#and my liked songs playlist has over 3000 songs in it

[fierykitten2]

On Sunday when I was on the train home (the one between St Erth and Reading) I modified the Only The Best playlist (you know the one with over 3000 songs) so there were more Bon Jovi songs on it (so I can keep You Give Love a Bad Name and Livin On A Prayer without them being out of place) and also to add the non-live version of New Perspective (Apple Music doesn’t list the album under Panic! at the Disco so I accidentally forgot to add it. I still had the live version in just because I discovered the song through its live version. That and the live demos from The Black Parade are the only songs I’m allowing to get past my “no live songs” rule) and made two new playlists - one called Death 2.0 consists of my previous Death playlist (all the songs from The Black Parade (including the B-Sides but not Blood or any of the demos) and Ride the Lightning) plus all the songs from British Steel (and I’ve now warmed up to Red White and Blue plus listened to Steeler a few more times. Three to be exact. I was surprised too but it’s actually a really cool song) and the other is called The best of all and it contains my favourite song from each of the 12 bands represented on Only The Best

Ranking the songs based on how much they belong in this playlist:

Definitely - New Perspective, Fight ‘Em ‘Til You Can’t, The Mob Rules (this is coming from someone who previously said Sabbath Bloody Sabbath was their favourite Black Sabbath song and today has listened to the original version, Anthrax’s cover and Bruce Dickinson and Godspeed’s cover about four times each without listening to The Mob Rules at all today. Unless singing it while walking around a tree in the park waiting for a friend to show up so we could grab lunch at the café counts (I’m so happy I have my appetite back. I managed a full pizza with the crusts. Last two times I went there I only managed two or three (out of six) slices and didn’t manage the crusts))

Literally been my favourite song at some point in time - Famous Last Words, Ride the Lightning, Breaking the Law (the day I got into Judas Priest I listened to BtL 15 and a half times. It’s a very good song)

I think there are multiple I couldn’t really choose between but these ones feel like they fit the best - Love From The Other Side (Novocaine?), Semi-Automatic (Migraine or Ode To Sleep?), New World Order (Elysian Fields?)

Same as above but the radio version exists so for that reason I’ll give it a bonus point - The Wicker Man

You know I might actually be able to fairly pick a favourite song from this band if I actually bothered to listen to more than three or four songs - Blood Red (okay I would love to get into really dark music but turned out Slayer was just a bit too dark for me. The other Slayer songs I’ve warmed up to are Mandatory Suicide, Expendable Youth and Chemical Warfare), You Give Love a Bad Name (yeah this one’s not really fair because I wasn’t really actively listening to Bon Jovi in the same way I was for everything else here. Megadeth on the other hand has had two chances (while everything else except Bon Jovi only got one). The other Bon Jovi songs I’ve warmed up to are Livin’ On A Prayer and Bad Medicine)

[etourvol]

Hey, stumbled upon your youtube channel a while back, and i have to say that i LOVE your art- and music taste! I'd never heard Owen Wilson's music before and I love it, and 'Staring At The Sun' was genuinely so beautiful (and obscure) that I have to ask if you have a spotify or playlists of some sort? If not, perhaps music recommendations, especially songs similar to Staring At? Love your work!

Thanks! My main Spotify playlist is currently over a decade old, almost 3000 songs long, and is completely unorganized by genre, so I'm not sure I would recommend that... but here it is anyways if you're feeling bold. I have a much more condensed playlist of some all-time favorites that needs to be updated but should suffice.

Here's a few select recommendations of other artists I like that I think are similar-ish to Staring At The Sun (criteria: indie rock, "darker" feeling instrumentation)... this was tough I feel like TV On The Radio has a really unique sound. I grouped this by artist and included a few songs I like from each artist in the parentheses, but bolded the ones that you'd probably like most since this got long.

TV On The Radio (Wolf Like Me, DLZ, Mercy)

Bloc Party (The Prayer, The Pioneers, This Modern Love)

White Lies (There Goes Our Love Again, From The Stars, Big TV)

Interpol (Evil, Pioneer to the Falls)

Baths (Earth Death)

Everything Everything (Duet, To The Blade)

Stereolab (Tempter, Super-Electric)

The New Pornographers (Whiteout Conditions)

White Sea (It Will End in Disaster, Prague)

The Strokes (What Ever Happened?, Reptilia, Ode to the Mets)

You mentioned liking Owen Pallett too (at least that's what I think was meant by Owen Wilson LOL). If you like their music, I'd recommend Patrick Wolf and Sufjan Stevens. That is a whole other recommendations rabbit hole I can go down. Thank you for the compliment and the ask, I love to talk about music (evidently!) @rorylow

[zerolostwalks]

⭐️

Hey Bethany!!! Thanks for the ask!! ^_^

So since no fic was specified, I decided to yell about A Matter of Time. (It's kind of all over the place, so if you haven't read it yet, it may be spoilery?? I will try to keep the commentary restricted to up to Chapter 9)

So to start with I know I said it in one of the Author's notes but each chapter has an associated vibe song, the thing is I honestly don't know WHEN that started to happen. . .like it was very accidental. I was messing with the playlist I had at the time and I noticed that each song I'd had so far(it wasn't that many at the time) each fit a specific chapter really really well. In fact, so far, with the exception of Owl City's When Can I See You Again, every music/musical reference has been accidental/unplanned to some degree.

Chapter 8: Dreaming was actually one of the earliest to be like 80-90% complete. The only bit that wasn't done from the very beginning was the Rosemary conversation(because again, Rosemary accidentally became a bigger thing than was in the original plan/outline) and a good chunk of the conversation with the rest of the band. . .which ended up much shorter than I thought it'd be.

Chapters 4 Bad Bad Breaks and Chapter 9 Our Time is Running Out were both not in the original outline. . .sort of. The bulk of the content of Chapter 4 was outlined however as mentioned in the author's notes Chapter 3 just did not want to end so I eventually made the decision to split it up. Chapter 9 however was not outlined at all, I don't remember when but at some point I realized I had a three month gap in the timeline(which included Reggie's birthday) and that didn't sit well with me. Like the bare bones, very first original plan for this fic was something like 8 chapters at roughly 3000 words each. This is not what ended up happening

I am kind of irritated that I now remember the term "next of kin" because I so would have used that rather than emergency contact. Like seriously at the time of writing that chapter I was staring at my screen going "emergency contact isn't right but what is the right phrase?!" for far too long. 

I also kind of wish I could rewrite some of the early Reggie stuff. Even though I don't know how I would. Mostly because some of the comments make feel like I didn't do as well of a job at making it clear when Reggie actually starts falling in love. (Granted I am also trying to filter through Julie's perspective too) The true catalyst for him actually starting to fall in love (in my perspective) is the pizza apology. Up until that point Julie is a friend, maybe he's a little flirtier with her and maybe she's someone who he could see himself having feelings for. However, (I tried to insinuate this and sort of confirmed it in Chapter 7) Reggie has some serious relationship fears and commitment issues. Like he's probably self-sabotaged a lot of relationships because (at least in this verse) he's terrified that every relationship is doomed to end up like his parents, or more specifically HE is doomed to end up like his parents. 

So like (inny kind of mentioned it in her comment on the chapter) Chapter 5 is awful from Reggie's perspective. Because up until the pizza apology it's like every fear of his is being confirmed but he can't run away because he still needs Julie's help. So yeah mini rant short: Reggie doesn't start actually falling for(or start letting himself fall for) Julie until the pizza apology. 

And finally for this particular commentary I need to make sure I thank @daintyduck99 and give her a really big shout out!! She's been awesome with cheerleading and reading and helping to flesh out areas of the story.

[spiralsta1rcase]

what i'm doing now to hopefully find it, in case it exists, is i've made a copy of my "liked songs" on spotify and delete every single song that doesn't have that sample.. my liked songs playlist has over 3000 songs, a total of 175 hours...

every second of the day i'm either on artfight grind or looking through this playlist. i've gone from 3030 to 2078 really quickly!

lately i've been looking for this song that i know exists but i just can't remember anything other than a clip of a guy talking somewhere in that song. maybe it's a sample, i think. but all i can remember is this man saying something like, "There's not a soul listening to this recording." or something like that. i really can't find it even after asking reddit nerds... and my dad... and my brother... hopefully i find it

[itzvyxen]

My top 100 songs, in order:

Everything Stays- Adventure Time

Coffee- beabadoobee

Wanderer's Lullaby- Adriana Figueroa

Sweet Hibiscus Tea- Penelope Scott

Hello, World- Louie Zong

Sleepsong- Secret Garden, Fiobnuala Gill

Lullaby of Woe- Ashley Serena

UWU- Chevy

Home (Music Box)- Toby Fox

Mr Loverman- Ricky Montgomery

Anxiety Song- Human Petting Zoo

remember me- Christina Perri

Daughter Of The Moon- Adriana Figueroa

Fly Me to the Moon- Annapantsu

Strawberry Blond- Mitski

Bloom- Bonus Track (it's by The Paper Kites)

Undertale (Music Box)- Jayn

Soldier, Poet, King- Jacob Cook

Party Tattoos- dodie

The Monster Underneath Your Bed- Madame Macabre

Memory- Toby Fox

Ghosting- Mother Mother

The Wolven Storm- Karilene

Monster- Besomorph

Like Real People Do- Hozier

Today (I'm Not Okay)- Jess

Escapist- Veebunni

Calling All the Monsters- China Anne McClain

Sex with a Ghost- Teddy Hyde

Featherstone- Dave Volpe

Dragon Lullaby- Dave Volpe

Ready Now- dodie

Must Have Been The Wind- Alec Benjamin

For the Dancing and the Dreaming- Erutan

Song of the Witches- S. J. Tucker

To Be Human- Sia, Labrinth

Pleaser- Wallows

Lemon Boy- Cavetown

Little Lion Man- Mumford & Sons

STAY- BLACKPINK

She- dodie

This Is Home- Cavetiwn

Witch's Rune- S. J. Tucker

Mind Is A Prison- Alec Benjamin

Monster- dodie

Smike- Avril Lavigne

Love Like You (From "Steven Universe")- Lizz Robinett, FFMelodie

The Dragonborn Comes- Skyrim (sung by Erutan)

Sinners- Lauren Aquilina

Coffee Breath- Sofia Mills

White Winter Hymnal- Pentatonix

Candy- Robbie Williams

Circles- Kira, Rachie

Paint- The Paper Kites

Bubbly- Colbie Caillat

you are my sunshine- Christina Perri

King- Lauren Aquilina

To Be Human- MARINA

Welcome to My Life- Simple Plan

Tell Me a Story- Skylar Kergil

Message Man- Twenty One Pilots

Seven Nation Army- Zella Day

Six Feet Apart- Alec Benjamin

Don't Forget- Video Game Music Box

Welcome to Wonderland- Anson Seabra

Would You Be So Kind- dodie

Home- Edith Whiskers

Halcyon- The Paper Kites

Sirens- Hop Along, Queen Ansleis, Frances Quinlan

I'm something Else- SomeThingElseyt

Winter Moon- Erutan

Please Don't Say You Love Me- Gabrielle Aplin

Angel of Small Death and the Codeine Scene- Hozier

To Build A Home- The Cinematic Orchestra, Patrick Watson

A Shitty Gay Song About You- Smoothboi Ezra

The Valley- The Oh Hellos

Constants- Spectral Heart

Talk to Me- Cavetown

Little Game- Benny

Soldier, Poet, King- The Oh Hellos

Curses- The Crane Wives

I Wouldn't Mind- He Is We

Happy Halloween- Junky, Rin Kagamine

Take Me to Church- Jasmine Thompson

Adiemus- Karl Jenkins, Mike Ratledge, Adiemus, Jody K. Jenkins, London Philharmonic Orchestra, Mary Carewe

Falling for U- Peachy!, mxmtoon

Youth- Daughter

Boys Will Be Bugs- Cavetown

The Willow Maid- Erutan

Homeward Bound- Peter Hollens

Everyone Is Gay- A Great Big World

Do It Like A Dude- Jessie J

Daughter- Ryan Cassata

Something That I Want- Grace Potter

Devil Town- Cavetown

I Lived- OneRepublic

The Village- Wrabel

Bruno is Orange- Hop Along, Queen Ansleis, Frances Quinlan

Crazy = Genius- Panic! At The Disco

Truce- Twenty One Pilots

Holy fucking shit this took forever-

[zelda-and-princess-hyrule]

Need to remake my instrumental playlist sometime....

[choccy-hearts]

Some Robotnik/Eggman Headcanons

CW: Fluff, a little suggestive language (use of "daddy")

General:

Having the Eggman logo embroidered on most of your clothing

Having his contact name in your phone being either "Eggy man" or "Robot boyfriend 3000"

Being the only living human allowed to call him "Mr. " because it reminds him you'll be his future Mr./Mrs.

Receiving your own weapons so you can defend yourself "just in case"

Despite having your own bedroom, you sleep in his bed with him every night (that is every night he comes to bed instead of working)

Due to his habit of working through the night, he has a surveillance camera set up to monitor you while you sleep. He allows you to bring any plushies you would like to cuddle, but they MUST be put away during the day in case Sonic and his "rat friends break in and see them"

Riding in the egg pod with him and feeding him french fries as he navigates back home after a fast-food run

Combing his mustache in the morning

Taking naps while sitting on his lap, your head snuggled into his chest as he works at his control panel/desk

Noticing people "disappear mysteriously" after disrespecting you or your relationship behind your back

Being one of the only things that make him crack a non-sadistic smile

Eggman (specifically Boom ver.)

Matching footie pjs

Praising and kissing his arms, clutching on to them when you cuddle

Being allowed to sit on his shoulders

Running around with Cubot and Orbot

Being able to hear his goat scream from across the lair

Laying your head on his chest

Confusing him with your slang and memes - "You're a material what?", "Who put who in the freezer?", "Is it not common knowledge to not pee on the floor?!?!?"

Mombot knitting you and him matching sweaters

Playing Fuzzy Puppies with him

Annoying him alongside Cubot - "If you two don't stop this at once I'll ship you off to China!"

He tries to hide you away from Sonic and his friends

That ultimately fails, however, since you beg Eggman to let you go with him to the village and get out of the lair

Spooky Halloween dates consist of going to haunted houses and end with you comforting him throughout the night

You aren't allowed to participate in battles so you just stay at the lair and watch

You have, on multiple occasions, fooled around with his control system when he's out and you have locked him out several times - "I told you that my work isn't a toy!" *sad puppy dog eyes* "*groan* Ugh, it's alright, Y/N, here's what you have to do..."

You like to garden with him and he lets you pick out any plants/flowers you want to grow yourself

You have to stand on your tippy-toes to hug or kiss him

You like to run up behind him and hug him from behind, surprising him - "*goat scream*"

He enjoys holding you and will sometimes find you in the lair and pick you up, cradling you in his arms

You're so precious to him and he worries you might leave him

"Daddy" *Eggman blushes furiously and his eyes widen*

Robotnik (pre-2nd movie):

He makes you playlists for very specific situations - "Shower Songs", "Delicious Victory", "Date Night in the Forest"

Having Agent Stone run errands for you

Mini fashion shows to show off your outfits for him

He has big sugar daddy energy

He can and will buy you anything you want

You've walked in on him dancing by himself many times

Dates involve his agents following a hundred feet behind to make sure you're safe

He can be a bit distant both emotionally and physically, but don't tag it personally, he just doesn't understand human connection

That being said, when he tells you he loves you he means it every time and has rehearsed saying it so he doesn't mess up

Attending fancy government events and making it impossible for Robotnik to take his eyes off of you

"Hey, who's that cute little thing over there?" "That's Dr. Robotnik's partner" "*gulp*"

Robotnik is willing to help you with your career if you so choose to have one

If you need help with tuition he won't bat an eye

If you say you want to do it yourself and be independent, he'll respect your decision and encourage you

"Daddy" *Robotnik keeps a straight face, grabbing you by the throat and pulling you closer to him*

(sorry if there aren't a lot of Robotnik ones, go read my other headcanon post that's solely Robotnik!)

[loosesodamarble]

Hi! For the fic writers’ ask: 7, 25 & 31 please. Thank you! 😊

Hiya, Acacia! Thank you again for dropping in the inbox~!

Now lemme take those questions off your hands and answer them for you!

..........

7. Do you prefer to read short fics or long fics?

Already answered this but I shall repeat: it's a mix of both! I like the bite-sized goodness of short fics/oneshots. But I do like the rollercoaster of longer fics.

I guess to add more to my answer, I could say that when it comes to writing, I think I'm better at short fics. And by "short" I mean "not extended, multi-chapter fics." Because one of my shorter fics is still ~3000 words...

25. Do you listen to music as you write? If possible, link your writing playlist.

I do~! I listen to J-pop specifically because while I can pick up a few words here and there, often times the beat is too fast for me to catch everything that's being sung. So then I can just focus on the words I'm writing and not the words I'm hearing~!

I don't really have a writing playlist. I just listen to the songs I have on my phone. And I can't share a link because I don't have Spotify... 😅 Never really got into Spotify.

But if you look up YOASOBI or Kenshi Yonezu, then you'll find the kinds of songs I listen to when I write.

31. Of the characters you write for, which is your favorite? Has that choice been swayed at all by your followers/readers’ reactions to certain ones?

Nacht and Morgen. 😳 They are my muses. Also my own oc Josele. (Does this make me self-centered? ... Nah.)

Oh no, my followers have no power over who I write for. They are powerless to stop me from writing more Faust content./lh+j

I did write for Gauche a couple times and that was fun, to write for his rough yet weirdly sensible perspective. (Sensible when he's not on his Marie brainrot./j) And since he and Josele are going to be friends, I think I'll be having fun in the future.

[ginny-chase-shadeslayer]

Percabeth Headcanons to feed my heart and soul

· Percy loves stealing Annabeth’s ice creams. They’ll usually buy two, only to have Percy eat his too fast, and start hinting at wanting Annabeth’s. It usually results in a struggle, with ice cream everywhere.

· They will swear to Hades and back that they despise Chiron’s music, but they secretly love dancing to Sinatra’s “The Way You Look Tonight” in their living room at 3 am.

· Speaking of, it’s now their prom song. Since neither of them went to high school prom (they didn’t care much for the public grind show with people they barely knew), they decided to have their own prom in college.

· In their little apartment, with a playlist of their favorite sappy songs playing from Chiron’s old boombox.

· It was Percy’s impromptu idea really. He saw Annabeth walk out of the shower in a bathrobe, hair wet and flat, and decided he had to dance with her. He hit play, grinned, and reached out his hand, and they spent the rest of the night slow dancing in the filtered streetlight.

· They both agree it was the most romantic date they’ve ever been on.

· Annabeth, for all that she’s good at, is really tone deaf. She cannot sing to save her life, and she found that out the hard way. And she will always be jealous of the fact that Percy’s random offhand serenading sounds perfect, contrary to his belief.

· But she can strum a guitar. To her, playing an instrument is like math, all technical and precise. Also, she just wanted to prove to herself that she could do it.

· But playing the guitar took on a whole new meaning when she was meaninglessly strumming chords and Percy turned that into the most romantically raw rendition of “Can’t Help Falling in Love” that she had ever heard.

· She’d never blushed so hard.

· Except maybe for the time when Chiron Iris messaged Annabeth in the morning, only to find her snuggled up to Percy in bed, the blankets and sheets thankfully covering their naked bodies.

· Chiron cleared his throat and reached out to dissolve the rainbow, but Annabeth woke up and screamed at the sight of her old teacher hovering next to her bed.

· Utterly mortified and desperately trying to cover every inch of her skin with the sheets, she stumbled through the conversation, face getting redder each second.

· All Percy did was laugh at the sight of his flustered girlfriend.

· He figured being around for 3000 years, especially when Zeus was in his heyday, meant Chiron had probably seen his fair share of embarrassing stuff.

· Annabeth isn’t big into PDA, but uses subtle gestures that only he recognizes. When she rubs the hem of his shirt or hooks her finger on his belt loops in the middle of a crowd, it tells him everything she’s thinking, and he smiles.

· Sometimes on the train back from Midtown, when Annabeth starts nodding off, he’ll pull her towards his shoulder and kiss the top of her head.

· And Percy has the BEST sleep shoulder. It’s at the perfect height and has the perfect amount of muscle to cushion her head.

· Plus, he smells good. The ocean and salt and that unidentifiably boy smell that just has her nuzzling closer every time.

· As cliche as it is, Percy absolutely loves seeing Annabeth in his clothes. Especially his varsity jackets. After a long day at work, Annabeth usually showers, and puts on something warm over her pyjamas.

· And Percy feels this rush of possessiveness and pride when he sees her emerge from the bedroom, damp waves framing her face, and JACKSON displayed in big bold letters on her back. It took several impromptu make out sessions before Annabeth understood just why Percy found her that tempting at 6 in evening.

[russianwave]

Hey, I thought I would compile a selection of different resources dedicated to learning the Russian language. Feel free to reblog and add your own

Information about the language

Russian Language on Wikipedia

Russian Language on BBC

Russian Language on Encyclopaedia Britannica 

Russian Language on Real Russia

Books

I have a masterlist of different Russian language textbooks for all levels, as well as general Russian literature and Russian magazines for reading practice. It contains over 60,000 books and over 4,000 magazines

Children’s Books in Russian

Project Gutenberg Free Russian Books

Courses - Note that not all of these courses are free. 

Lingvist (comes with a 2-week free trial, and by far my favourite course)

Duolingo  (Joining with this link automatically adds me as a friend)

Busuu 

I Kinda Like Languages Russian Course

Learn Russian with RT (The audio files no longer work but there’s a lot of great resources that work)

Live Lingua Russian Tutors (Not a course as such, but a way to get a Tutor. You can get a free hour lesson)

Russian for Everyone

Russian for Free 

RussianLessons

Russian Made Easy

Way To Russia 

Russky

Lingodeer

Между нами

MasterRussian

Я говорю по-русски/ I speak Russian

Русский как иностранный: B1+. Russian as a foreign language: B1+

Русский как иностранный: B1+. Часть 2. Russian as a foreign language. B1+. Part 2.

Русский как иностранный B2-1 / Russian As a Foreign Language B2-1

Русский язык как иностранный B2-2 / Russian as a Foreign Language B2-2

A1 Elementary Russian Course with Pushkin Institute

A2 Basic Russian Course with Pushkin Institute

B1 I Certified Russian Course with Pushkin Institute

B2 II Certified Russian Course with Pushkin Institute

C1 III Certified Russian Course with Pushkin Institute

C2 IV Certified Russian Course with Pushkin Institute

Beginner Russian Course / Курс России языка для начинающих

Intermediate Russian Course / Курс России языка среднего уровня

Russian Grammar Course / Курс грамматики России языка

Russian Course for Travelers / Курс России языка для путешественников

From Zero to Fluency Youtube Course

Start Speaking Russian Youtube Course

Russian Reading Youtube Course

Learn Russian Alphabet

Russian (Kazakhstan) Peace Corps Course

FSI Russian Course

Learn Russian

Yes Russian

Polymath

Learnalanguage

Ready Russian

Simplang

Russian Learning Reddit

Learn With Oliver

Memrise is a great resource as it has Memrise courses and user-created courses. These are the official Russian courses if you go through them one by one they amount to approximately 54 hours of content. The thing I like about Memrise is they test you on your pronunciation, and they have lots of videos by Russian native speakers. So it really tests you in all your skills.

Russian 1 by Memrise

Russian 2 by Memrise

Russian 3 by Memrise

Russian 4 by Memrise

Russian 5 by Memrise

Russian 6 by Memrise

Russian 7 by Memrise

These are some unofficial Russian Memrise courses you might like too. Although they tend to not have audio and they don’t have pronunciation tests or native speaker videos, they can still be a good resource.

Learn Basic Russian 

Top 10,000 words part one 

Top 10,000 words part two

Russian Grammar through Exercises

Assimil Russian

New Penguin Russian Course Vocabulary 

Vocabulary resources

Anki

Word Reference

Ba Ba Dum

L-Lingo

Russian Swadesh list

English terms derived from Russian

Wikipedia Russian Topics (Click on different topics then click on different words for their English translation and meaning)

Russian Idioms

Russian Proverbs

Russian Similies

20,000-word Frequency dictionary of the modern Russian language (the Russian National Corpus)

Russian spelling alphabet

Russian Frequency lists/1-1000

Russian Frequency lists/1001-2000

Russian Frequency lists/2001-3000

Russian Frequency lists/3001-4000

Russian Frequency lists/4001-5000

Russian Adjectives - Frequency List

Russian Nouns - Frequency List

Russian Verbs - Frequency List

Russian palindromes

Russian Pronouns

Alpha Dictionary

Dubbed Russian Songs (Russian songs with Russian lyrics alongside transliteration and English translation. They also accept requests)

Clozemaster (I’d say this is more for intermediate-advanced, but beginners might make use of this as well)

Vikida Children’s Encyclopedia (Entirely in Russian)

Russian for Children by Pushkin Institute (Entirely in Russian) This actually contains resources for 5+ to 18+ so it covers a broad range of levels

Slow Russian Podcast

Slow Russian Youtube

Beginning Russian through Film

Amazing Russian Youtube

Bab.La English - Russian Dictionary

Grammar

Grammar Exercises Youtube Playlist

MasterRussian

Online Interactive Grammar 

Learn Russian Grammar Tables

Russian Grammar Youtube

Russificate

Conjugation Tool

Russian Grammar

Russian News Sites

Russia Today (In Russian) / Russia Today (in English) (They also have a whole database of documentaries/shows/films that are in English or Russian. Just click on a show here and it’ll give you the option to watch in English or Russian) 

The Moscow Times (In Russian) / The Moscow Times (In English) (They have free English PDFs of past print publications too)

Tass Russian News Agency (In Russian) / Tass Russian News Agency (In English)

Moskovskij Komsomolets (Московский комсомолец) (only available in Russian)

Komsomolskaya Pravda (Комсомо́льская пра́вда) (only available in Russian)

Izvestia (ɪzˈvʲestʲɪjə) (Only available in Russian)

Rossiyskaya Gazeta (Российская газета) (Only available in Russian)

Kommersant (Коммерса́нтъ) (Only available in Russian)(There is also a UK news website entirely in Russian)

Trud (Tpyд) (Only available in Russian)

Moskovskiye Novosti (Московские новости) (Only available in Russian)

Nezavisimaya Gazeta (Независимая газета) (Only available in Russian)

Novye Izvestia (Новые Известия) (Only available in Russian)

Vedomosti (Ведомости) (Only available in Russian)

Pravda Правда (Only available in Russian)

Delovoy Peterburg Деловой Петербург (Only available in Russian)

RBC daily (Only available in Russian)

Sport Express (Спорт-Экспресс) (Only available in Russian)

Sovetsky Sport (Советский спорт) (Only available in Russian)

Russia Beyond The Headlines (In Russian) / Russia Beyond The Headlines (In English)

Krasnaya Zvezda (Кра́сная звезда́) (Only available in Russian)

Moskovskaya Pravda (Московская правда) (Only available in Russian)

Argumenty i Fakty (Аргументы и факты) (Only available in Russian)

Sovetsky Sakhalin (Советский Сахалин) (Only available in Russian)

Tyumenskaya Oblast Segodnya (Only available in Russian)

Vecherniy Murmansk (Вечерний Мурманск) (Only available in Russian)

Vecherniy Novosibirsk (Вечерний Новосибирск) (Only available in Russian)

Vecherniy Stavropol (Вечерний Ставрополь) (Only available in Russian)

Novaya Gazeta (Новая газета) (Only available in Russian)

Novgorod (Новгород) (Only available in Russian)

Sankt-Peterburgskie Vedomosti (Санкт-Петербургские ведомости) (Only available in Russian)

Literaturnaya Gazeta (Литературная газета) (Only available in Russian)

Parlamentskaia Gazeta (Парламентская газета) (Оnly available in Russian)

Meduza (In Russian) / Meduza (In English)

Please note that sites listed do not equal an endorsement. I don’t know the political background or views of each of these publications. I’m merely compiling a variety I saw through various Russian news lists and search engine results. Content warnings may apply and not all content may be suitable for minors

Listening practice (Note, I may make another masterlist compiling various Russian podcasts and Youtube channels so I’m leaving them out of this section)

LibriVox

Listeningpractice.org

Slavic Languages and Cultures Department, University of Groningen Listen to the Slavic languages

Audio Lingua

Learn Russian with Peppa Pig

Forvo

StarMediaEN (Russian shows, documentaries etc with English subtitles)

Russian Films With English Subtitles Youtube Playlist

Alosha (Алёша Попович и Тугарин Змей) Children’s Film

Dobrynya and the Dragon (Добрыня Никитич и Змей Горыныч) Children’s Film

Ilya Muromets and Sparrow the Robber (Илья Муромец и Соловей Разбойник) Children’s film

How Not to Rescue a Princess (Три Богатыря и Шамаханская Царица) Children’s Film

Russian Animation (Mixture of dubbed content and subtitled content)

Киноконцерн "Мосфильм" (Moscow Film, only some of these are subtitled)

фильмы о Холмсе и Ватсоне (Movies about Sherlock Holmes with Russian audio and English subtitles)

Okay, so this list has gotten long enough lol. If you have any resources you feel should be added feel free to reblog and add them or message me and I’ll edit it in. If you have any requests for resource compilations that you want me to do (e.g. compiling Russian podcasts, general Russian websites, Russian YouTubers etc) please let me know. 

[susuwatari-kompeito]

Tag Game!

I was tagged by the wonderful @ahlanzhan!! Thanks for the tag, I enjoyed reading your answers and you know that I’m in love with your url. 

I am tagging: @luo-yiguo @needtherapy @rinielle @linglynz @gusu-emilu

(if you’ve already done this one and don’t want to do it again, please don’t feel pressured to do so!)

Three Relationships:

1. Luo Wenzhou x Fei Du (默读/Silent Reading): Where do I even begin with ZhouDu? They are just....*clutches chest* so amazing. They are my most favorite ship (currently). I love how their relationship provides a space for them to take their masks off and just be with each other. Their relationship is just so down-to-earth and so heartfelt. It is the perfect combination of flirting, angst, fluff, humor, intimacy, conversation, and domesticity. They care for each other so deeply, and in their own ways too. LWZ needed someone he could relax around and take care of, and he found that in Fei Du. FD needed someone who could love all sides of him and also have fun with and he found that in LWZ. I love the way they got together, how it wasn’t love-at-first-sight, and how they needed to get to know each other better and work out some of their misunderstandings. My words don’t do their relationship justice, there’s just a certain essence to them that I can’t really explain. This audio drama extra made me cry in under two minutes. That’s how much I love them haha.

2. Luo Binghe x Shen Qingqiu (Scum Villain’s Self-Saving System): This is a ship that definitely took me by surprise. I didn’t really know what to expect from the novel, but I ended up really loving BingQiu. I think the reason why I really like BingQiu is because of how they love each other so much despite everything that happened between them throughout the story. Especially on Shen Qingqiu’s account. The fact that Luo Binghe loved SQQ even after the Endless Abyss incident. After SQQ betrayed the person who looked up to him. And the fact that SQQ knew about the protagonist’s halo and still put his life on the line to protect LBH. Additionally, because of certain events, SQQ chooses LBH at the end. He didn’t have to, but SQQ chose himself for the entire novel, and decided to (finally) choose LBH at the end. I think that’s pretty cool. 

3. Hua Cheng x Xie Lian (TGCF): I think it can go without saying that HuaLian is the definition of devotion. I like the contrasts in who they are as characters. Xie Lian would do anything to save the world, and Hua Cheng would do anything to save one person. XL is a god of the Heavenly Realm, and Hua Cheng is the Ghost City king. XL has the worst luck, and Hua Cheng is very lucky. But they still make their relationship work. Additionally, I love HuaLian because of their moments. I still lose my mind over the 3000 lanterns at the Lantern Battle, and Hua Cheng kneeling down to reveal he was Wuming. They both love all sides of each other, they saw each other when they are at their worst and at their best. As both of them say to each other, “what matters is you, and not the state of you.” I’ll just leave it at that hehe. 

Last Song

The last song I heard would have been what was playing at the gym, but since I can’t remember I’m going to put my playlist on shuffle and write the first song that plays which is....So Bad by OSN. 

Last Movie

Oh gosh...the last movie I watched was a couple weeks ago called 秘果/Secret Fruit. It was a bit of a strange movie, I wouldn’t really recommend it haha. I only watched it because Chen Feiyu was in it hehe.  

Currently Watching

So I slowed down a lot on my drama watching recently ever since I started giffing more. But currently I am watching Ever Night (cdrama with Chen Feiyu) and Demon Slayer (anime). Both are very good!!

Currently Reading

I just started Sha Po Lang by Priest! I’m only a few chapters in, but I’m already really loving it. I’m also reading this other danmei novel called Fantasy Farm, but its not fully translated yet, so I’m reading as the translated chapters are released.  

[getitinbusan]

Destination: Jungkook

A super soft wedding fic from the Golden Closet Universe and the companion piece to September 1st

mood board & playlist

Happy 24th birthday to the love of my life 💜 I wish I could give you more than words you'll never see.

Nerves always took over your stomach during landing. That,  coupled with the reason for the flight and you were an anxious mess.

The plane had begun its long slow descent, "You look kind of green are you okay?" Your best friend squeezed your hand. 

"It's just...usually Guk does this thing...he sings to me and rubs my neck when we land."

She looked at you and shook her head, "Yeah, I'm not gonna do that."  

You laughed, "I don't think you're taking your maid of honor duties very seriously." 

"Ughh, I can't believe you're getting married before me." She sighed, "It's not fair, Yoongi and I are the ones who introduced you. It should be us." 

You couldn't help the grin that formed on your lips. Sworn to secrecy, she had no idea you'd gone shopping with Yoongi, the ring had been in his pocket for weeks. "It'll be you soon babe, maybe this weekend will inspire him."     

Checking the key card you stopped at 303. Why you couldn't stay in the same room together was beyond you. 

The door was just about to click closed when his running footsteps echoed through the empty hallway. Strong arms wrapped around you and soft lips fell on yours. He did his trademark hum while he kissed you, his happy song for his happy place. 

"I can't believe how much I've missed you."

Pulling him closer you inhaled him in. He was the scent of home that had been lacking for the last four days.

His smile got bigger until his dimples finally showed up, "It's late are you tired?"  He tucked your hair behind your ear, "We've got a pretty big day tomorrow." 

"Can I just enjoy you alone for a few minutes?" 

"Is everything okay?" He sat on the edge of the bed and pulled you onto his lap. 

Nuzzling into his neck you curled into him. "It's so stupid." 

"Tell me," he rubbed circles on your back. 

"I'm happy and I love you so much but I'm terrified and nervous and I haven't been able to talk to you about it because you've been here planning the perfect wedding for me ... and I'm selfish because I just wanted you to hold me and tell me it was all going to be okay."

He sighed in relief, "Of course it's going to be okay," he gently laid a kiss on top of your head. "Don't you know every fairy tale ends with and they lived happily ever after?" 

You couldn't help but smile, Jungkook was such a hopeless romantic. "Why can't we stay in the same room tonight?" 

Changing the mood he tickled you while pulling you back into the bed, "Because it's bad luck, and it would ruin the surprise." 

"We live together, I've seen you naked a million times so unless you've been hiding something really well I don't think I'll be surprised."

Just being back in his arms draped you in a sense of calm. His loud heart beat accompanied by the rise and fall of his steady breath lulled you into a much needed sleep. 

Your eyes crept open and looked at the clock, only 11:43. Laying your head back down you looked at Jungkook snoring peacefully. As much as you longed to keep him here until morning you knew he was superstitious. Leaning in to wake him with a kiss he  smiled and pulled you back against his chest. 

"Hey sleepy head."

He groaned under you as you poked him.

"You'd better get out of my room Jungkook, it's almost midnight."

Sitting up he rubbed his eyes and checked the time, "Shit."

He grabbed your hands in his and walked to the door.

"I guess I'll see you in a few hours?" 

Wrapping your arms around him tightly you really didn't want to let him leave.

"Nothing to be nervous about. You've got a dress right?"

You nodded.

"Then all I need you to do is show up." He kissed your forehead and stepped into the hallway. 

"Jungkook" he turned back, "I'll see you soon." 

You were glad that from the moment your feet hit the floor there was a barrage of things to be done. Mimosa's with a massage, nails, hair, makeup. Jungkook had made sure you wanted for nothing. 

You had no idea what to expect, you'd heard vague phone calls and caught small glimpses when he was planning but he'd really kept you in the dark.

Jungkook loved surprises and to his credit he was tremendously good at them. He wanted you to have a perfect stress free wedding giving you only two tasks,

1. find a dress

2. show up and say I do

The door swung open and your best friend stood grinning from ear to ear. 

"I know I'm your maid of honor but I hate you so much right now," she pouted. "I don't know how anyone will ever top what Jungkook has done for you down there." 

You laughed and it felt good to break the tension. "You specifically mean Yoongi topping it for you? Don't worry he already asked for my help."

Her jaw almost hit the floor. 

"Shit, damnit, I didn't say that! Don't tell him you know, he'll kill me!" 

Dancing around the room she squealed in happiness. "Would you be mad if I asked Jungkook to plan it?" 

"Is it that good? Is he already down there, did you see him?"

She nodded, "Everything is amazing, and he's so happy and he looks so handsome" 

You exhaled deeply, "I guess there's only one thing left to do."

She threw open the door, "Let's go get you married!" 

Sunset in Jeju, there wasn't a more perfect time or place.

Wooden boards lay across the sand leading to the exact spot Jungkook had proposed. There, up the row of candles under the fairy light arch stood the man who would be your husband.

Nothing but him existed beyond that. All you could see was his handsome face and small nervous smile, his hands wringing together to keep from fidgeting and  the reddening of his ears as you got closer. 

Surrendering the bouquet you had to touch him, you needed his hands in yours. Steady and firm, together you grounded each other. 

"Y/N,  People think our story started on a rain soaked camping trip. I don't believe that's true, that's just where it got good. Our story began in the stars,  It's the only possible way to explain how much I already knew I loved you. I promise to fill your life with happiness, love, and blanket forts for as long as you'll let me. Y/N, I love you so much and can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you.

"Jungkook,  Not a day goes by that you don't make me fall in love with you a little more. Not a day that you don't make me laugh or that you make me feel loved, and from here on out there will not be a day that we'll be apart. I can't wait to see what our future holds, and I hope that 50 years from now our grown children will think we're crazy because we're still building forts in our living room.  All that matters in my life is that I get to love you. Jungkook, you'll always be my iron man and I love you 3000." The tears started but he managed a laugh at your private joke.

You swept his tears away with a brush of your thumbs and he kissed you. Husband and wife. 

Everyone was gone. The last goodbye was said and you made your way back to the reception area. 

You stopped to watch him. He was sitting by himself, a smile on his face staring up into the sky. Your husband was so beautiful.

Walking towards him you caught his eye and his face lit up like all the stars in heaven. You held out your hand, "One more dance?" 

He wrapped his arms around you and you swayed together under the night sky. Waves rolled in place of music and the moon shone a personal spotlight down on you.

"Today was perfect Jungkook"

"It's not over," he stopped to lay a sweet kiss on your lips before smiling and taking your hand. 

Walking through the sand he led you to the seaside suite and slid the door open.

"This is the part where I'm supposed to pick you up and carry you inside." 

You couldn't help but laugh, "Are you asking me or warning me?"

"Close your eyes"

"So warning me?"

"Please Y/N."

Sweeping you up he carried you into the room and set you down. 

"Open!"

There in front of you the entire room was draped in white sheets and hanging lights. The bed sat inside the biggest fort you'd ever seen.

In complete awe you turned to look at him, tears in your eyes yet smiling from ear to ear. He knew he did good.

"Jungkook this is amazing!" 

He was so excited to show off.

"And look," he pointed to the tray beside the fireplace. "We've got champagne and all the stuff to make S'mores."

He buzzed around the room pointing out all the little details. 

"Jungkook, you forgot one thing." 

His face fell as he tried to figure out what important thing he'd missed. 

"What did I forget?"

Walking towards him your hands ran down his crisp shirt and undid his belt. 

"The part where you're supposed to make love to your wife for the first time…" 

Waking up to walls of white sunlight while wrapped naked against your husband's warm body you'd never felt more content. His dark hair was wild against the pillow and you couldn't help but stare and wonder how you were chosen to be the luckiest person alive. 

Soft snores let you know he wasn't deep in his sleep and he easily woke when you kissed his swollen lips. 

"Hey," he smiled, "what time is it?" 

Pulling the sheets off it was exactly what you'd hoped to find. Despite the evening's satisfaction his cock stood firm, thick and ambitious. 

"More?" he questioned with a smile.

You nodded while straddling his hips. "Sorry, I guess this is your life now." 

He sat up to wrap his arms tightly around you as you took him in. Bare chests pressed together and the feeling of your hearts beating in unison.

He kissed his way up your neck,  "And what a great life it's going to be." 

[snowdice]

Folds in Paper (Chapter 7: Not Much Has Changed but They Lived Underwater)[Folds in Time Universe]

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Relationships: Janus/Patton, Remus & Roman, eventual Logan/Virgil (maybe more)

Characters:

Main: Janus, Patton, Remus

Appear: Remy, Emile, Virgil, Logan, Roman

Summary: Janus, a disillusioned senior agent working for the Time Preservation Initiative, struggles to find meaning in a world where time travel could change everything about your life’s history in less than a moment. When time distortions start popping up, threatening the timeline and the fabric of reality as he knows it, it becomes a race against the clock to fix the damage before everything unravels. And the problem with time travel… you never how long you have before the clock strikes 12 and your time is up.

With a partner who has more mysteries in his past than Janus had anticipated and an enigmatic free agent time traveler mucking about time always with a clever pun or a time appropriate pet name on his lips, Janus will need to figure out what went wrong with time, and more importantly, how to fix it.

Chapter Summary:  

Stood there with my neighbor called Peter

And a flux capacitor

He told me he built a time machine

Like one in a film I've seen, yeah

He said

“I've been to the year 3000

Not much has changed, but they lived underwater

And your great-great-great-granddaughter

Is doing fine

Doing fine" 

-”Year 3000″ by the Jonas Brothers

(Can you spot all of the horrible, horrible puns and references??)

Notes: Time travel AU, mystery, enemies to lovers, alcohol

This is a fic I’ve been writing on study breaks that you have probably all already seen at this point. I’ve slightly edited it for wording and grammar, but not for content from my previous posts. Feel free to send in asks to direct it because I’m not 100% sure where this is going and you can help decide if you feel so inclined! You can see the process I went through to build this at this link.

I also have a playlist on youtube (because Spotify didn’t have one of the songs I wanted).

AO3 Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

“Him,” was the only thing Janus said before taking off after the figure who had just disappeared into the games area.

“What?” Remus’s voice followed after him. “Janus! What?!”

Janus did not pause, continuing to run after Pat and bounding over two barricades as a shortcut to the protest of some of the workers. Janus cursed when he lost sight of the man for just a moment near the prize table filled with colorful goldfish, but he was able to spot him once again walking into one of the game tents. Janus blasted into the tent after him.

The game taking place in the tent was apparently one where they raced rats, and when Janus entered, Pat was cooing at one of said rats. “Who’s a tiny little squishy precious baby?” he was asking while wiggling his pointer finger at it.

“You,” Janus growled stepping up to him.

Pat turned and tilted his head at Janus with a frown. “Um, me?” he asked, pointing to his chest, all sorts of innocent, but Janus could see a spot of hidden amusement in his eyes.

“Where is it?”

His eyebrows drew together, but it was an act. It was clearly an act! “Where is what?”

“The…” he glanced around at the people surrounding them. They were already getting odd looks. “Thing you just took.”

“I didn’t take anything,” Pat said with a frown.

“Oh, no,” Janus said. “Fool me once, shame on you. Fooling me twice is not an option.”

“I’m sorry sir,” Pat said. “I really don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Bull. Shit.”

Just then, the colorful blob of paint that was Remus jogged into the tent. “What’s going on?” he asked.

“It’s him,” Janus said pointing. “He took it. He has it.”

“I… don’t know what you’re talking about,” Pat said. He looked over to Remus with a confused frown.

Remus looked at Janus. “Are you sure?”

“Yes,” Janus said. “It’s him. It has to be him. He’s the mask guy.”

Remus squinted at Pat. “He is?”

“Whoever you think I am, I’m not. I haven’t worn a mask all night. I just did the face paint,” he pointed to his cheeks.

Remus raised his wrist and his timepiece lit up green. He looked at Janus.

“I lost sight of him for five seconds. He must have stashed it somewhere,” Janus said. He turned on Pat. “Where did you put it?”

“…Are you,” Pat asked, his eyes going back and forth between Janus and Remus, “… the police?”

“We are, actually,” Khalid said as she stepped into the tent. Remus must have called her. She inserted herself between Janus and Pat. “Agent Khalid,” she said, offering a hand with a smile. Pat looked at it in surprise and then smiled back hesitantly as he took it. “Apologizes, one of the big game prizes was stolen by someone matching your description. Would you mind coming down to security for questioning? Just to clear it up.”

“Oh,” Pat said, hesitant. Janus expected him to refuse outright, but then he said. “Uh, sure.”

“Thank you very much, Mr…”

“Jonas,” Pat told her earnestly. “Do I need to be handcuffed?”

“No,” Khalid said. Janus frowned at her, but she ignored him. “It’s just a talk for now.” She gestured to the tent entrance. “Come with us.”

He did without argument, and Remus and Janus followed behind the both of them. Khalid did not lead them back to the base, but to a little spot that said “security” near the center of the event. Remy was already there waiting for them at a desk.

“Remy, would you please take Mr. Jonas to go sit down?” she asked.

“Sure, boss,” Remy said, standing up. He led Pat away.

Khalid turned to Janus and Remus once they were out of earshot. “What is going on?”

“It’s the mask man,” Janus said, “the one from 1923, and my scanner said the time bomb was on the Millenia Bird outside the games entrance, but then it was gone the next second, and I saw him, and then he ran away.”

“So, does he have it on him?”

“No. I lost sight of him, and he must have stored it somewhere, but I know he took it.”

“He’s the man from 1923?” she asked.

“Yes! Remus, that’s him, right? You recognize him.”

“Well,” Remus said thoughtfully. “He was in a mask, and it was dark in the room with the necklace. Other than that, I only really saw his back, and he was wearing pants. Mr. Jonas is wearing a dress, so I can’t really tell if their asses match.”

“Okay, but I was with him for hours. I swear it’s him, and I swear he took it,” Janus just about shouted.

“We’ll question him,” Khalid placated, “and Fred and Lena will keep looking in the meantime.”

“He knows where it is,” Janus insisted. “I swear.”

“Okay,” Khalid said, before leaving to follow where Remy and Pat had gone. She stopped Janus with a hand on his shoulder. “I think Remus and I will do the interrogation.” He opened his mouth to argue. “You know the most about him, so observe from the sidelines and see if he makes any mistakes that indicate you’re right.”

“That’s just to placate me and you know it.”

“Observation’s over there,” she said pointing.

He got a thumbs up from Remus as he walked by, and Janus glared at his back before walking off to the indicated location. He watched as Remus and Khalid entered the room, and Remy left it. Remy joined him in the observation room after leaving and leaned against the wall.

Pat was sitting at a table and watched Remus and Khalid with that same rubbish placid confusion that he had before. “So,” Khalid said, “Mr. Jonas.”

“You can call me Nick,” Pat interrupted.

“Lia,” Khalid replied. He smiled at her happily. “So, are you enjoying your day?” she asked.

“I am!” he replied. “It’s a big day. You only get to see the turn of a millennia once in your life, and so much as changed in the last 1,000 years. I’m a bit disappointed we can’t live under water yet though.”

“Ah, yes,” Khalid said. “Doing anything special for it?”

“Um, not really,” he said. “other than the city block party. I’m going to meet up with my roommates after dinner. Kevin doesn’t like this sort of thing, and Joe couldn’t come.”

“Your roommates,” Khalid said, considering him. “Do you live around here?”

“Uh huh,” Pat replied.

“Do you have any ID?”

“I do, want me to get it?”

“If you wouldn’t mind.”

Pat unzipped one of the bubbles on his waist and handed her a chip. “Clockson, would you mind going out and getting the ID scanner?” she asked, even though her timepiece would be able to read it.

“Ah, shit,” Remy said. “Props. What do those things even look like?” As Remy scrambled to find something that would pass for an ID reader so ‘Nick’ didn’t get suspicious of Khalid using her timepiece, Janus watched the two alone in the room like a hawk.

“I see you’re wearing a dress inspired by the 2770s,” Khalid noted, as Remus came to stand next to him.

“Yeah!” Pat replied. “Joe made it for me. He’s really good at fashion design!”

“Can I see?” she asked.

With a happy smile, he reached over the table to let her get a look of the sleeves. Janus saw her subtly scan the fabric, probably to make sure it was from the 2990s and not actually from the 2770s. Considering she didn’t mention it, Janus assumed it checked out.

Remy came back with some sort of device then and handed it to Remus who saluted and wandered back into the interrogation room. Khalid pretended to scan the ID in her hand. She handed it back to him without comment. “So, you said you live with your roommates: Joe and Kevin?” she asked.

“Yep!” he replied. “We’re practically like brothers.”

“Would you mind calling them?”

“Erm,” he titled his head like he was confused by the question. “Well, like I said, Joe is a bit busy, but I could definitely call Kevin.

“Here,” Khalid said, “use my phone.”

“I have my own,” he said with a frown. He took out a phone which checked out as being from 2998.

“Humor me,” she requested shoving her own phone at him.

“Uh, okay,” Pat agreed. He took the offered 2999 phone and dialed a number on it. Khalid reached over to put it on speaker.

“Hello?” a voice asked after a few seconds.

“Um, hey Kevin, it’s Nick.”

There was a sigh on the other end. “Hello Nick, is something wrong? Why are you calling me from someone else’s phone?”

“I’m fine, I think.” He looked up at Khalid. “Why am I calling him exactly?”

“Hello, I’m Officer Khalid,” Khalid said. “I just wanted to confirm that you are Nick Jonas’s roommate, and he does live in Manaus.”

“Yes, we live together with our other roommate,” the man replied flippantly. “Officer? Is something wrong?”

“I believe there was just a case of mistaken identity,” Khalid said.

“Bullshit there was!” Janus hissed, though she could not hear him.

“No need to worry,” Khalid continued.

“I’m good Kevin,” Pat said.

“Are you absolutely sure?” Kevin asked.

“Don’t be Paranoid, Kevin. I’ll see you Tonight for the New Years Celebration. You know I Live to Party.”

“I am hanging up now,” Kevin said.

“No! Comeback.” The line went dead. Pat handed the device back to Khalid.

She took it and smiled at him. “Give us just a couple of minutes,” she requested. He nodded easily, and she and Remus exited the interrogation room. “I… think we’re done here,” Khalid said.

“No, he’s lying,” Janus insisted, and got a dubious look in return. “I know he is! Remus!”

“The alibi is pretty solid…” Remus said, “and he doesn’t have the bomb on him.”

“Oh, come on,” Janus said. “You can’t say there is nothing fishy going on here.”

Khalid and Remus shared a look. “Janus,” Khalid said. “I respect your intuition. It is usually very good, but you have been a bit intense about the man from the 1920s, and I think that may be blinding you a bit...”

“I am not imagining this!” Janus said. “That’s him and he took it.”

“You only met him once while he was wearing a mask,” Khalid pointed out with a frown, “and you didn’t see him take the bomb, did you?”

“No, but he looked at me and I knew,” Janus argued. They both gave him a skeptical look. “Oh, come on!”

“You know that’s a little weak, Jan,” Remus said.

“Let me talk to him,” Janus requested. “Just give me five minutes to talk with him.”

Khalid raised one eyebrow. “Fine,” she agreed. “You have five minutes, but after that, you have to let it go. We can’t waste any more time.”

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AO3 Part 8 Part 9

[imaginesmai]

Peter Parker - A phone call away

This if fluff. I don’t know why I’m so soft lately. 

Plot: Peter is having a hard time sleeping, and doesn’t know how to tell you. Eventually, someone catches him sleeping on a public place and you find out. The thing is, you love him and Peter should know that you’re always there for him. Even if it’s just by a phone call.

It was a matter of time until Peter fucked up somehow.

He had been huddled over Ned’s phone in the most isolated school washroom, sharing a set of earbuds. They were both running late for second period, but they needed to check out the news everyone at school seemed to be laughing at. On the screen, a local news began on headline ‘Spider-Man or Siesta-Man?”. It was accompanied by a video of Peter, fully clad in his suit and hanging upside-down from a bus shelter on 45th street, snoring dramatically.

About ten seconds into the video, the camera operator yelled something and Peter yelped in surprise, crashing to the ground and gracelessly landing on his head in a heap. He groaned and rolled over dramatically, stumbling to his feet. Peter was about to yell something when the screen went black.

Back in the school, Peter face palmed in embarrassment and slumped to the bathroom floor, sitting with his back to a stall door. Ned quickly shut off the video and crouched in front of his friend, putting a supportive hand on his shoulder.

“I’m dead” Peter whispered, feeling dread filling him. “She’s gonna find out, and I’m – she’s gonna kill me, Ned. She’s gonna rip me limb by –“

“Hey, hey. It’s alright, dude” Ned cut his friend. “It’s just the news of the day. She might not see it. Go do something heroic tonight and you’ll be everyone’s hero tonight.”

“Come on, Ned, she has an alert on my name on the Internet, just like Mr Stark” Peter sighed, knowing it would be very unlikely you hadn’t seen it yet. “She’s gonna have my head”

“Well” Ned swallowed, trying to look for something. “At least she’s your girlfriend? It might make things better”

“That only makes it worse. Honestly, I would prefer Mr Stark”

The words left his mouth without thinking much. He didn’t know which one was worse; if daughter or father. The video of Spiderman wouldn’t be that of a big deal, if it wasn’t because both of the Starks were worried about the thing with the accords and the vigilantes. Still, Peter couldn’t find an inch of fear in his body; he was too tired to care about the consequences, due to the fact that he hadn’t been sleeping for, at least, two weeks. Sure, some naps here and there and sometimes he blinked for too long. But he was still tired, because everytime he closed his eyes, there was something bad waiting for him.

Something bad, as a building collapsing on top of him. Or the vulture killing him in the car. The worst one were when you were with him, in that warehouse. Peter Parker had problems sleeping, but he wasn’t about to accept that.

“Are you sure you’re… okay?” Ned asked, wary. He had noticed how his friend seemed more and more down every day. “This isn’t like you”

“I’m just tired” Peter answered, not having the energy for his usual creatively evasive excuses.

As Ned raised a sceptical eyebrow and opened his mouth to question further, Peter’s phone buzzed, and finally the fear made room in Peter’s mind.

Incoming FaceTime from GORGEOUS Stark

Peter saw the notification and bit his lip. He knew you weren’t in highschool, being home-schooled and all that shit; and from the looks of it, you knew he wasn’t in class, because you were calling him. In his screen stood the photo of Peter and you on the lab, faces full of a thick white foam you had created acting as moustaches. The seconds went by and eventually the photo disappeared, leaving Peter’s dark phone.

Then, it started again.

“Peter! Pick it up!” Ned almost shouted, his voice coming out two octaves higher than usual.

“No” Peter frowned. “If I take it, she will know I’m not in class. And if she finds out? You don’t want to –“

“Peter, seriously. She is going to get more mad if –“

Before Ned could finish his sentence, the phone beeped and the call was forced through, showing your annoyed face on the screen. Behind you, Peter could see you room; so that wasn’t that bad, because your father was still out of sight. Your frown and hard eyes were enough to make Ned step out of sight and Peter to swallow hard.

“Did you just ghosted me?”

“That was rude” Peter tried to joke. “Since when can you do that? I could have been busy”

“Ruder than you ghosting me?” you chuckled humourlessly “Since I have a mess of a boyfriend that can’t stay still”

“I’m in class, darling” Peter whispered, trying to end the call; but he knew better than to hang up on you.

“Really? Because I don’t know much about highschool, but that seems like a bathroom floor” you looked around, and finally settled in Peter.

In a second, Peter relaxed. He saw how your eyes went softer when you took into his tired face. With a vague gesture, he made Ned leave, and Peter was alone in the bathroom. He saw you from the other side moving to your bed, leaving the phone on a pillow while you accommodated in it. From that angle, he could see the AC/DC shit you were wearing; and the spidey pyjamas he had bought you as a joke.

When your face came back into the screen, he could see that you were no longer angry, just concerned. Peter finished to slide against the wall, stretching his legs in front of him and smiling shakily. He didn’t know why, but he wanted to cry.

“You look like shit” you teased.

“I’m fine” Peter said softly. He glanced at the small image of his face on the screen. He was pale against the bathroom wall behind him, his cheeks looked like sunken-in shadows, and the dark purple bags underneath his eyes stuck out like tattoos against his skin.

“Yeah, definitely fine. When was the last time you slept, Parker?”

“Last night”

Technically, he had fallen asleep for a while inside of the bus shelter. He had been listening to the playlist you had made for him the first time you guessed his sleeping problems, called ‘Spidey Lullabies’. Peter had to admit that, even if he had denied listening to it when you made it, he had thanked the stars for having you last night. It was a mix of the songs he loved the most, and if he closed his eyes and let his mind wander, he would almost feel you pressed against his body, hugging his nightmares away.

His dream was short lived when he saw you raising a brow.

“Let me rephrase that. When was the last time you slept somewhere other than inside the bus shelter? In a bed, maybe?”

“So you have seen it?” Peter grimaced in embarrassment.

“You know we have the Google alert. Besides, it’s viral” There was a pregnant pause, before you looked down and Peter felt like the worst human being. “I know I haven’t been paying you much attention. I’m sorry – I’m sorry if this is somehow my fault. Pete, I want you to talk to me. If I have done –“

“No!” Peter interrupted you. He propped himself up from the door, and gripped the phone with both of his hands. “No, Y/N, I promise this is not about it. I – it’s just me, it has nothing to do with you. You’re perfect, and I love you. Please, believe me. You haven’t done anything”

Of all things, Peter would have preferred you to get angry. To yell at him for being so careless and for sleeping in the bus shelter. He would have preferred for you to give him the silent treatment. He didn’t blame you for having a life, for trying to balance your normal life with the superhero one. Your father was Tony Stark, you didn’t need to deal with more shit already.

“Hey” your gentle voice broke him from his thoughts, and he focused once more in you. That time, you were closer to the phone, and had a smile on your face. “It’s okay, it’s none of our faults. I don’t blame you for what happened, we all have our days. I love you 3000, Pete. I’m here for everything, baby”

For some reason, your words hit him harder than before. They were full of worry and love, so full of them, that Peter had to clamp his lips shut tightly, holding back a sob as fat tears began to fill his eyes. The first one spilled down his cheeks as the exhaustion, the memories and the fear made it to him.

He closed his eyes tightly and banged his head hard against the stall behind him. He tried to take in a shaky breath through his nose, because he was not about th blubber on the bathroom floor in front of you. You didn’t seem to mind, so he gave it a try.

“I’m not sleeping” he confessed, his voice low and broken. He didn’t care about how vulnerable. “I can’t – the building, t-the gun… it – everything c-comes back to me. When I… I close my eyes, h-he’s there. And – and, sometimes, you’re th-there too. A-and I, I can’t –“

“You know” you cut Peter off, sensing that if he kept talking in that dirty and small stall he would fall into an anxiety attack. “Thermophysics is actually pretty boring, and I bet you already know everything that can be taught in that hell hole. What do you say if we’re teenagers without responsibilities and, you know, ditch school? I heard Mr Delmar is trying new sandwiches, and it’s a pretty day to try them in Central park”

Peter chuckled wetly at you saying, ‘ditch school’. As the daughter of Tony Stark, believe it or not, you were forced to be extremely responsible and focused. It was the first time you proposed doing something that your mother Pepper wouldn’t approve, so Peter nodded weakly. He didn’t have strength to move out of the bathroom, he just wanted to have you close and hug you. He needed physical attention, and he nodded stronger a second time.

You smiled at him and bit your lower lip. You were pretty. It had been a while since Peter had seen you, too focused on patrolling and not dying out of exhaustion, and you looked to him like an angelical version of yourself.

“I’ll be there in five, I won’t tell my father if you don’t either”

“Promise. I think he would be angrier at me, anyway” Peter cringed when he thought about Tony angry. “Does he, you know, have – uh, seen the –“

“No, don’t worry. He’s locked in the lab, and mom and I took care of it” you winked at him. The phone moved and you were up, the sun on your face. “Give me five to get dressed, I’ll be there in ten. Don’t move, Parker. I’ll be very disappointed if you ghost me for the second time”

“Don’t think of it” Peter sighed, happy. “See you. I, uh, I love you. A lot”

“Me too, Pete. Try not to fall asleep, I’m coming to the rescue”

The phone-call ended, and Peter closed his eyes. He felt a lot better – and tired – than when it started.

True to your word, on the ninth minute you were there. You helped him to get up, washed his hands and face and led him out of the school. You bought some sandwiches and sat on Central Park, on the shadow of a tree. You ate and occasionally talked, Peter just listened until his body naturally gravitated to your side.

Finally, he laid down on your lap, and while you played with his hair and told him about thermophysics and how boring it was, Peter fell asleep. For the three and a half hours that were left from school, Peter slept without nightmares.

How could he have them, when he had his own saviour with him?

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behind the taylor swift gundam was in fact another, smaller gundam: a brief inquiry into the events of june 2020

so back in june this year june and i got together and we made this motherfucker of a story with this motherfucker of a thread to keep track of it all. but you already know that! and i’ve already got one foot and three elbows in my grave, so i’ll spare you the long-winded stuff. you wanna know how i wrote 93,035 words in 4 weeks? i’ll tell you how i wrote 93,035 words in 4 weeks-

-by linking you guys to copies of my planning documents because i feel like those words speak louder than any words i can offer in the present day. these are long documents. but they are also historical artifacts. very interesting. very weird. very, uh, full of cussing. so anyway, here’s

BIG DADDY: THE ORIGINAL PLANNING DOCUMENT

for those, like me, who have no motivation left in life to do anything and rely on summaries from others to acquire new knowledge, it all started with a single line.

prince of a fallen kingdom atsumu tries to kill hinata but falls in love with him instead

june, april something, 2020

with that in mind i tested the concept out with a few paragraphs of text, which you can find at the bottom of the Big Daddy document in the graveyard segment, accidentally sold my soul to the image of hinata with epaulettes, and then worked backwards, structuring an entire plot around two images:

a) hinata getting the shit beat out of him, with snark b) hinata and atsumu dancing in an empty ballroom under the stars

if you want a betrayal, you have to have something worth losing. if you want to fall in love with someone you don’t know, you have to meet them. if you have to meet them, there has to be a reason for that meeting, and so somewhere in between atsumu became a sword instructor and hinata the prince with daddy issues. june and i used this method of glancing anxiously over your shoulder to see what you’d missed to fill out the blanks in the story, after which i tacked up a bunch of post-its, typed out the plot, consulted june, typed out the plot again, and then broke the characters down into a bunch of questions, like ‘what do they want?’ and ‘what do they have?’ and ‘what are they afraid of?’

with the plot more or less ironed out, i decided it was time to start writing, and then i decided that i was actually too scared to start writing after all, so instead i set a couple of timers using classroomtimers.com (15-20 minutes long) and i sat down and i wrote about the world that hinata and atsumu inhabited.

each warm-up was 300-500 words long, and for the first few days, i’d write one before getting into writing the story proper. later these evolved into simply picking a scene from the story and launching straight into it, which became useful for opening those scenes later when i got to them organically.

then i got lazy! so i stopped. but these shitty little exercises were really useful for me because, unfettered by plot, convention, or any kind of tradition hovering over my shoulder, i was able to fuck around loosely enough to realize what i wanted this story to be. it was a very contrived kind of trial-and-error, an exploration of the characters, the story, but most importantly, the tone.

RESEARCH, PLANNING, AND VICTORIAN BOUGIE FASHION

this is a loose map of the castle and Important Locations within it, which i drew up at the start so i could keep track of where everything was and how i could get my characters from point A to point B. i wanted the story to have Some kind of internal logic, you know, even if that logic amounted to ‘a compass would function normally in this world whereas kageyama tobio would not’.

99% of my planning and organizing within those five weeks took place in this lovely dotted cat journal which my sister gave me for my birthday and i repurposed into a metaphorical Diary of Suffering while working on juno. i used it for everything from keeping track of narrative threads to clothing consistency checks, but the main purpose was this: each day at about 10 pm i’d crack open the cat book to a fresh page, stamp the date and the day of suffering at the top, and then write down a list of things i wanted to write, address, or fix today. then i’d sit at my laptop and write like a madman until about 7 in the morning. with breaks, of course, for sitting in the bathroom and staring at the wall and sitting in the kitchen and staring at the wall, but mostly i was writing. and complaining about writing. you were there, you probably remember that.

anyway, here are some pages from the cat book.

aside from the fact that my handwriting is complete shit, you can see that i made zero effort for any of this to be presentable. it was mainly a way for me to keep track of my thoughts because i have the attention span of an ikea wardrobe and tend to forget things as soon as i think of them. the lack of structure also mirrored the way that i went about writing juno. while i did proceed, for the most part, in chronological order, i had a lot of weird and useless revelations during lunch, which by this point was happening around 2 am, and in the 5 minutes before the exhaustion finally hit and carried me down to hell. i changed A Lot. again, to understand exactly how much the story evolved from day one onwards, please consult the big daddy document.

in the meantime, here’s something else.

once june sent over hinata and atsumu’s character designs i sat down like the fucking fool i am and spent 2 hours poring over a document about victorian and other fashion movements of the past so i could assign a noun, adjective, and verb to each element of their outfits. i don’t know why i did this. i certainly could have not, but i attempted to make sense of their ‘fits from a logistical perspective and that went into the cat book too. everything went into the cat book. the cat book is a relic of the past now, stuffed with artifacts such as the birth of oikawa tooru, and also his demise.

MEDIUM DADDY: EDITING, PROOFREADING, AND CREEPY MURDER CATS

i finished writing on june 26th, 2020, approximately a month after i’d first started planning, somewhere around may 27th or 28th. at that point i had about 90,000 words’ worth of story and no sanity left whatsoever, so i took a day-long break to stare at a wall and listen to taylor swift’s enchanted on loop.

and then i made a new document, which you can look at using the link above, and i laid out everything i had to do. i’d discovered a fuck ton of plot inconsistencies and general errors while writing and lying awake in bed at 9 a.m., sleepless in seattle, and now that i was free of the demon egging me towards the first finish line, it was time to Deal with them. i speed-scrolled through the draft, which was 200+ pages compressed into one google doc, because i like to tempt god’s wrath, and fixed up all the plot issues over the course of a few days. this was the fun part.

the actual, hard editing was the extremely un-fun part. i reread the entire thing, paragraph by paragraph, line by damn line, from start to finish, paying especially close attention to awkward phrasing, incomplete dialogue, and moments which had fallen flat in my haste to get on to the next one. this was really fucking terrible. i spent more time lying facedown on the floor than actually editing anything, but after a long time (about a week), that, too was done.

SMALL DADDY: TITLES, SUMMARIES, AND GOOD FUCKING BYES

i spent a good eighty days thinking about the title, though hilariously enough we ended up with something that was a blend of our names. june + elmo = juno, which is, all things considered, pretty perfect, but the process of picking the title was Hell, and i Did Not Come Up With The Title until about 2 hours before posting. you can take a look at the haphazard clusterfuck of my title-selecting process in small daddy, which is linked above.

so the title was a last-minute choice. so was the summary. and the chapter divisions. and actually all the songs in the playlist for juno. the day we dropped juno onto planet earth like a newborn baby pitched out of the sky, i spent an hour hunched over my laptop, cutting my 213 page google doc into chapters based on nothing more than a Vibe. two days before that, i also attempted to voice-act the entirety of juno, an affair which ended at the 20,000 word mark with a sore throat and the kind of exhaustion one typically wants to sleep in a coffin for 23 years to get rid of. so in all honesty, i did very little editing, which is why there are definitely minor typos and/or mistakes hanging out somewhere on that chunky ao3 webpage. but whatever.

my attitude by july 5th (was it july 5th? or 4th? somewhere around there) was basically whatever. anything so i could get finish this damn thing, chuck it out of the window, and never see another google doc until the next century. i’ve been asked a few times how exactly i wrote at a rate of roughly 2000-3000 words per day for four weeks straight, and my answer has always been this: i died. what died, you ask? my soul. my spirit. my Will To Live. i’m a creature of fixations, and juno was my fixation for june. will i ever be able to do this again? would i recommend this experience to anyone? is god real? the answer to all of the above is probably no. juno was a fever dream, and so is my cat book. and so are all the lattes i had. and so was my 9 am to 4 pm sleep schedule.

but what we made is real. the research, oikawa tooru, the 4 am conversations in which i was like ‘how the fuck do i end this’ and june was like ‘jade proposal’ (the proposal was her idea. all rise for twitter user atsuhinas. she is the mastermind behind all of the Inch Resting moments in this story; i just flapped a korok leaf in her direction and made sure the air circulation was working properly) are real as fuck, and looking back, there’s a lot i’d change, but i’m lazy. and college is starting. and anyway, i did write 93,035 words in just under five weeks, four if you don’t count the week of Editing Hell, so i think that’s pretty cool.

thank you for reading this to the end, and for following us on our journey through the enigmatic taylor swift gundam fic which quite literally consumed my entire twitter account for the five weeks i spent working on it. retrospectively speaking i really was butt-obsessed so i am frankly incredibly impressed with everyone around me for putting up with a Husk of a Man for a month. thank you for doing that. thank you for indulging my vague tweeting, and our butterfly dns, and for reading 93 thousand words of gay fanfiction set in a high fantasy world with epaulettes and galettes. on behalf of june, once again, we are incredibly grateful for all your support.

if you have any questions about specific aspects of the writing process, or anything you’d like to know in general with reference to JUNO, feel free to drop me an ask through my tumblr inbox, or through my curiouscat over here. i’m aware i didn’t cover everything, but there’s frankly too much to put in a tumblr post without passing away somewhere around the 56% mark, so let me know what’s on your mind, and i’ll try to answer that to the best of my abilities. but anyway, before i go, here are some

TAKEAWAYS

one: don’t try to write 93,000 words in five weeks. seriously don’t fucking do it you will end up jittery and sleep-deprived and you will leave all your friends on read for a month. pace yourself. set realistic goals. you wrote 2k this week? that’s fantastic. you wrote 4k in a day? you absolute motherfucker. i hope you’re taking a long fucking break tomorrow. your story will not run away from you, but if you run too fast, you will get tired, and then you will pass away.

two: you don’t have to know everything about your story before you start writing. in fact if you have a single camera shot of two characters holding hands under a rose garden awning, i think that’s fucking wonderful. if you look at big daddy, you’ll realize that my initial plot draft, and all the ones following that, are not perfectly aligned with the final version of juno. i improvised over half of the scenes in this motherfucker, and to be completely honest, some of the improvised scenes were the best. fucking oikawa tooru was improvised out of nowhere. he only got written in way later, around chapter 8 or something, because i realized i needed a plot device and a source of information to keep the playing table from toppling over. i Sat Down one day and was like ‘okay, it’s time to write oikawa into the introduction. because he matters now. he didn’t matter last week but now he does, and soon he’s going to be the fulcrum of the entire story, because it’s like that with oikawa tooru’. it’s okay to change your mind halfway. it’s okay to go back and rewrite entire scenes or segments. it’s okay to highlight 4 pages of fresh, sentimental writing, and hit delete. writing is a fluid process, and you Will make discoveries as you progress through your story alongside your characters. be understanding of that iterative process. be kind to yourself.

three: You Are That Motherfucker. you, me, your dog, your dog’s friend, your dog’s enemy, all of us are that motherfucker. i never thought i’d be able to write anything longer than the great big map, which was a much simpler, linear story in which the other main character did not appear in the current timeline until like the eighth chapter. juno was different. juno was the motherfucker, and i was scared shitless of it, and to cope with that fear joked constantly while writing that it’d never see the light of day.

but it did. it was a rocky process, and i was awake for 48 hours after posting it because of the sheer adrenalin stuck in my skull, but i got through it. and i wouldn’t have been able to do it without june, who stepped in when i flopped over facedown on the floor and dragged me to my feet like the badass friend she is, and without everyone else in my life, who put up with me talking about The Thing that i couldn’t really talk about, but juno’s up there now. forever, or until the internet collapses and civilization goes extinct. and if the nineteen year old clown with the attention span of an ikea armchair and an a level certificate from hell wrote the 93,000 word long thing, so can you. i mean this completely unironically and with every ounce of genuine emotion i can summon from the cracked asshole of my heart.

writing is hard. writing is scary. writing is an investigation of the world around you and therefore, by extension, yourself, and that kind of honesty is freaky. it’s like going skinny-dipping next to the president’s mansion. who’s going to see you? what if they take a photo? what if you lose your spot at university?

but don’t think about that. our world is overrun with stories the way cereal bowls are full of cereal, but it’s those stories that keep us all sane in the disgusting day-to-day muck of reality, so think about your story. what’s haunting you today? what message do you want to leave printed in font size 666 comic sans across the southern hemisphere of the planet? what will you be tomorrow?

a writer. you’re going to be a motherfucking writer.

[thenamesseven]

Yooooooo!! What's up!! Congrats on 2.1k followers Bro🙏🏼💙 I'm so proud of you💙 And since I love you with my entire soul and heart I'm giving you more work 🤭💙 My fav song now is "No Air" by the boyz and of course my ult bias is our Energy boy Eric😏🤭💙 Take your time for making this💙 Love you 3000 bb😘💙

Yoooo, key my broooo! What’s up? HAHAHA Thank you so much T-T -not for the extra work but for the support xDD- I KNEW THAT IF YOU PARTICIPATED YOU WOULD CHOOSE THIS SONG! I can’t get it out of my head, it’s so good T-T Love you 3000 maknae! Hope you like this!

This has been the hardest period of your relationship with Eric so far, the two of you had managed to get through his company’s opposition, through the fan hate and even through the dislike of some of your family members towards your relationship but being apart of each other for months while he was on tour had been absolute torture.

It was 3 am and you were sitting by yourself inside the lonely airport, legs dangling back and foward as you glanced down at your spotify playlist that was full of The Boyz songs. Yeah, you were a hardcore stan, their music was just too amazing to not appreciate it.

However, if there was something more amazing than that, it definitely was Eric’s shocked face when he walked through the doors of the airport dragging his suitcase behind him and his exhausted eyes landed on you. He froze on place, brain processing if what he was seeing was true or not.

As soon as a giggle escaped your lips, your boyfriend started running towards you, leaving his entire lugagge behind and ignoring the boys’ cheerful teasing. He didn’t even stop when he was near and literally crashed into you, wrapping his arms around your body to make sure you wouldn’t fall down thanks to the force of his impact.

“Oh my god, how did you...? Why...? What are you doing here!?” He exclaimed extremely excited, if it wasn’t for the black bags under his eyes you would have thought he had been sleeping for the entire trip back “I...I was going to surprise you!”

“Well, I thought I would surprise you first though” You admitted laughing, smiling sweetly when he started pressing random kisses all over your face, chuckling when you kept giggling at his affectionate behaviour “I missed you”

“Damn I did too, I’m taking you with me next time, don’t care what boss says” He replied earning more teasing from the guys, laughing as he pulled you as hard as he could against he chest, his arms holding you tightly.

“Eric” You groaned, frowning a little at the amount of entuthiastic force he was using on his embrance “Can’t breathe” 

“Oh I’m sorry” He apologized, easing his grip, rubbing your back soothingly “It’s just...God...As soon as I saw you it felt like a was breathing some fresh air, you know? Like all the anxiety just vanished and ugh..I don’t know, I just love you so much” 

You didn’t have time to reply to his words because as soon as your eyes met, Eric placed his lips on yours, giving you the sweetest and most gentle kiss ever.