'm very interested, can you please?" He flashed a grin. Like, there was no problem for you to teach him your language. It's good to make others know about your culture.

You gave him a nod as a reply, and he became excited. "Thank you, I'll gladly be your student, Miss Y/N."

✧

For weeks, Tony had been taking Hindi classes from you. I swear, it could have been tough for him, but he was just so interested to learn the language. All you know he was just keen so you were teaching him all that. Giving him assignments and worksheets with grammar, you helped him through everything.

"Maine khana khaya.." You said the words, and waited for him to recite back. (I ate my food.)

"Maine khana.. khaya? Did I say it right?" He replied, in a weird way because his American accent was also mixing in between.

"No no, you're going correctly! Now say it again."

"Maine khana khaya." Tony said it properly.

"Good! I'm proud of you. Damn, Tony. You're going good in this language."

"For you, I can do anything, even learning a tough language."

The moment which left you blank again. He still fixed his soft eyes with yours, clearing your throat to break the tension.

"Okay so, do you have any doubts so far?

"Well, uh. I have a doubt, many of them." He rubbed his nose.

"Ask me."

He first rubs his hands nervously, then looks back at you. "How do you say.. love in Hindi?"

"Oh, well.. pyaar." You replied, being straightforward.

"Okay.. now how do we say, you're beautiful in it?"

You felt a tingly feel in your stomach, but still continued. "Tum khoobsurat ho."

He chuckles. "Alright. Now, if I ask my final doubt.. how do I say.. I love you?"

You gasped. Did he really mean it? Clenching your pen, you became nervous.

"Tell me, my love. I want to know about it."

".. me tumse pyaar karta hu."

"Yes, that is what I wanted to hear." He skids closer to you, growing close to your face.

"Mujhe tumse pyaar hai." He said, properly in Hindi. You felt like to explode. Tony Stark.. loves you?

Suddenly, he gets up from the couch, offering his hand. You grab it and get up, till a familiar song plays in the room.

Tony grabbed your waist from one arm and your hand from the other, swifting to the movements as if they're dancing.

He started singing the song, when the verse began.

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"Main tainu samjhawan ki, na tere bina lagda ji.." He sang the line so perfectly. You were just shocked and surprised. Both were dancing like a couple on stage.

Main tainu samjhawan ki, na tere bina lagda ji..

Tu ki jaane pyaar mera, me karu intezaar tera,

Tu dil tuhiyo jaan meri

Main tainu samjhawan ki, na tere bina lagda ji..

While he was singing your favorite song, you were about to burst in tears. You never believed it. The billionaire genius, actually loved you this whole time. Happily resting your head on his chest, he continued to dance while holding you close. When the song finished, he still saw the tears in your eyes.

"D-did you wanted to learn Hindi.. b-because of all this?" Your voice cracked.

"Yes, my love. Just for you. I have to tell this but.. I fell in love the moment I saw you for the first time. Your smile, laugh, voice, behavior, eyes.. and your.."

"And your.. what?"

He sighed, and then leaned to close the gap between your lips. The kiss was sweet yet passionate, like he waited for this moment.

He pulled off for air, both of your gazes neutrally looking. "I'm surprised that I fell in love with an Indian, like you. But, you're pretty, no matter what nationality you belong to. You changed my life Y/N. Trust me, the way you took care of, pampered, and worried for me.. I can never forget that. I really love you for that, my love. And I want to spend the rest of my life with you.. d-do you accept me as your boyfriend?"

You started to sob, clenching his shirt tight. Maybe she wasn't happy about it. "L-look, if you don't accept, it's okay.. you deserve. Alot better than—"

"Yes, yes and a million times yes!" You said excitedly, and he sighs in relief. "Did you like.. learn the entire song?"

"Yeah, I even did take help from JARVIS for the translation, also from your teachings, never forgetting that." He winked.

"Oh god.." You laughed.

"But come on, you didn't like it? Tell me!"

"I did, Tony. And I want to thank you for it, a lot."

He gently wipes off your tears, and kisses your forehead. "Now, do you want to celebrate for our engagement?"

"Like where, Mr. Stark?" You said, flirtatiously.

He darkens his eyes, and picks you in the bridal style. "Right in our shared bedroom, sweetheart." He takes you in the room while giggling, shutting the door from inside.

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Hi, thank you all so much for running this blog--I was hoping I could get your feedback on a Jewish MC. The crux of my question is whether I, a gentile, would be out of line depicting her experiencing internalized discrimination from her own father (who in my first draft was Catholic, but I think that will be changing to a TBD protestant denomination).

The backstory I have for her right now is that her mother is Jewish and places great value on the history and culture of being Jewish, but is not a particularly religious person. Her daughter refers to her as having sometimes attended events at a local reform synagogue and making note of the high holidays but she is, overall, not someone with strict religious observances of any kind, and for a long time she and her husband (raised Christian but deeply agnostic) raise their daughter on the idea that it's important to understand where she and her family come from but that how she ultimately pursues faith--whatever that faith may be--is up to her. Both parents introduce her to the stories and lessons they grew up with but don't pressure her to attend religious events, etc. unless she has a personal, independent interest in doing so. For the first 16 or so years of her life this is how she's raised and her family is stable and her parents seem deeply in love. So far beta readers from households with one Jewish and one Christian parent have told me this backstory seems fine to them, though I welcome any feedback you have, too.

What I'm most concerned about, though, is when she's a teen and her parents divorce. Right now I have the reason for their divorce as being that they fell out because her dad becomes a bit of a Christian zelot and becomes less and less respectful of his wife's religion and background as he gets deeper into this mindset. The reason he becomes like that is essentially that when 9/11 happens MCs mother, who grew up with the story of how her grandparents fled from the Soviet Union because of religious discrimination under Stalin, only narrowly managing to immigrate as far as the US before the breakout of WWII, powerfully empathizes with the people suffering from the horrible rise of Islamophobia we saw in 2001-2002. Her husband, on the other hand, does what I saw a lot of people in my family and community do and becomes increasingly religiously conservative as a reaction the percieved "threat" of the Islamic world. (This is all clearly identified in the book as his being in the wrong.) One of the ways this manifests is that he starts pressuring his daughter, the MC, to attend church services with him and become Christian. His rationale is that he just wants what's best for his daughter--to be "saved."

MC's mother has no tolerance for that crap, as she shouldn't, so they fight quite a bit going forward and eventually separate. Mom gets custody of the MC.

While her father never says anything openly antisemitic--implying those ideas but never stating them explicitly--he does respond to 16 yr. old MC basically asking him if he would still love her if she pursued her mom's faith by saying some bullshit along the lines of "well honey I just love you and want the best for you," as his answer. She never says to him that she's cutting him out, but after this moment she's never close to her father again and by the time the main narrative takes place 10 years later, she hasn't spoken to him since she was 21.

This backstory helps build a foundation for a lot of themes for the MC in terms of different ways alienation manifests in her life, how she trusts, and what we can and cannot forgive our parents for, so I like it from a narrative standpoint, but I would deeply appreciate your feedback on whether writing this kind of experience for a Jewish character is inappropriate for me to be doing. And, if not, do you have any suggestions on ways to modify this backstory, or would you recommend scrapping it entirely? Thank you so much.

Interfaith family broken up when Dad becomes a jerk and a bigot

A difficult situation definitely but I don’t have a problem with the setup. If this isn’t based on your own observations, it’s probably a good idea to get a beta reader with experience around bigots of the same stripe as Dad to make sure the awful stuff Dad says uses word choices and ideas that feel authentic. If that IS your experience I am so very sorry and I hope you have other wonderful people in your life to make up for it.

--Shira This seems very well planned, and thought out. It's also very real, and will be an emotional read I'm sure. As long as your character isn't forced to give up her Jewishness because of her father, and provided that you are careful during fight scenes between the parents earlier in the work (to ensure that the mom doesn't end up seeming like the Shrill Jewish Woman stereotype), I think you are on solid ground. Good luck!

--Dierdra

Also, I just caught that you said "internalized discrimination" from her dad -- that's not what internalized discrimination means. Internalized discrimination is when someone is feeling negatively about their own group, because they've absorbed bigoted ideas from outside. Discrimination from someone who isn't yourself isn't called “internalized” even when it comes from someone as close as a parent. But that's just a little language correction.

--Shira

Oh no, this backstory is so sad! I hope your MC has a happy ending with some very mutually supportive relationships.

I agree that this shouldn't be a problem as long as you take care to avoid stereotypes on a more micro level in specific scenes. As for the overall idea, nothing jumping out at me. You've clearly put so much effort into creating a believable background for your character and its influence on her current psyche - that gives me confidence that you will write humanised characters rather than falling back on tropes!

Also, don't know if you knew this but something to note with interfaith families: if MC's mother is Jewish, she is a Jew in Jewish law. It doesn't matter what she believes or practises or how she was brought up. (I don't say this to invalidate patrilineal Jews or oppose anyone self-identifying the way they want, but just halachically. You should be aware that many more religious Jews will consider her that way.)

Good luck with your story! I would read this 😌

--Shoshi

#writingstellar #Jewish #Jewish Women #antisemitism #interfaith #interfaith relationships #family #asks

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i-will-physically-fight-you · 3 years ago

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hello! I'm pretty new to writing, i wanted to work on this novel but just planning it was taking too long and i wanted instant gratification of some sort so i decided to write a fanfic. i thought it'd be fun and would help me warm up before i actually start on the novel. so now the thing is, this fic has taken a lot of my energy and time which is fine considering a) i knew that would be the case specially because it's my first time writing something and b) I'm having fun with the process! but still, i guess, i just needed some reassurance from someone who's better at this than i am. i wanted to know if you ever get more efficient at writing? and does it feel awesome when you finish something? and do your newer works feel more polished than the older ones? the answers to all these questions might be too obvious but i just need a pep talk ig haha. don't feel pressured to reply btw, it's really not that important, I'll be fine!

Hi! I kinda ended up writing up an essay so uhh, yeah.

TLDR:

Fanfic is a Great Place to Start as a Writer!

Don't be afraid to ask a friend if they'd be willing to be your beta or even just willing to bounce ideas off with

Efficiency comes with time and experimentation and it's a matter of finding what works for you

A brief explanation of what I've been currently doing for my outlines/notes

Yes finishing a piece of writing feels AWESOME

Absolutely you will see signs of progress from your early works to your most recent works and you will cringe at your older works

For more in-depth explanation, click "Keeping reading"!

I'd like to say I think it's awesome that you chose to get your feet wet with fanfiction. I'm a firm believer that fanfiction can be a great way for newer writers to build up their confidence and experience in writing.

I've talked before how I think AUs are a great jumping off point from fanfiction to original fiction. It allows you to start with a base for characters and their relationships to one another and then from there you can expand upon it and make it your own. Take my fics Crescent/Gibbous for example. There's obvious intentional connections to Sanders Sides in that AU, but I could easily tweak several things and make it completely original if I wanted to.

By posting and sharing fanfiction, it also allows you a chance to see readers' comments on your works and let you know if readers are able to understand where the plot is going. Sometimes readers have better ideas than you.

If you have a friend who is willing, having them beta for you and let you know if there's any grammar/plot issues before you post a fic is also extremely beneficial. Or just finding someone willing to bounce off ideas. God, I love just discussing plot ideas with people. I have had so many plot ideas for fics that no one except @theeternalspace knows about.

I wouldn't get too worried if writing your fanfiction is taking too much time and energy, because as you said it is your first time writing and--well, writing takes a lot of time and energy no matter your level of experience.

Especially since it's your first writing project, I would definitely see it as an investment to get practice and become better through the experience. You can't run a marathon if you don't even know how to run in the first place. You shouldn't sign up a few months before a marathon if that's the case. You should learn to run and work your way up to a marathon by running shorter distance races.

In terms of efficiency, yes you will get more efficient. But it also takes time and experimentation to figure how you get more efficient. Are you a pantser? Do you find it easy to write without an outline and write by the seat of your pants? Are you a plotter who finds it easier to write when you have an outline? Personally, I'm a bit of both.

But honestly? The first time you write anything, as long as you have a general premise, just word-vomit it. If you get stuck, make a brief outline or ask a friend to play rubber duck to you and try discussing it with them.

When you get to the point that a project is starting to get massive, that's when you need to start at least writing down notes if not a rough outline just to make sure you remember everything, because you will forget things.

For example, I've been feeling overwhelmed with my current big writing project, so I wanted to find a more efficient way to keep anything straight in my head.

This is what I've come up with

Step 1, just word-vomit a list of everything important and essential to the plot (characters, events, etc), then assign colors to like-minded things.

Step 2, Divide Color-Coordinated into Groups:

Brief explanation of Groups:

Foundation Blocks of the World: What are essential worldbuilding that is Important to the story? What events happened prior to the story that impact the world and how characters act due to social norms as result to it?

The Ambiance [Back Story]: What personal past events impact the current story? How important are these events that relate to the characters that affect how they act in the present?

The Stage: What is the various settings the story takes place in? How does the environment affect the characters?

Key Ingredients [Actions/Objects]: What are some key things in the present that affect the characters? This can be either an object of some importance, or an action caused by the protagonist or to the protagonist.

Lastly, Characters. Who are they and what importance do they hold?

Step 3, dive deeper than each individual item in a group if need be, writing a brief bullet point of key aspects of said-item.

Step 4, write brief bullet-points for Chapter outlines, possibly just doing it chapter by chapter. Once you finish one chapter, write a short outline for the next.

(Shown below, part of Gibbous Chapter 9 Outline)

How well you write true to the outline will vary, but even if you go off your original outline, having a blueprint can help you at least get started.

If you're feel very overwhelmed by what I just showed you--that's completely okay. As I've said, different things work for different people and especially as a new writer, I would research and experiment a bit to find what works for you. I didn't start off doing outlines or taking as extensive notes as this, I just wrote.

In the end, as long as you're writing--that's effective in and of itself.

Does it feel awesome to finish something? Absolutely 100%. If you're curious why as a writer I publish more short-form works than long-form works it's A. Fastest to write and B. I adore the endorphin rush of finishing a story. Maybe it's the ADHD in me but I can find longer works harder to finish because even if I finish a chapter, I haven't finished the whole story and so that payoff is further and further off from arriving.

Do my newer works feel more polished than my older works? Yes, absolutely. Like with any skill, you only improve the more you work at it. I'll show you a few examples.

2018:

He skidded around a corner, the scent leading him to the entrance of a winding, dark alleyway. There lay a sight that angered him. A large burly human held a gun against a smaller one, who shook badly from terror.

Patton let out a low growl, too upset to say anything intelligible. His claws came out as he launched himself at the mugger, tearing him away from the small human. A shot rang out from his gun, and Patton could only hope it didn’t hit the human on the ground. The mugger attempted pointing his gun towards Patton, but he ripped the weapon out of his hand and onto the ground.

The mugger made a frantic scramble after it, but Patton pinned him to the ground. He sunk his claws into the man, and only let go when the man went limp.

2020:

He skidded around a corner, the scent leading him to the entrance of a winding, dark alleyway.

“Five,” Patton’s ears picked up a voice.

“Four,” They were counting down, like a human child would during a game of hide-and-seek. Perhaps Patton mistook the fear scent for something far more innocuous?

“Three,” There! There were two figures in the shadows. Something a human might miss but certainly not Patton. The larger one aggressively loomed over the other, a flash of silver in their hand; a gun.

“Two,” The little one shook terribly, the fear clearly emanating from them. This wasn’t a game, this was something far more insidious. This was a human out for senseless slaughter and the smaller one had been their unsuspecting victim. Patton’s heart burned with rage.

“One,” It all happened too fast. Patton was certain he growled, unable to say anything intelligible in his anger. He didn’t know how he’d tackled the aggressor from fifteen feet away within a second. All he knew was that there was a loud bang and then he’d pinned the man to the ground, the ends of his fingernails already transformed into gruesome claws.

A scream tore through the would-be murderer, fear now radiating from them as well. A predator now turned prey.

The man made a frantic attempt to snatch up his gun, but Patton kicked it away with a snarl.

“Please–” The man wheezed out, barely audible to even Patton’s ears.

Patton didn’t like harming others. It brought him physical pain to know when his actions wrought anguish onto others. But he was also a wolf and wolves did not take lightly to rabid wolves. They did not entertain them, let them fester and infect the pack. They disposed of them.

So with these instincts howling in his ears, he opened his jaw up wide and sunk his sharpened teeth into the man’s neck. There was a muffled scream and then the man went limp beneath him.

Or perhaps the most dramatic example:

2011:

James and Evan Walked when suddenly a Scream was heard, a Lion/monster was running towards them, James Galloped but it was clear that they aren’t going to outran it, Only outsmart it thought James but they were trapped, they were ran into a Rocky Wall the monster was Slowly approached them in a staking position, it appeared to be more like a Dragon although it was weird that it wasn’t using its wings, it was looking like it was going to use its fire now almost time, Evan got off James and Looked though the Saddle bags, Bagels, First Aid, Blankets, where’s a light saver when you need one? He thought, he Felt weird he saw his skin it turned to scales, he grew bigger until he was a Dragon, James looked in Shock at Evan, Evan was in Shock too but no time for just standing there, time for Fighting, Evan Let out big Flames of fire on the Lion-Dragon, but the Dragon was also Throwing Flames and damaged Evan with them, Evan knew he and James would die if he didn’t think of something next, but he couldn’t think of anything!

2021:

He was a boy once. A human boy. A boy with bright eyes and a crooked grin. A boy who clung to his mother’s legs as he begged and pleaded for her mercy.

“Please, I’ll be good! I won’t do it any more!” He had cried, but it was a lie. Because he told her that before, and yet did it again. Again and again, his body morphing and shaping into new forms against his will. His mother didn’t like that. She screamed at him, whacking him aside with a broom.

“Get out of my son, demon, get out!”

“Please–please–” He tried, choking as his words became shriller and shrillier. He felt that bad hurt again, tearing away at his entire being. His ears twitched funny and long white strands poked from his cheeks. Soft grey hair enveloped his being and with a compressed pop he was human no more. Just a very squeaky, terrified rat in the warpath of a woman he once called mother.

She was so tall, his little neck strained to look into those eyes made of stone, her lips curving down towards him as she raised the broom once more. He let out an inhuman squeak, his little heart battering away as he dashed into the tall thickets. She cursed and stomped after him, but she did not ever find him.

After that, he was human no more. He couldn’t afford to be human, to be anything than what he currently was. If he was a rat, he was a rat through and through. He chewed up things to keep his teeth worn and burrowed into places safe from predators. He did not think of boyish things like jumping in puddles after a rainy day or building a makeshift fort.

He cannot control what form he takes. The warning he receives comes from the billowing pain that seeps in, his bones cracking and breaking to form anew. Some shifts are worse than others.

Anyways, please let me know if this was helpful and I wish you the best of luck in your writing endeavors!

#kat answers #anon #writing woes #writing #just to let you know i take -10 points of damage every time I look at my extremely old writing and that is Normal.

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